[nadia]

Bro, hope the next one is ready.
Just a small request, if you're not able to post an update, please say so in each day, so that we don't have to wait with hope that day. Then, we can patiently wait for the next date rather than checking each time.

Got it! I think your idea is reasonable. The next episode will be posted tomorrow at this time. A lot of erotic and naughty scenes are on the way.

[nadia]

The narration is really superb(especially the voyeurism). But the most interesting part was your vivid description of the humongous buttocks of both sunita and jaya, especially the asshole part and the scene in which rajeev gets lucky in bathroom with jaya's panties and the delicious taste and shitty smell from the part of her panties that holds her asshole. The episode where jaya blows with her  shitty brown chocolate on arjun's dick was deliciously nasty. In the last episode too rajeev fingering priya's asshole was hot but do rajeev get a chance to finger and taste the spicy asshole of any of the mommy(jaya/sunita). whenever you are talking about sunita's/jaya's asshole , i was literally salivating. If rajeev gets a chance to taste it would be awesome with your detailed narration.

Thank you friend. Yeah, I noticed a lot of writers feel shy to write about nasty stuff when they actually happen. For me I like to keep things real and natural as they happen in real time. No bullshit!

I don't hide stuff. I say it as it is because a story becomes interesting and engaging when nothing is being hidden from the readers.

And yeah, more description is on the way. I like writing in detailed so that readers can understand both characters and also immerse themselves into the story.

I want you guys to feel as if you are in the story yourselves experiencing it. 

Stay tuned! Next long update is on the way tomorrow!

[nadia]

((GUYS, THIS PART IS SUPER EROTIC, MAKE SURE YOU READ EACH WORD))






I slipped back into the sitting room. Mom stood several feet from Arjun Sir, her posture stiff, her face tight. There was tension in the room. Arjun Sir fidgeted, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by a nervous twitching of his lips. 





The silence was deafening, broken only by the rhythmic tick-tock of the luxurious clock on the hall. 

"Rajeev, where have you been? I've called you at least five times!" Her voice rose in frustration.

"I only heard you once, Mom, Priya was showing me her favorite books to read" I said, my voice small.

"Five times! I called you five times Rajeev" she repeated, her voice sharp. "Arjun, this boy..." she trailed off, her gaze fixed on Arjun Sir.

I was absentmindedly sniffing my middle finger, the finger that was just inside Priya's tasty, smelly and shitty asshole. Mom saw me sniffing my finger.

"What are you doing, Rajeev? Why are you sniffing your finger?" her voice was sharp, edged with suspicion.

"Nothing, Mom," I mumbled, my heart thudding like a drum solo. "Priya just gave me chocolate and it was so tasty, it smells nice"

Friends, I didn't realize that I was saying the word "chocolate", the same word I heard Arjun Sir once say to me. Chocolate to mean shit. As Arjun Sir said that night between him and Jaya, Rahul's mother.

"Smell of a chocolate?" she persisted, her eyes narrowing. The scent was undeniably potent.

"Yes mom, it's her chocolate," I lied, if only mom knew the real meaning of chocolate. The smell of Priya's asshole was still clinging on my finger, so sweet. I loved the smell, even though it was smelly and nicely stinky.

"Sir Arjun", mom started talking looking towards Arjun, "You see, I told you my Rajeev is a lot playful, he likes eating a lot"


"Now, now," Arjun Sir said smoothly, stepping forward. "Maybe Rajeev and Priya were playing a game. Game of words And my daughter Priya is friendly, maybe he just gave him her chocolate as a sign of friendship, right Rajeev?" He looked at me smiling.

"Yes...es..Yes Sir", I replied smiling.

"Where is Priya?" Mom’s voice was dangerously calm.

"She… uh… uumm I left her arranging books in her shelf," I stammered, my eyes darting around the room. In reality, Priya was in the bathroom maybe mastrubating thinking of me just after I fingered her pussy and asshole for the first time in her life.







“Come on, we’re leaving.” She grabbed my hand and started walking fast, urgency in her steps. I glanced back at Arjun Sir, noticing the discontent in Mom’s face. 

“Mom, why are we leaving all of a sudden?” I asked, trying to keep up with her pace.

“Because it’s time to go,” she replied curtly, her voice strained.

Arjun Sir called after us, “Can’t you stay a little longer, maybe even spend the night?”

Mom shook her head firmly. “No, we can’t.” 

Arjun Sir rushed to the door, his voice tinged with desperation. "Please! Wait Sunita! Let me at least drive you home. I insist!"

"No, Arjun," Mom said, her voice cold. "We're walking. Thanks for the offer"

"But it's getting dark, it's not safe," he pleaded, his eyes darting between Mom and me, almost desperate now. "Please?"

"Yes mom, let Sir drive us back home, it will be easier and much faster and you will have time to cook supper for me", I said.

Mom paused, considering, her eyes flitting to the darkening street. Finally, she sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Fine," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Arjun Sir opened the car door for her with eager politeness, his relief palpable. The car ride was silent, none of them talked to each other. I don't know what Arjun Sir did to mom which made her angry.

Mom and Arjun Sir sat in the front, their faces set, avoiding each other. The only sound was the hum of the engine. Then we reached home.

Mom didn't even say thank you as she got out of the car. She slammed the door, her anger palpable, her figure disappearing within moments as she marched to our gate. 

Arjun Sir watched her go, his gaze lingering on her retreating fat ass, his shoulders slumped. He smiled.

"What happened back there, Sir?" I asked, quietly, once we were alone.

"Don't worry, Rajeev," he said while smiling. "You’ll understand, soon enough. There is a reason why she is acting this way, but it is a good reason"







That night, as Mom was cooking, I could see her lost in thought, stirring the pot but not really engaged. Normally, she would talk while cooking, but tonight she was quiet.

I went to the kitchen to drink some water. “Mom, why do you look like you’re thinking so much?” I asked softly.

She looked up, quickly hiding her expression and pretending. “Oh, I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“Tired? You seem like you have a lot going on in your mind.” 






She waved a hand dismissively, forcing a smile. “Really, I’m fine beta. Just thinking about your dad's returning day, I miss him,” she lied, her tone too cheery to be genuine.

I knew definitely not thinking about my dad, she was thinking about Arjun Sir and what he did back there.

That night, I couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity. What had Arjun Sir done that had upset Mom earlier? Why was she so lost in thought now? 

I knew Arjun Sir did something which made my mom to be in this thought, but what did he do?

On the other hand, still, a part of me felt pleased. I had finally shared an intimate moment with Priya, Rahul's girlfriend. I was ecstatic to have experienced something most of my friends only dreamt about.

Friends, I know most of you dream about your friend's girlfriend of wife and you think of fucking them. For me, I can say I was lucky to at least taste the shitty and good smell of Priya's asshole, the girlfriend of my no-longer friend, Rahul.

Two days later, Arjun Sir surprised me by buying me a phone. I was thrilled. But during those two days, Mom remained caught up in her own world, buried in house chores and looking far from her usual self.

“Mom, are you okay?” I inquired one day. “You seem... different.”

“I’m just busy, that’s all,” she replied quickly, avoiding eye contact.

“Busy? You haven’t even asked me about my new phone yet.” 

“Right, right. I’m sure you’re very happy. Just focus on college,” she said, her voice almost distant.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more going on behind the scenes. I wanted to probe further, but every time I did, she'd deflect. 







Five days later, the morning sun painted the kitchen gold. I finished breakfast, a knot of nervous energy tightening in my stomach.

"Mom," I began, my voice a little shaky, "Arjun Sir asked me to go to his place. He needs help with something."

Mom's hand froze mid-pour of tea. Her eyes, usually warm, were narrowed with suspicion. 

"No, Rajeev," she said firmly. "I don't like that man. Why are you always insisting to go to his house?"

"But Mom, he's a good man," I protested, "He just needs a little help. It's important." I added the last part hoping it would sway her.

She sighed, a weary surrender. "Fine," she conceded, her voice laced with reluctance. "But be back before lunch. And if he asks you about where I am or what I do, just tell him that you don't know, Ok?"








"Ok mom, sure, I promise", I replied. She kissed my forehead and I went.


Arjun Sir’s house felt different; a charged stillness hung in the air. He greeted me with a wide, almost too-bright smile.

"Rajeev! Come in, come in!"

"Thank you Sir"

"Where’s Priya?" I asked, trying for casualness, but my voice betrayed me.

"Out with her female friends," he replied smoothly. He paused, his smile fading slightly. "Thinking about Priya, are you?"

I blushed, unable to lie. "Well, I ...I will not lie, she looks.....nice, I enjoyed reading books with her."

He laughed and said, "I told you that you will adore her"

He took me to his garden, a lavish one where we played table tennis with him. 

gizz table teniss

After sometime after we got tired playing table tennis, we went back to the sitting room, gesturing toward a comfortable armchair giving me cold juice while he had his juice too too.  

"Sit down, Rajeev. I need to talk to you. About something important." He paused, his smile gone, replaced by a thoughtful frown. “And I want you to understand something. You shouldn't feel bad about any of this, alright?”

“What is it?” I asked, my curiosity battling my apprehension.

“It's about your mother,” he began, his voice low and serious. "I need to confess something…" He hesitated, taking a deep breath. "Something big."

"What?" My heart hammered against my ribs.

"I… I love your mother, she has made me go crazy" he confessed, the words hanging heavy in the air, thick with unspoken implications. "I know it's complicated, I know she is married but… it’s true. I think about her constantly. Every night…" 






I just stared at him. I knew he liked my mom. This wasn't entirely unexpected. I just wanted to know more. "But Sir, she has a husband." I said.

“I know,” he continued. “She's married. I know that. But I can't help it. She’s beautiful. Beautiful and…” he searched for the right word. “… so sexy. I hope you are not feeling bad Rajeev, I know you are a clever boy and that is why I am revealing this to you”

“It’s alright, Sir,” I mumbled. What else could I say, I cannot prevent your love for her?

“Thank you my little boy, I knew you would understand. This is our secret, Rajeev. Remember, don’t tell your father.”


“Okay,” I agreed, my mind reeling. “But… Sir… What happened that day in your sitting room? What made Mom so angry?” I’d been thinking about this for days."

A slow smile spread across his face. A knowing smile. "You want to know?"

“Yes,” I said, leaning forward.

He leaned back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well… that day, while you were… occupied… with Priya…" he paused for dramatic effect, "…I was getting to know your mother. Getting to know her very well."

"What do you mean?" I pressed, my curiosity pushing away any remaining fear.

"I sat next to your mother," he said, his voice low. "And I told her I loved her. I… I touched her soft thighs. I told her how beautiful she is."

I was shocked. He continued, "Rajeev, let me tell you, your mom has the softest thighs ever, I couldn't control myself when I touched her thighs. I just wanted her to know how she is to me"

"And how did she react?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"She didn't like it," he admitted, a hint of regret in his voice. "She stiffened. She didn’t say anything at first. Then, I told her that she is hot and I tried to kiss her."







"And?" I pressed.

"I wanted to kiss her lips but I couldn't so I kissed her cheeks instead, that’s when she woke up," he said, his voice softening slightly. 

"That's when she called you. That’s why she was so angry. Your mom didn't how I tried to kiss her" He looked thoughtful. "I think she was quite surprised by my actions"

"But sir, why did you try to kiss her and yet you know she will not accept", I asked him

"Rajeev, you wouldn't understand. The most tasty women are women who are married.", he told me.

"But why are they tasty?", I asked.

"Because you get to taste what another man tasted. In this case, I got to taste what your dad tasted. It is so nice to seduce a married woman or even....you know...do things with her", he said.


"But didn't you find anyone who is better than my mom?"

"NO never, I just want a married woman like your mom. Married women are the best to seduce"

"You know, Rajeev," Arjun Sir continued, a gleam in his eye, "seducing married women like your mother… it's the best."

"Why, Sir?" I asked, genuinely curious. My mother was a devoted wife, and the idea of her being seduced felt… wrong, yet strangely exciting.

"Because," he said, leaning back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face, "forbidden fruit is always the sweetest. Actually the most blessed men are men who sleep with other married women. And also blessed women are those who cheat on their husbands"

"But why, Sir?" I pressed, still not fully understanding.

"Because," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "forbidden things are better. Think about it. What's the most delicious food? The one you're not supposed to have." 

I started understanding him. I nodded.








He continued, "What's the most exciting adventure? The one that's dangerous, the one that pushes your limits. What's the most satisfying love? The one that's a secret, the one that's wrong. Forbidden things are very good and sweet" 

He paused, watching my expression carefully.

"But why are forbidden things better, Sir?" I asked, still puzzled. "What makes them better?"

"It's the risk, Rajeev," he explained, his eyes gleaming with a certain intensity. "It's the knowledge that you're doing something you shouldn't be doing, that thing which is wrong."

I knew what he meant. His explanation resonated so well with my adventure with Priya, his daughter and also the girlfriend of my fucking and idiot friend Rahul, who I hate. 


"But wouldn’t it be better if it wasn’t forbidden?" I asked, still trying to understand his perspective. "Wouldn't it be better if you could just openly love someone without the risk and the secrecy?"

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "No, Rajeev," he said, shaking his head slowly. "That's not how it works. The thrill is in the forbidden thing. It's the knowledge that you're playing with something which is not yours."

"Things which are not yours are always the sweetest. In this case, your mom is not mine. But the fact that she is not mine but still wanting her makes it so sweet." He paused, letting his words sink in. "Forbidden things are always better, Rajeev. Always."


"What did she tell you?" I asked

"Well, she kept saying that she is not impressed by me and that she is married and doesn't want any man near her other than her husband.", Arjun Sir said.

"Why do you love my Mom?" I asked, a genuine curiosity replacing the earlier apprehension.

"Because she’s… perfect,” he said, his eyes shining with intensity. "She has all the features of a woman, all the packages."

I asked, "What do you mean sir"

"Ok but don't get angry", He said.

"No sir just tell me", I encouraged him



"Her body," Arjun Sir began, a slow smile spreading across his face, "it's… captivating. The way her curves flow, the packed breasts of your mom, the gentle fullness of her big ass, the way her skin seems to glows, her thighs"

"There's a strength in her, a vitality, a sensuality that's simply undeniable. The way she moves, how her fat ass shakes, it's like watching a dancer, so sensual."







 He paused, his gaze lingering on me. "It’s a beautiful body, Rajeev. A truly beautiful body. Your mom is blessed"

"Well you are lucky to meet her sir", I said.

"Rajeev, do you mind if..I....I....well just forget about it...but hope you don't mind if I get to know her more, right?"

"Yes yes, sir, I don't mind"

"Her boobs... her bubbly ass..." Arjun Sir murmured, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. "They're...fuller than I expected. Why are your mother's breasts and ass so fat, Rajeev?"

I shrugged. "She eats a lot sir, I think that's why. She normally likes fatty foods"

He asked, "Does she sometimes fart when she is in the house?"

"Yes sir", due to her penchant for eating, I do hear her fart in the house like PPRRR! BBBBBRRRRRR!"



"Hahhahaha, Ohh you know I can make her curves even more fatter", he said while smiling

"How Sir?", I asked

"Well, I can't tell you right now, but in he coming days I will", he replied.

"Sir," I began, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and apprehension, "what do you like most about my mom's body?"

Arjun Sir paused, a thoughtful expression on his face before replying, "Her ass. Her full, strong ass."

"Her ass?" I echoed, surprised. "Why her ass?"

He smiled, a slow, knowing smile. "They’re… powerful. It shows how a real woman looks like. There’s a softness to them, too, a roundness… a comforting fullness. They’re… sensual. They suggest a woman who isn’t afraid to embrace life fully."




“Do you think Mom will… accept you?” I asked hesitantly.

“Oh, yes,” he said, his confidence unshaken. “I know how to seduce a woman, I have never seduced a married woman ever, your mom is the first.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “I know how to make her happy.” 

The words hung in the air, bold and slightly unsettling.

“How?” I blurted out, the question spilling from my lips before I could stop myself. Friends, remember I was asking all this questions because I am learning from Arjun Sir how to seduce a married woman.

He smiled, a knowing smile that held a hint of mystery. “That, my young friend, is a secret that I will tell you later” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a confidential whisper. “But the first step is already taken. She’s thinking about me, Rajeev. I can feel it.”

“She really did seem lost in thought that night,” I admitted.







“Exactly,” he said, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. “That's the first step! The fact that she’s thinking means she’s thinking about me. Are you sure she seemed… distracted? Lost in thought?”

"Yes,” I said again. "She was really quiet, deep in thought. And she kept silent almost the whole day!" I added, remembering the small detail.

“Excellent,” he said, his grin widening. “That's the first step. The rest is just a matter of time. But, where's your mother? I need to talk to her.”

"She's at home," I said. "But I don't know exactly where she is right now. But Sir, do you think she will fall in love with you and yet she is married?"

"Rajeev, all women cheat, especially married women. You just have to unlock their cheating key."

"What is the cheating key?", I asked him.

"Good sex, nothing else, if you give a married woman a good sex, then she will always think about you even when her husband is fucking her",

"Ohh is that so sir"

"Yes Rajeev"

"I want to learn more sir. But are you saying that you want to have sex with my mom?"

"Well, Rajeev to be honest, yes, I really want to, my wife has never been able to attract me more than your mom, I really feel jealous of your dad."

"But don't you think that your wife will know?"

"No, she can't, she lives in Delhi. It will be difficult for her to know"



"So, Rajeev," Arjun Sir began, his voice low and casual, a glint in his eye, "tell me about your time with Priya in her bedroom. You said she showed you her books?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, my voice slightly hesitant. "That's what we did. We looked at her books, mostly poetry and novels." I told him as I didn't want him to know what me and Priya actually did.

Arjun Sir leaned back, his eyes twinkling. "Now, Rajeev," he said, his tone gentle but insistent, "let's be honest with each other. Tell me what really happened. I know my daugher is really pretty. I know you did something."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "Okay… well… we… we got intimate. But… she wasn’t… ready. She said she wasn't sure if she wanted to go further."

"Not ready?" he prompted gently. "Tell me more. What exactly happened?"

"Well," I hesitated. "We started kissing, and then we started touching each other. But then… she stopped me. She said she wasn't ready. She said… she wasn't sure if she wanted to do more, because she had a boyfriend."

"And why wasn't she sure?" Arjun Sir asked, his voice calm.




"Because… because she has a boyfriend and she never had sex, she felt like she is cheating." I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "I felt really good, also felt excited."

Arjun Sir raised an eyebrow. "A boyfriend? I had no idea Priya had a boyfriend. She never mentioned anything about having a boyfriend. This is… interesting. Tell me more about this boyfriend."

"His name is Rahul," I said, feeling a surge of resentment. "They met together at schoool. And he’s… well, he’s got a lot more going for him than me." 

My voice trailed off, filled with a mixture of envy and frustration over Rahul. I remembered how much I hated Rahul because he had such a sexy girlfriend like Priya.

"Rahul, huh?" Arjun Sir murmured, a contemplative expression on his face. "So, let me get this straight. You kissed Priya?"

"Yes, Sir," I admitted. "But she wasn't ready for anything more. She pulled away, but I still got to kiss her. It was a good kiss. Sir you remember you told me that if I kiss another girl who is not my girlfriend then I should make her want me?"

"Yes yes, you are right", he replied.




"The kiss," I admitted. "It was a good kiss. I felt good kissing another boy's girlfriend"

Arjun Sir smiled knowingly. "And did you… explore other areas?" he asked, his voice dropping even lower. "I'm speaking practically, of course."

My cheeks burned. "Yes, Sir," I whispered. "I removed her panties and licked her...I don't want to say it sir."

"Cmon", he said, "You are a grown up now, I already showed you many ways to pleasure a girl, you don't have to hide. So you mean you licked her pussy right?"

"Ye....ye..yess sir", I replied.

Arjun Sir chuckled softly. "OOh Rajeev, you naughty boy who follows my orders. And how did her pussy taste?"

"It… it tasted… sweaty, but really, really tasty like a delicious apple jucie" I mumbled, feeling a flush rise in my cheeks. "A bit… salty. And a little soft, of course."




"Salty, sweaty, and tasty," he mused. "Intriguing. Now, about that her asshole Did you… by any chance… lick her asshole as well?"

My eyes widened slightly. "Yes, Sir. I did." I couldn't believe Arjun Sir was asking me all this questions.

"Ohh you are brave, I thought you would be afraid. And how did her asshole smell like?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

"It was… stinky," I admitted, wrinkling my nose. "A really pungent, sweet, and kind of shitty smell."

"Stinky?" he repeated, his voice laced with amusement. "And was this stinky smell feel so good?"

"Yes," I admitted, surprised at my own honesty. "In a strange, kind of way, yes. It was exciting, I don't know why I love shitty smell nowadays sir. It was forbidden and it was exhilarating."

"You see, Rajeev," Arjun Sir said. "I told you. The asshole of a woman or a girl, it always smells nice, especially when it’s stinky. It’s a good scent, a scent of passion."



"Sir, why do I find myself drawn to the shitty smell of Priya's asshole?"

"Because you're learning from the me, Rajeev," Arjun Sir said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You're unconsciously adopting my preferences. I also love stinky shitty smell of a woman's asshole. I loved even Jaya's smelly shit that night."

"But why is that stinky smell so good to me, Sir? It's not a scent you'd find in a perfume shop."

Arjun Sir leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "It's not about the perfume, Rajeev. It's about the essence. It's raw, untamed, primal. It speaks of a woman's inner strength and her physicality."

"But why is that attractive, Sir? Why does that appeal to me?"






"Because it speaks to something deep within you, Rajeev," Arjun Sir explained. "It shows that you are a good pervert like me. You and me are one. We both love shitty smell and it means we are very good perverts. Perverts are good people"

"So… the stinky smell of a woman's asshole is fantastic right?" I asked, still slightly hesitant.

Arjun Sir chuckled. "A fantastic thing? It's more than good, Rajeev. And you, my boy, are beginning to understand." He paused, his eyes twinkling. "It's a scent that speaks of passion, of the uninhibited and raw nature of a woman's body. A scent that can drive a man wild."



"You taught me that, Sir," I said, surprised, a bit of pride creeping into my voice. "And I’m proud of what I learned. I guess I have a natural talent for this. You are even better than my father to teach me this things."

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "I know I am better than your father and your mom will soon know that I am better than your father"


Then I asked him, "Do you think you could ever do the same to my mom, like smelling her asshole?" I asked.

He smiled. “Of course! I would taste every inch of her asshole. I would… lick every part of her like an exquisite piece of dish, and I would savor the… stinky shit of her asshole." 


"Are you sure you’ll do that?" I asked, half-incredulous, half-fascinated.

"Absolutely," he said. "I'll use my tongue to explore her, to taste her, to savor every inch of her pussy and asshole. I'll take my time, Rajeev. It will be a journey. I promise you I will do it” 

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Good luck sir. But Sir," I said. "I have a problem."

"Oh?" His eyes, full of anticipation. "What kind of problem?"

"I want to get rid of Rahul, I hate him very much, I don't like him because he is the girlfriend of Priya" I said, my voice firm. "I want to be with Priya. I want her all to myself."




A slow smile spread across Arjun Sir's face. "Ah, yes. The boyfriend problem. Let me give you a secret to success, my friend." 

He paused for effect. "First: make yourself irresistible. Work on your confidence, your style. Become the kind of boy Priya can't resist. Make her see that you are the better boy. The stronger boy than that bitch Rahul"

"Show her that you are stronger, more confident, and more desirable."

"Okay," I said, my heart pounding. "I'll try it. I’ll give it my best shot"

Arjun Sir nodded approvingly. "You did a good job seducing my daughter, Rajeev. You have the instincts of a true master. Don't worry about Rahul. He's just a small bastard. I am a master. I will ensure that Priya never looks at Rahul again. Trust me." 

His voice was full of self-assurance. It exuded power. He seemed to truly believe what he was saying. I was happy that finally me and Sir Arjun will gang up against that bastard Rahul who was my best friend.

"Yes help me make him go away from Priya, I want Priya all by myself. I don't even want to see his face again. I don't care about my friendship with his anymore. All I want is to ruin his life and take Priya from him", I said.

"That is my boy, you are doing a forbidden thing which is a good thing. To take your friend's girlfriend and I will help you do it", He said to me.




Friends, Rahul helped me in many ways but now, I don't care. I will repay him in a bad way and I will ensure that I ruin his life and I will take his Priya. I felt good that foolish Rahul will no longer be the lover of Priya.



"Come, Rajeev," Arjun Sir said, his voice low and smooth. "Let me give you something to take to your mother. A little gift, a token of my appreciation for your… help." He led me to a small, exquisitely crafted shelf.

He carefully removed a large, heavy-looking bag from the top shelf. "When you get home, give this to your mother," he instructed, his voice low and significant. 

"Tell her it's from me. Tell her it's a thank you for her time." His words were carefully chosen, each syllable dripping with a hidden meaning.

"What is it, Sir?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by the secretive tone and the luxurious feel of the bag. It felt surprisingly heavy for its size. "Is it jewelry? Is it clothes?" I pressed, wanting to know more.

"It's a secret, only between me and your mother. Consider it a test of her trust in me, and in you." He paused, watching me closely, observing my reaction.

I hesitated for a moment, caught between my curiosity and the strange thrill. "Okay, Sir," 

The weight of the bag felt heavy, promising something significant within. I felt the leather's smoothness against my fingers, and a sense of anticipation built within me.

After I took a long bath in his luxurious bathroom – a stark contrast to our simple bathroom at home – I set off for home, the bag clutched securely in my hands. 




As I walked down his driveway as I was going home, Arjun Sir stopped me. "Rajeev, wait, I forgot something" he said, his voice taking on a different tone. "I need a small favor."

"What is it, Sir?" I asked, 

"I need one of your mother’s unwashed panties," he said, his voice low and serious. "From her bathroom. Bring it to me tomorrow morning. Be secretive about it"

I was shocked. The request felt oddly intrusive and naughty but I liked it. "Sir," I stammered, "that's… that's a bit strange, isn't it? I can’t just take my mom’s panties…"

He seemed to sense my hesitation. "Why are you shocked, Rajeev?" he asked, his voice still calm, but with an underlying note of firmness. "Remember that we talked about how forbidden things are good? I just want your mom's unwashed panties"







"It's just… it's not something I'd ever do," I said, attempting to explain. "It feels… wrong, somehow. It's her personal stuff. Her private things."

"Please, Rajeev, stop being like that. Remember me and you are perverts. And you are following my path to be a good pervert" he urged, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "I really want it. It's important for me. Trust me"

"Why do you want her unwashed panties, Sir?" I asked, the question burning in my throat.

"It's for my… night activities," he replied, his voice evasive. "You know I love stinky smells, a key element in what I'm planning. I am a pervert Rajeev," 

He added more sharply, his patience wearing thin, "you’re asking too many questions. Stop the questions. Just do as I say Rajeev"

"Okay, Sir, I am also a pervert like you and you are teaching me very nice forbidden things" I said smiling. 

"That's my boy", he said, patting my head.

I knew what he intended to do with my mom's unwashed panties. He'd use it to fuel his cock erection, to bring up images of my mother in his mind. I think he would image him fucking her holes as he masturbates.

He'd rub it against his dick, while thinking of her. He'd inhale its scent, the front part and the back part of her panties, especially the back part since he loves her big ass more, attempting to absorb her shitty asshole smell through the panties. 

The thought made me feel excited, but Arjun Sir’s request was mixed with his promise to help me with Priya, and that was the only thing that I cared about. 

I needed Priya, even if it meant betraying my mother's privacy in the process. I just don't care from now onwards, I just need Priya, even if it is hurting Rahul. I don't care anymore. I am a pervert like Arjun Sir and I want to do forbidden sexual things.

I arrived home late that evening. The gift from Arjun Sir was heavy in my hand.








"Rajeev! Where have you been?" my mother demanded as I stepped inside, the scent of freshly cooked food hanging in the air. "Supper's been ready for ages!"

"I… I was with Arjun Sir," I stammered, attempting to explain myself. "I was helping out with house stuffs"

"Rajeev, up until now at this hour? And What's that you're carrying?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the bag in my hand. Her tone was wary.

"It's a gift from Arjun Sir, it's for you mom" I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. 

"I don't want it, what did I tell you Rajeev?, you never listen huh?" she said, her voice firm. 

"I don't need any gifts from him. You know how I feel about him. Take it back. I told you to tell him not to ask about and if he asks, lie to him" Her voice revealed a hint of tension.

"Mom, it's not right to refuse a gift," I said, trying to reason with her. "It will offend him. He was very kind, he made a special effort to get you this. It would seem ungrateful and rude to refuse it."

She didn't reply; she just turned and walked into the house, her back stiff, her expression unreadable. I followed her, feeling a mixture of anxiety and determination. 


I took the gift to her bedroom, placing it gently on her dressing table. "I left Arjun Sir's gift here, Mom, you can check them up later" I said quietly, my voice barely a whisper.

She didn't respond. It was as if she’d silently agreed.

That night, after supper, I retreated to my room, my mind buzzing with thoughts of Arjun Sir and his strange request, and of my mother's enigmatic behavior. After midnight, I heard sounds from my mother's room: the rustling of fabrics, the delicate tinkling of jewelry. 








The soft sounds of paper being opened. I knew she was opening the gift. She had pretended not to want it, but I knew that all women, deep down, loved fancy things. I knew that Arjun Sir was a master of understanding these things.

And also I wanted to see what kind of gifts he brought to her because I hadn't seen yet.

I crept to her bedroom door and peered inside through the window. The room was bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp. 

My mother stood in front of the mirror, already wearing a reddish saree; the color was almost shocking against her usual, more muted attire. 

The saree was quite tight on her body, accentuating her curves, the fabric clinging to her hips and breasts, outlining the flesh beneath.

She removed the saree, examining it closely. Then, she carefully began to unpack the contents of the bag. Pairs of necklaces, gleaming earrings, delicate bracelets, and ornate anklets tumbled out, sparkling in the soft light. 









She tried them on, one by one, her expression unreadable, but her eyes told me everything. She was enthralled, mesmerized by the beauty and luxury of the gifts. I couldn't believe it. 

This was the same woman who'd refused Arjun Sir's gift only a few hours earlier. And now she is here in her bedroom trying them out one by one.

Then, the most interesting part began. From the depths of the bag, she pulled out a set of delicate panties, of all colors. I couldn't believe that Arjun Sir brought panties and bras for my mom.

That is why Arjun Sir didn't tell me what gift were in that bag.

Throughout this whole process, her facial expression had remained remarkably unsmiling, almost neutral. It was as if she were appraising the gifts objectively, scientifically even, rather than enjoying them emotionally.

She first put on the yellow panties. They were incredibly tight; they barely contained the fullness of her fat ass. The fabric stretched taut across her big ass, and it even dug in between her asscheeks. 

Then she went on wearing the red one. She removed it and now wore black short. She was wearing them all seeing if it fits her. And one common thing I noticed of all those panties was that there were supper tight.




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Friends, I think this was a deliberate attempt for Arjun Sir to buy tight panties for my mom so that those panties can really touch her pussy and her asshole so that my mom can feel the panties rubbing on her pussy and asshole and she starts feeling hot.


She checked herself in the mirror. The expression on her face was still far from ecstatic. But there was a flicker of something in her eyes — something that made me think she did actually like this gift from Arjun Sir. 

After trying all those attires and inners, she removed them. She sat on the edge of her bed, all the clothing and jewelry piled before her, looking at her gifts. Her expression was deep in thought. 

There was a debate happening within her head. Should she accept these gifts? Or should she reject them?

Finally, she placed all of Arjun Sir’s gifts inside her locker. 

This meant that she had accepted them. It meant that she had made her decision. She had claimed her gifts from the ugly man who is tried to seduce her whom she doesn't like. 

Friends, women are really creatures that you cannot understand. The other day, my mom was annoyed by how Arjun Sir, a pervert and an ugly man, seducing her but tonight, she accepted all his gifts and kept it in her locker.

I wasn't sure if my mom really wanted to be loyal to my dad. She was torn between being loyal to my dad and being pampered with expensive gifts from another man. 

Was my mom really going to start over a secret affair with another man after she promised herself that she will be loyal to my dad?

I couldn't believe it. My mother, the woman who had vehemently rejected Arjun Sir’s advances and gifts had just privately accepted them. 

It seemed strange. I had always thought that she wouldn't accept any gift from such a flirty man. 

But perhaps women were different. Perhaps, like all married women, she secretly enjoyed receiving luxurious gifts, regardless if the person was her husband or not. 

Perhaps, women will always be women, no matter how they pretend not to be loyal and religous.

Friends, in fact, she decided to sleep wearing one of those panties which was gifted to her by Arjun Sir.. It was a white panty. Maybe she liked it. I couldn't believe my mom was doing this. 

Does she love the expensive and luxurious clothing and inners or does she actually have something like a crush on Arjun Sir? Friends, this was a million dollar question but it needed time to find the answer.








I went back to my bedroom. My mother, the woman who preached loyalty and fidelity, had accepted gifts from another man. 

She’d vehemently denied wanting them, yet she’d secretly tried on every item, clearly captivated by the luxury and beauty of the things Arjun Sir had sent. 

Maybe she wasn't ready to be unfaithful again after she cheated for the first time with Sir Suresh, 

Maybe she was just a woman who loved beautiful and expensive things. Maybe she simply couldn't resist the allure of expensive gifts, a weakness I hadn't known she possessed. But who knows?

Maybe she's just a woman who appreciates being pampered, indulged, and appreciated, regardless of the source.



Then a few minutes later, my thoughts shifted to Priya. I imagined her thinking of me, longing for my touch, just as I was longing for hers. 

I started rubbing my cock, picturing her body on top of mine, as she rides my cock in her pussy, imagining the feel of her skin against mine.

The taste of her lips, the exploration of her hidden parts. I envisioned the excitement of our future encounters, the thrill of our secret intimacy. 

I started masturbating so hard calling her name like, "Aahh Priya, ooh your pussy is so good Priya aahh ride my dick baby yes yes"

I continued like this until I cummed. Exhausted but satisfied, I eventually fell asleep.










The next morning, while my mother was busy making tea in the kitchen, I crept into her bedroom. I had promised Arjun Sir few samples of my mom's panties and I wasn’t about to break that promise. 

I quickly retrieved a pair of her unwashed panties and a bra from her bathroom, the act feeling strangely illicit, yet strangely necessary to the larger scheme of things. I slipped them into my pocket.

I went into the kitchen, a plate of steaming idlis and crispy vadas beckoning to me.

"Good morning, Mom," I greeted her, trying to sound cheerful, though my mind was still preoccupied with the events of the previous night and the anticipation of my meeting with Arjun Sir. "This food smells amazing."

She smiled, a warm, motherly smile that momentarily eased my guilt. "Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?" she asked, setting a plate before me. The aroma of freshly ground spices filled the air, a comforting, familiar smell.

"Yes, Mom," I replied. "But I had a dream about Priya. But I just dreamed that we were reading"

She chuckled. "Girls, girls, always girls," she said teasingly, reaching for a jug of steaming hot filter coffee. "Enjoy your breakfast. You look as if you need it."

After breakfast, I decided to address the elephant in the room: Arjun Sir's gift. "Mom," I began tentatively, "did you like Arjun Sir's gift?"

She hesitated, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "No," she finally replied, but her voice lacked conviction. It was a hesitant no, a careful no.

"Why not, Mom?" I pressed gently, trying to see her true feelings. "It’s beautiful stuff, Mom. Really expensive although I didn't see it"

"It’s just… too much," she said, her voice softer now. "It’s too flashy. It's… not me."








"Mom," I said, my voice laced with a hint of pleading, "he’s a good man, really. He’s a friend. He helped me a lot. It would be really hurtful for him if you rejected his gifts. He chose them especially for you. 

"Think of it as a thank you for your hospitality, for the time you spent with him. He really appreciates it."

She remained silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. I knew she was lying, I had seen her trying on the clothes and jewelry last night. 

She knew it was a lie too. She was just pretending not to like the gifts but deep down she already accepted them.

Finally, she sighed. "Okay," she conceded, her voice barely a whisper. "But tell him not to give me any more gifts. Tell him, 'thank you, but no more.'"

Relief washed over me. I hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Mom," I said, my voice thick with emotion.

"But mom", I started teasing her, "what gifts did he bring you?", I asked her even though I knew what the gifts were.

She looked at me smiling, "Just go, stop being so inquisitive"

"But mom just tell me", I pressed.

"Hey, it's non of your business, go go hurry", she said with another smile.

"Ok ok fine mom", I said.

She kissed my forehead. "Where are you going now?" she asked, her eyes studying me.

"To Arjun Sir's house," I replied. "I promised to help him with something and I also want to read some books with Priya."

Her face tightened. "I hope you are not going to collect any more gifts from him to me?" she asked, her tone sharp.

"No, Mom, I won't," I assured her. "I swear. I'm just going to help him with some work and also Priya wants to study with me. We will work together on our homework."

"Don't be late," she said, the sharpness in her voice softening slightly.

"Okay, Mom," I replied, already heading for the door. My mind was a whirlwind of anticipation and guilt. I had a deal to keep, a promise to fulfill. 

But despite the strange nature of my tasks and the undercurrent of deception running through my life, a small part of me felt a sense of exhilaration. Sense of excitement that my mom has at least accepted Arjun Sir's gifts for her.








I arrived at Arjun Sir’s house, finding him relaxing in his backyard, the sun warming his face. He looked up as I approached, a welcoming smile on his face.

"Rajeev! Good to see you," he exclaimed, rising to greet me. "How did it go? Did your mother like the gifts?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, recounting my conversation with my mother.

"How do you know?" he asked, his surprise evident. He clearly wanted the gift to remain a secret between him and my mother.

"I saw her last night, Sir," I said, my voice dropping to a near whisper. "She tried on everything. The saree, the jewelry… even the panties." I recounted how she’d tried on each item, her focused, almost analytical expression.

He was stunned, his eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and excitement. "You… you saw her?" he stammered, clearly unsure whether to be delighted or disturbed by my admission. "She tried on the panties? All the colored ones?"

"Yes, Sir," I confirmed. "She even put them on and checked herself in the mirror. And then she put them away in her closet. She seemed to like them very much."

"OOhh yesss yesss ooh this sounds good," he breathed. "She's already mine. She has already become my lover, Rajeev. This is a significant sign, my boy! A sign that she's developing feelings for me."

"If she hadn't accepted the gifts, it would have meant that she rejected my advances. But this… this is different. This is a powerful indication of her feelings for me."

"I'm happy for you, Sir," I said, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. I felt a rush of exhilaration and happiness.

"Where's my prize, then?" he asked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. I knew exactly what he was asking for, my mom's unwashed panties.

I reached into my pocket, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of my mother's unwashed panties. I pulled them out and handed them over to him.

His eyes lit up, his face radiating pure joy. He snatched the panties from my hand, his fingers trembling slightly as he clutched the fabric. "Thank you, Rajeev," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He hugged me tightly, his gratitude palpable. Then, abruptly, he turned and ran towards his house.

"Sir! Wait!" I called out, confused by his sudden haste. "Where is Priya, and where are you running to?"

He paused, glancing back over his shoulder. "Just wait for me, Rajeev," he said, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. 

"I want to do something… secretly." And with that, he disappeared into his house, the stolen panties clutched tightly in his hand.

Was he going to masturbate while smelling my mom's panties?

[nadia]

Good update, bro. But not much erotic to me (maybe for some others too). Nothing much happened in this update except the hot dress tryouts by Sunita. And I felt like you should've shortened the talks between Sir Arjun and Rajeev for not getting bored. But glad you write all this only for us. Hope the next update comes tomorrow with a bang! Since Arjun and Rajeev are on the same page now, not much doubt clearings are needed from now on..
Waiting eagerly, bro..

Thank you friend. I wanted to elongate the dialogue in order to portray Arjun Sir's, my mom and my character to better understand them & how they think. However,  in the next eye catching & mouth watering read, I will shorten it. 

Next update is tomorrow!

[nadia]

The last update was great laying foundation for the kinky upcoming episodes. The conversation between arjun sir and rajeev was the highlight with rajeev learning things, importantly about the forbidden fruit and the divinity of a women's ass. Waiting to witness sunita's dirty and kinky side with suresh sir. Will rajeev be a observant or will he participate (not fucking his mom) in their nasty adventures by any other means. If so it would be awesome. Is jaya's part over or are there any yet to come ? Also after seeing arjun sir, did sunita forget suresh sir and his dick?

Glad you loved it. However, it would be difficult for Sir Suresh to meet my mom again since Arjun Sir told him to stay away from her. Nonetheless, the upcoming updates is enthralling.

[nadia]

//THIS PART OF THE STORY IS WHERE WE ATTEND PRIYA'S BIRTHDAY ORGANZIED BY HER FATHER, THE ONE AND ONLY PERVERT AND MY ROLE MODEL, ARJUN SIR. THE ATTENDANTS WERE MY DAD, MY MOM, ME, JAYA AND HER HUSBAND MR AARAV, ARJUN SIR AND HIS DAUGHTER AND THE PERSON I HATE IN THIS WORLD, THE IMBECIL AND BITCH FOOLISH RAHUL (THE BOYFRIEND OF PRIYA. ALSO LOTS OF OTHER PEOPLE ATTENDED) BUT WHAT HAPPENED? READ AND FIND OUT!//


FRIENDS, THE ONLY WAY TO ENJOY THIS REAL STORY IS BY READING WORD BY WORD IN ORDER TO IMMSERSE YOURSELF INTO THE LIVES OF THIS CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY AND UNDERSTAND THEM BETTER. ALSO READ THEIR CONVERSATIONS TO GET A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF THEIR BEHAVIOURS.





I was sitting in Arjun Sir's backyard, nervously awaiting his arrival, I knew he went to sniff my mom's panties so hard. This man Arjun Sir was so obsessed with my mom.

I mean anyone will be obsessed with my mom.


Then my phone rang. It was my mother. Her voice was bubbling with excitement.

"Rajeev, beta!" she exclaimed. "Guess what? Your father's coming home tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?" I repeated, stunned. The news felt both good and bad. Good, because I'd get to see my dad, and Mom would be overjoyed. 

And bad news because it meant Arjun Sir's plans to seduce my mother would likely be thwarted. Dad's presence would throw a major wrench in his plans. How would Arjun Sir possibly manage to get my mother now?

Just then, I saw Priya entering the gate. I jumped up, my heart pounding. I miss her so much.

"Priya!" I called out, running to meet her. "Priya, wait!"

She didn't stop. She looked annoyed at seeing me. "What do you want, Rajeev?" she snapped, clearly not in the mood for conversation.

"Priya," I said, trying to soften my approach. "I wanted to talk to you. I miss you so much. I want to talk about what happened that day between me and you"

"I'm not interested," she said, trying to push past me.

"Why? Or is that good for nothing Rahul coming to see you?" I asked her, blocking her path. "Just listen for a second. Priya why are you acting like this? Didn't you like how we made each other happy?"

"Get out of my damn way!" she demanded, her voice sharp.

I smiled. "Not until you tell me if you enjoyed me kissing you and your body that day"

She tried to go around me, but I moved to block her again. She stopped, frustration clear on her face. "What do you want Rajeev?" she asked again.

"I want your love, Priya, I can't stand you being with that idiot Rahul, leave that bastard and come to me. I hate him so much" I said, my voice low and intense.

"Are you a pervert? You are lucky that time we didn't get caught, if we did, you could have gotten your ass in hot fire. Now let me pass.", she said, clear anger on her face.

Before she could react, I grabbed her, pulling her close, and kissed her lips forcefully. I held her waist, feeling her body tense against mine.

She broke away forcefully, slapping me hard across the face. "How dare you? You donkey!" she sputtered, her cheeks flushed. "Behave yourself! My father is in the house" 

"Why should I behave myself baby? You already know that I am a pervert? Stop pretending, I know you enjoyed our moment last time", I told her.

She didn't reply, she instead turned and walked away quickly, her back to me, I watched her sexy ass shake violently because she walked fast due to anger. I just licked my lips like a pervert.

"I'll get you, Priya, you will fall in love for me only" I told her. "You'll be mine." I shouted after her, "Forget that bastard Rahul! He will lose you very soon and you will come to me"

She didn't even bother to look back. As she reached the main door, she bumped right into Arjun Sir, her father.

"Hello, my dear," Arjun Sir greeted her warmly.

"Hello, Father," Priya replied, her voice tight, still clearly annoyed by my earlier advances.

Arjun Sir looked at me, then back at Priya. "Did you greet Rajeev?" he asked her.

Priya hesitated. "Yes, Father," she mumbled, her tone suggesting anything but a warm greeting.

Arjun Sir smiled gently. "Go give him a hug, Priya. A proper hug," he instructed, his tone firm but not unkind. 

Priya pretended to smile, but her eyes clearly revealed her reluctance. She didn't want to hug me, but she knew better than to disobey her father.

She walked towards me, her body stiff. She hugged me, her arms encircling my chest, her soft boobs crushing to my chest. 

But as she hugged me, I placed my hands on her firm sexy ass, feeling the softness of her ass flesh and the roundness of it. 

It felt wonderful. I held her firmly, enjoying the sensation of her body pressed against mine. She was twitching, like trying to brush off what I was doing.


Arjun Sir watched me doing this, and he smiled; he'd clearly seen me take advantage of the situation. And he was liking it. He even winked at me and I winked back at him.

I was in disbelief that Arjun Sir loved how I pressed his daughter Priya's soft ass while she hugged me.

While I held her close, Priya whispered in my ear, her voice barely audible, "Don't think this hug means anything. I only love Rahul. I will never love you, just know that. And stop touching my ass, my dad may be watching."

She quickly broke the embrace and hurried away, leaving me with the lingering warmth of her body and the echo of her words ringing in my ears. 

Arjun Sir watched her go, then turned back to me, giving a nod of approval. "Well done, Priya," he said. "You did well. Always give Rajeev a hug ok?"

"Ok dad", Priya replied as she headed to her bedroom.


Arjun Sir turned to me, a knowing smile on his face. I winked at him. He winked back. He clearly knew what I had done. He knew that I was seducing his daughter and he wanted it.

"You're a naughty one," Arjun Sir chuckled. "But you're doing a good job. Keep pushing her. Keep annoying her. That's how you win them."

"Yes, I just kissed her right now, I could tell that she loved it although she pretends.", I said.

"I know my daughter, she usually pretends most of the time. But I know she will be thinking of you", Arjun Sir replied.

"Sir," I said, changing the subject. "What about you, what did you do? Did you smell my Mom's panties?"

His smile faltered slightly, surprised that I knew what he was doing. "Yes," he admitted. "And?"

"How did they smell?" I asked.

He grinned. "Like… a woman. A very desirable woman. Warm and inviting. I wish I could smell them in reality. The flesh."

"You only sniffed them? You didn't do anything else?", I asked him.

"Well, I did something else, you know your mom's panties smells so nice, I had to do something", he said.

"But tell me what did you do Sir", I asked him, very curious to know even though I knew that he masturbated.

"Aah, Rajeev, well, I did....uuhh.. masturbated while sniffing her panties."

"Oohh Arjun sir, you are really a pervert", I told him.

"Yeah, being a pervert is a good thing", he said.

"yes and I love how you teach me to be a pervert also. Good for you sir, but," I said, my voice somber. "I have bad news."

"What is it?" His cheerful expression vanished.

"Just received a phone call from my mom," I explained. "Dad’s coming home tomorrow."

Arjun Sir's face fell. His smile completely disappeared, replaced with a look of clear disappointment and frustration. 

It was obvious that this news meant he’d have no opportunity to pursue my mother while my father was around.

"Tomorrow?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "That changes things. That throws everything off."

"Will you wait until next week, after Dad goes back?" I asked.

He shook his head vehemently. "No, Rajeev. I can't wait. I won't wait. I must get your mom. I have a plan."

"What’s your plan, Sir?"

"I'm throwing a party two days to come, actually it's Priya's birthday" he announced, a glint returning to his eyes. 

"A big, luxurious party at the Grand Luxury Hotel. I want you to tell your parents that I'm inviting them, for Priya’s birthday."

"OOh, it's Priya's birthday, woow, that's fun. But Dad will suspect something," I whispered.

"No, he won't," Arjun Sir said confidently. "Tell him it's Priya's father who's hosting the party. That way, it looks innocent."

"It's a chance to make a fool out of your father. Trust me. Just tell him that Priya's father is hosting a birthday party, and that you’re invited to attend. That way, nobody will suspect anything" 

He paused, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "You’ll see how I will get your mother away from your father."





I arrived home that evening, finding my mother humming to herself as she stirred a fragrant curry. I wasn't sure how to bring up the subject of Arjun Sir's party invitation to my mom.

"Mom," I began, trying to sound casual, "Arjun Sir wants us to go to a party tomorrow."

My mother stopped stirring, a questioning look on her face. "A party? What party?"

"It's Priya's birthday party," I explained, hoping my words would sound convincing. "Arjun Sir, Priya's father, is throwing a big celebration at a fancy hotel."

My mother's expression remained skeptical. "Why are you such good friends with that man, Rajeev? I don't trust him. Didn't I warn you?"

"Mom, he's Priya's father! And he helped me so much by giving me a phone and also giving you gifts. And besides, Priya's my friend, too." 

I tried to sound as sincere as I could. "It would be really mean to miss her birthday, especially if I'm invited. I promised her I'd be there."

"Listen Rajeev, your father is coming home tomorrow," Mom reminded me, her voice firm. "We should spend time together as a family. We haven't seen him in ages, and this is a chance to catch up."

"I know, Mom," I said patiently, trying a different approach, "but we can still see Dad. This party won’t last the whole day. We can come home early to see him." I said.

"We can't just miss Priya's birthday. It's her special day, and it would be very hurtful to her if we weren’t there. Mom remember even in your birthdays, a lot of relatives came, remember?"

"Why can’t you miss it?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Is there something else going on that you are not telling me? Are you seeing Priya?"

My heart leaped into my throat. I was caught off guard. "No, Mom! What? No! It's not like that at all. We're just friends. She is just a friend who invited me. I just want to support my friend’s special day." 

I stammered, desperate to hide my true intentions which was to fuck Priya in her pussy and tight asshole. 

Friends, my mom never allowed me to see girls especially when I as in schoool. She just wanted me to concentrate on studies. But now, I became a pervert, thanks to Arjun Sir teaching me how being a pervert is good.

And I wanted to fuck my friend's girlfriend.

"Don't you dare even think about having a relationship with that girl," she scolded, her voice rising slightly. 

"She's Arjun Sir's daughter! That man… I don't even want to mention his name. You must never have anything to do with her romantically. Do you hear me?"

I pressed on, trying to convince her. "Yes mom, I promise but, please, Mom! It's just a party. Think of Priya. She’s such a good girl. We can't miss her birthday."

She remained hesitant. "Fine," she finally relented, "but this is only for Priya. Not for that man called Arjun. Just this once. Don't let it happen again."

"Thank you, Mom!" I said, overjoyed. I hugged her tightly, burying my face in her hair. "Thank you! You are the best mom ever"

"Don't think this means I approve of that Arjun Sir," she warned while smiling, pulling away gently. "I'm doing this for Priya, nothing more. This is just a gesture for Priya's birthday, and I'm doing it for her only!"

"I know, Mom. Ok ok ok! Thank you so much." I kissed her cheek.

During supper, Mom seemed lost in thought.

"Mom," I said after a while, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, sweetheart," she said automatically, her smile strained.

"Come on, Mom. What are you thinking about?" I pressed gently, my curiosity piqued.

She sighed. "I’m just… thinking about what to wear tomorrow," she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Just wear a nice saree, Mom," I suggested. "Something elegant. It would look perfect."

"It's not that easy," she muttered, still seemingly preoccupied. "I want to look… special. I want to look good." She paused, and her voice dropped to a near whisper, "I want to look… desirable."

"Ok mom, just choose the best attire", I told her.


Friends, honestly, I didn't know why my mom wanted to appear "special" and "flashy". I knew very well that she was not intending to appear elegant because of Arjun Sir.

But the fact that she wanted to look special caught me off guard. And I asked myself if she will wear one of those sarees or dresses which Arjun Sir bought her.

If she does wear one of those sarees, then i will be sure that she is trying to attract Arjun Sir.

The next day, my father's flight arrived. The doorbell rang. Mom shot up from her chair, practically sprinting to the door. 

Before my father even had a chance to utter a greeting, she threw her arms around him, showering his face with kisses. Kissing his lips to the point that my father couldn't even breath.

Friends, I was telling myself, "Woow, my mom is kissing my dad's mouth and my mom's mouth has previously tasted Sir Suresh's cock. So it means that.....oh I don't want to mention it but you friends know what I mean"

It was a passionate, heartfelt embrace; a display of affection I hadn't witnessed in years. Watching them, I understood something profound. My mother loved my father deeply, intensely. She cared for her family.

The gifts from Arjun Sir she received, her brief sex episodes with Sir Suresh… it wasn't about a lack of love for my father. 

It was something else entirely. It was an exploration, she wanted to explore the other side of a different man.

It was the exploration of a married woman who wanted more, a married woman seeking something outside the norm of her religious life. 

It was an experimental approach to marital life and she hadn't crossed any boundaries of cheating. It was simply about wanting something different, wanting to spice things up.

That night, as my father and I sat in the sitting room, I casually mentioned Priya's party.

"Dad," I began, "Priya's father, Arjun Sir, invited us to Priya's birthday party tomorrow."

My father looked surprised. "Priya? Who's Priya?"

"She's my friend, Dad. And Arjun Sir is her father. He’s the one who gave me this new phone, you know. I told Mom about the invitation."

"Oh," my father said, turning to my mother. "Is that right, dear? A birthday party?"

"Yes, my love, it's Priya's birthday, the friend of Rajeev," Mom replied, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. "It's a nice gesture. Priya's such a sweet girl."

"Well, why not?" Dad said. "Sounds like fun. New friends, new experiences. It's good to branch out, isn’t it? I actually love making new family friends"

Overjoyed, I hugged my father tightly. "Thank you, Dad!"

I also showed him my new phone. "Dad, look! Arjun Sir gave me this. Isn't it amazing?"

He examined the phone, impressed. "It is. Your friend, Arjun Sir is very generous. It would be really nice to meet him"


Friends, I just told myself that my dad thinks Arjun Sir is generous but in reality, this Arjun Sir wants to seduce my dad's wife and probably fuck her. But my dad doesn't know.

As I hugged my father, a more sinister thought lingered in the back of my mind. The birthday party was merely a plan, a carefully orchestrated plan to allow Arjun Sir to seduce my mother. 

I didn't feel guilt at all planning this. This is because I am a pervert, a product of Arjun Sir’s twisted and forbidden plans. I love being a pervert and being immoral. I just love immorality and bad manners.

Arjun Sir had shown me the thrill of forbidden desires, fucking another man's wife or girlfriend that is not yours, the satisfaction of manipulating situations to get what I wanted. It was thrilling and intoxicating.

That night, mom and dad were having sex in their bedroom and I was hearing mom moaning. I didn't go to watch them.

But inside my pervert head, I told myself, "my dad is fucking mom but soon mom is going to experience the best dick and fucking of Arjun Sir if it happens but I will make sure it happens"

Friends, I honestly don't know how I turned to be this pervert, a boy with bad manners. But I loved it so much. I never knew that being a pervert is such a good feeling.


Later that night, while on my bed, Arjun Sir called me through the phone.

"Rajeev," he said, his voice practically vibrating with anticipation. "Did your parents accept the invitation?"

"Yes, Sir! They’re coming, you are very lucky Sir" I said, mimicking his excitement.

"Excellent!" he exclaimed. "Excellent! Tomorrow night will be… memorable. What are they doing?"

"Dad is fucking mom in the bedoom", I told him.

"Ooh I hate your dad. I wish something bad happens to him. I don't want him to touch your mom. Arrggh! I hate him so much. I will teach him a lesson very soon, I want to harm him", he said while in anger.

"Hahahah calm down Sir, just be calm, you will get mom. I believe your plans will work.", I told him.

"Yes Rajeev, they must work. Even if they don't work, I will force them to work. I am even now sniffing your mom's panties. Oohh I am now smelling the ass part of her panties, they smell really stinky very nice shitty smell ooohhhh", 

"Arjun sir you are really naughty", I told him.

"I have to hang up Rajeev, let me enjoy your mom's panties as I masturbate, see you tomorrow at the party", he said whiile breathing heavily.

"Ook Arjun sir, goodnight!"



Before I slept, I once again found myself rubbing my dick, picturing Priya at the party. 

I imagined seducing her, the thrill of a forbidden encounter fueling my arousal. The thought of my mother’s encounter with Arjun Sir, although illicit, held a strange allure.

Friends, you can clearly see how Arjun Sir has influenced my behavior. He has taught me immorality and being a pervert and I love it. He is thinking about my mom, a woman who is not his wife, while sniffing her panties and masturbating.

And for me I am doing the same thing. I am thinking of Priya, the girl who is not my girlfriend and I am masturbating thinking of fucking her pussy and her asshole.





The day of Priya's birthday party finally arrived. My father was already buzzing with anticipation. He was looking forward to meeting new people, making new friends. 

But he didn't know that this party was not about meeting new friends. It was about his wife being seduced by Arjun Sir, and Arjun Sir was one of the master minds in this whole scheme and I was helping him.

I glanced at my mother; her expression was unreadable. She knew what was at stake of meeting with Arjun Sir, the man she had secretly accepted gifts from but the same ugly man whom she hates.

My father and I donned our tuxedo suits. When my mother emerged from her bedroom, both my father and I were stunned. She wasn't wearing a traditional saree. 

Instead, she was clad in a very tight-fitting brown skirt and a matching brown top, showcasing her curves in a way we'd never seen before. Her skin was exposed so much.



Her hair was elegantly styled, and she wore a dazzling golden headpiece that accentuated her beauty. She looked strikingly stunning.

My father's jaw dropped. "Wow, dear," he breathed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. "You look… absolutely gorgeous."

"Doesn't she look amazing, Dad?" I chimed in, my voice brimming with pride and a hint of something else – perhaps a touch of mischievous anticipation. "She's unbelievably beautiful!"

"Yes, she is", my dad replied.







My mother's expression was less confident, her smile a little strained.

"Do you like it, dear?" she asked my father, her voice a little shaky.

My father hesitated, his gaze lingering on her exposed curves. "It's… certainly… different," he said, his tone not entirely convincing. 

I noticed that somehow he didn't like the dress mom chose. My mother's face mirrored his uncertainty.

"I wanted to look… special," she said softly. "For the party. For Priya. It's a celebration, after all."

"Well," my father said, after a long pause, "perhaps we should talk this over in the bedroom. There’s something I want to discuss with you." 

He looked at me. "Rajeev, just wait here for a little bit ok?." He said patting me on the head.






As they walked toward their bedroom, I stealthily tiptoed to the doorway, my ears pressed against the door, eager to overhear their conversation.

"I'm not sure about this dress, baby," my father said softly, his voice low and concerned. "It's… revealing and too tight on your body. It shows too much."

"Why, dear?" Mom responded. "I want to look beautiful, to feel beautiful. I want to have a good time. It’s just a party."

"But it's too much, I have never seen you in this kind of tight dressing, it's so tight on your body" my father insisted. "It's not appropriate my love."

"I'm bored of sarees, Arvind," she retorted, her voice sharper now. "I want something different. I want to feel sexy, feel desirable. And for once, it should be acceptable."

Her sudden outburst shocked me, and my father seemed equally stunned. She never usually talked to him like that. My mother never shouted at my father. The tension in the room was palpable. 

My mother’s words hung in the air, hinting at a deeper discontent, a simmering desire for something more than her traditional role. 

My father was silent for a moment, and then finally spoke, his voice tinged with defeat, “Then at least, wear a traditional saree.”

Mom’s response was instant and fiery. “I’m sick to death of sarees, Arvind! I want something…different!”




"Sunita," my father said, his voice low but firm, "tone it down. Rajeev's just outside the door. He might hear us."

My mother turned to him, her eyes flashing. "I don't care if he hears us! I've been suppressing my desires for years, following your rules, always prioritizing your preferences!" 

I was shocked my mom is speaking like this to my dad. She was never this rude to dad. What has happened to my mom? Is she finally becoming ruthless to my dad?

"I’m tired of it.", She continued, "I want to feel beautiful, feel appreciated, feel… desired. I am not a machine. I am a woman."

My father tried to reason with her. "But this dress... it's too much. People will stare. They'll talk."

"Let them stare!" she retorted, her voice rising. "Let them talk! I am not a teenager and I can do whatever I want. For once, let me feel good about myself, feel confident and beautiful in my own skin'


Friends, what did my mom turn into? Did Arjun Sir get into her head? Why is she speaking like this to my dad by discrediting his advices. But I was supporting my mom. 

Friends, my mom is right. Why should a woman with big soft boobs and fat ass like hers hide them inside stupid traditional sarees? She deserves to feel beautiful and appreciated, and that's perfectly okay. 

It's her body, her choice, she should reveal her boobs and big ass for he world to see her beauty. She wants to feel good about herself, and that's a valid and important feeling. 

I understand her need to express herself and feel confident. It's not about her being rude to my dad; it's about self-acceptance and wanting to be seen and admired. Maybe admired by Arjun Sir, but who knows?

She’s beautiful, and she should be free to show it. I support her completely. This is not about disrespecting Dad; it’s about Mom owning her own beauty and confidence.





She continued telling dad, "....not according to your rules or anyone else’s expectations! I’m tired of being overlooked, of being taken for granted, always playing the perfect wife and mother. Let me live for myself, even if just for one night!"

My father was clearly losing the argument. "At least choose a dress that isn't so… tight," he pleaded, trying a different tactic.

"And why should I listen to you?" she snapped back, her anger escalating. "You never let me wear what I want. You tell me what’s appropriate. You dictate my choices. You never take my feelings into account."

Dad stood there shocked to the gut. I was also shocked by how my mom was speaking to dad. Friends, trust me, I was really shocked. Never ever did my mom ever talk so rudely at my dad like this.

Was my mom really starting to show her true colors to my dad? Friends, one thing is for sure, this temperament of my mom started or has been influenced by Sir Suresh but more by Arjun Sir.

This two new people in my mom's life, especially Arjun Sir, since he was more romantic than Sir Suresh, have turned her to be rebellious to my dad. I now understood.


"I'm tired of always conforming to your ideas of what a wife should be! I want to be seen, to be noticed, to be admired. Just for one night!"

"Sunita, please," my father pleaded, his voice soft. "Lots of people will be staring at you. It's going to be awkward, and uncomfortable."

"Let them look at me!" she shouted, her voice thick with frustration and resentment. "I'm tired of hiding. I'm tired of being invisible." Dad was stunned.

"I'm a woman, and I have the right to feel good about myself! Let me go. I need to get dressed."

Before she could leave, my father grabbed her hand, pulling her close. "It's alright, Sunita," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. 

"Wear what you want. Don't be mad baby. I accept your choice. I know you want to feel good about yourself and if this is what will make you happy then do it. Do it."

My dad had no choice at all. He didn't want a beautiful woman like mom to get angry with him or else she will leave him. He was not ready to be left by such a beauty.

Friends, I couldn't believe what just happened. How my mom became rude and shouted at my dad.

He gently kissed her head. "Just… go get ready my love, don't be mad, I love you" he whispered. "I'll be waiting for you."

My mother, still slightly agitated, mumbled, "Leave me. Let me get my makeup done," and slipped away into the bedroom.

I had never seen my mother act this way, so rude and rebellious against my father. She always followed the traditional rules, always listening to her husband, always prioritizing the family's needs over her own. 

But today, I saw a different side of her—a fiercely independent, assertive woman, determined to express herself, regardless of societal norms or her husband’s expectations. 

I honestly didn't know what had triggered this sudden change. Was this a result of Arjun Sir’s influence? Or was it something deeper? Why is my mom changing this fast?

I ran back to the sitting room, pretending I hadn’t overheard anything. A few minutes later, Mom emerged from her bedroom, her makeup flawlessly applied, her eyes sparkling with a confidence I’d never seen before.

"Mom," I urged her, "hurry up. We need to leave."

"I'm coming beta," she replied, her voice still tinged with a hint of defiance.

My father entered the sitting room, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He'd allowed her to wear the outfit, but he clearly wasn't entirely happy about it. 

He'd accepted her choice, but it was evident that he was still somewhat uncomfortable with how much skin she was showing and how tight the dress was. 

Friends, just to be clear, this was not one of the dress she was given as a gift by Arjun Sir. Maybe she bought it for herself like months ago but definitely it was not Arjun Sir's gift.

Something told me maybe she was not going to please Arjun Sir, but maybe she was just ready to be appreciated not necessarily pleasing  someone.

Just then, Mom's phone rang. It was Jaya, Rahul's mother. Mom put it on speakerphone.

"Sunita, darling," Jaya's voice chirped, "where are you? We're all waiting!"

"We're just getting ready, Jaya," my mother replied. "We'll be there soon."

"Hurry up, then!" Jaya urged. "Don't be late for Priya's big night!"

I was shocked. Aunty Jaya would be there? This was unexpected. Aunty Jaya and Arjun Sir's secret affair had been cut short despite Arjun Sir fucking her previously. 

Arjun Sir’s intentions towards my mother made the presence of Jaya and her husband, Aarav, even more problematic. I needed to understand the dynamics of this unfolding situation.

"Mom," I interrupted, "don't hang up! Hello, Aunty Jaya! How are you? Will Rahul be there?"

"Rahul? Of course, sweetheart," Jaya responded cheerfully. "He wouldn't miss Priya's birthday for anything."

A surge of anger washed over me, a feeling I quickly masked. This bastard Rahul's presence was the last thing I wanted; it was my chance to get to Priya, his girlfriend. 

Even if it meant ruining my friendship with him, I wouldn't pass up the chance to be with Priya.

"Tonight," I told myself, my voice a low growl, "tonight, I'm taking her. Fuck you Rahul, I hate you. I hope you go away"


But about my mom. Could her choice of clothing be intentional? Was she actually trying to attract Arjun Sir’s attention, disregarding my father’s reservations? 

Was this more than just a simple desire for self-expression? I will find out.

[nadia]

Superb...
I’m so excited for the party!

Let’s see if these two perverts Rajeev and Arjun sir manage to pull off their plans or not.

Absolutely! Stay tuned! Update coming in the next hour or so

[nadia]

I was expecting the transformation of sunita, but the moment it happened was not a mundane one because her husband just now returned from hospital after days. Also she was always hesitant from the beginning when she was having affair with suresh sir but eventually enjoyed the act of intercourse under the spell of suresh sir. Now the transformed sunita for arjun sir, unfettered from her hesitancy  will now be super aggresive, kinky and will explore all sorts of fantasies to the core. It is going to be a feast for rajeev and all of us.

yes glad you enjoyed it. Stay tuned for more! More plots are on the way.

[nadia]

CONTINUATION.....






By 8 pm, we arrived at the lavish hotel. The party was already in full swing, a vibrant mix of music, laughter, and elegant decorations. Aunty Jaya and her husband, Aarav, spotted us and immediately approached.

"Sunita, darling!" Jaya exclaimed, embracing my mother effusively. "Aarav, my dear, this is Sunita Mehta and her family. Arvind, her husband. And Rajeev, their son."

Aarav, a rather ordinary-looking man, greeted us with a polite nod and a handshake. He was so ugly that it made me understand why Jaya cheated on him. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," Aarav said, shaking hands formally.

"The pleasure is all ours," my father replied.

"Sunita, darling," Jaya said, turning to my dad, "can I borrow her for a bit? There are some ladies I want her to meet."

"Of course, Jaya," my father replied with a smile, "Go ahead dear. Have fun"

My father immediately struck up a conversation with Aarav. I decided to strike out on my own, scanning the room. I then saw them: Rahul and Priya, walking towards me.

A wave of anger surged through me again, so intense it nearly choked me. I wanted to do something horrible, something rash to that imbecile Rahul. I hate him so much,,so so much aarrggh!!!


He was walking with his girlfriend, Priya, the girl I so desperately craved for. Rahul was holding Priya's hand, and Priya was looking gorgeous in a long, cheetah-print dress.












Her figure completely emphasized by the design, her curves outlined in all their glory. The dress clung to her body, revealing her sexy ass and the gentle sway of her hips. Her boobs were seen slightly.

My mouth went dry. I could feel the saliva welling up in my mouth, the heat rising in my face. My entire body tingled with desire. I just wanted to fuck Priya right there.

"Rajeev!" Rahul greeted me with a slap on the back, oblivious to the anger raging inside me. "Great to see you here!"

"Ooh Rahul!" I managed a strained smile, forcing a pleasant tone into my voice. "Happy Birthday, Priya! You look great!" I told her.

I shook Rahul's hand; my grip was slightly tighter than intended. When I reached for Priya's hand, she hesitated before shaking mine. She remembered how I sucked her pussy and her asshole that day.

As I shook her hand, I deliberately held on a moment too long, my eyes lingering on her chest, my gaze raking over her cleavage. She quickly pulled her hand away, her cheeks flushing slightly. I forced myself to act normal.





"So," I said, trying to keep my voice light, "when did you get back from your grandpa's place, Rahul?"

"Just yesterday," he replied. His mother grounded him for several days after she caught him skipping college.

I continued staring at Priya, who kept ignoring my gaze.

"Priya," I said, forcing a genuine-sounding tone. "Happy birthday. I am so happy for you. I hope you have an amazing time."

"Thank you, Rajeev," she replied curtly, her tone polite but distant. The same distance she always held when she’s near me. The same distant space she always held between her and me when she is with me.

We joined the other guests, but my attention remained glued to Priya. This fucking stupid Rahul, standing beside his girlfriend, had no idea about my past intimacy with Priya. 



Friends, this bitch Rahul doesn't know how I sucked Priya's pussy. How I turned her over and smelled her asshole which was smelling really nice. He thinks I am a good friend. But I am not.

I am a pervert, a product of Arjun Sir's teaching. I am not a good friend at all. I am pretending to be his friend but I wish bad things to happen to him.

I am his friend but also a secret worst person who wants to take and fuck his girlfriend. I hate you Rahul. I promise you Rahul that you will regret being my friend.

I am not your friend Rahul and I will fuck Priya and you will suffer. You will Cry one day on your bed. I promise you Rahul. I hate you so bad.








Then after the cake was cut and people sang happy birthday song for Priya, Rahul told me that he wants to dance with Priya. I told him ok. 

Then as they danced Priya kept looking at me. She was trying to make me feel jealous as she held Rahul.

It felt like a deliberate provocation, a calculated attempt to ignite my jealousy. A simmering rage started to build inside me; it felt like a personal attack, a form of revenge for my earlier advances. 

She turned slightly, her back to me, and as she moved, the soft flesh of her ass jiggled subtly. I wasn't sure what she was doing. Was she trying to entice me? Was this some kind of game?

I couldn’t bear watching them together any longer. The anger was consuming me. I stormed off to the restroom, locking myself inside. I looked at myself in the mirror, my reflection a mask of fury.

"Rahul," I muttered, clenching my fists. "I'm going to make you pay for this. You’re going to regret messing with me." I pounded my fist against the mirror, the sound echoing in the small space. 

"I'll ruin you. You won’t be able to touch Priya, very soon, you will never see her again."

I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down. I splashed some water on my face and smoothed my hair, trying to regain my composure. 

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I forced a relaxed smile onto my face. Rahul and Priya were looking for me.

"There you are!" Rahul exclaimed, relief in his voice. "We were looking all over for you!"

"Why?" I asked, feigning nonchalance.

"We wanted you to join us," Rahul said, his voice softer than I expected. "We thought it would be fun to go outside and get some fresh air."

"Sounds good," I replied, my voice steady, although my insides were still churning with anger. "What did you have in mind?", I asked him.

"Let's go get some ice cream," Rahul suggested. "There's a stall just outside."

"Okay," I agreed, my eyes fixed on Priya, who seemed deliberately to avoid my gaze.

We stepped outside. Most of the guests were seated at tables, sipping juices and chatting amongst themselves.

As we moved toward the ice cream stall, I caught a glimpse of my mother sitting alone at a table, nursing a glass of juice. 

My breath hitched in my throat. Arjun Sir approached her silently, placing a small, folded note on the table before turning and walking away without a word. 

My mother’s expression was one of clear annoyance, a subtle flicker of disgust crossing her face.

She stared at the note, her raising her eye brows. Then, after a moment of hesitation, she glanced around cautiously, checking to see if anyone was watching. 

She reached under the table, her hands concealing the note. She opened it quickly, reading the contents hurriedly. Once finished, she read it again, a thoughtful expression clouding her face. 

Then she crumpled the note and tucked it into her bra, quickly darting her eyes to make sure no one noticed.

I desperately wanted to know what Arjun Sir had written. Where was my father, and what would his reaction be if he knew? I looked at the party grounds for him. 

I spotted him far off, engaged in lively conversation with a group of new acquaintances. He seemed entirely oblivious to what was going on. Arjun Sir was sending notes to my mom and my dad doesn't know about it.

"Arjun Sir's plan is working perfectly," I thought to myself, a grim satisfaction settling in my gut. 

He's communicating with my mother in secret, while my father remains blissfully unaware. Something is going to happen tonight. Arjun Sir is going to get my mom.

We got our ice cream. Rahul, with an infuriating nonchalance, kept his arm around Priya's waist throughout, making sure I witnessed it. 

Priya continued to glance at me, ensuring that I felt the sting of her actions.

After a while, the three of us sat down outside nearby trees, far away from the main hall, continuing our conversation.

"I'm starving," Rahul announced shortly. "I need more cake. I will go back to the hall and get some cake"

"I'll go with you," Priya said, clearly wanting to get away from me. She stood up, and I felt a pang of disappointment. 

"Priya, stay here," Rahul said, noticing her intention. "Keep Rajeev company. I'll be back in 10 minutes." He gave her a kiss on the cheek which made me angry.

"Fine," she sighed, reseating herself. She deliberately avoided my eyes, making it clear she'd rather be anywhere else. Rahul left, leaving me and Priya, alone.

“Go, Rahul,” I thought, a malicious grin spreading across my face. "Go, and don't come back. Never come back Rahul, I hate you. I want to fuck your girlfriend Priya tonight”

The air crackled with tension between Priya and me. She sat rigidly, licking her ice cream with deliberate slowness, pointedly ignoring my presence. 

I could feel her animosity toward me; she knows I am a pervert and she didn't want any association with me.

The unspoken words between us were more charged than any conversation could be. This was a battle of wills, and I intended to win.


"Does Rahul make you happy, Priya?" I asked, my voice low and intense. She didn't answer, her gaze fixed on her melting ice cream. I leaned closer, my eyes tracing the line of her beautiful thighs.

They were long and shapely, and the way the fabric of her dress clung to them was incredibly alluring. 

"You're beautiful, Priya," I murmured, my voice husky with desire. "Absolutely stunning. And I love you, Priya. I really do."

She didn’t respond, continuing to delicately lick her ice cream. The silence stretched between us, thick and charged.

"I know you were trying to make me jealous," I said, my voice firmer now. "Dancing with Rahul like that… it was a deliberate attempt to provoke me, wasn't it?"

"That's completely wrong," she snapped, her voice sharp and dismissive. "I was just dancing. Don't read things into it that aren't there. And please, stop talking to me, what you did to me last time was wrong" 

She glared at me, her eyes flashing with anger.

I reached out and took her hand, my fingers intertwining with hers. "If it was wrong, then prove it," I said softly, my gaze unwavering.

"Let go of my hand," she demanded, trying to pull away. "This is uncomfortable. Stop touch me, don't you dare start this again on my birthday"

"Did that bitch Rahul ever lick your pussy and your asshole the way I did?" I asked, my voice dropping to a near whisper. My words were pointed, deliberately provocative.

"Yes," she hissed, her face burning with anger. But I knew she was lying. "And what's your point?" She yanked her hand free, her eyes blazing.

"Let me satisfy you, Priya," I whispered, my voice low and urgent. "We're alone here. No one can see us. Let's continue where we left off that day"

A look of utter disgust crossed her face. "That will never happen, it will never and I will not allow it" she said, her voice filled with disdain.

Suddenly, she stood up abruptly, throwing her barely touched ice cream into a nearby trash can. Before she could move away, I quickly stood and grabbed her hand.

"Let go of me," she hissed, her eyes wide. "Or I'll tell Rahul."

"Go ahead," I said, my voice calm but firm. "Tell him. But be prepared for the consequences. He'll break up with you. Do you want that? Break up with him and come to me baby?"

She looked at me with astonishment. "I actually want you to tell him so that he can break up with you and I will be here for you. I hate that boy Rahul, I wish he goes away", I said to her.

She hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "No, never, let go of me now" she said, her voice barely audible.

Ignoring her protests, I pulled her toward a secluded area near a cluster of bushes and trees, where we were hidden from view. 

"Rahul will be busy for at least ten minutes, Priya" I whispered, my voice dangerously low. "Ten minutes is all we need."

"Leave me alone Rajeev! People will see us Rajeev, stop this nonsense" she cried, struggling against my hold. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm giving you what you want, Priya," I said, my voice a low growl. "I'm making you feel things that Rahul never will. I am going to satisfy you and you will remember me. We have all the time now, this is the chance."

I pulled her closer, until her back was pressed against the rough bark of a tree. "I miss your scent, Priya, you smell like raspberry" I whispered, burying my face in her hair. 

She tried to wriggle free, but my grip was firm.

"We can't do this here, Rajeev don't put me in trouble with my boyfriend" she whispered, her voice strained. "Someone might see us."

"I don't care," I said, my voice rough. "I want him to see that you are in my arms so that he can cry and break up with you", I said.

I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs caressing her soft skin. I leaned in and kissed her, my lips pressing against hers with a fervor that surprised even me. 



To my astonishment, she didn't resist that much. It was a soft kiss, tender and hesitant, but there was a spark of something more beneath the surface. 

I broke the kiss, my gaze locked on hers. "I love you, Priya" I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

Before she could respond, I kissed her again, my hands moving to the soft flesh of her ass, feeling the silk of her leopard print dress against my skin. 

She didn't protest this time, but there was a definite nervousness underlying her compliance, a fear of being discovered.

She tried to pull away, clearly hesitant to go any further. 

It was then I spotted Arjun Sir's sleek, black Rolls Royce parked just a short distance away. An idea sparked in my mind. "I can fuck Priya in her father's car, this way it will be safe," I whispered.

Grabbing her hand, I pulled her toward the car, urging her to duck her head. Surprisingly, she obeyed, her head low as we ran quickly. We reached the car, and I told her to unlock it.

"I don't have the keys," she lied, her voice barely a whisper.

"Don't lie to me, Priya," I said, my voice dangerously low. "I know you do. This is your father's car. Open it or else we will get caught. Do you want us to get caught?"

She glanced around nervously, then quickly fumbled for the keys in her purse. Before she could hand them to me, I snatched them, unlocking the car with a swift movement. 

I pulled her inside, slamming the door shut and locking it. The car's tinted windows provided complete privacy, shielding us from the outside world and from that imbecilic Rahul.

I laid her down in missionary position and I kissed her again, this time more passionately. We were nestled in the back seat of the luxurious Rolls Royce, the comfortable leather cushioning us. 

Her kiss was soft, tender at first, then gradually became more urgent, as if surrendering to the moment. She was kind of resisiting.

I began to remove her top, then finally her bra, one by one, kissing the soft skin of her breasts as I sucked them. She let out a soft moan, a sound that both thrilled and unsettled me.


"Aaahh Rajeev, please don't make me do this inside my dad's car, aahhhh uuuhhhh Stop," she whispered, her voice trembling. But it wasn't a forceful protest.

"No," I whispered back, my voice hoarse with desire. "I won't stop. You want this Priya, I know you were thinking of me since that day when I licked your holes"

"Please," she pleaded.
.
"It'll be quick," I murmured, my hands moving to the hem of her dress. "Before that bastard Rahul gets back."

I lifted her dress, revealing her white underwear beneath. They were slightly wet. "Why is your underwear wet?" I asked, a smirk playing on my lips.

She blushed, unable to meet my gaze.

"It means you liked my kiss, didn't you?" I whispered, my voice suggestive.

"No," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. "It’s… nothing."

Ignoring her denial, I continued. The silk of her dress moved aside and I saw her pussy, a small patch of dark hair just beginning to emerge.

Her pussy was slightly hairy and fleshy, just as I remembered from that day in her bedroom. "Your pussy," I said, my voice low and husky, "it's… fascinating. It smells… nice. Just like a sexy girl"

She shifted uncomfortably, trying to cover it with her hand. "Don't," she mumbled, her voice tight with discomfort.

"Why are you hiding it?" I asked, my fingers gently removing her hand.

"It's… embarrassing," she whispered, her cheeks flushing crimson. "It's just… private."

Ignoring her protests, I leaned down, my tongue tracing the contours of her pussy. It tasted slightly sweet, with a hint of saltiness. 

A low moan escaped her lips, "aaahh ssshhh ooohhh Rajeev, aahh nooon aaaaaaaahh"

She tried to stifle the sound, cupping her mouth with her hand, but the moans continued, escaping her in little gasps and whimpers. I savored the taste, my tongue lingering on the sensitive skin. 

She twitched, her body shifting sideways, writhing slightly under the intense sensation.

"Why are you moving around so much?" I asked, my voice a low murmur.

"It… it feels… intense," she gasped, her words punctuated by moans. "It's… so sensitive."

Then my tongue found its way to the edge of her asshole.

"Don't," she cried, her voice sharp with panic. "Don't put your tongue there aaahhhhhhhh please no"

"Why not?" I asked, my voice teasing.

"It's… it's just… disgusting, please why do you love that hole so much? Please just stop" she stammered, her face a mask of embarrassment.

"There's no need to be embarrassed," I said, my voice soft but insistent. "It's all part of it. This asshole of yours is the best" I continued to explore her asshole, circling the entrance.

Surprisingly, her asshole didn’t stink like shit at all. I was actually disappointed. I wanted the shitty smell of her asshole but this day, on her birthday, her asshole was not stinking at all.



Dear friends, you can see how perverted I am thanks to Arjun Sir. Priya's asshole was not stinking like shit and yet I preferred her asshole to stink. I don't know why I am obsessed with Priya's shit smell of her asshole.



I pressed my nose closer, trying to detect any hint of the familiar shitty smell of her asshole.
 

Dear friends, I don't know what happened to me, I was searching for the shitty odor of her asshole. I can't believe I was such a pervert.


Her asshole was clean, almost sterile. She must have washed it thoroughly.

"This is disgusting," she said, her voice choked with revulsion. "Stop it. Please."

"Why isn't it stinky Priya, did you wash your asshole, why did you wash your asshole? I wanted it to stink" I asked, my voice laced with frustration. "This is boring Priya. It's supposed to smell and stink like shit."

"I… I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

"It's much more exciting when it stinks," I said, my voice low and provocative. 

"It adds a certain flavor to it. It really makes this moment alive and exciting. It makes me feel so much. It's… a primal scent, you know?”

"Stop talking like that," she pleaded, her voice strained. "You are making me want to vomit, please just stop this"

I took a deep inhale of her asshole then I sat back, my frustration mounting. "Come here," I said, patting my lap. "Unbuckle my trousers and take care of my dick."

"No," she whispered, shaking her head.

"Don't waste time," I snapped. "Do it Priya, or  that idiot Rahul will be back any minute." I unleashed a string of insults, my anger boiling over. "You're a spoiled slut! A stubborn whore…!"

She hesitated, her eyes darting around nervously. "Stop calling me those names, I am not a whore", she snapped back at me.

Then, with a mixture of fear and resignation, she reached for the button of my trousers, her movements surprisingly gentle. 

As her fingers fumbled with the buckle, I ran my fingers through her hair, whispering, “You’re about to taste the best banana in the world, my dear.”

My penis was large, and when she finally pulled my trousers down, it sprang fully erect, shocking her. Her eyes widened in alarm. "I… I can't," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

"You will," I growled, grabbing her hand and forcing it around my shaft. "You'll fit it, whether you like it or not. You slut" Another torrent of insults followed, my anger fueling my actions.


Dear friends, remember that I started calling Priya this insulting names because I learnt it from Arjun Sir when he was fucking Jaya, remember? That night when Arjun Sir called Jaya insulting names?


Priya tentatively tried to take my dick into her mouth, but at first, only a small portion went in. I let out a string of curses. "You're doing it all wrong! You slut, you whore! You're not even trying!"

She pulled back, coughing and spitting. "I can’t, how do you expect me to fit all inside my mouth? it’s too…big"

"I want you to take it all the way in," I demanded. "Taste it all."

"Please, no, Rajeev" she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I can’t… I really can’t…"

I held her head firmly, forcing her mouth onto my penis. This time, it slid fully inside. 

After sometime, I was actually surprised by her technique. She moved it in and out with a surprising proficiency, as if she had done this before.





"You're… surprisingly good at this," I said, my voice a mixture of anger and grudging admiration. "You’re a naughty little bitch!" 

I forced her to taste my balls next. She kept glancing at the car window, anxious about Rahul's return.

"Concentrate!" I barked.

"Now, get on top," I said, my voice rough. "Ride me. Put my dick inside your pussy, do it now slut"

"This is enough," she protested, her voice shaking. "I’m disgusted. Your… dick… tastes awful."

"You haven't even begun to enjoy it yet," I said, my voice thick with lust. "Wait until you feel it inside your pussy. Then you'll know what real pleasure is."

She resisted, but I was stronger and easily overpowered her. I lifted her onto my lap, her body light and yielding under my weight.

"Put it inside bitch, stop wasting time, you are mine now, you can't escape me," I commanded, my voice low and urgent. "Insert it inside your sexy tight pussy."

"Why are you doing this? I have a boyfriend," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Cheating is fun," I said, my voice a low purr. "Secret affairs are the best. It's so good doing forbidden things and it’s so true. It works every time." I repeated the words, almost admiringly.

Dear friends, I repeated to her what Arjun Sir exactly told me about the fun of doing forbidden things.

She looked at me with utter disgust. "Stop wasting time," I yelled, my patience wearing thin. "You’re a pathetic little whore, I told you I will fuck you and now it the time"

Ignoring her protests, she reached down, her fingers trembling slightly as she guided my penis towards her tight pussy. It was her first time, and she was hesitant, moving slowly, her breathing shallow and rapid.



She closed her eyes, a shudder running through her body as she began to push me inside her. "Take your time, Priya," I murmured, my voice low and encouraging. "Don't rush. Let yourself feel it." 

She let out a small moan, aaahhhhhhh her body tensed, then relaxed slightly as she adjusted to the intrusion. "Push it in, Priya," I urged, my voice thick with anticipation. "All the way inside. Let it fill you." 

"I'm trying," she whispered, her voice strained. "I'm really trying, but it's... it's so much."

"I don't believe you're really here with me, touching me, doing all this… and your boyfriend is just ten minutes away," I said, my voice low and suggestive. 

"This is exhilarating isn’t it? This feeling of forbidden pleasure. You’re really enjoying this, aren't you, Priya? I can feel it."

Finally, with a small cry, I was fully inside her. "Good girl," I whispered, praising her effort. My dick was fully inside her.

"You're doing wonderfully. That's it. Sit on it comfortably baby" She let out a moan, a small whimper that quickly escalated into a series of breathless gasps. 



"Aahhh Rajeev please, I can't aaahhh this is my first time having sex please, I can't", she moaned.

 "Slowly now," I said, guiding her movements. "Up and down, slowly... that's it. Feel the rhythm. Let it take you."

"Do you want me to help you?" I asked, watching her carefully.

"No," she said, her voice surprisingly firm. "I can do this myself. I think I can handle this." 

I was shocked; I expected that she will continue denying me but I was surprised she said she will handle it. It was a powerful shift in our dynamic.


Dear friends, this is a testament that every girl or woman will cheat on their loved ones when they feel a good dick insdie them. Like Arjun Sir told me that all women cheat, I came to know that he was actually telling me the truth.



I settled back, enjoying the sensation of her body moving against mine. She started slowly at first, a gentle rocking motion, but soon she picked up the pace. 

Her movements were tentative at first, almost hesitant, but gradually she began to lose herself in the rhythm, her earlier nervousness replaced by a burgeoning passion. 

I watched the transformation on her face, the shock fading, replaced by a genuine, uninhibited joy. She had completely forgotten she was cheating on that bastard Rahul.

"See?" I whispered, my voice laced with triumph. "I told you, cheating is so much fun Priya! This forbidden act, this betrayal is the best. It's so exciting to break the rules, to defy expectations." I told her.


"Isn't it incredibly so good, Priya? Isn't it thrilling?" I repeated the phrase, savoring the thrill of her surrender, the taste of her transgression.

She didn’t reply, her body now moving with an almost frantic energy, her moans escalating into raw, unrestrained screams. "Aahahh aahhh aahh aaa shhh aooohh ooohhh oohhh"


They were wild, desperate sounds that echoed through the confined space of the car, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath. Her movements were getting faster, more desperate, more intense. 


Dear friends, Priya's pussy was adjusting to my cock. I didn't believe how her pussy, getting a fuck for the first time, adjusted to the size of my cock



I reached out, holding her hips to guide her rhythm, subtly increasing the pace. "Faster, Priya. Let yourself go. Feel it, faster baby ooh yes yes,, faster faster aaahhh Priya" I urged.

"Stop," she gasped, her breath ragged. "You're making me go too fast. It's… too much. I can't handle it"

"If I don't go fast, I won't cum," I said, my voice rough with urgency. "And neither will you. You want this, don’t you, Priya? You need this fuck."

Her eyes widened. "Are you going to make me pregnant?" she asked, panic creeping into her voice. "Oh my god. Are you? No I don't want to have your child Rajeev, please no? It's to early"

"Relax," I said, my voice low and reassuring. "I am not going to cum inside you. I'll take care of it. Just focus on the feeling. Let it consume you. "

Reassured, she resumed her rhythmic movements, her body now moving with an almost fast energy. The air in the car grew thick with heat, the air heavy with the scent of our sweat and desire. 

Through the slightly tinted window, we both saw Rahul confused, scanning the area as if looking for us.

"There he is," Priya whispered, her voice tight with panic. "Oh god, oh god, he will see us!"

"Just keep going," I whispered back. "Keep moving. That idiot won't notice. He won't be able to tell." My words were meant to calm her, to reassure her.

But her nervousness persisted. "We need to finish," she pleaded. "Please, let's finish. I can’t do this anymore. I’m terrified. Don't run my relationship with him please, finish"

"Don't worry about getting caught," I urged. "Just concentrate on the feeling. Let the pleasure overwhelm everything else. Forget about him. Just focus on us." She continued jumping up on my cock.

Then after a while I told her, "Now, bend over," I instructed, changing our position. "I want to fuck your asshole."

She hesitated, placing a finger over her anus. "No no no, please I can't do this, please don't force me", she cried. 

"Why?" I asked, my voice low. "You were doing so well. I think your sexy asshole will be even better you slut! I promise, just spread your ass cheeks Priya, be a good girl now"

Dear friends, this is another scenario where I was influenced by Arjun Sir's behavior of always fucking a girl in the ass. Friends, you remember him telling me that I must fuck a woman in the anus?

He told me that a girl's asshole is for fucking only, so I am following his order and now I want to fuck his daughter in her asshole which is virgin. He told me in every sex, I must fuck a girl in the asshole.

And that is what I am about to do to Priya, his daughter.

"It'll… it'll hurt, Please I have never done this" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’m not sure I can handle that."

"Bitch I told you I'll be quick," I said, my voice a low murmur. "Just let me finish. I’ll make it fast. I promise. I have a lube, spread your ass cheeks"

"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "It’ll really hurt. I know it will. Rahul is suspecting please Rajeev, stop just stop"

"Okay," I sighed, resigning myself to using her front door again. "Let's finish this, then. Let's finish this properly. I will fuck your asshole for another day." 

I guided my penis back inside her pussy and continued to pound her, faster and harder this time. Her screams intensified, a mixture of pain and pleasure.




I held her mouth, my lips pressed against hers, and whispered in her ear, as she looked outside looking at Rahul who kept looking for us.

"Look at your sweet Rahul, looking for you while we’re here with me fucking your pussy", I told her as I kept fucking her.


Dear friends, it was so good seeing the foolish Rahul looking for his girlfriend while I am in the Rolls Royce fucking his girlfriend's pussy.


"Your boyfriend, that silly boy, is searching for you, utterly oblivious, and we are here creating this delicious cheating sex, this forbidden pleasure. Isn't betraying your boyfriend feel so good, Priya, tell me baby?"

She didn't reply she just kept moaning while I cupped her mouth.

"This moment of intense passion, this forbidden betrayal?" 

She continued to glance nervously towards Rahul, her expression a mixture of guilt and excitement. I smiled, enjoying her conflicted emotions. 

Without warning, I pulled out, cumming on her back. I groaned loudly, releasing my tension. She collapsed onto the seat, gasping for breath. 

I leaned forward and kissed her, savoring the taste of her sweat and passionate lips.

She quickly adjusted her dress, frantically trying to erase any evidence of our encounter. "Why are you in such a hurry?" I asked, my voice amused.

"We need to go back to Rahul," she said, her voice breathless. "Or he'll suspect something. Button your shirt. We need to act normal." She kept insisting, pushing me to get cleaned up.

"Calm down," I said, my voice calm. "We’re fine. Your boyfriend is an idiot, he will not notice anything"

She pulled a mirror from her purse and started remaking her hair, trying to look as though nothing had happened. 

She wanted to ensure that no spot on her gave any indication that she had been intimate with me.

She spotted my still-unbuttoned trousers. "Button your trousers," she said urgently. "Please. And quickly. We need to act normal, really normal."

"I'll walk like this," I said, smiling at her frantic efforts.

"No, button it," she insisted, her tone sharp with urgency. "Rajeev, don't ruin my relationship, button your trousers now, we can't risk"

I obeyed, buttoning my trousers while smiling. We walked out of the car, she then locked it.

Then we walked casually towards Rahul, who was still searching for us, completely oblivious to the passionate encounter we had just shared in the backseat of Arjun Sir’s Rolls Royce.



Rahul’s brow furrowed as his eyes landed on Priya and me. Confusion painted his face. "Where have you two been?" he asked, his voice laced with a gentle curiosity.

Priya stammered, her words tripping over each other and nervous giggles. "We… we were just… um… talking, uuh yes just uuuh talking" she managed, her eyes darting nervously between Rahul and me.

I stepped in before the situation could go further. "We got a little sidetracked," I said smoothly, my voice confident and reassuring. "There was this… fascinating tree that was located there".

I pointed, right exactly where I took Priya to kiss her, next to that tree.

"So I just dared Priya to climb it"

"But it took you this long?" Rahul questioned, his gaze lingering on Priya, his expression still tinged with uncertainty. 

It was a look I knew well, the look of a foolish boy who loved and trusted his girlfriend. A look that I was systematically destroying.

Priya, got scared by the direct question, attempted another explanation, but her words lacked conviction. "Yes, it was… uh… really quite captivating," she mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

I intervened again. "Yes, we were, yes...uummm..I just challenged her to climb that tree, then I climbed too" I said, lying to him.

Rahul nodded slowly, his confusion seemingly appeased by my explanation, yet a shadow of doubt still flickered in his eyes. His gaze shifted to our drenched clothes, and his eyebrows shot up. 



Dear friends, I loved how me and Priya, his girlfriend, lied to him. It was so good lying to him. I hate Rahul so much that I fucked his love of his life, Priya, the cute sexy girl and here we are lying to him. 

OOh Priya's cheating and betraying Rahul feels so good to me. I felt so proud. OOh yess forbidden things are so good.



"Why are you both sweating so much?" he asked.

"Well," I began, wiping my brow with the back of my hand, "it was incredibly humid where we were standing next to that tree and the tree climb was so challenging that's why we both sweat, right Priya?", I told him.

"Yes yes....uuhh.. yes climbing that tree was a tough job, that's why we sweated", Priya agreed with me.


Priya, however, was a different story. Her legs trembled visibly, her hands shaking uncontrollably. The fear radiating from her was palpable, a stark contrast to her strained calmness. 

It was a fear born of the knowledge that her good betrayal of Rahul was hanging precariously by a thread, ready to unravel at any moment. She was terrified of Rahul discovering her cheating on him.


Rahul's gaze shifted from me to Priya, his expression growing more concerned. "Are you alright, Priya?" he asked gently. His concern was genuine.

"Yes my love, I am alright" Priya replied to Rahul. I felt angry when Priya called him "my love". I didn't want to hear anything like that. I am a jealous and a pervert person. I want to destroy her love for this fucker called Rahul.

His gaze dropped to the bottom of Priya's dress, where a small, white stain was visible. It was my sperm.

"What's that white substance there?" he inquired, his voice a neutral tone that hinted at a growing suspicion. 

Priya glanced down, her eyes widening in horror. With a swift, nervous movement, she rubbed the stain away, her trembling hands betraying her nervousness. I smiled.

"Oh, that," she stammered, "that's just… uh… some… spilled ice cream. I dropped a cone earlier," she lied, her voice a thin tremor. I felt really good as she lied to him.

"Is that so?" Rahul asked, his tone still even but his eyes now intensely focused on Priya's shaking form. The trembling was now almost violent. Her fear was screaming.

"Yes," Priya managed, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes were wide and pleading, begging me to help her.

I knew I had to act fast. Priya was on the verge of a complete breakdown. The situation was teetering on the brink of exposure.

"Rahul," I said, speaking quickly and calmly, "Priya seems to be getting cold. She's shivering quite a bit. Why don't you give her your jacket?"

Rahul, noticing Priya’s intensified trembling, didn't hesitate. He removed his jacket, his concern outweighing his suspicions. He dbangd it over Priya's shoulders. 

Watching her shiver, it was apparent that her shaking had less to do with cold and more to do with the overwhelming fear of being discovered. 

I suppressed a smirk. Rahul, in his innocence, was completely oblivious to the betrayal Priya did to him which was something I was proud of. 



"Such a foolish boy," I thought to myself. "If me and my lovely Priya can lie to his face, and he believes us, I can have Priya cheat on him every day. He’ll never know."



"Okay," Rahul said, relieved to see Priya seemingly settling down. "I wanted you guys to come to the hall. There's more cakes left."

"Ohh really? That's sounds fun" Priya said.

"I'm really tired," I said, pretending to be exhausted. "I think I'll just rest for a bit."

"Okay," he replied. "Priya, let's go."

Priya started to walk towards Rahul, her body still visibly trembling. 

I moved quickly, I pulled her close, whispering into her ear "Next time, I'm fucking your asshole, make sure you prepare it for me," I hissed, my voice low and menacing.

I gave her sexy ass a sharp smack, squeezing her flesh forcefully before releasing her. 


Dear friends, you can see how I am obsessed with fucking the ass of Priya in the coming days. This again was taught to me by Arjun Sir. Earlier before I met Arjun Sir, I used to think asshole fucking is disgusting.

But after he taught me immorality and very nice way of being a pervert, I started liking ass fucking. Even though I have never fucked asshole, I was planning very eagerly to fuck Priya's asshole and also smell her shit. 

Tonight, I didn't get to smell Priya's shitty smell of her stinky asshole. I was disappointed. But next time, I know I will get that tasty shitty smell of her asshole. I am a pervert.


 

I watched as her hips swayed, the movement amplified by her nervous gait, a testament to the adrenaline coursing through her. A triumphant grin spread across my face. 

I was the winner today. I had an affair with the girlfriend of a boy I hate, Rahul.

Feeling drained from the intensity of the encounter, I finally retreated to the hall.

I saw my mother sitting with with Arjun sir, engaged in an animated conversation. My father joined them, his expression was somehow.......................

[nadia]

Will arjun sir succeed in corrupting her and erasing her love for her husband and make her completely his property

Stay tuned  to find out!!

[nadia]

Rajeev finally managed to fuck priya while rahul was away.
even though ten minutes wouldn't have enough for him.... 
let's see if Arjun can also fuck Sunita.
before he fucks her really hard, 
I'd like to see some steamy moments between them where he seduces her under the table, with arvind sitting beside her.

Absolutely!

[nadia]

CONTINUATION










I made my way towards where my mother and Arjun sir were seated. I noticed Arjun sir leaning in towards my mother. 

My mother kept glancing around nervously, as if checking to see if my father was watching.  It looked as if she was telling Arjun Sir not to get closer to her.

As I approached, they both subtly shifted, creating a little more distance between them, their earlier closeness instantly erased.

Arjun sir greeted me with a knowing wink. "Ooh, fellow friend," he said, his voice laced with suggestive amusement. "You enjoyed yourself, huh?"

"Yeah," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "It was eventful."

"Where were you Rajeev?" my mother asked, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. She looked at me expectantly.

I was about to say "Priya," but I quickly corrected myself. "I was with Rahul," I said, avoiding the risk of revealing too much. "We were enjoying ice cream outside."

Then I had the idea of taking a picture of both my mom and Arjun Sir. "Mom let me take a photo of you both, you look good". My mom at first was nervous and uncomfortable with the idea.

"What? a...a photo?", my mom asked me. Then Arjun Sir said, "Cmon Sunita, it's just a photo. Let him take one for us to remember this day"

Then my mom didn't want to look rude so she just accepted. I saw Arjun Sir getting really close to my mom and wrapping his right hand over her right shoulder. My mom didn't even smile for the photo.

This is because she felt nervous.




Before I could explain further, my father emerged from behind me. His eyes instantly landed on my mother and Arjun sir, their closeness together but more innocent.

Dear friends, I don't know how my mom all of a sudden decided to sit and talk with Arjun Sir. Was this man so manipulative in this way? But one thing was for sure, my mom sometimes just loves to make friends.

However, she doesn't love making male friends who are always intending to seduce her yet she is married. That is why she was trying to stay far from the pervert and evil Arjun Sir.

All the time when I was fucking Priya, don't know what Arjun Sir and my mom were conversing about. But one thing was for sure that my mom was no interested in him.




My father, bless his trusting soul, didn't know about the flirtation that had taken place moments before. He trusted my mother implicitly.

The idea of her cheating on him never even crossed his mind. He simply didn't see Arjun sir's lust or interest in my mother. 

But guess what, my dad somehow is a fool just like my friend Rahul, he doesn't know that my mom cheated him long time ago with Sir Suresh.

And now, most probably, if Arjun Sir succeeds, she will cheat on my dad for the second time.

However, a seed of doubt was planted, even if he wasn’t consciously aware of it.

Arjun sir, with a practiced ease said to my dad, "I believe I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you," he said, extending his hand. "I’m Arjun."

"I’m Sunita’s husband, Arvind" my father responded, his voice firm but friendly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Arjun. I've heard so much about you from my son, Rajeev." 

He smiled warmly, his gaze shifting between Arjun and my mother. 

I chimed in, eager to support the innocence of Arjun Sir. "Dad, Arjun sir is the one who bought me the new phone! The one I’ve been raving about." I said. My mom also smiled when I said this.

"He's unbelievably generous, isn't he?" , my voice brimming with forced enthusiasm. 

I wanted my dad to be reassured by the seemingly innocent gesture, cementing in his mind the idea of Arjun as a generous, friendly acquaintance.



Dear friends, I was a pervert person. I was trying my best to give the impression that Arjun Sir, the pervert man, was like an angel. But deep inside, it was like I was supporting my dad to be cheated on for the second time.

But did my mom already cheat on my dad for the second time when she accepted the gifts from Arjun Sir? Friends, you can answer that for your own selves.




And to my liking, my dad just believed me.

"Really? That’s very kind of you, Arjun," my father said, his gaze softening. He looked at Arjun with a renewed sense of gratitude. 

“Thank you for your generosity,” he added. He seemed convinced by my words and the seemingly harmless interaction. 

But I, his son, knew better. I knew the true face behind Arjun’s carefully crafted pretence of kindness. He was showing kindness so that he can get my mom, my dad's wife.

My father turned his attention to my mother. "Sunita, how did you meet Arjun?" He asked, his voice still pleasant.

My mother’s hands trembled slightly as she responded. "I… I met him through Rajeev," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. 

The tremor in her voice betrayed her nervousness, a fact that went unnoticed by my seemingly oblivious father. 

Arjun sir, however, seemed to notice. His eyes flickered with a glint of something; perhaps satisfaction, perhaps impatience.

Arjun sir turned to my father, his smile warm and engaging. "Enjoying Priya's birthday party?, she is my daughter" he asked. . 

His words were designed to foster a sense of fake friendship between himself and my father. 

"Yes, it's been a lovely evening, your daughter Priya is such a darling" my father replied. He was genuinely enjoying the party, not knowing the true intentions of why Arjun Sir invited us to this party.

Arjun sir leaned forward, his voice lowering as if sharing a secret. "Perhaps one day we should arrange a family get-together? It would be nice to get to know each other better." He told my dad.

Arjun Sir subtly glanced at my mother, a silent acknowledgment of their shared understanding.

My father turned to my mother, seeking her opinion. "What do you think, my love?"

My mother, seemingly caught off guard, her silence amplified by the tension in the air. 

"I… I think that would be… nice," she stammered, her voice barely audible. 

Her words, although agreeing to the suggestion, were laced with an almost palpable anxiety.

Arjun sir, maintaining the amiable façade, turned back to my father. "So, I am a business man, I own a rather large company," he casually mentioned. 

"A multi-billion dollar one, in fact.” He said it as if it was an afterthought. He smiled, a deliberate tactic to impress my father.

Both my mother and father were visibly surprised. My mother's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of impressed admiration fleeting across her face. 


Dear friends, my mom now understood that why Arjun Sir bought her those very expensive gifts that night. She understood that Arjun Sir owned a multi billion company. Something told me that my mom was quite impressed by him.



My father's eyebrows rose in astonishment. "Woow, you seem like a successful person sir", my father replied.


The subtle shift in dynamics was noticeable, a silent acknowledgment of Arjun’s wealth and the influence that came with it.

I observed Arjun sir looking at my father with a veiled expression of anger.

He wanted my father gone; he craved the moment he could be alone with my mother, to pursue his lust intentions. 


After a while, Arjun sir spoke again, his voice smooth and deliberate. "Let me get you both some juice," he offered to my father, his smile almost too friendly. 

"And Rajeev, you look like you could use one too. Some apple juice would be perfect."

I replied, "Yes sir, I need one too"

My father said slightly. "I'm fine, really,". But Arjun sir persisted, his charm offensive relentless.

"Cmon Arvind," he insisted. "It's the least I can do. Rajeev, you want some juice, right?" he asked me, turning his attention to me.

Mom told Arjun Sir, "My young kid really loves juice, he loves to eat and drink all the time, you can bring him one, hehehehe"

"Yes, please, dad you can have one too" I said, playing along. The air shifted, and even my father chuckled. "Well, if my son wants juice then I suppose I can't argue," he said good-naturedly. 

The four of us laughed, the tension momentarily diffused.




Dear friends, I had a suspicion lingered in my mind. Why was Arjun sir so insistent on getting my father juice? 




It felt strangely… calculated. Arjun Sir gave me a wink. "Rajeev, could you give me a hand?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied, already sensing the subtle manipulation at play. I understood that this was a well-calculated move.


Once we were far from my parents, Arjun sir's demeanor shifted. "It’s going well, isn’t it?" he said, his eyes gleaming with a chilling confidence.

"But the party’s almost over," I said. "How will you get Mom alone, with Dad still here?"

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Don’t worry about that. I'll get your mother tonight. You know I love being an evil person and my evil will succeed." 


Dear friends, you can now understand that me and Arjun Sir are evil people, we are perverts, we are immoral and all we think about is doing forbidden things.

I don't know why but forbidden things are so good to do. Me and him we just love to fuck girls or women who are not legally ours. I fuck Rahul's girlfriend and Arjun Sir intends to fuck my mom, not legally his wife.



He paused, his eyes lingering on me. "Your mother is so beautiful, Rajeev. I've been wanting her for so long. I must get her tonight, I don't care what happens."

A strange, unsettling thrill ran through me as he spoke. 

This wasn't a feeling of disgust; it was something far more filthy and deeply rooted in immorality he had taught in me and I loved it.

He produced four glasses and a bottle of apple juice. He filled two cups. "This is for you and your mother," he said, handing the two to me.

"What about Dad’s juice?" I asked.

"I'll take care of that, don't worry about it" he said, his tone firm. 




Dear friends, what was Arjun Sir hiding? Why would he insist on delivering my father's juice himself? Is he about to do something that is so pervert?



I took my juice and my mother's juice and headed toward them, taking a sip of my juice on the way. I gave the drink to my mother.

"Thank you, my son," my mother said, her eyes warm with gratitude.

"Arjun sir will bring your juice, Dad," I told my father.

"Alright," my father replied, his gaze fixed on the conversations with my mom.

I placed my empty cup on the table. "Mom, I'm going to the washroom," I announced.

"Don't take too long, dear. The party's winding down, and people are leaving," my mother replied.

"I won’t," I said, trying to sound casual.


Then from the corner of my eye, I saw Arjun Sir secretly removing a small sachet from his pocket. It was white, and I could make out a powdery substance inside. 

What was that? I asked myself. Arjun Sir looked around cautiously, checking if my father was watching, before expertly pouring the white substance into my father's glass.


I didn't care what Arjun Sir was doing. I was a pervert, an immoral boy—a product of Arjun sir's immoral teachings. 

I watched, with a sickening fascination, as he took the glass to my dad.
 

Then, he handed the glass to my father, a smile playing on his lips.

The three of them sat down. I went to the washroom, then came back and stood myself at a distance, carefully observing their interactions. 

I saw Arjun sir look at my father, waiting for him to take a sip of the evil juice. 

My father, engaged in conversation with my mother and Arjun, hadn't touched his drink yet.

Arjun sir, impatient, made some gestures urging my father to drink. Finally, my father picked up his glass and took a sip. 

I watched Arjun sir, a cruel smile plastered on his face, encouraging him to drink more. 

My mother was completely unaware of what was happening. 

And I, equally disturbingly, found myself smiling along. I was excited, even though I knew something naughty.


I joined my mother, father, and Arjun sir at a table near the end of the party. My dad looked pale, his skin clammy with perspiration. He was dabbing his forehead with a tissue due to sweating.

"Baby, are you alright?" Mom asked Dad, her voice laced with concern. 

"I don't feel so good," Dad replied, his voice weaker than usual. "I have a terrible headache, and my stomach… it feels really strange. It's making me feel weak and dizzy. I don't know why this is so sudden"

"What's wrong explain to me, honey?" Mom pressed, her voice now edged with alarm. "Tell me exactly what’s happening. You don’t look well at all.” 

She was clearly worried and concerned.


Dear friends, something tells met that whatever Arjun Sir added to my dad's drink was making my dad feel unwell. Remember friends, this was the same tactic used by Sir Suresh earlier. Did Sir Suresh learn this habit from Arjun Sir?

Because Arjun Sir seems an expert in this schemes and deception of evil.



"I don't know," Dad admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "It's like… a burning feeling, a sharp pain that comes and goes. It's really uncomfortable, and I feel quite nauseous. I'm also sweating a great deal." 

He doubled over slightly, his hand instinctively moving to his abdomen.

Arjun sir, rather than directly asking about Dad's condition, offered a seemingly casual suggestion. "Perhaps you should finish your drink," he said smoothly, gesturing towards Dad's glass with a subtle. 


Dear friends, I didn't believe what Arjun Sir told my dad. He was actually encouraging my dad to finish the drink which he (Arjun Sir) spiked it with white powder. He wanted my dad to finish the drink so that it could take full effect.

OOhhh this Arjun Sir is really a pervert. Doing all this just to get my mom for the night.



"It might settle your stomach. The apple juice; perhaps it might soothe the discomfort." His words carried a hidden agenda.

Dad listened to Arjun Sir and he took the glass and completely drank it all. He then grimaced, the pain clearly intensifying. "My stomach hurts," he groaned, his voice strained. 

"It's a really bad pain, and it's spreading. It feels like it's twisting and burning. But I will handle it" He was struggling to control his discomfort.


Mom sprang to her feet, her concern overriding any lingering hesitation. "Oh, honey, this isn't right," she exclaimed, her voice rising with alarm. "You need to see a doctor immediately. This is far too much pain; you need help." 

She didn't know that the person who is making her husband unwell is just next to her, Arjun Sir, the good pervert, my role model.

Arjun sir, however, placed a hand on mom's arm, gently but firmly restraining her. "Sunita, relax," he said calmly, his voice smooth and soothing. 

"Let him rest for a moment. Let’s not overreact. It might just be a minor stomach upset. Just take it easy." 

Mom hesitated, her worry evident in the trembling of her hands. "Will he be fine?", mom asked Arjun Sir. "Yes, this is normal, he will just be fine", he said.

"Dad, does this feel like that time you were sick a month ago?" I asked, a growing suspicion forming in my mind. 

"Yes," Dad groaned, his voice laced with pain. "It's exactly the same… only… worse. Much worse this time." He was clearly in significant distress.

Arjun sir, sensing the changing dynamics of the situation, stood up abruptly. "Let's get this resolved promptly," he declared. "How exactly are you feeling now? Can you describe it in more detail? Be precise." 

His tone was authoritative, almost demanding, he was pretending to be helpful but he had other sinister agenda. 

"It’s a burning, twisting pain," Dad said, his voice strained and weak. "It’s spreading from my stomach to my chest. I feel intensely nauseous and I’m sweating profusely. I feel dizzy and weak as well. I’m losing strength." 

His face was pale, his eyes clouded with pain.

"We need to get you to a hospital," Arjun sir declared authoritatively. "Immediately. This situation needs immediate attention. There’s no time to waste." 

His words, however, sounded more like orders than concern, a thinly veiled attempt to control my dad. He looked at me and he winked.

Dad, who had always held Arjun sir in high regard due to his wealth and influential status, looked uncertain. 

"Are you sure, Arjun? Is it really necessary? Perhaps it’s not that serious." My dad said, his concern was less about his immediate health and more about the practical implications of seeking immediate medical assistance.

"Absolutely," Arjun insisted, his voice firm and unwavering. "It's crucial that we act swiftly. Delaying could have serious consequences. This requires immediate medical attention." Arjun Sir was hiding his true motives.



Dear friends, Arjun Sir's true motive was to get my dad away and finally fuck my mom and by the look of things, his plans were going good.

Mom, her worry escalating, spoke urgently. "He's been feeling unwell for a couple of weeks now," she explained, her voice edged with anxiety. "I thought he was just tired, but this... this is far worse than anything before." 


My suspicion solidified. Dad's sudden, severe illness wasn't a coincidence; it was directly linked to what Arjun sir had done earlier. There was no other explanation.


"We have to take him to the hospital, now!" Mom declared, panic rising in her voice. She stood abruptly, her face pale and her hands trembling. "This is simply too much; he needs immediate medical attention. We can't wait any longer."

"Your wife is absolutely correct," Arjun sir stated smoothly, maintaining his composure, while subtly moving closer to my mother. "We need to get him to a hospital immediately. There is no time to waste. This is a medical emergency." 



Dear friends, this man Arjun Sir was really determined tonight to have my mom all on his own. But will he succeed? The way things are going, I think he will.



Arjun sir, feigning concern, helped Dad to his feet, supporting him as he stood shakily. "Let's get you to the car," he said. 

"Where are you taking him?" Mom asked, her voice filled with anxiety, yet her trust in Arjun still held her back.

"To the hospital, of course," Arjun replied, his voice calm and reassuring. "I'll drive. My Rolls Royce is the fastest way. We need to get him there as quickly as possible." 

His words were designed to appear helpful, but his true intentions were masked by a veneer of concern.


Dear friends, knew, with absolute certainty, that Arjun sir's plan was unfolding flawlessly. He was systematically removing my father from the situation, creating the perfect opportunity to be alone with my mother. 

His carefully constructed façade of concern was beginning to unravel, revealing a sinister agenda beneath the surface.

Dad, still in considerable pain, turned to Mom. "Come with us, baby," he mumbled, his voice weak and strained.

Mom grabbed her purse, her movements hurried and anxious, yet she seemed strangely subdued, almost paralyzed by a mix of fear and trust in Arjun sir's apparent concern. 


Dear friends, this was a calculated move by Arjun Sir to create an impression on my mom that he is a good man after all. Even if he seduced her and bought her panties and bra as a gift, he is a good man.

But in reality, Arjun Sir was a pervert, he couldn't stand the sight of seeing my mom and dad together. He wanted to break he bond of my mom and dad. He is a family breaker. He loves forbidden things.

My mom and dad were married for over 23 years and Arjun Sir was just about to break that bond in just a few hours.

We all moved towards the exit, the celebratory atmosphere of the party now a distant memory, replaced by a palpable sense of urgency and fear. 

Most people inside the party were not really concerned because we didn't create a scene. Arjun Sir kept the situation just normal.


Arjun sir handed me his car keys to open his car.



We left the party. Arjun sir unlocked his Rolls Royce. He helped my father into the car. Mom and I got in the back seat.

"It'll be alright, honey," Mom said, holding Dad's hand. She squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Everything will be alright, I promise. Just try to relax."

"Darling, don't worry, it is fine, just a simple headache and stomach upset," Dad whispered while smiling at mom., his breath shallow. 


"But, I don't know what's wrong with me. This pain... it's unbearable. It's twisting and burning." He shuddered, his body trembling slightly. 

Arjun sir started the car. "Sunita, try to relax," he said calmly holding her hand. "Everything will be fine. He'll receive excellent care at the hospital. The best doctors will be taking care of him." 

He tried to convey a sense of reassurance but his plans were halfway successful. The plan to have my mom with him on the bed.

"Believe me, everything is going to be just fine, Sunita. Don't you worry about a thing. Just focus on remaining calm and composed. Everything will be fine."

Mom was still visibly agitated. "This pain... it's been getting worse for weeks," she said, her voice tight with worry. "I thought he was just tired, but this is... this is so much worse than before." My dad just smiled at how worried she is.

Perhaps, this showed my dad that my mom really loves him so much. But dad doesn't know that my mom who loves him so much is also being wanted and chased by the person sitting next to him, Arjun Sir.




Her voice was filled with self-reproach and concern. "What if something serious has already developed? Oh, what am I going to do?" she said.

Arjun sir nodded calmly. "I know, Sunita. That's precisely why we need to get him to the hospital right away. Let the doctors thoroughly assess his condition and provide him with the best possible treatment."

My dad then said to Arjun Sir, "Leave her, she is just always worried about nothing, heheeh"

This made Arjun Sir to also laugh. My mom playfully slapped my dad on the shoulder.



We arrived at the hospital. The emergency room was busy. Arjun sir helped Dad out of the car. He was pale and weak. A nurse rushed to assist.

"Sir, what's wrong?" the nurse asked, efficiently assessing Dad. "Tell me exactly what is happening, and try to be as precise as possible."

"Severe stomach pain," Dad groaned, his voice weak. "It started earlier, a burning pain spreading to my chest. I’m nauseous, dizzy, sweating profusely. It’s getting much worse." 

His breathing was becoming labored. 

"I understand, sir," the nurse said, calmly checking his pulse. "We’ll get you checked out immediately. Please try to remain calm and breathe deeply. We will give you something for the pain as soon as we can get you into a cubicle."

Mom, beside herself, held Dad's hand tightly. "It's alright, honey," she whispered. "We're here now. The doctors will help you. Everything will be fine, I promise." 

A doctor came and assessed dad while we were in the ward.

"Does this hurt?" the doctor asked, pressing gently. "Describe the pain. It’s important that you provide as much detail as possible regarding its nature, its intensity, and where you feel it." 

Dad started saying, "Sharp, then dull… like burning, twisting… It comes and goes but is getting steadily worse. It's almost unbearable; I’m in so much pain." His words were laced with pain.

"I see," the doctor said, making notes. "We must run additional tests." He spoke calmly, his words conveying professionalism, reassuring my mother somewhat. "We need to investigate thoroughly so we can get to the root of the problem."

"What should we do?" Mom asked, her voice edged with desperate hope. "What’s going on? What is the problem?"

"It's too early to say for certain," the doctor said. "But we need to run the tests and keep him for observation overnight. It’s essential that we monitor his condition to rule out the possibility of more serious conditions."

"Overnight?" Mom cried. "But... he needs to go home." She was clearly distressed. "I don’t understand why this is necessary, it feels so wrong. I don’t want to leave him here alone."

Arjun sir put a hand on Mom's arm. "Sunita, the doctor is right," he said quietly, yet his voice carried a strangely authoritative tone. 

"He needs proper care and monitoring. He’ll be in the best possible hands here. It’s crucial that he receive proper medical care. Everything will be alright. Just have faith that they’ll provide the best possible care for him. Trust me, they’ll take care of him." 


By now, I knew that Arjun Sir, the pervert, was now 95% succeed in his mission. I also told mom that we should listen to the doctor. Then Arjun Sir held my mom and sat with her down. He was hugging her and my mom slightly hugged him.


He was comforting her and mom had to listen to him. I saw Arjun sir wink at me. Then he told my mom, "Sunita, let me take you to your home, it's pretty late"....................................

[nadia]

(( FRIENDS, THIS PART IS INTERESTING. I CHALLENGE YOU GUYS TO READ THIS PART WORD BY WORD))





The three of us climbed into the Rolls Royce. The drive home was short, but Mom's worry was palpable. She sat beside Arjun sir in the front seat, her gaze fixed on the road ahead, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. 

When we arrived home, Mom immediately got out of the car, her movements hurried, her eyes darting around as if she was half-expecting something. She turned to Arjun sir.

"Thank you, Arjun," she said, her voice sincere yet hesitant. "Thank you so much for everything. For helping Rajeev's father. For taking him to the hospital. You were so helpful", 

Arjun just kept staring at my mom in lust.

"I don't know what we would have done without your help. You are such a good man, Arjun." Mom said.

Arjun sir smiled warmly, "It was my pleasure, Sunita," he replied, his voice smooth and even. A woman like you deserves all this and even more.", he said.

"Rajeev's father is a good man, and I wouldn't hesitate to assist anyone in need. Consider it a small gesture of my friendship. I'm always happy to help those close to me."


"Thank you, Arjun sir," I said, adding my voice to Mom's gratitude. "For everything. You really saved the day. You are a very kind and generous person to have done all this." 

I offered my sincere gratitude, yet deep down, I was actually helping Arjun Sir in his evil plans of fucking my mom inside our house. Me and him are world renowned perverts with immorality.

Arjun sir responded with a gracious smile. "You're very welcome, Rajeev, you are like my son. I’m just glad I could be of assistance."

"Consider it my pleasure. I am always happy to help my friends, and always willing to contribute whenever I possibly can." 


Dear friends, I actually wished that Arjun Sir was my dad. I love how he taught me the nice way of becoming a pervert. I love how he guided me to become a pervert.

I was tuned in to his way of choosing the path of forbidden things, being unholy and doing immorality things.






"Mom, see I have always told you that Arjun Sir is a good man," I told Mom as we walked towards the house. "He really helped Dad." 

She looked at me with a gentle smile, her expression one of profound gratitude.

"Yes beta," she replied softly. "He is. He has a good heart." She said as she looked at Arjun Sir smiling.

"Mom, can I have the house key?" I asked. She gave it to me. I unlocked the door. “Arjun, please do come in. We’re happy to have you.”

As Mom walked ahead of Arjun sir, I saw him gaze at her big ass, his eyes lingering on the way her hips swayed, the subtle movement of her fat ass flesh. 

Her body seemed to glide, her steps smooth and graceful, and her fat ass moved rhythmically with each step, her flesh gently undulating, jiggling slightly with each movement. 








The way he was looking at her juicy ass, while licking his lips came across to me that he is really going to do something with my mom's ass tonight.

"Can I make you some coffee, Arjun?" 

Mom asked, her voice polite but tinged with a slight nervousness. 

She was offering a gesture of hospitality, a traditional way of showing gratitude and appreciation to those who have shown kindness or assistance.

Arjun Sir - "Yes, please,"

He replied, settling onto the sofa. He seemed relaxed, almost confident, and his smile seemed to broaden subtly as he surveyed the room. 

Dear friends, I was proud of my mother. She always shows hospitality for people who helped her. She was kind and considerate. In fact this was one of the main reasons why my dad married her. 

She was so kind, cultured and well behaved.

She was brought up well in a traditional ecosystem characterized by puritanical norms. But my dad doesn't know that the woman he thinks is well behaved already cheated on him and is now about to cheat on him twice.



That night I told my mom hurriedly that I am going to sleep, I wanted both of them to enjoy being alone.



"Alright, dear," Mom replied warmly, her voice soft and tender. "Sleep well. Thank you for everything, dear Rajeev, you are the best son" 

Something told me that she didn't want to stay alone with Arjun Sir because she didn't trust him.


I left them in the living room. About an hour later, I peeked from the hallway. Arjun sir was sitting close to Mom, his arm casually dbangd around her shoulders, his hand gently resting on her back. 

He was drinking coffee with my mom.

He seemed to be offering some words of comfort or reassurance, his manner calm and soothing.





"Your husband will be fine, Sunita," Arjun said softly. His voice was low, reassuring. 

"He's in good hands. Just relax and let the medical professionals do their job. Everything will be alright, you have nothing to fear." 

His tone was calming and considerate. He was constantly squeezing her hips. My mom, who was in need of comforting, didn't feel his touch was so touchy.

To my mom, what Arjun Sir was doing was normal to her because he was comforting her and telling her that my dad will be ok. So in her eyes, this seemed normal.

"Yes, but this illness… it always gets him," Mom responded, her voice laced with worry. 

"It has happened several times before. This pain… it makes him so ill and so weak. I’m so very worried." She spoke in a concerned tone.

"I know," Arjun said, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. "But he's getting the best possible care. He’ll be alright. Just trust me on this." 

I watched Arjun sir. His hand moved from her shoulder to her sexy hips, his fingers gently caressing her, subtly squeezing, his touch almost imperceptible. 

He was taking advantage of the situation, using his comforting words to gain physical closeness to my mom. This pervert man was really going to do something with my mom tonight.

"Sunita," Arjun said softly, leaning closer. "Let me take you to the bedroom. You look tired. You need to rest." His tone was gentle, his words calculated to appeal to her sensibilities.

"Thank you, Arjun," Mom replied, politely rejecting his offer. "But I'm fine here. I want to stay close by in case Rajeev’s father needs anything." 

She was already becoming suspicious of Arjun sir. His closeness was making her slightly uncomfortable. She sensed that this man is about to seduce her.







"No Sunita," Arjun insisted. "You need to rest. It's late. You must be exhausted. Let me help you to the bedroom. You need to rest; you look absolutely worn out. Come with me, Sunita"

"I’m really alright, Arjun," Mom responded politely but firmly. "It’s very late and I’m not used to anyone staying here overnight. Perhaps you should head home." 

Mom started becoming bold.

"You’re probably tired too Arjun, after all you've done today. You must be exhausted."

"Sunita," Arjun said, his voice now holding a hint of frustration. "Why are you chasing me away? I'm not leaving you alone here at night. You’re tired, and you need to rest. Let me help you." 

His words conveyed concern, "I can even spend the night here", he said.

"I'm fine, truly," Mom insisted, trying to maintain her composure. "I'll be alright here. It’s not safe to be out at this time of night; you should head home." 


Dear friends, you can clearly understand why my mom is insisting on telling Arjun Sir to go away. She was really not in the mood to be seduced.

And on the other hand, you can clearly see why Arjun Sir is insisting on taking my mom to the bedroom.






Arjun sir stood and began to pull Mom to stand. "Sunita, let’s not argue about this," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "You need to rest. I insist that you come with me to the bedroom." 

His actions displayed a determination to get his way, to achieve his goal. "But...", my mom started. "NO buts Sunita, just listen to me", Arjun Sir told her.

"Thank you, Arjun, for everything," Mom said, her voice soft, a nervous energy now evident in her manner. "Truly, I appreciate everything you’ve done."

I ran and peeked through the window. He was taking her to the bedroom. He locked the door.

"Why did you lock the door?" Mom asked, once they were inside the room. Her tone was apprehensive, a hint of unease in her question.

"So we can talk privately," Arjun said, his voice smooth, though his eyes were intent. "To talk about what?", mom asked.

"I wanted to get to know you properly, just you and me. I also want to ensure your privacy and comfort. I wanted to make sure no one disturbed us." 

His response sounded deceptively plausible, but I knew better.

Mom sat on the bed, her body tense, her hands clasped in her lap. Arjun sat beside her, gently taking her hand. “Sunita, you’re so tired,” he said softly, his touch lingering on her hand. 

Mom still thinks that Arjun Sir is just comforting her, not seducing her.


"Let me comfort you. You’ve been through a lot today. Let me help to make things easier for you." His actions seemed caring but held a subtle hint of control.

"I'm fine," Mom said, attempting to pull his hand away. "Really, I am. Thank you for your concern, but I’m alright now. Please you need to go home you know, to your wife" 

Her tone was strained, trying to sound reassuring.

Arjun ignored her attempt to pull away. He continued to hold her hand, drawing her closer. "Let me comfort you, Sunita," he whispered, his voice laced with a subtle hint of possessiveness. 

He leaned closer, and kissed her cheek. He was now too close to my mom.

Mom gasped, pulling away abruptly. "Arjun!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in anger and indignation. "Get out! Get out of my house, right now!" 

Her voice trembled with a mix of shock, hurt, and anger.

"Why?" Arjun asked, his face unreadable, his tone deceptively calm.

"Because I know what you want!" Mom shouted. "I know why you were so kind today! It was all a pretense!" 

Her tone was one of sharp, angry accusation. "You are a manipulative, self-serving man, and I see right through your calculated game! I was a fool to trust you." 

Her anger and hurt were unmistakable, and she wasn't trying to hide them.


Dear friends, you remember when I told you that my mom needed a fresh start with my dad? That she needed to leave all her cheating past with Sir Suresh and become a good, cultured and loyal wife to my dad?

Remember when she told herself that she will never ever cheat on my dad again and never betray him after she cheated with Sir Suresh?

Then that is exactly what triggered her reaction towards Arjun Sir. She felt that Arjun Sir was a hindrance to her progress in becoming a loyal wife to my dad. 

She felt that Arjun Sir was trying to make her do forbidden things.

All this while my dad was in hospital.




Arjun stood, his smile gone. "You're right," he said, his voice low and almost admiring. "I've wanted you since the first day I saw you Sunita. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment, about this opportunity."


Dear friends, the moment finally arrived! This was the moment Arjun Sir dreamt of. The chance to get my mom and him inside the house.


You are beautiful, Sunita. And I intend to possess you." His words were raw, he revealed his true colors to my mom. His pervert colors.

"Get out!" Mom screamed, her voice filled with disgust and revulsion. "Get out of my house, you disgusting man! Get out of my bedroom!" She was furious, her tone scathing and unforgiving. 

"I feel so disgusted by you Arjun, if I knew the kind of person you were, I wouldn't even let you close to my husband."

"If you want me to go," Arjun said, his voice cold,, "then why did you accept the gift I gave you? The panties the bra? You knew what it meant, Sunita. You knew what I was hoping for." 

He was attempting to shame her, to manipulate her, to break her will.


Dear friends, my mom's betrayal of my father runs deeper than just a misplaced acceptance of a gift. My mother, Sunita—a woman of faith, a pillar of strength in our family—accepted dirty gifts from Arjun Sir. 

This is shattering of the principles she instilled in me, a betrayal of the values my father held dear. The fact that she accepted panties and bra as a gift already meant she destroyed her marriage.

And a blatant disregard for the religious principles that have always guided our family. Her cheating behaviour is profound. To see her, my devout mother, reduced to this shameful woman. 

It was so naughty and hot to see, the woman who taught me right from wrong, has somehow lost her way. The whole situation is spiritually and morally reprehensible. She has become shameful.

And if my dad knew what kind of a woman he married, he will be in total shock. Trust me friends, my dad will be in total shock if he knew what my mom has been doing behind his back.




Mom stammered, unable to respond. She stared at the floor, her face burning with shame and confusion. She was speechless; unable to respond; unable to articulate her shock and disgust. 

She looked down, her hands nervously fiddling with her clothing.

Arjun moved closer, taking her hands in his. "Don’t pretend, Sunita," he whispered, his voice dangerously low. "You know you crave a man like me. A man who can provide you with good sex, the luxuries you always desired." 

My mom didn't move an inch.


Arjun sir continued, "I am a wealthy man. I can offer you security and security is priceless, Sunita. Leave your foolish husband. I will give you the kind of security that a man like me can provide.”

"I'm not a gold digger!" Mom said, her voice trembling. "I'm not some shallow brat who can be bought! Let me go! I don’t need your help; I don’t want it." 

My mom regained her senses back temporarily.


"I don’t want anything from you!" Her voice trembled with a mixture of anger, shame, and desperation.

Arjun held her tightly, his grip firm and unyielding. "There's nothing wrong with wanting a good life, more money and sex Sunita," he whispered, his voice dangerously smooth. 

"And I can give you everything you want. Let me show you. Let me take care of you." 

His touch intensified, almost forceful, his grip possessively tight. He grabbed my mom and started kissing her lips.


A gasp escaped her lips, a mixture of surprise and… something else. The kiss was soft, exploratory, yet undeniably passionate. 


"Sunita," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've… I've wanted to do this for so long. I really adore you Sunita"

She tried to pull away. "Arjun sir… this isn't right," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "We can't…"

"Can't what?" he challenged gently, his grip tightening ever so slightly on her hand. "Can't admit what we both feel? Can't acknowledge the undeniable chemistry between us? Sunita, look at me." 

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Don't you feel it too?"

"I…" she began, her voice trembling, "I don't know what to say. I want to be loyal to my husband. I try to be a good wife."

Arjun sir's expression softened. He cupped her face in his hands. 

"Sunita, you are a good wife. A devoted wife. But being a good wife doesn't mean denying yourself pleasure, doesn't mean suppressing the desires of your heart." 

"All good wives always have sex outside marriage, it is normal and acceptable behaviour baby", he told her.




Dear friends, I noticed that my mom all of a sudden started being innocent and not resisting. Was Arjun Sir actually telling my mom the truth to the extent that my mom knew he was saying the truth?  Friends, for me, I started removing my cock and started rubbing it.



"Sharing your body with me Sunita doesn't destroy your loyalty to your husband. It simply… expands your experience, your understanding of yourself. It is not betrayal, it is fun" 

He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. "It's about giving yourself permission to feel, to experience, to live fully."



Mpm pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Sunita," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with emotion. "Your lips… they're like a princess, so perfectly formed, so exquisitely delicate." 

He kissed her again, lingering longer. "I want to kiss you, my love. Let me…" Mom was trying to move away.

My mom's moans became more audible, a mixture of pleasure and apprehension. 

She was caught between the thrill of the forbidden and the fear of the consequences. The weight of her actions pressed heavily on her.

"I… I can't," she whispered, her voice strained. "This… this isn't right." She came back to her senses again.

He turned my mom around so that he was facing her back.

Arjun sir's gaze drifted down, settling on my mom's big ass. "Sunita," he breathed, his voice thick with admiration, "your ass… they're magnificent. So full, so round, so…substantial. I've dreamt of them, you know." 

My mom just stood there not knowing what do do because she accepted the gift of this man and now she can't turn back.


"I dreamed of the way the soft flesh of your ass would feel beneath my touch, the way they'd tremble slightly as you walked. The way they'd…respond."

My mom’s face flushed crimson. "Arjun sir, please," she whispered, her voice tight with discomfort. "Stop talking about me like that. I'm married. My body… is not yours."


"Sunita, my dear," he said, "it's precisely because you're married that you're so… tempting. Married women are the tastiest fruit, you see. The most forbidden are the most sweetest."

My mom just stood there listening as she started moaning as he started touching her.

"There's a thrill, a risk, the knowledge that you're betraying your husband is so good Sunita. Betray him Sunita, betray him because he will never know, let him lie in hospital."

He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against her ass, feeling the soft jiggle of the fat. "My wife… she's a lovely woman, but she doesn't have big ass like yours. Yours are… magnificent."

He reached up, his fingers deftly unfastening her tight skirt, then her expensive watch. "Sunita," he said, his voice a persuasive, "just let yourself go. Accept this. It will be our secret. No one need ever know."

My mom stiffened, pulling away slightly. "I'm not that kind of woman, Arjun sir," she said, her voice firm, despite the tremor in her hands. "I can't… I won't." 




Arjun sir, with a sudden, forceful movement, threw my mother onto the bed. "Spread your legs Sunita," he commanded. For a moment, she hesitated. 

He leaned over, his hands roughly but efficiently spreading her legs wide, pinning them to the bed. With a swift, almost brutal movement, he ripped off her red panties, the silk whispering against her skin. 

He was greeted by the sight of her tight pussy, it was fat; perfectly smooth, freshly shaved.

"Sunita," he murmured, his gaze fixated on her pussy. "This pussy of yours, this is exquisite. Such a perfect little hole." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her pussy surface. 

"Let me taste it." 

Before she could protest, his tongue darted out, tracing the delicate curve of her pussy, then probing gently into its depths.

A soft moan escaped her lips, "aaahhh noo please Arjun don't make me do this please aaahhhh" a mixture of surprise and something akin to pleasure. 

Arjun sir’s tongue continued its exploration, circling and probing. 

The sounds she made were barely audible at first, but grew into soft whimpers. "Aahh no please aahhh ssshhh oooohhh aaaauuuuhhhh .....aaaaaaiiiiiii ooooooooohhhh"



She instinctively tried to push him away, her hands clenching into fists, but his weight held her down. 

She arched her back, attempting to create distance, but he was relentless. His tongue continued its exploration, circling, then moving up and down with a deliberate rhythm.


"Mmm," he murmured, his tongue pausing to savor the taste. "So sweet… so delicate." He moved his tongue slightly, teasing the sensitive skin surrounding her pussy and her clit. 

"This is…better than I imagined."

He then abruptly shifted his attention, inserting a finger into her pussy, lightly tickling the sensitive skin. 

My mother erupted in surprised moans. "Arjun sir! Stop that!" she gasped, her voice a mixture of amusement and protest.

"Why?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. His finger continued its teasing exploration.

"It… it i don't know, i feel, something please just don't aaaahhhhhh!" she managed to say between bursts of moans. "And it's…it's wrong!"



Arjun sir swiftly turned my mother onto doggystyle, her body bending at the waist, her head bowed. 


"Sunita," he whispered, his voice low and gravelly, "if I tasted the sweetness of your pussy, then I must taste your asshole as well. This hole… I know it stinks. You haven't bathed since Priya's birthday, have you?" 

The implication was clear, and a wave of nausea washed over me. I couldn't believe he was actually going to sniff my mom's unwashed asshole. 


Dear friends, actually my mom didn't bath all that time when we were at Priya's birthday. This means that even when she was dancing wit my dad, her ass was sweating.

And due to sweating, it must have made her ass stink so nicely. So Arjun Sir was actually going to smell all the shitty smell of my mom unwashed asshole. OOh this man is such a pervert.



My mother's voice was barely a whisper "Arjun sir… what are you doing? I… I feel nervous. What is this all about?" She knew exactly what he was about to do. Her nervousness betrayed her.

Arjun sir’s nose was pressed against her asshole. My mother jumped, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. The scent, heavy and pungent, filled the air. I winced. It really did smell like shit.

"Please Arjun, please, I have not washed that part, please don't do it", mom pleaded.

"Mmm," Arjun sir inhaled, "Smelly and sweaty smell of shit but that's what I like. That's what excites me, Sunita, I am glad you didn't take a bath, I love this shitty smell of your asshole"

Dear friends, I remembered I was a pervert just like Arjun sir because we both loved the smell of stinky assholes. It was a disgusting shared secret that made my stomach churn.

"aaahh ssshh oooohhh Arjun sir," my mother protested, her voice trembling. "Stop this. Please. I'm uncomfortable. This is… this is wrong on so many levels.", mom moaned.

"I can't believe you are actually doing this. This is beyond bizarre."

"Nonsense, Sunita," he replied, his voice almost affectionate. "The stinky smell of a woman's asshole, especial when unwashed, feels good. You wouldn’t understand." 

He started to insert his tongue, circling around the opening of her unwashed stinky asshole.







My mother jumped, her body tensing. "Stop this disgusting act! This is… this is wrong. Stop it, please!" 

I noticed some dark hair at the edge of her asshole, a further indication of how unwashed and smelly her asshole was.

I couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. I was disgusted, even though a perverse part of me, a part I hated, was…intrigued. 

Arjun sir continued licking the hole which my mom uses to shit.

"My, my," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "So… pungent. So… earthy. This is…wild. It's wonderfully wild." Arjun Sir said.


My mother, mortified, squirmed and tried to pull away but couldn't escape his grasp. 

"Stop it," she pleaded again, her voice choked with embarrassment. "This is humiliating. Please…stop."

Arjun sir, apparently unfazed by her discomfort, continued his offensive exploration. "This is… exhilarating. The sweat, the shitty smell… it's all part of the experience. It only heightens the pleasure." 

He said as my mom continued moaning.

"You're beautiful, Sunita. Even if your asshole stinks like shit. I love this shitty smell and stinky"

He finally pulled back, and he moved, climbing onto the soft bed. He looked at my mom panting. "Now, Sunita," he said, a different tone in his voice. "Remove my trouser. You know what comes next."

My mother's face paled. "No," she whispered, her eyes wide with fear. "Please, don't make me…taste that. I can't."

Arjun sir chuckled, a low, knowing sound. "Oh, but you will. Your hesitation only proves that you already know. You knew what I was going to do, didn't you? From the moment we began?"

"This is wrong," my mother insisted, tears welling up in her eyes. "I’m a religious woman. I can’t do this."

"Religious? Nonsense," Arjun sir scoffed. "There is nothing wrong with an extramarital affair. Sometimes, betraying your husband is the only way to truly experience life."

He reached down, pulling down his trousers. When he finally removed it, his cock sprang free. It was undeniably large, significantly bigger than Sir Suresh's. 

My mother saw it and stared, her eyes widening in astonishment. She knew, instinctively, it was bigger. Much bigger.

"Astonished?" Arjun sir smirked, watching her reaction. "Thinking? Hesitating? Don't overthink it, Sunita. Just… enjoy it. You look so stunning. It’s like it’s made for you."

My mother stammered, "I… I can’t do this. It’s…it’s too big. I… I can’t."

He leaned in, his voice a low murmur. "Don't worry, my dear. Just trust me. Let go. You'll like it."

Then, to my utter shock and disgust, she reached out, her hand trembling, and hesitantly took his penis in her hand. She then slowly guided it to her mouth. 

Arjun sir visibly relaxed and grinned. 

He started to encourage her, his words a mixture of instruction and reassurance. "That's it… yes… like that… good girl…"







He reached for his phone on the nearby bed. "This is too good to miss," he announced. He began to record my mom sucking his dick.

My mother froze. "What are you doing? Stop it. I don't want to be recorded. What are you doing?"

Arjun sir merely smiled, continuing to film. "Relax, Sunita. This is our little secret. But a memory we can treasure…"




"No," my mother said, her voice trembling. "I'm married. I can't be recorded doing…doing this. It's wrong. It's something I'd never want anyone to see. My husband would never forgive me."

Arjun sir, his eyes fixed on the phone, said, "Shut up and continue. This isn't a discussion. You're doing it well. I don't want any interruptions. This is purely for my personal pleasure. Now, keep going." 

His tone was dismissive, his words sharp and commanding.

My mother, clearly distressed, but seemingly unable to refuse, continued her sucking his dick up and down and spitting on it.



Dear friends, i am not sure if my mom watches porn but the way he was sucking his dick, you would think that she watches porn.


Arjun sir, meanwhile, encouraged her, but his words were laced with insults. "Faster you slut, harder… you're a clumsy cow. That's it, you’re almost there. Do it you whore"



Dear friends, you remember when Arjun Sir fucked Jaya and the way he used to call her nasty names? He is doing the same with my mom and I am loving it. I was actually rubbing my dick as he saying so.


"Stop calling me names," my mother protested, her voice tight with frustration. 

"If you keep insulting me, I will stop. I refuse to be degraded while performing this act. I'm not some mindless object for your amusement."

Arjun sir snorted. "Fine, fine. Don't be so dramatic. Just focus. Forget my words. Unless you want to stop pleasing me." 

He paused, then added, with a sly smile, "It's your choice. Continue, or you'll end up with far more consequences than just a few bad names."





My mother, clearly torn between her discomfort and her apparent inability to refuse, but this time, Arjun sir ordered her to look directly at the camera. 

My mother, with a visible shudder, reluctantly complied, her gaze meeting the lens, her expression a mixture of shame and fear.

"Promise me," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper, "that this video will never, ever be seen by anyone else. That it's only for you. I need your word on this, Arjun sir. I really do."

Arjun sir’s response was dismissive. "Of course, darling. What do you think I am, some sort of pervert who likes to share such personal videos? It's for my eyes only. Don't worry. I won't share this anywhere." 

His tone was condescending and sarcastic. The promise felt hollow and insincere.

He then switched to a softer approach, his voice dripping with false concern. "There, there, my sweet. You're doing wonderfully. You're a natural. Keep going. Arrggh yes suck my cock like that ooh yesss", he groaned.


"You're so good. I'm so glad you're doing this for me. Sunita, I wish you were my wife, I think I will plan to marry you very soon” 

His encouraging words were in stark contrast to his previous rudeness, yet equally manipulative.

I was shocked. My mother, usually so reserved and proper, seemed to actually enjoy the act. She was moving rhythmically, her movements becoming increasingly confident and practiced. 


Dear friend, I don't blame my mom for all of a sudden enjoying sucking another man's dick. Why do I say so? Because first, my dad doesn't know most ways of pleasuring my mom.

And secondly, my mom already sucked the dick of Sir Suresh previously and she is used to doing this kind of dirty stuff.




Arjun sir, initially surprised by her unexpected proficiency, soon abandoned his insults, his attention solely focused on her performance. 

"Wow, you slut" he muttered, impressed. "You're surprisingly a whore at this. You’re really good. I’m amazed."

After fifteen minutes of this, Arjun sir declared, "Lie down." My mother, her face flushed, obeyed without question. 


He held his camera so tight on his hands.

"I’m…I’m not comfortable with this recording," my mother said, her voice strained. "It makes me uneasy and nervous. I don't understand the necessity of it, Arjun sir."

Arjun sir's response was curt and dismissive. "Shut up bitch and enjoy yourself. The recording is a testament to our shared pleasure. It’s a memory, darling."

"But is the recording really necessary?" my mother asked, her voice laced with desperation. "Isn't our…privacy enough? I mean, is it truly essential that you record this?"

"Necessary? Of course, it's necessary. It’s a reminder of our special moment together. This is proof. Now stop talking bitch and let’s get back to what we were doing." 





He was ruthless and controlling, his words laced with a hint of cruelty.

"Please," my mother pleaded, her voice breaking. "Don't ruin my marriage. Please, Arjun sir, think of the consequences. This could destroy my marriage."

Arjun sir laughed, a harsh, unpleasant sound. "Marriage? There's nothing sacred about marriage, Sunita."

"All women cheat eventually. It’s human nature. You're no different." He was callous and unconcerned about the ramifications of his actions.

"No," my mother snapped back, her voice filled with unexpected defiance. "I’m not that kind of woman. I’m not some promiscuous woman who cheats. I have morals and integrity. I’m not like that.” 

Her dignity shone through her fear. 

"Shut up," Arjun sir snarled, his face darkening. "You’re already cheating. You're here with me, aren't you? You’re already betraying your husband and doing this for me."

"So, stop being such a whore.” His words were brutal and devoid of any empathy.




Arjun sir, without further preamble, pushed his penis into my mother’s pussy. My mother screamed, a sharp, involuntary sound that cut through the air. 

"Wait!" she cried, her voice strained. "Wait! I…I wasn't ready. It’s… it’s too fast."

"Why are you screaming?" Arjun sir demanded, his voice rough. "We haven't even started yet. What's the matter? You're making too much noise bitch, you want Rajeev to hear us"

"It's… it's too much," my mother gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Go slower. Please… please go slower. I need time to adjust." 

Her voice was laced with a mixture of fear and pain. She was clearly overwhelmed by the suddenness and intensity of the act.

Arjun sir, seemingly unfazed by her distress, adjusted his position. "Control your breathing you whore," he instructed. "And try to relax. It will be fine."

"But… but it hurts," my mother whimpered. "Please… please go slowly. I'm begging you. I really can't handle it." She tried to push him away, but his grip was firm. Her words were desperate, pleading.

With another thrust, his entire penis entered her pussy. "There we go," Arjun sir said, his voice devoid of any empathy. 

He showed no sign of concern. He was clearly focused on his own pleasure. "See? It's not so bad. Relax, and let me take care of the rest."

My mother continued to scream, her protests muffled by his movements. "Why are you going so fast? Stop! It hurts! It's too much! Please be gentle stop recording aahahhhh!" 


Her voice was filled with pain and desperation.

Arjun sir, irritated by her continued resistance, snapped back. "Stop shouting bitch! And look at the camera. This is important to get it right. I need a good view for the recording."

My mother, however, refused to look at the camera. Instead, she buried her face with her hands. 

Overcome with a mix of pain and humiliation, she tried to shield herself from the ordeal. Arjun sir, growing impatient, pushed deeper into her, his movements now relentless.

"Relax," he said, his voice a strained whisper. "Just relax. Let go. It will be…better than you think. You’ll enjoy it. Your pussy is tight because your nonsense husband never fucks you right” 


He tried to comfort her, but his words were devoid of sincerity. His attempts at reassurance seemed hollow and unconvincing.

"Please… please go slower aah ssh oooooooooohhhhh," my mother begged, her voice barely a whisper, interspersed with gasps and sobs. 

"I… I can't handle this. I’m pleading with you, Arjun sir. Please… be gentle. Please… please… slow down."

Arjun sir ignored her pleas, his rhythm continuing unabated. His actions were uncaring, driven solely by his own desires. 

"I will do what I want bitch. Just let go and enjoy this. Let me do what I have to do. Look at the camera now"

My mother’s screams were raw, guttural sounds of pain and anguish—a high-pitched wail that morphed into strangled cries, interspersed with whimpers and desperate pleas. The intensity of her cries spoke volumes about the agonizing experience.

"Why are you screaming like that?" Arjun sir asked, his voice tight with barely controlled annoyance. "It's not that bad. I know I make you scream more than your husband ever could. Admit it. Am I right?" 

He paused, expecting a response. He seemed to relish her distress.

My mother, unable to speak coherently, continued to scream, her body writhing beneath him. "Aaahhh oohh oohh oohh aaahhh ssshhhh ooohhh"


She couldn’t answer. She couldn't respond. 

Finally, Arjun sir’s conquest was complete. He pulled out, leaving my mother panting and exhausted on the bed.

"You make such interesting faces when you scream," Arjun sir said, a smug grin spreading across his face as he observed her from above. 

He enjoyed her humiliation. He was completely uncaring and insensitive.

My mother, ashamed and mortified, mumbled, "Don't say things like that. Please. Just… don’t."

"Why not?" Arjun sir asked, his tone teasing. "It's just an observation. You should hear yourself.” His enjoyment and blatant disregard for her feelings was clear.

"Because… because it's embarrassing," my mother replied, her voice barely audible. "It's humiliating. It is degrading. It's just… too much."

The bed shook violently, a testament to the intensity of the encounter.

Then something happened.............

[nadia]

Before starting party sunita is in other dress while taking photo with arjun sir her dress has changed... Did she changed dress in between after argument with her husband

Of course somebody has to change when they get in the house. Some things are just common sense.

I skipped it deliberately to redundancy purposes or else the story will be dull.

[nadia]

Any full video leak of arjun sir fucking sunita

Yes coming soon in the upcoming updates but not the exact next.

[nadia]

NEXT LONG UPDATE COMING TOMORROW



For the meantime, this is my real mom and dad. This photo was taken before my mom met with Sir Suresh.

[nadia]

CONTINUATION








"Come on, Sunita," Arjun sir instructed, lying down on the bed. "Get on top of me. Ride me." My mother didn't protest. 

There was no going back. She knew she had crossed a point of no return. Her earlier hesitation and moral reservations had completely dissolved.

"Wait," my mother said, her voice a little breathless. "Stop recording me. Please."

Arjun sir raised an eyebrow. "Why? What's wrong?" He sounded amused, not at all perturbed by her request. 

"I…I don't want to be recorded," my mother stammered. "It's… embarrassing. I'd rather this was our....I want it just between us please" 

Her tone was shy, almost childlike. It was a stark contrast to the confident woman who was now actively participating.

Arjun sir kissed her lips softly, he placed his phone facedown on the nightstand. "Happy now?" he murmured. My mother nodded, a small, almost shy movement.

She then climbed onto him, with a slight adjustment, she guided his penis into her pussy, and began to move rhythmically, up and down.






"Good girl," Arjun sir murmured, his voice laced with encouragement. "You're doing great Sunita. You're incredibly good at this. You're a a good slut." 

He reached up, gently cupping her breasts. "And your breasts… they're so soft. So smooth against my hands."

"Don't… don't pinch my nipples," my mother said, a little breathless. 

She could still feel herself falling deeper into this illicit act. She pushed away slightly to protest, but his grip was firm. She was still unsure if she was enjoying this.


Dear friends, my dad was in hospital for the second time not knowing that his wife is being fucked and cheating on him for the second time. It was so hot.



My mother’s movements became increasingly energetic. She was now really jumping up and down on his dick, his dick going deep inside her pussy, her passion taking over. 

She was completely lost in the experience. She seemed to have forgotten that she was cheating on my dad, consumed by the act. "Yes…yes…ooh yes aah fuck m ee aaahhh yess fuck mee aaoaaah aahhh yessssss ooooohhhhhh" she moaned.


Her words barely audible above the rhythmic sounds of the bed.

Arjun sir was clearly surprised by my mother’s enthusiasm. "Wow," he exclaimed. "I didn't expect this. You're really enjoying this, aren't you? You're amazing! You are talking dirty and I like it" 

He continued to encourage her, his words however, were laced with insults. 

"Faster… slut… that’s it… you’re so good, my little whore. Ride it like you want it so much, betray your husband who is in hospital
" He paused. "Do you like it when I call you names like slut and whore?"

My mother didn’t reply. She was lost in the moment, her body moving with increasing fervor. "Aaahhh Arjuuuunnn aahhh aaahhhh ssshhh oooooooohhhh"



Arjun sir, holding her big ass, assisted her rhythm, aiding her up and down movements. Her body was shaking with passion. She was moving so fast the bed was shaking. 



She was completely lost in this cheating sex, completely immersed in the moment. She had forgotten that she was a wife and mother, a woman bound by culture and tradition. She was now Arjun sir’s woman, completely transformed.


Dear friends, Arjun Sir was right, cheating sex is the best because it is so hot. This is because my mom knows that she is doing adultery and cheating on my dad but yet she is enjoying sex with another man and moaning.



"I’m… I’m about to cum," Arjun sir announced after 22 minutes of fucking her pussy, his voice tight with anticipation. To my shock and Arjun Sir's shock, my mother replied, "Cum inside me please, aaahh yesss cum inside me."


Dear friends, I didn't believe my mom was telling another man to cum inside her. I didn't believe this. My mom totally changed. She became shameful. She was no longer religious, she was not a slut of Arjun Sir.

How in the world can she tell another man to cum inside her when her husband is in hospital? Wooow! My mom really changed to a slut, I don't want to say slut but I have to. She was so shameful.


Arjun sir was clearly taken aback. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice incredulous. "You really want me to cum inside you?"

My mother, her eyes closed tightly, nodded vigorously. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please… please do it inside. I want it inside me." She was begging for the release, her desire palpable.

Arjun sir, still surprised, gave a warning. "I'm going to… I'm going to cum now." With a final, forceful thrust, he released his semen inside her pussy.

I heard a loud groan from Arjun Sir, "aarrggghhh ooh Sunitaaaa my love I am cumming aaaarrrgghhh"


I knew, without a doubt, that he had fulfilled his intention. "I… I can feel it inside me," my mother whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. "You really filled me up you pervert"

"I'm so glad I cummed inside you my love, it felt so good," Arjun sir exclaimed, his voice filled with unexpected delight. My mother leaned over and kissed his head.

My mother got off him and collapsed onto the bed, both of them breathing heavily, their bodies flushed and sweating.  My mom came beside him, and kissed his lips.






After a few minutes, my mother got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned, Arjun sir asked, "Did you enjoy it, Sunita?"

My mother nodded.

"With words, darling," he insisted. "Tell me with words. Don't just nod."

"Yes," she replied, her voice still slightly breathless. "Yes, I did. But you are so crude"

They rested for a bit like 10 minutes and this man Arjun Sir wasn't finished with my mom yet.

"Good girl," Arjun sir said, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Now, let's try your other hole." He showed her that he had already achieved another erection. His banana was hard, ready for his next conquest.


"Sunita," he called, using my mother's name with a playful lilt, "this charmingly beautiful asshole of yours needs some love."

"And why is that, Arjun?" she asked, her voice laced with gentle curiosity. 

She knew exactly what he meant, this man was going to fuck her asshole. I couldn't wait to see that fat ass which stinks, being used.

"Because," he declared with a grin, "I've fallen head over heels for its unique smell. It's got life, Sunita, real life. And I intend to make full use of this wonderfully ass of yours" 

Arjun, still smiling, leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Now, tell me, Sunita," he said, a playful glint in his eyes, "has this stinky asshole of yours ever been fucked before?"

"Arjun!" my mom exclaimed, she started resisting. "It's disgusting. The thought alone is enough to make me shudder. Besides, it would be far too messy." 


Dear friends, one thing for sure is that my mom really didn't like a dick in her asshole. You remember how she screamed when Sir Suresh fucked her asshole for the first time? Now Arjun Sir's dick is even bigger than Sir Suresh's.

So what does this mean? That dick of Arjun Sir will really stretch her asshole and she will scream really at the top of her voice.




Arjun raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Are you sure, Sunita? Positive? You wouldn't be lying, would you? I know you have a certain… fondness for taking risks, especially in your asshole" 

He knew she was lying, and the knowledge added a thrilling edge to their game. He knew that the sexy fat ass of my mom could never be left un-fucked.

"No, Arjun. That hole has remained untouched, please don't. I am not that kind of a woman. I am not ready please Arjun." My mom pleaded

I understood why my mother lied to Arjun. She didn't want him to think she was the kind of woman who’d let other men use her sacred asshole. She wanted Arjun Sir to think that she was a holy woman.

The truth was far more complex, a tangled mess of desires and guilt that she kept carefully hidden.

Arjun’s smile faded, his expression hardening slightly. "Sunita," he said, his voice low and commanding, "get on your knees." His tone held no room for argument.

"Arjun, no! Please, I’m not ready, not tonight" she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. She knew what he wanted, the unspoken request hanging heavy in the air.

Arjun’s gaze remained unwavering. "Not ready? Why not? You've been anticipating this, haven't you, Sunita? We both know it. You knew very well that you only give your asshole to anyone who is special to you" 

"And I know I am special for you Sunita, so turn into doggystyle now", Arjun Sir demanded.


My mother wrung her hands. "Not for tonight Arjun It's… it's just… I…I don't feel like I am ready" 

She couldn't seem to find the words to express the conflicting emotions that warred within her.

Arjun's expression softened a fraction. "Sunita," he said, "for me to use your asshole, you don't need to be ready. It's about letting go, surrendering your asshole to me just as how you did with your pussy." 

Arjun reached into his trousers, producing a small bottle of oil. "I am always prepared," he murmured, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Always have the right lubricant for that asshole of yours." 







"Sunita," Arjun continued, his voice low and intimate, "many men have desired to fuck your asshole, you know that?. They've all been captivated by its generous fatness." 



 He began to apply the oil to her asshole, his touch surprisingly gentle, rubbing the oil up and down on her asshole, slow strokes.

My mother jumped, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her lips. 

The coldness of the oil, the unexpected intimacy of the touch, it was… electrifying. 

"Why the jump, Sunita?" Arjun asked, his voice a low murmur, his eyes fixed on hers. 

"It's… cold, the oil" my mother managed to whisper, her voice trembling slightly.

Arjun chuckled softly. "Relax, Sunita," he said, his voice soothing. "I’m going to make you happier than your husband ever could. That husband of yours should just stay in hospital" 

His words were a bold promise, laced with a confidence that was both intimidating and strangely alluring. 

"A woman like you," he murmured, his voice low and intense, "shouldn't be satisfied only halfway. Every inch, every area… nothing should be left untouched." 


A sharp cry escaped my mother's lips. "Ouch!" she gasped, as Arjun Sir inserted his finger insider her asshole

"My love," Arjun said, his voice softening slightly, "let me do this slowly." 

He adjusted his position, his fingering gentler now, his movements deliberate. He enjoyed controlling the pace, fingering in and out of her asshole with his index finger.

"Slowly," my mother whispered, her voice barely audible.

"It's just my finger darling, you’ll be happy by the end of this night," he whispered, his words promising pleasure. 

"I'm better than your husband, Sunita. I’ll make you feel like a woman again after I fuck your asshole" 




"Spread your asscheeks baby," Arjun commanded, his voice low and firm. My mother, her infidelity a shameful secret, reached behind her and spread her asscheeks as instructed. 

The act was a stark betrayal, a visual representation of her disloyalty to my father.





"Like that," Arjun said, his voice unwavering. "And don't you let go. Hold it open for me, Sunita." His tone was a mixture of instruction and a subtle assertion of dominance.

"Yes," my mother whispered, a strange mixture of apprehension and eagerness coloring her voice. She knew she was doing something wrong, yet the forbidden thrill propelled her forward.



Dear friends, I watched, my disbelief palpable. My married mother was willingly submitting to this man, engaging in an act that violated the sanctity of her marriage. 

This was a violation of everything I had ever known about family, about trust, about the very foundations of my life. The scene seared itself into my memory.



Arjun began pushing his dick inside her asshole. The illicit affair had begun, the transgression unfolding before my very eyes.

"Sunita," Arjun asked,, "why are you pushing your asshole out? This isn't your first time, is it?" Arjun Sir asked her.

My mother winced, her breath catching in her throat. "It's my first time but… it's just… too big," she managed to whisper, her voice trembling. "I can't… I can't take it." 

Shame and fear battled with a strange sort of arousal. This forbidden act held a terrible allure.

"Relax, Sunita," he murmured, pushing gently but firmly. "It's alright. Just let go. Trust me. It'll feel good, I promise. I must fuck your asshole" He attempted to soothe her with words.

He started pushing inside her asshole again.

My mother's short gasps filled the air, aahhh oooh sshhh aaaaaaaaaaahhh", a mixture of pain and suppressed pleasure. "Take it slow," Arjun said, his voice softening. "Slowly now." He paused, giving her a moment to adjust.

"But it's so big," my mother protested, her voice strained. "I can't take it slow. It's… overwhelming." The size was indeed a significant factor in her discomfort. 

Arjun, understanding her struggle, offered reassurance. "Even the largest dick can go inside your asshole baby," he murmured, his words a blend of encouragement and a subtle reminder of his dominance. 

"Just relax, Sunita. Let yourself go."

My mother, unable to bear the pressure, began to shift forward, still on her knees.

"Sunita," Arjun said, "Stop moving. If you keep shifting, I'm going to have to do this the hard way." 

Her movements were hindering his efforts, adding to his frustration. He needed her to remain still, to cooperate.

With a powerful thrust, he pushed it in deep inside her asshole. His entire dick slid inside in one swift movement. 

My mother, drenched in sweat, screamed, "AAAAHHHH ARJUNNNNN OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH NOOOO NOOOOOOOOO NOOOO AAAAAAHHH"






"It's in, Sunita, just look at the camera" Arjun said soothingly. "It's all the way in. You don't need to scream." He attempted to comfort her, to calm her down.

My mom started to obey Arjun Sir and she started looking at the camera as he started fucking her asshole, her stinky asshole.

"I… I can't take it," my mother managed to choke out, her voice barely a scream.

Arjun congratulated her. "You did it, Sunita. You endured it. You're amazing. All women who take it in the ass are the real queens." 

"But… it hurts, aahh aahh sssshhh oooohhh Arjuuuunnn!!!" my mother pleaded, her voice laced with genuine pain. 

"Can we… can we pause for a little while?" She needed a moment to adjust, to reconcile the physical sensations with the emotional turmoil.

Arjun, his own pleasure building,  "We cannot pause, once we start, we don't go back Sunita. Don't worry about the pain, Sunita. It’ll pass. Just relax and let me… work with you." 

He attempted to reassure her, but his words lacked conviction. He knew it was hurting her.

He started fucking her very fast.




I understood that the size of his dick was a significant factor in her distress. It was simply too much for her.

"I can feel your asshole sucking my dick inside baby ,aaooohggh your asshole is so warm," Arjun murmured, a hint of excitement in his voice. 

"Even with how tight it is, it feels amazing." He was enjoying the intensity of the sensation of my mom's asshole.

My mother continued to moan, her body trembling. She instinctively tried to move again, her body seeking relief from the overwhelming sensation.

"Sunita," Arjun said, his voice firmer now. "I told you not to move an inch. Stay still." He needed her cooperation.

"I… I can't help it, aaaahh aaahhhhh " she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's… it's too much. I can't withstand it." The physical sensations were unbearable, pushing her to her limits.





I had never heard my mother shout so this much. The sound was raw, unrestrained. The forbidden act had pushed her to the very edge.

"Sunita," Arjun said, a hint of annoyance in his voice, "tone it down. It's bothering me. Stop shouting like a slut, you bitch" His own pleasure was being disrupted by her intense reactions.

"I'm sorry," my mother gasped, her voice strained. "But you have to understand… it hurts… it’s so…huge" She struggled to find the words to express the intensity of her sensations.

"Sometimes," Arjun said, a strange glint in his eyes, "those screams are music to my ears and big dick like mine are what women want, I know you don't want a small dick however much religious you are isn't it Sunita?" 

He began to move back and forth, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the pace. "Do you like it, Sunita?" he asked, his voice low and intimate. "Do you like my dick inside your smelly asshole?"

"No," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "Slow down… please slow down…" The intensity was overwhelming her.

"My dick will start smelling dirty and stinky just like your asshole" Arjun chuckled, finding amusement in her constant requests. " I have to do it fast baby, t's part of the fun, isn't it?"

"It's… it’s just too much, aaaahhh ooooooohh sssshhh oooh noo ooo aah" my mother managed to say, her voice choked with emotion.

"Shut up bitch, spread your asscheeks wide with both of your hands" Arjun Sir shouted at her

"Ok ok ok ok sorry aaaahhh ok but please....ahhh" mom replied.

He held her big ass to steady himself, his hands gripping her flesh as his dick dug deep inside her smelly asshole. 

He was mesmerized by the way her ass jiggled as he moved. I too, noticed it. Arjun, despite the illicit nature of their encounter, seemed genuinely captivated by my mother.





"I love how your big ass jiggles, Sunita, you are so wonderful," Arjun murmured, his eyes fixated on her body. "Push yourself back onto me." He wanted to deepen the penetration.

"I… I can't," my mother gasped, her voice strained. "I’m… I’m too… too… overwhelmed" She struggled to find the words to explain her physical limitations.

"Why not?" Arjun asked, his voice a mixture of curiosity and frustration.

"I’m… I’m too sore, I feel sore" she whimpered. 

Arjun, impatient, took matters into his own hands. He held her fat ass firmly, and began to move back and forth, his movements rapid and forceful. 

The pace was relentless. I couldn't believe my mother asshole was being fucked so rapidly. It was a scene of utter violation and forbidden pleasure and formidable anal sex.

My mother’s gasps and shouts filled the room, a cacophony of pain and a strange, unsettling pleasure. 

The act was a stark transgression, a blatant violation of her marriage vows. The scene was deeply disturbing, yet undeniably compelling.



"Arjun," my mother gasped, her voice breathless, "I need to go to the bathroom. It's urgent. I can't hold it any longer." The words were a desperate plea, interrupting the rhythm of their illicit encounter.



Dear friends, when my mom was begging Arjun Sir to go to the bathroom, I knew she wanted to shit. She couldn't stand the huge dick inside her asshole. The big cock of Arjun Sir was making her wanting to shit.

My father lay in the hospital, oblivious to the betrayal unfolding in our home. And the person betraying him is non other than the only woman he ever trusted all his life, my own mom.




"I… I really need to go to the toilet please," my mother stammered, her voice strained. The urgency was palpable; a physical need overriding the intense sensations of the moment. 

I suspected her shitty fluids from her asshole were coating Arjun Sir's dick. I knew thing were now getting really dirty back there although I didn't see it because from where I was watching from, mom was facing me.

So I didn't get to see how things were dirty between her asshole and Arjun Sir's dick. 


"Don't be embarrassed if your lovely shit coats my dick Sunita," Arjun said, his tone laced with a strange, detached amusement. 

He seemed to find perverse pleasure in the shitty anal sex, and even this unexpected interruption. He relished the forbidden nature of their encounter.

"Just… let me go, please" my mother pleaded, her voice strained. The religious beliefs that once governed her life seemed utterly absent in this moment of illicit pleasure. 

But Arjun, the man who had stolen my father’s wife, refused. "No," he said, his voice low and possessive. "I want to smell that stinky shit of yours, I want it. It adds to the experience." 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. His words were degrading, a violation of everything I held dear. My mother's body, her intimacy, was being reduced to a source of crude pleasure for this man.

The betrayal of my father was profound.

"It's… it's disgusting," my mother protested, her voice filled with revulsion. "It's not… it's not something to be… enjoyed. It's unhygienic and disrespectful." 

She tried to express her discomfort and disgust, the violation of her own sense of decency.

Arjun chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "I'll teach you about dirty things, Sunita," he said, his voice smooth and condescending. "Sometimes, being clean is just boring. It's about embracing the raw, unrefined shit." 



Then a heavy, stinky odor of my mom's shit filled the room, a sickeningly sweet stench that hit me with full force. 

I knew then, with sickening certainty, that she was shitting during anal sex and she couldn't control her anus opening. Her shit was just coming out because Arjun Sir's dick was stretching her asshole.

"I can see your brown shit, Sunita, keep shitting on my dick while I fuck your asshole baby aaarrggh yes yes keep going, spread your asscheeks more yes like that aarrrgghh" 

Arjun said, his voice devoid of any empathy. He seemed almost gleeful, as if the act itself was enhancing his enjoyment. He clearly reveled in her discomfort and shame.

"Please… stop this dirty activity aaahhhhhh aaahhhhh," my mother pleaded, her voice laced with embarrassment and genuine distress. She was clearly uncomfortable, ashamed, yet trapped in this shitty scenario.

I saw her sweating and her body trembling. Her desperation was heartbreaking. "Please… I beg you… let me go, aarrghh aarrgghh aaaaahhhh" she moaned, her body was betraying her shame.




The disloyalty was complete, the betrayal absolute. My mother, my father’s wife, was here, cheating on him while he lay sick in the hospital. 

And yet, for some perverse reason, the shit smell, sickening odor seemed to excite Arjun further. The situation was utterly disgusting.

"But it's sweet, Sunita," Arjun said, his voice low and seductive. "The smell of your shit it’s intoxicating. It's a good fragrance. Without you shitting on my dick, I cannot enjoy fucking your asshole" 

He justified his actions, rationalizing his cruelty, using words to diminish the violation.

My mother moaned, gasping for air. "Aaaahhh aahh ah h ah oooohhhh You're out of your mind," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of revulsion and a strange, forbidden pleasure. 

I knew the bed was going to break under the weight of the intense, uncontrolled movements. 

My mother, in her desperation, was oblivious to everything else. My father’s illness, his vulnerability – it meant nothing to her in this moment. She was entirely consumed by the illicit affair with Arjun. 

The betrayal was complete.

The room was now really smelling of my mom's brown shit. My mother was clearly uncomfortable with the smell of her own shitty secretions. 

The scene was utterly smelly and I was enjoying it while rubbing my dick.






After exactly forty minutes of Arjun Sir relentless fucking my mom's asshole, I heard him, the man engaged in this illicit affair with my father’s wife, announce, 

"Sunita, I'm about to release. I am going to cum in your asshole baby, aarrgh be ready aaahh" 


His voice was strained, a mixture of exertion and anticipation. The air was thick with the shitty stinky but sweet smell of my mother’s shit.

To my astonishment, my mother begged him, "Just finish, Arjun. Please, just finish it. I’m so tired, so utterly fed up with this whole thing. This smell… this sticky mess… I can’t take it anymore." 


She was clearly exhausted, both physically and emotionally, overwhelmed by the act and the lingering, sickening odor.

"I want to go to the bathroom," she continued, her voice strained. "I need to clean myself. Just get it over with, please." 

Her desperation was palpable. The forbidden act, initially exciting, had become a source of profound discomfort.

The scene, despite its illicit and unsettling nature, was strangely exciting to me. 

I couldn’t understand why. Perhaps maybe Arjun sir taught me this dirty and pervert activity. Whatever the reason, I found myself strangely captivated.

"It's coming, aarrghh I am about to cum baby aaahh Sunitaaa Sunitaaaaaaa," Arjun grunted, his breathing ragged, his voice thick with exertion. 

He was gaining momentum, nearing his release. His breaths were short, sharp gasps, punctuated by grunts of effort.


Dear friends, with each stroke, he was pushing his dick deeper into the depths of my mom's asshole, he was really going deep inside her asshole. Actually, that is why she was shitting.

This is because his dick was so long and it was reaching her anus, where her shit are stored and it was pumping and digging that region. Oohh this is soo good and shitty.

 


Their bodies hit against each other with a rhythmic force, a collision of flesh and sweat. His groin hitting against her ever-shaking fat ass.


Then, with a loud, guttural sound, he cummed inside her asshole. He looked up at the ceiling, grabbing my mother’s wide asscheeks, letting out a series of muffled noises. 

"Arrgggh Sunitaaaaaa!! I am cummmiinnnggagg inside your asshole"

My mother gasped, “Oh God…” The sound was a mixture of pain, relief, and a strange, unsettling pleasure. "Arrrggghh I am cumming Sunitaaa aahhh yess this is soo good aaahhh"

Arjun Sir groaned. My mom then replied with a moan, "aaaaahhh aahhhh aaahhh ssshsh ooooooohh"

"Sunita tell me where my cum is going aaaahhhh", Arjun Sir asked my mom.

"Stop aaahhh stop asking me this stupid questions just finish Arjun please", my mom replied.

"Answer me bitch, now! Where is my cum going", Arjun Sir asked again.

"Aaaah in my ass,,, your cum is in my asshole" My mom replied.



Dear friends, just look at what kind of a person my once religious mom has been turned into.




He quickly removed his dick after depositing his cum inside her shitty asshole. It was coated, thick with her shitty secretions; a disturbingly visceral testament to their forbidden encounter.

Arjun, looking down at his dirty stinky cock, exclaimed, "Wow. I didn't expect that much. You really shitted on my dick you slut oohh but it is so good and smelly, you are the best my love, Sunita, I love you" 

"You are so beautiful Sunita and also your brown shit on my dick is as well beautiful"


His surprise was evident, a mixture of shock and a perverse kind of excitement. The sheer amount of her shit coating him was unexpected.

My mother, turning back to look at the mess she has done on his dick, her face flushed with shame, mumbled, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I warned you Arjun" The guilt was etched onto her face. 

Arjun, dismissing her apology, said, "Go. Run to the bathroom. You've been wanting to for ages." He didn't appear to find her shame at all disturbing



My mother, scrambling off the bed, ran to the bathroom. 



As she ran, some of her shit, escaping her loose asshole, fell to the floor, creating a sticky trail. The sight, somehow, filled me with a strange, unsettling excitement. I couldn't explain the feeling.

Arjun, sitting up on the bed, clearly exhausted, shouted, "Sunita, bring me some water after you finish shitting!"

"Wait," I heard my mother reply from the bathroom. "I need to take a bath first."

I was shocked that Arjun didn’t even bother to clean himself. His cock, still slick with my mother’s shit, lay beside him. 

The lingering, smelly odor filled the room. I couldn’t understand his apathy; his lack of concern for basic hygiene was repulsive. The entire scene was sickening.


Dear friends, if I am following Arjun Sir's behaviour, does it mean  I will also do this shitty stuff with Priya?



I saw some of my mom's shit on the bedsheet. My mother, the woman who once held strong religious beliefs, the woman who had betrayed my father, emerged from the bathroom with a glass of water. 

She saw Arjun still lying there, his dick unwashed, coated in her shit.

"Arjun," she said, her voice tight with disgust, "you really should wash yourself. That's… that’s just disgusting." She was clearly uncomfortable with the situation. She was still ashamed of her own actions.

Arjun, stretching lazily, responded, "I want to sleep like this. Let the scent remind my time with you." His words were callous, revealing his dismissive attitude toward hygiene and the seriousness of the situation.

My mother was shocked. "No," she insisted. "You absolutely cannot sleep like that. It’s unsanitary. At the very least we must change the bedsheet, we cannot possibly sleep here like this." 

She still held a sliver of her moral compass. The act of betrayal was complete, yet she still seemed to hold on to a fraction of her sensibilities.

"That's what married couples do," Arjun said, a smug grin spreading across his face.

"I'm not your wife," my mother retorted sharply, her voice filled with a newfound defiance. 

"Soon, you will be," Arjun replied, his tone confident, bordering on arrogant. The words were audacious.



"At least change the bedsheet," my mother insisted, her voice laced with desperation. "We can’t possibly sleep in this mess." Her shame was profound. 

Arjun Sir telling her that she should sleep with her with her shit on his cock.






Arjun simply woke up, took the glass of water from her hand, and drank it down in one gulp. He held her hand, attempting to pull her closer. My mother quickly jerked her hand away.

"Don't touch me," she snapped, pulling her hand away. "Go wash yourself. And then, you need to leave my house" 

The finality in her tone shocked me. She seemed angry.

"Leave?" Arjun roared, his voice explosive. "What? After all this… the intimacy, the connection…?" He clearly hadn't anticipated her sudden change of heart.

"Go to the bathroom and wash yourself," my mother repeated firmly. She even tried to pull him toward the bathroom, but he pulled her back onto the bed. The bed was a sticky, disgusting mess of chocolate.

"This," Arjun exploded. "This is your mess Sunita. We should embrace this mess. We should challenge ourselves to sleep like this tonight. To create a bond." He seemed obsessed with the "mess" they had created.

"No! This is your fault," my mother sobbed, her voice breaking. "You’re the one who has done this to me. You’ve corrupted me." She blamed him for her illicit behavior.

"Nonsense," Arjun retorted. "You're the one who sought this out, who craved this. YOu are the one who accepted the panties and bra I gave you as a gift, you whore!" He attempted to shift the blame back onto her.

I looked at his dick, still stinky with mom's shit, and couldn't believe he was actually considering sleeping like that. I couldn't believe the depths of depravity Arjun had dragged my mother into. 

He grabbed my mom and forced her to sleep with her in that dirty bed and his dirty dick.

The woman I knew to be religious, the woman who held strong moral values, was now going to sleep in filth. The sight was deeply disturbing, a stark representation of the moral decay that had taken over her life. 

It was a complete loss of her identity, of her principles, of her very self. The thought chilled me to the bone. The religious woman I once knew seemed to have completely vanished. This was a different woman entirely; someone lost and broken.


In the morning................................

[nadia]

What report???

Any update tonight???

Very much excited to see what happens next???

Let's see what wins among both
her love towards her husband or arjun sirs evil dick...

Update coming tomorrow! Stay Tuned!

[nadia]

Fabulous update. Keep going.

glad you liked it

[nadia]

CONTINUATION






I woke up the next morning and went to the sitting room. Mom wasn't there, not at her usual spot, cooking. Of course how could she wake up after Arjun Sir fucked her the whole night?


I knew where she was, so I went directly to her bedroom, knowing Arjun Sir had spent the night there, enjoying her holes, especially her asshole.

I knocked on the door, and after a moment, Mom opened it, still wearing her satin dress from the previous evening.

Mom - "Good morning, beta. Mujhe umeed nahi thi ki tum itni subah uthoge. Kya tum achhi neend le paaye?"
("Good morning, beta. I didn't expect you to be up so early. Did you sleep well?")

Me - "Subah khair, Maa. Main theek thaak soya, lekin main soch raha tha ki aap kahan thi. Maine aapko kitchen mein nahi dekha."
("Morning, Mom. I slept okay, but I was wondering where you were. I didn't see you in the kitchen.")

 I replied, trying to sound casual despite the heavy feeling in my stomach.

Mom - "Oh, main... main bhi abhi uthi hoon."
("Oh, I… I just woke up myself.")

she said, avoiding my gaze. There was a noticeable nervousness in her demeanor that she usually didn't display.

Me - "Raat kaisi thi, Maa? Aapne achhi neend li?"
("How was your night, Mom? Did you sleep well?")

I asked, trying to keep my tone light, despite the suspicion forming in my mind

Mom - "Thik thi... shukriya."
("It was… fine, thank you.")

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and her eyes darted away from mine, as if seeking an escape from my gaze. 

Mom - "Sab thik hai na, beta. Chinta mat karo."
("Everything is alright, beta. Don’t worry.")

Me - "Arjun Sir kahan hain?"
    ("Where's Arjun Sir?")

 I asked, trying to keep the question casual, despite the obvious answer. I knew he'd spent the night in her room.

She hesitated, her eyes widening slightly. 

Mom - "Wo subah jaldi nikal gaye. Unhe ek bahut zaroori meeting thi."
("He left early this morning. He had a very important meeting.")


"Are you absolutely sure, Mom?" I pressed gently, my voice expressing my doubt. "He didn't mention anything to me last night, and it seems awfully early for him to be gone."

"Yes, I'm sure," she said, her voice firmer this time, but her eyes still betrayed her nervousness. 

"He left before I even woke up. He didn't want to disturb me. He's very considerate, you know." She forced a smile, but it looked strained.

The room still was still smelling like of mom's shit from yesternight. This is because Arjun Sir didn't wash his dick which was dirty with mom's shit. 


She stinky shitty smell hung heavy in the air, a silent testament to their night together. It was almost suffocating.

"Okay, Mom," I said, trying to sound unconcerned, but my voice trembled slightly. 

"I’ll go get some breakfast at a restaurant then." I needed to get out of the house. I couldn’t stand to be around the overwhelming evidence of their affair any longer.

"No, beta, please wait," she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "I’ll make you breakfast. Just give me a few minutes to get myself ready."

"It's okay, Mom. Really," I insisted gently. I knew I had to leave her with Arjun Sir, to allow them to continue their illicit affair without my being present. 


"Please, beta," she persisted, her voice trembling slightly. "Please stay. I’ll make you something nice. I’ll even make you your favorite pancakes."

"It's okay, Mom," I said softly. "I'll be back later. I'm going to see Dad at the hospital." I wanted to leave before the situation became even more unbearable.

"Yes, alright," she said, seeming relieved. "I'll go see your father later too, in a few minutes. I just need to… tidy up a bit first."

"See you at the hospital then, Mom," I said, offering a small, strained smile. "Take care."

"You too, beta," she whispered, her eyes brimming with unspoken emotion.

I went to a restaurant and then headed to the hospital to see Dad. On my way, I heard someone calling me and then a car horn. Looking up, I saw Sir Suresh's car. He was waving me over. 

I didn't believe it was him. I wondered what is he doing in Pune.

"Hello, beta!" Sir Suresh greeted me enthusiastically, a bright and unexpected cheerfulness in his voice. "How are you, my boy? It's been too long. How's your mother doing?"

"Hello, Sir," I replied, my voice a little more subdued than usual. "I'm fine, thank you. And Mom is… fine." I felt a deep-seated unease.

"It's good to see you, beta," he continued, his tone warm and friendly. "Nice to see you. I have some news, you see, some interesting developments in my business."
 
"When did you get back to Pune, Sir?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. His return seemed unexpectedly swift.

"Just yesterday evening, beta," he replied, his smile widening. "Had a rather urgent business trip, you see, something that simply couldn't be delayed. Needed to get back as soon as possible. But the business is settled now." 

He seemed almost overly eager to explain.

“I would be delighted to explain as I have a lady friend I'd like you to meet." His voice made it sound more than "a lady friend."

As I stood outside his car, I saw a woman sitting beside him in the car. She was strikingly beautiful, with elegant features and captivating eyes, looking to be around 30 years old.

"Ah, beta, this is Hareeta," Sir Suresh said, his tone now more formal, introducing the woman with a flourish. 

"Hareeta, this is the son of my old friend. A fine young boy, he is, a true credit to his family. You can call him Rajeev." He seemed proud to make the introduction.

Hareeta was undeniably beautiful. Her features were exquisite, her smile radiant, and her manner was both elegant and welcoming. She radiated confidence and charm. She was around 40 years of age.

"It's a true pleasure to meet you, beta," Hareeta greeted me warmly, her voice soft and melodious. 

"Sir Suresh has told me so much about you and your family. He is a good friend and always speaks fondly of you." She reached out to shake my hand. Her touch was confident, warm, and somehow reassuring.




"The pleasure is all mine," I replied, slightly flustered by her beauty and grace. "It's… unexpected to meet you, madam." I felt my cheeks redden under her captivating gaze.

"Please, call me Hareeta," she said, smiling gently. "And tell me about yourself, beta. What do you do? Are you studying?" She was remarkably engaging.

"I'm studying," I replied, happy to be distracted from my concerns. "And you, Madam, Hareeta? What brings you to Pune?"

"I'm visiting my husband, a very short visit," Hareeta explained. "Sir Suresh has been most kind in giving me a ride to the airport. I have a flight this afternoon."

"Ohh that's nice. What about you sir! Are you going home, Sir?" I inquired, my mind still attempting to process the unexpected encounter.

"No, beta. Not quite yet, I don't have plans yet" Sir Suresh chuckled. "Hareeta here is actually the wife of Arjun Sir, and she's going to meet him. You remember Arjun Sir, my boss right?" he asked me.

"Yes yes, I remember", I replied.


picture sharing


Dear friends, at last, I got to see the wife of Arjun Sir and she is quite beautiful too. She looks quite young too despite her 40 years of age.




"It was a pleasure meeting you both," I said, wanting to disengage from their vague conversation before the awkwardness grew too heavy. I needed to get to Dad.

"Are you sure you don’t need a lift, beta?" Sir Suresh asked, his tone polite but firm. 

"Yes, Sir. I’m quite sure. I prefer to walk. Thank you," I replied, anxious to escape the situation. Something told me that something was going on between Hareeta and Sir Suresh.

Before I left, Hareeta reached into her purse and produced a large, beautifully wrapped chocolate. It was quite expensive-looking, unlike any chocolate I had seen before.

"Here, beta," she said, offering it to me with a warm smile. "A small token of our unexpected meeting. It’s my favorite kind. I hope you enjoy it."

"Oh, thank you, Madam," I said, taking the chocolate. "That’s very kind of you. It’s a pleasure to meet you, too."


Dear friends, have you noticed the word "chocolate" featuring in this story coincidentally? At first, the word chocolate appeared when Arjun Sir explained to me that Jaya's shit, which covered his dick, was chocolate.

And secondly, Hareeta giving me chocolate bar as a gift. What does this mean? Well it's you friends to figure it out.



"The pleasure was all ours, beta," she said, her smile warm and captivating. "We look forward to meeting again. Goodbye."

With a final wave, Sir Suresh and Hareeta drove away, leaving me more confused than ever. 

Their secretive conversation, their mysterious relationship, and the expensive chocolate were all unsettling. My mind raced as I continued my walk to the hospital.

After I walked a few meters, just then, I accidentally looked behind me and I saw both of them parked just outside a grand hotel. Both of them exited the car and I saw them entering the hotel together. 

I didn't bother much of their meeting, I just assumed it was related to business.



As I walked, my phone rang. It was Arjun Sir.

"Hello, beta," he greeted me, his voice smooth and confident, yet a sinister undercurrent ran beneath his words. "Good morning beta, I wanted to check in on how you are doing."

"Hello, Sir," I responded, trying to keep my tone neutral. "I'm fine, thank you. Did you… enjoy your night with my mom?" I asked, unable to keep the question back.

"Immensely, beta," he replied, a smug satisfaction in his tone. "Your mother is… remarkable. She's vibrant, passionate, and full of life. She brought me incredible joy." 

His words were a nauseating testament to his disregard for my family.

"What are you doing now, Sir?" I asked, trying to maintain a calm facade that I did not feel.

"Well, beta," he said, a slyness underlying his words. "I was hoping for another… fucking session… with your mother this morning, before I go for business meeting" 

His casual reference to my mother was appalling.

"But she must be exhausted," I said, my voice rising slightly. 

"Hahahahah! How can you even consider that, sir? She needs rest. You were fucking her the whole night. She may be tired or even need some time to recover." I couldn't help but express my astonishment.

"It's not about strength, beta," he said dismissively. "It's about the sheer vitality and energy that your mother possesses. She re-energizes me, gives me new life. I love her so much and her sweet holes" 

His self-absorbed perspective made me want to scream.

"Enjoy yourself, then," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, unable to hold back my contempt.

"I intend to, beta," he replied, his voice laced with a disturbing confidence.

I hung up, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. I knew my mother was completely under his sway, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.





At the hospital, I found Dad in his ward.

"Dad!" I greeted him, trying to keep the turmoil in my heart hidden. "How are you today?"

"Hello, beta," he replied, looking pale and weary. "I'm… okay. But I'm worried about your mother. I tried calling her last night, but she didn't answer. I was worried something was wrong." 

His voice was tinged with concern, worry and even a hint of fear.

"She might have been sleeping early," I said weakly, unable to bring myself to tell him the truth. The lie felt heavy on my tongue, and I wanted to tell the truth, but I knew what he might do.

"That's unusual," he said, his brow furrowed in concern. "She always calls me before she goes to bed. It’s our little ritual. It always makes my night a little less lonely." 

He paused, his eyes clouding with sadness. "It was a bit of a cold night, maybe she was just tired." His voice implied a deeper worry.

"Maybe she was just very tired," I suggested, hoping he wouldn't press further. "I'll call her. I'm sure everything is okay."

"No, let me call her," he insisted gently. "I want to hear her voice. I need to know she's alright." His voice was laced with a worried plea.

I felt a knot of dread tighten in my stomach. I knew what Arjun Sir is fucking my mom now. 

I tried to dissuade my father, to suggest waiting a little longer, but my voice caught in my throat. Some instinct told me to let it happen, to let my father hear for himself.

Dad dialed Mom's number. At first, no one answered. He tried again.

"Why isn't she answering?" Dad muttered, anxiety evident in his voice. His eyes were full of worry and a growing fear that something is happening. 

He tried again. This time, Mom picked up. He immediately put the phone on speaker.

"Hello?" Dad's voice was full of concern and a hint of desperation. I could feel his growing concern through the phone.

I heard my mother's voice, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her voice was strained, and there was an obvious tremor.

"Hello? Sunita, can you hear me?" Dad asked again. His voice was filled with a pleading worry.

" Aaahh sshsh ooohh Yes," she replied, her voice a barely audible whisper. 

Her tone was strained and uncomfortable, leaving no doubt in my mind that Arjun Sir was fucking her. The sounds in the background only added to the dreadful tension in the room.

"Hello? Is everything alright, my love? Can you hear me?" Dad asked again, his voice filled with a growing alarm.

"Oohh please not in my backhole aaahh......yes my love Arvind I can hear you," she replied again, her voice barely audible, even more strained than before. 





"Are you sure you're alright, Sunita? You sound… uncomfortable," Dad said, his voice laced with concern.  "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes, I'm fine, dear, Aaahhh sshh ooooohhhh" Mom replied, her voice still slightly strained. "Just a little… exercise. Nothing to worry about. It's nothing serious. It will be gone soon." 

She sounded unconvincing.

Suddenly, Mom blurted out, "Please, Arjun, don't force it in that hole, please not in the back again please!" She forgot herself that she was speaking to my dad, a slip of the tongue that exposed her deceit.

"Arjun?" Dad asked, his voice sharp with sudden suspicion. "Is Arjun there with you, Sunita?" He sounded bewildered and worried. The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.

Mom faltered, caught completely off guard. She scrambled to recover, her mind racing to concoct a lie. "Yes… yes, he is," she stammered, her voice betraying her nervousness. 

"He's aahhh sshhh,,,oooh.. wait.. he is helping me with my exercise. He's giving me a ways to do it. That's all." Her explanation was weak and improbable, far too flimsy to be believable.

"Helping you with your exercise?" Dad questioned, his voice laced with a mixture of suspicion and confusion. "By… forcing something in?" He was struggling to understand. 

"What exactly is he forcing in, Sunita? What are you talking about? hehehehehe, you are really funny my love" His worry was visible in his questioning tone.

"It's… it's a special kind of exercise," Mom said, her voice trembling slightly. "A traditional… Indian exercise technique. He knows what he's doing. It's nothing improper, I assure you." 



Dear friends, I knew Arjun sir was fucking my mom in the ass, that was the real exercise they were doing. And my dad is laughing thinking that everything is fine.

This man Arjun was just in love with my mom's stinky asshole he fucked it last night and he is fucking it right now in the morning. That is the reason why my mom said to Arjun Sir "please not in the back".

But my dad doesn't know that his wife's asshole, which he never used, was now being used by Arjun Sir. Friends, I was sure my mom's asshole was loose by now. It is no longer tight. It was used so much.




She tried to sound convincing, but she lacked conviction. The obvious lie did not sit well with her, but she continued to attempt to conceal the truth.

"I'd like to speak with Arjun, I miss him" Dad said, his voice calm but firm. "I respect him greatly. He is my very good friend." 

There was a slight pause, followed by the rustling sound of bedsheets and muffled whispers between my mom and Arjun Sir.

"Yes… yes, of course,aaaahh sshhh ooohh" Mom replied, her voice barely a whisper, punctuated by rapid breaths. Her words were strained and clearly fabricated.

Arjun Sir, his voice panting, answered the phone. "Hello… Arvind?" he greeted Dad, his voice out of breath.

"Hello, Arvind," Arjun said, still panting. "I'm… I'm fine, thank you. How are you feeling today? I hear you're recovering." His voice was disjointed, struggling to maintain its composed pretense.

"I'm okay, my friend," Dad replied, his tone still cautious. "But… you seem out of breath. Are you alright?" His question held concern, but also a hint of suspicion.

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine, Arvind," Arjun Sir replied confidently, attempting to conceal his actions of fucking my mom. He was actually breathing fast because he was sodomizing my mom. 

"I've just… been exercising. A bit of a strenuous workout. I was just helping Sunita with her workout as well." He laughed nervously.

"Exercising?" Dad inquired, his suspicion growing. "You're helping Sunita with her workout? It’s really commendable of you, my friend, to help your friend’s wife in such a manner."

I could hear my mom moaning, and the bed shook slightly. The sounds could be heard through the phone.

"Yes, aaarhhhh sshh ooohhhhhh, yes Arvind," Arjun Sir responded, his words punctuated by strained breaths. "Sunita's been feeling a little… stiff, you know. aaarrghghh ooohhhh"

"And this little exercise helps to relieve her discomfort. She's a bit…enthusiastic, perhaps too enthusiastic for her own good." He chuckled again, this time nervously.

"She sounds rather… breathless and her screams, hehehehe, she doesn't really exercise that much," Dad commented, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Is she… perhaps… overdoing it?"

A sharp thap thap thap sound, like flesh hitting against flesh, came through the phone. I knew he was fucking my mom's asshole so fast and hard and also rapid like yesternight.

"What's that sound, Arjun?" Dad asked, his voice now tinged with alarm.

Arjun Sir let out a short, slightly nervous laugh. 

"Oh, that's nothing, Arvind, aaahh saarrgghhh " he chuckled. "Just… uh… some… enthusiastic… movements your wife is making" His voice was far too casual given the sounds he could not conceal.

"Your wife is really nice in giving me her....back...backho...I mean her expression of good exercise", Arjun sir said. He almost forgot himself.

Mom suddenly snatched the phone from Arjun Sir. Her voice was tight with panic.

"My love… I have to hang up," she screamed, her voice laced with terror and a desperate need to end the call.

"Sunita? What's wrong? Why are you screaming, is the exercise so much?" Dad asked, instantly alarmed. His concern was genuine and apparent in his voice. He was completely oblivious to the truth.

"Aaahhh aaahhhh It's… it's nothing, dear," she said, her voice still trembling. "Arjun… just… startled me. I'm… really fine." She quickly hung up, cutting off the conversation abruptly.

Dad looked at me, his expression a mixture of confusion and unease. "Was Arjun… doing exercise with your mother before you left the house?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.

"Yes, Dad," I replied, my heart heavy. "They were… busy." I couldn’t bring myself to use the word ‘intimate’. I let the unspoken implications hang in the air.

"Busy?" he repeated, his voice thoughtful. "Well, that explains it, I suppose. Arjun’s a good man. A very responsible fellow." 

He seemed completely oblivious to the depth of Arjun’s betrayal. He was praising a man who was having an affair with his wife.

I stayed with Dad for a while before heading off to Arjun Sir's house. He'd told me Priya would be home alone. Priya, Rahul's girlfriend, and the object of my forbidden desires.

I rang the doorbell. Priya opened the door. She still didn’t seem to like me, still harboring resentment for our past encounter.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice curt and unfriendly. She made it clear she did not want to see me.

"I miss you," I said, "I just wanted to see you." My words felt lame and unconvincing even to me. "It’s been too long."

"I’m not interested," she retorted, her tone cold and dismissive. "I don't have time for this, and you know that." She seemed resolute in her rejection.

"Priya," I pleaded, "it's not fair to keep me outside like this. Let me in. Please." My voice held a desperate plea.

She seemed to hesitate, her gaze flickering for a moment. “Fine,” she sighed. “But on one condition: you don't touch me.”

"Okay my love," I said quickly, eager to accept her terms.

She unlocked the door, and I stepped inside. She immediately locked it behind me. 

She was wearing a white home dress that ended just above her thighs, revealing her long, shapely legs. I couldn’t help but admire her figure. She was undeniably attractive.




She headed straight towards her bedroom.

"Hey, Priya," I called after her, "why are you running away? Why are you leaving me alone in the sitting room?" My tone was a little bolder now.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice still sharp, but a hint of curiosity now mixed with the annoyance. Her defensive stance was starting to crumble.

"I want to be with you," I replied. "I want to talk to you, to spend some time together." I said, trying to sound genuine.

"I'm reading," she said curtly, not even looking at me as she went to her bedroom. "I'll be in my room. If you'll excuse me." She clearly was trying to avoid any intimacy.

"I'll come with you then," I said, starting to follow her. My heart pounded with anticipation.

"No, don’t," she warned again, her voice tighter, her apprehension obvious. "I mean it. Don't come near me." She sounded almost afraid.

"Okay," I replied, but I couldn’t help but stare as she walked, noticing her thick, muscular ass. Today, I thought, I’m going to fuck that asshole for the first time. I want her to shit on my dick.

Today, I will have her, I thought, my intentions hardening. Even if I have to force my dick inside her asshole. I know she will not accept it but I must fuck her asshole.

I must follow the orders of Arjun Sir, the father of Priya, who told me to fuck his daughter in the ass.

The forbidden affair was going to happen, regardless of her wishes. I’ll force my way into her ass, even if it's by force, I vowed silently. My desire now overshadowed any pretense of respect for her boundaries.