[nadia]

CONTINUATION






I sat in the chair, Priya perched on the edge of her bed, a book open in her lap. "Don't come near me," she'd said, her voice low and firm. 

"I’m trying to read, and your presence is making me incredibly nervous. Please just stay there." Her words were a clear warning, but the tension in the air thrummed with unspoken desires.

She remained absorbed in her reading, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. The way the light caught the strands of her hair, the gentle curve of her neck, the way her lips moved slightly as she silently read – it all captivated me. 

It was a dangerous game, this silent observation, fueling the flames of my forbidden desire. I knew I was pushing boundaries, but I found myself unable to resist the allure of her presence.

After a long, tense silence, Priya looked up, her eyes meeting mine. "Why are you staring at me?" she asked, her voice laced with both annoyance and a flicker of apprehension. 

"It's making me extremely uneasy. It’s making me feel really uncomfortable, and I don’t like it at all."

"I can't help it," I replied, my voice soft, but my gaze unwavering. 

"You’re beautiful, Priya. I can't stop looking at you." 

"I'm feeling very uncomfortable," she said, her voice tighter now, a slight tremor betraying her unease. 

"Please stop. This is making me feel very anxious, and I don’t know how to handle this." She shifted nervously on the bed, attempting to create more distance.

"Priya," I said, rising from the chair, the words spilling out in a rush, "I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now, and I can’t keep it bottled up any longer." 

The confession felt both exhilarating and terrifying. This was a reckless act, a plunge into the unknown.

"Why are you saying this now?" she asked, her voice sharp with frustration. "You know I’ve asked you not to come near me, that I'm not comfortable with this. Why are you ignoring my feelings?" 

Her tone was a mixture of anger and hurt.

"Because I can’t pretend any longer, it felt good the last time we had sex in your father's car" I replied, stepping closer, my heart pounding in my chest. 

"I can’t just sit here and watch you from afar. I need to be close to you, to feel you…" My words were urgent, desperate.

"Stay away from me you pervert," she insisted, her voice strained, her body stiffening. "You promised you wouldn’t, and I’m not changing my mind. I don’t want to hurt Rahul."

Ignoring her plea, I reached out, taking her hand, and pulling her towards me. Before she could fully react, my lips found hers. It was exhilarating. 

This kiss, stolen in secrecy, held a profound intensity. The thrill of forbidden desire, the risk, the exhilaration of breaking unspoken rules, all combined to make it an overwhelmingly passionate experience.

The kiss ended, but the intensity lingered. She pushed me away, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fear. "Stay away from me," she repeated, her voice trembling. "This is wrong. This is so wrong. " She tried to get out of bed.

I pulled her back, holding her close. "Priya," I said, my voice soft but firm, "I love you. This feeling is real. 

Please, let me be with you." My words were heartfelt, but they were also manipulative, urging her to succumb to her desires.

"I don't want this," she cried, her voice filled with distress. "If Rahul finds out, I’ll be in immense trouble. This is a betrayal, and I can’t do it." 

Tears welled up in her eyes. She was truly afraid of the consequences.

"Priya, last time we had sex in your father's car, during your birthday and that bastard Rahul didn't find out. If he finds out, then break up with him," 

I said, my voice firm. "Come with me. We can be together, you and I." My words might have seemed callous, my desire overriding all concerns for her.

"I can’t," she whispered, shaking her head. "It’s not that simple. I’m not ready for that kind of trouble. I am not that kind of a girl. I’m not a slut" Her fear and vulnerability were palpable.

Despite her protests, I kissed her again, my lips moving against hers with a fervor that disregarded her objections. The kiss was more passionate now, as if trying to drown out her reservations. When I finally broke away, my breath was ragged.

“Free yourself,” I murmured, my voice husky, my gaze fixed on her face. I threw her books off the bed with a swift motion. Surprisingly, she didn’t resist. It's like she wanted sex. 

I gently laid her on the bed, her eyes wide and full of uncertainty. My lips found hers again, softer this time, exploring, tasting. I felt her arms around me, holding me close, a subtle counterpoint to her earlier resistance. 

This was a moment suspended between consent and protest, a space of conflicting emotions that only heightened the intensity of the encounter.

As I lowered my kisses from her lips to her neck, my hands traced the contours of her body. I untied the loose knot of her dress, and to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any panties. 

"There’s no hiding it now, is there?" I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "You've done this before, with me."

"I'm afraid," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her body trembling. "I've never cheated before. This is all… wrong."

“Cheating is the best kind of affair," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "It's the thrill of the forbidden, the secret rendezvous, the shared risk, the intense passion that fuels the desire."

"It's the excitement of the hidden encounter, knowing that it is wrong, immoral, yet doing it anyway—knowing it is wrong makes it all the more intense.", I told her.


My gaze fell to her pussy. There was a slight dusting of hair on them, a surprising contrast to the smoothness of the rest of her skin. 

"Your beautiful pussy Priya," I murmured, my fingers lightly tracing the delicate curve, "they’re… interesting. I’ve thought about them before, these slightly hairy, soft, warm pussy."

"I’ve imagined the feel of my tongue against them once again. I’ve wanted to… explore them.” My voice was a low hum, a mixture of admiration and arousal.

She didn’t reply, but a soft moans escaped her lips. "Aaahh Rajeev aahahhh oooooo aaiaiiiii"


I lowered my head, placing my tongue on her pussy, rolling it up and down. A loud moan escaped her, a sound of both pain and pleasure. 

I shifted my attention, however, turning her over and to her asshole. I didn’t find her pussy that interesting. It was her asshole that I was craving for.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice strained, a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What is that you're doing?"

"Nothing," I whispered back. I didn't want to reveal my intentions—that I wanted to fuck her back hole —I knew she would likely refuse, potentially ending the encounter before it really began.

"Just… rolling my tongue," I murmured. "It’s nothing much. It’s just a sensation.  You know you have a good asshole Priya. Nothing more, nothing less. Please, don’t worry too much." 

I tried to sound casual, but my eagerness betrayed me.

"Why do you like that hole so much? It's not normal and it is dirty" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. "And it's not even clean!" Her question held both intrigue and revulsion.

"Sometimes," I whispered, "intimate affairs thrive on a little dirtiness." I leaned in closer, my eyes meeting hers. 

"It's about the abandon, the lack of inhibitions, that is what makes it so thrilling. It's raw, unfiltered, and unexpected."

"Eew," she mumbled, a sound of utter disgust. The smell hit me then; her asshole was smelling like shit. The sweet smell of shit. 

It was different, stronger, more pungent than the last time I’d been close. My ideal Priya—this flawless object of desire—had a stinky asshole. The last time I smelled her asshole, it was clean.



"Your asshole stinks Priya," I said, my voice laced with a touch of disappointment. The discovery was jarring, shattering the image I had built up in my mind.

"It does?" she whispered, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. "I… I didn’t know." She sounded utterly mortified.

"It should," I said, my words both teasing and honest. "A little shitty smell of your asshole only adds to the thrill of the unexpected encounter, wouldn’t you agree?" 

The unexpected scent and her reaction only added another layer to the forbidden thrill.



I spotted a jar of Vaseline on Priya's dresser. "Hey, Priya," I said, trying to keep my voice casual, 

"Could you hand me that Vaseline over there? The one near you, on the dresser." My heart pounded; this was the start of the next phase of my plan which was to fuck her asshole which stinks.


She eyed the Vaseline, then looked back at me, her expression suspicious. "No," she said, her voice firm. "I know what you’re going to do with it. I understand your intentions perfectly, and I am not going to help you." 

Her refusal was clear and resolute.

"Why not?" I asked, trying to maintain a nonchalant tone. "It's just some Vaseline. What’s the big deal? Why are you being so difficult?" I feigned ignorance, hoping to push her into revealing her suspicions.

"Because I know you're going to use it on my asshole" she said, her voice tight with apprehension. "And I've told you already, I’m not comfortable with that. I'm not going to let you do that to me." 

Her fear was palpable.

Ignoring her protest, I got up and retrieved the Vaseline myself. I unscrewed the cap, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room, and squeezed a dollop onto my finger. 

A wave of excitement washed over me; this illicit affair was beginning exactly as I’d envisioned. I was pleased with how compliant she was, even if it was a reluctant compliance.

I was finally going to fuck this whore in her smelly asshole and maybe even make her shit on my dick.


Dear friends, do you see how I am following the behavior of Arjun Sir? He has really influenced me to become this pervert who want to fuck and smell the shitty asshole of Priya.




I approached Priya, applying the Vaseline to her tight unused asshole. The cool, smooth texture of the petroleum jelly felt oddly satisfying against her asshole surface.

"Why are you applying on my asshole?" Priya asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. 

"Why are you so fixated on that particular hole? It's a really strange fixation." She shifted slightly, her discomfort evident.

"Because your asshole is the best," I replied, my voice low and intense. "Even if it does stink a little like shit. It has a certain… character. There's something about it that draws me in. It’s an alluring mystery." 

I leaned in closer, my gaze lingering on the spot where I’d applied the Vaseline.

Priya looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of disgust and hurt. "I wish I’d never met you," she said, her voice laced with bitterness. 

"I don’t understand why you’re doing this." Her words were sharp and laced with genuine pain.

"Oh, I'll show you why," I said, my voice low and intense. "This forbidden asshole… it needs to be desecrated. Today, you'll experience something Rahul could only dream of. Something he’s never given you"

"Something you’ve never felt before." I focused intently on her asshole, the Vaseline glistening under the light.

I stood up, removing my trouser, and my dick appeared. I held it up, approaching her head. "Taste this," I commanded, my voice barely above a whisper.

She jumped back, her eyes wide with shock and revulsion. "What?" she exclaimed, her voice sharp. 


"Are you serious? You’re such a turn off, I am not going to do it!" Her anger flared, a torrent of insults replacing her previous fear.

"Taste it," I repeated, my voice firm. "Or I’ll tell Rahul everything that happened between us. Every detail. You know I will.” My words were a threat, a calculated move to force her compliance.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice trembling, a mixture of fear and confusion evident. "Why are you forcing me to do these things?" Her eyes were filled with disgust.

"Because I love you," I said, my voice softening slightly. "And cheating relationships are the best. The intensity, the risk, the forbidden nature of it all...it’s electrifying."

I explained my twisted philosophy, justifying my actions.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’ll do it, but you promise you won’t tell Rahul. You have to promise me." Her words were laced with fear and desperation.

"I promise," I lied, my gaze fixed on her. "I’ll never tell him." I knew it was the kind of promise I would easily break.



Dear friends, in fact, I was going to record it and show it to Rahul who I hate so much and make him leave Priya alone. I don't like Rahul and intend to make him disintegrate from Priya.

She hesitantly began licking the tip of my dick, her expression a mix of anger, disgust, and resignation. I could sense the turmoil raging within her, but she managed to conceal her true emotions.

She swallowed my dick whole, her movements quick and almost desperate. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice laced with perverse encouragement. 


My dick glistened with her saliva, a testament to her forced participation. 

I held her head, guiding her slightly to help her with the task. "You’re a good slut my love," I whispered, my voice heavy with a false praise. “You’re a professional."

"See?" I said, after she’d finished. "Cheating is good. It's exciting. It's the thrill of the forbidden. It’s unlike anything you've ever experienced." 

My words were fueled by my own twisted sense of triumph.

After a while, I told her to lie on her stomach. Priya, wiping her mouth furiously, said, "Please, just fuck my pussy this time? Please? I really can't do in the back.”

"Stop talking and get into position," I said, my voice devoid of patience. "The asshole it is.” My focus was unwavering; my desire was directed at that one spot.

"I don't want pussy, I want your asshole only", I told her.

She obeyed, lying on her stomach. I positioned myself above her, my gaze falling upon that now-Vaselined asshole. I couldn't believe it: I was about to violate this asshole.


The smelly asshole belonging to Priya, the girlfriend of the person I hated most – Rahul. The irony wasn't lost on me. It was a disturbing combination of lust, revenge, and perverse satisfaction.

"Relax," I murmured, my voice low and persuasive. "Just relax. Trust me, it'll be easier if you just relax your asshole." 

"I can't," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’m so scared. I don't know if I can do this." She was clearly in a state of distress.

"Yes, you can," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "Just let go, surrender to the moment. It’s going to be okay. I'm going to do it slowly and carefully. It won’t hurt." 

My words were meant to calm and soothe her, but they also held a layer of barely concealed coercion.

I leaned down, kissing her back gently. "I'm going to do it slowly this time," I whispered, my voice soft and reassuring. 

"Just relax. Let me take control."

She hesitated, a slight tremor in her body. "I… I don’t know," she stammered.

"Yes, you do," I said, my voice firm and confident, reinforcing my words with a determined gaze. "You’re stronger than you think. You can handle this. We can do this together."

"Alright," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "But please be gentle. Please be slow and careful." She was still apprehensive but had finally succumbed to my persuasion.

"Remove your hand," I said, my voice soft but firm. "Stop covering your asshole. Let me do what I need to do."

"I… I can’t," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I'm just… scared." Her body was rigid with tension.

"Use both your hands to spread your asscheeks open wider," I said, my voice a low command. "Just spread it nice and wide. Let me work my way in."

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But please… be gentle." She slowly, hesitantly moved her hands, spreading her asscheeks as I instructed.


With a firm press, my dick head slipped inside, the Vaseline acting as a surprisingly effective lubricant. "See?" I said, my voice low and encouraging. 

"The head’s in. Just relax, you’ll be fine. Just calm down. It's going to be alright. It's already in. You will love it in your ass for the first time Priya, I assure you" 

A thrill shot through me; this illicit affair was proving even more exciting than I’d anticipated. The forbidden nature of it all fueled my exhilaration.

"Get it out," Priya gasped, her voice strained with pain and fear. "Please, get it out! I can’t do this! This is unbearable!" Her words were punctuated by sharp intakes of breath.

"If I keep removing it, we'll never finish," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "Be patient. The head is already in; it’s just a matter of letting the rest follow. Just relax and let it happen."

"Your knee is so incredibly soft, so smooth against my dick." 

I adjusted my position, finding the perfect angle to ease the penetration. The softness of her asshole against my dick was unexpectedly pleasing.

"Ow! Ugh! No! Stop! It hurts! It's too big! It's too much!" Priya cried out, her words a mixture of pain, fear, and revulsion. 

"Please stop! Get it out! Get it out now!" Her voice was rising in pitch and intensity. Her asshole was now becoming elastic as I continued pushing it deeper inside her asshole.

Ignoring her protests, I pushed in again, a little deeper this time. "It’s not fully in yet," I whispered, my voice barely audible above her cries. 

"You need to relax, let it slide in. You need to relax and enjoy it. Rahul has no idea what’s happening right now. He’ll never know, never ever.” 

The thought of Rahul’s ignorance only intensified my pleasure.

"I can't take it any deeper!" she screamed. "It's… it's just too much! I can't! My backhole… it feels like it's going to break!" Her voice was filled with genuine distress.

"Shut up and stop being such a bitch, you whore, relax your asshole slut," I snapped, my patience wearing thin. My words were harsh, yet I pushed in deeper, ignoring her pleas.

"NOOO! STOP! IT HURTS! GET IT OUT! I CAN'T… I CAN’T BREATHE!" she shrieked, her voice rising to a piercing crescendo. "GET IT OUT! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU!"

"Shut up!" I commanded, my voice hard and impatient. With a final push, my dick slid in and was fully inside. A wave of intense pleasure washed over me. 

The warmth of her asshole, the tight embrace of her flesh around her asshole—it was an overwhelmingly intense sensation. 

The temperature was perfect, the perfect balance of heat and moisture creating an exquisite feeling. This was the feeling of fucking the asshole. So sweet even better than pussy.

"There," I murmured, my voice thick with satisfaction. "It's fully inside. See? Your asshole is beautiful. It’s perfect."

"AAAHHHHHH! GET IT OUT! IT’S… IT’S SO WRONG!" she screamed, her body writhing. Her pain was genuine; the pleasure for me was almost sadistic.

"I'm not removing until your asshole gets used to it Priya," I said, my voice firm. "You need to relax and let it happen. Just relax, it will feel better after a while." 

My words were a mix of command and encouragement, but primarily to satisfy my own desires.

"Get it out! I need to breathe! I promise I’ll… I’ll do anything if you just take it out! I promise!" she gasped, her breathing ragged.

"No," I said, ignoring her pleas. "If I fuck your asshole today, it'll be loose by tomorrow. You won't need to struggle so much next time. It’ll be easier." 

My words were cruel yet honest.

Her body was writhing, her movements quick, jerky lurches of pain and discomfort. I began moving my dick slowly in and out of her asshole, savoring the sensation. 

If Rahul ever found out, he'd never speak to me again. But I don't care, I only care about ruining his relationship with Priya and also ruining Priya's asshole.

To ease the friction, I applied more Vaseline around her asshole. I pushed it in and out a couple of times, the rhythm building, the intensity growing.

"AAAHHHHH! Rajeev stooopp TOO…TOO MUCH!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with exertion and pain. "It’s…it’s burning! OH GOD!"

"Stop screaming," I said, my voice hard. I didn’t care about her anymore; my focus was solely on my own pleasure. 

I was utterly selfish, my gratification overriding any concern for her well-being.

After a while, the tightness began to ease. My dick slid in and out with much less resistance.





"There you go, see? You are now my anal slut" I said, my voice laced with satisfaction. "See? You did it. You were patient. Congratulations."

"I… I hate you, aaahhh gggh ooohh ooohhhhhh  aaaaaaaaahhh" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I hate you so much." Her voice held a weary exhaustion, a defeated acceptance.

"How are you feeling doing this for the first time?" I asked, my tone curious rather than caring.

"Horrible, aaahhhh oooh horrible so much horrible aaaahhhhhhhh" she replied, her voice tight with pain. 

"Absolutely horrible. I can't believe I let you do this aaahhhhhhhh" She was still grappling with the experience, her body and mind reeling from the violation.

"You’ll get used to it," I said, my words callous and unconcerned with her feelings. As I moved my dick, I noticed something else which was so satisfying.

My dick was coated with chocolate, yes her SHIT. A dark, rich shit, glistening and thick and sticky. It reminded me of the chocolate-coated dick I had once seen on Arjun Sir's dick.

A wave of intense pride washed over me. This was it, the moment I’d been waiting for, this moment of victory over Priya and, by extension, over Rahul.

"I see your dark brown shit Priya," I said, my voice barely a whisper, my gaze fixed on the glistening coating.

"OOOH NO! OOOOH NO!" Priya cried, her voice laced with both fear and revulsion.

Energized by the sight of her shit, I moved my dick in and out faster inside her asshole, the rhythm more intense. 

A stinky smell of her shit started to permeate the air—a mix of sweat, Vaseline, and the distinct odor of her shit.

"Are you inhaling the fragrance of your own shit Priya?" I asked, my voice a low chuckle. She didn’t reply, only gasping for air, her body heaving with exertion.

"Aaahh aahhh ahh oooohhh ooohh ssshh ooohh "

Priya had stopped begging me to stop. She was merely a vessel for my satisfaction, a tool for the fulfillment of my desires.


Priya’s noises were a mixture of gasps, moans, and occasional screams. "Oohhhhh Rajeevv!" she gasped, her voice strained. "Harder! Oh God…yes… harder!" 



Dear friends, I didn't believe Priya was moaning this much. Arjun Sir was telling me the truth that if you fuck a woman in the asshole for the first time, she will be a slut and will love you.




Then, a moment later, a sharp cry: "No…too much…too deep! Ooo h Rajeeeevvv" Her cries were a chaotic mix of pain, pleasure, and barely suppressed terror. 

It was clear that she was in immense pain and distress, but a part of her seemed to be enjoying the experience.

Then for deeper penetration, I stood up, carefully with my dick still buried in her asshole. I held her close, her hands gripping the shelf for support. 

I leaned down, kissing the back of her neck, murmuring, "You’re so sweet Priya, your asshole is so sweet and your shit smells so nice," against her skin. 

She gasped, but offered no other resistance. Her asshole seemed to be tense but at the same time, she showed no clear signs of opposition.

Holding her firmly, I resumed pushing my dick deeper inside her asshole, my movements faster now, more forceful. The room was thick with the smell of sweat, Vaseline, and a pungent aroma of her shit. 

I saw she dirtied my dick with her shit, thick and glistening, almost obscuring my dick itself. It was coating my dick generously. A good layer of it was visible.





"We… we should go to the bathroom," Priya gasped, her voice breathless. "Or…or I’m going to make a huge mess on the floor. I may shit everywhere." 

Her fear was evident; her desire to maintain her bedroom's tidiness overcoming, momentarily, her pain. She was afraid of making her bedroom shitty

"The bathroom’s boring," I replied, my voice low and teasing. "And if you make a mess, I'll help you clean it. It’ll be fun. No one is with us, we have all the time in the world" 

"Just you and me Priya, my love, here with me as I fuck your asshole while you continue shitting on my dick"

My intention was not to help her. I was interested in making her continue despite her fears.

"No! Don’t be stupid! It’s going to be such a mess! I don’t want to make a mess! This is my room" she insisted, her voice tight with anxiety. 

But I ignored her, my focus solely on fucking her asshole.

My rapid fucking of her asshole had loosened her asshole considerably. Telling her to stand still, I slowly withdrew my dick from her asshole. 

Her asshole gaped open, revealing the inside, and there was a small amount of stinky shit around the rim. With a smirk, I re-inserted my dick back in her asshole.





I was increasing the speed and intensity of my thrusts.

Her entire body was shaking now, her hands trembling as she gripped the shelf. The shelf itself was starting to shake slightly under the force of her movements. 

"Oh God… oh God…yes… harder…faster…" she gasped, her voice strained almost to breaking point. "More…more…I can’t…I can’t take much more…"

I groaned, sensing my own release was imminent. "Aaah no Rajeev Please aaahhh Don't cum inside!" she gasped urgently, her voice edged with panic.

"Shut up," I growled, pushing even harder. With a final, guttural groan, I held onto the shelf for support and released myself deep inside her knee. 

I was cumming inside Priya's asshole for the first time ever. This was a dream CUM true. No pun intended.

I kissed her shoulder, murmuring, "You made me so happy. Priya" My dirty dick remained deep inside her asshole mixed with my sperm and her shit.

"Don’t take it out yet," Priya said, her voice breathless. "If you do, I may shit it on the floor." 


Her concern seemed genuine, focused on cleanliness rather than her own discomfort. She didin't want to dirty her bedroom with her own shit and my sperms.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked, a hint of amusement in my tone. I was enjoying her newfound concern for hygiene.

"Let's…let's go to the bathroom," she whispered, her voice raspy. "But… keep it in please."

"With my dick still inside your asshole?" I asked, my voice laced with playful surprise.

"Yes," she whispered, confirming my supposition. My naughty girl, indeed. 

"Don’t think like I am a slut or something. I just want to keep my bedroom clean." Her focus on maintaining cleanliness was unexpected.

"Okay, let’s go then," I said. The walk was surprisingly awkward, with my dick still deeply lodged in her shitty asshole. 

Priya moved gingerly, her body tense, attempting to minimize any spillage of her shit. I could feel her asshole ring cling tightly around my dick. It felt so good.

In the bathroom, I asked, "Can I take it out now?"

"Yes," she replied, her voice strained. The moment I removed my dick from her asshole, a mixture of her shit and my sperm spurted out, landing messily on the bathroom floor.

"Eewww," I said, wrinkling my nose. "That shit smells absolutely rank. It’s really stinky Priya. You ate so much today huh?" 

The smell was overwhelmingly so good, a cloying mix of sweetness and something else decidedly nice.

Priya turned to me, a surprising smile spreading across her face. "I told you it would be a mess," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Unexpectedly, she leaned up and kissed me. And just as unexpectedly, I found myself kissing her back. 

The kiss was intense, passionate, and remarkably tender after the rough intensity that preceded it.

Then I headed back to her bedroom. 

She then asks me, "Hey Rajeev, where are you going?"

"To rest of course", I replied.

"Don't you dare go to my bedroom without washing your dick", she said.

Then I told her that I want to............................

[nadia]

For those who are wondering how my mom looks like. this is her real photos. I also attached a photo where I saw she was half naked with her breasts showing. 

I got that photo from Arjun Sir's phone.














The next story will contain her videos which Arjun Sir sent me while he was fucking her in the ass.

[nadia]

Previously you have shown some other photos as your mom...

Now you shown another photo???

those were complimentary ones, not real. I added them to spice up the story.

but this one is real is posted is real.

stay tuned for more.

[nadia]

CONTINUATION







Before I could even reach Priya’s bedroom to rest, she grabbed my hand, her touch surprisingly firm. "Come on," she said, pulling me towards the bathroom. 

"We need to clean up this mess. You need to clean your dick" I chuckled, "Okay, okay. Let's wash it then." My exhaustion was palpable, but her urgency was strangely compelling.

"I'm not washing your dick, wash it yourself," Priya said, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she saw her own shit on my dick.

"Or we are going to taking a bath together." Her words surprised me, but a thrill ran through me. “A bath together? Really? After all that?” 

I replied, both amused and aroused by her unexpected proposition.

And so, we bathed together, the warm water washing away the residue of our earlier encounter. The shared intimacy of the bath felt profoundly different from the rough passion of moments before. 

It was a strangely tender moment in contrast bathing with the girlfriend of my friend, Rahul. Afterwards, exhausted but content, we collapsed onto her bed and fell asleep.

I woke with a start. The sun was already sinking. It was 5 pm. Priya wasn't in the bed. I should get home; my mom would scold me for being so late. 

I quietly got out of bed and headed downstairs.

Priya was in the kitchen, wearing a green shorts and a simple top, preparing juice. Her sex ass, thick and strong, were astonishing. They were plump and full, their flesh softly rounded. 





My eyes couldn’t help but linger on her ass; I was utterly captivated by their fullness. 

I couldn't believe that was her ass I'd been intimately fucking just hours ago. A surge of pride washed over me; I had conquered Priya's asshole.

"Good evening," I greeted her, my voice filled with a mixture of tiredness and satisfaction. 

"You look stunning, especially your ass, it looks so good in this shorts," I added, to emphasize my attraction towards them. "You are really beautiful Priya."

"Evening," she replied, her voice soft and a little sleepy. She blushed slightly.

I was holding her close, I pressed my groin against her sexy soft ass, relishing the sensation of her ass against groin.

"Rajeev, you really need to go home," Priya said, gently but firmly. "Your mom will kill you if you’re not back soon." She didn't seem to mind my intimate gestures.

"I'd rather stay here with you," I said, my voice low and persuasive.

"No," Priya said, gently pushing me away. "You have to go home. Your mom will be furious." Priya had changed dramatically. 

She was no longer resisting my touch; instead, she seemed to welcome it, almost eagerly. 

Maybe the way I fucked her ass hours ago transformed her this way? Or was it the forbidden pleasure of me penetrating her asshole? The thought intrigued me.

I squeezed her sexy ass, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "Did you like it when I fucked your asshole earlier?" I asked, my voice playful yet insistent.

She blushed, shying away from my gaze. "It was… uncomfortable," she whispered, avoiding my eyes. "It was my first time experiencing it. It's not something I was used to at all. It was a strange experience."

"It's because it was your first time," I said, my voice gentle. "You'll get used to it. Just be patient."

"Why are you so obsessed with my asshole?" she asked, a frown creasing her brow. "It's… it's a dirty thing." Her expression conveyed a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"Because it's forbidden," I said, my voice low and intense. "Because it’s a part of you that no one else has touched. Not even that bastard Rahul."

"Because it's a secret pleasure, shared only between us. Dirty is good, Priya. I love the smell of your shit. It's exciting." I leaned in closer, my eyes meeting hers.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice sincere despite the circumstances.

She looked down at the juice she was stirring, her expression thoughtful. "What about Rahul?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

"Break up with him, or we keep it a secret," I said, my tone firm yet gentle.

She continued stirring the juice, her gaze fixed on the liquid. "I… I don’t know, I am not sure if that is the right thing" she mumbled.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied softly, her eyes still cast down.

"Then we can both lie to Rahul," I said, my voice low. "We won’t tell him about us."

"But…but that's wrong," she whispered, her voice laced with hesitation. "It’s lying and deceiving someone."

"Don’t be stupid," I said, my voice firm. "We’ll do it, and no one will ever know. We can have our secret and keep up the appearance of things being normal for as long as we can."

"Are you sure?" she asked, a flicker of doubt in her eyes.

"Yes," I said, my voice confident. "We'll take things slow, and have our secret moments. It’ll be our secret. Just you and me."

She nodded slowly, her hesitation finally giving way to a look of determination. It was a silent acquiescence; a mutual agreement to ignore the moral complications of their relationship.

I turned her around and kissed her lips, our bodies pressing close. She kissed me back, the kiss both eager and uncertain. 

Priya was mine; she was completely and utterly mine now, despite still technically being Rahul’s girlfriend.

She handed me the juice. I drank it, watching her with a naughty wink. I gave her a final, lingering kiss. "Next time," I whispered in her ear, "I want to be intimate with you again."

She playfully slapped my cheeks. "Don't get any ideas," she said, her cheeks flushed.

"Okay, I know you want it" I replied, smiling. Then I left.




My dad was going to be released from the hospital tomorrow. I hurried home. As I reached the gate, I saw Arjun Sir’s Rolls Royce parked outside. 

He must be inside. It was almost 7 am in the evening, but I assumed they were having another intimate moment, so I decided not to disturb them. I went around to the backyard.

As I approached the back of the house, I heard my mother’s gasps and moans coming from her bedroom. 

She was uttering Arjun Sir’s name, her voice laced with pleasure. "Oh Arjun… yes… harder… oh God…" She sounded breathless. "It feels…so good…" Her words confirmed my suspicions.

Something was going on, he was fucking my mom, and  had to watch it. I moved cautiously towards her bedroom. The door wasn't locked; they must have known I wasn't home.

Peeking inside, I saw my mother on the bed with Arjun Sir. She was bouncing up and down on his lap, her movements frantic and passionate. 

Both were sweating profusely, his dick was deep inside her pussy. I couldn't believe they were doing it again. My mother was moving so fast; the sight was repulsive and painful.




"We need to finish quickly Arjun aaahhh ooooohhhhhh," my mother gasped, her voice strained. "Rajeev might come home any minute."

Arjun Sir dismissed her fears. "Don't worry, he won't be back anytime soon," he said.

"Please," my mother whispered, her voice laced with anxiety. "I don’t want Rajeev to find out about this. aaahh aahh ahh oooohhhh"

"If you want to finish quickly," Arjun said, "then I need to fuck your asshole."

"Again?" my mother asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

"Yes," Arjun Sir said firmly. "I haven't had enough yet, and we need to get your asshole more loose."

Clearly disappointed, my mother slid off Arjun Sir. "On your knees," he said, his tone commanding. "Spread your asscheeks." Silently, she obeyed.

Since her asshole was already loose from earlier fucking, Arjun Sir pushed his dick against her asshole, and it slipped in easily.

"Slowly!" my mother cried, her voice sharp with urgency. "Please, be gentle! It still hurts a little bit."

"Stop complaining," Arjun said, his voice impatient. "Your asshole is already loose. Just relax and enjoy it."

I couldn't believe it – he was fucking her asshole for the third time in one day! 

This man was obsessed with my mother’s stinky asshole. He started pumping his dick in and out, his movements rapid and forceful.

"Oh God… oh God… be careful, please don't make me shit again" my mother moaned, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure. "It’s…it’s too much…too fast!"

"Keep your voice down," Arjun Sir hissed. "The neighbors might hear."

"It hurts! You’re going too fast!" my mother cried. "It’s really hurting! Please, be more gentle!" Her complaints were increasing as the action was escalating.

The friction of his dick moving in and out was causing her asshole to become even looser. The repeated friction was causing a breakdown of the superficial layers of her asshole's skin.

This was leading to increased distensibility and a widening of the area surrounding her asshole. The heat generated also caused dilation of her asshole. 

The process was clearly not a comfortable one for mom. But she was enjoying it



My mother had no choice but to keep her asscheeks spread wide, allowing easier and deeper penetration. I could see the elasticity of her asshole, its softness yielding to the pressure of Arjun Sir's dick. 

The skin was taut but pliable, and I knew it was sufficiently soft and elastic to accommodate the banana easily.

"Your asshole makes me so happy Sunita," Arjun Sir said, his voice thick with satisfaction. His words were a mix of compliment and possessiveness. "It's so incredibly receptive."

"Mmnn… yes… aaahh aaahh sshhoo oooww Arjun fuck meee" my mother responded, her voice barely a whisper. 

She was clearly enjoying the experience, but also trying to suppress any outward expression of her pleasure.

With a groan, Arjun Sir gripped my mother's fat ass, pushing his dick deeper inside her asshole and cummed. 

My mother closed her eyes, her body tensing slightly. "Oh…God…yes…" she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "That's it…oh God…"

After his release, Arjun Sir relaxed for a few seconds before withdrawing his dick from her asshole. 

My mother's asshole gaped open, revealing a raw, glistening expanse of her asshole ring. A mixture of stinky shit of my mom and Arjun Sir's sperm dripped from her asshole. 

Exhausted, she slumped onto the bed. Arjun Sir, panting heavily, also collapsed onto the bed.

"That was…amazing," Arjun Sir said, his voice breathless.

"Mmnn…yes…it was but you are really rough, you always do things fast," my mother whispered, her body still trembling.

"The faster the better Sunita", Arjun sir replied.

I could see a slight trace of my mother's shit on Arjun Sir's dick, but it wasn't excessive. 

"Get off the bed," my mother said, her voice firm despite her exhaustion. "I don’t want you to dirty the bed with my shit."

"Why?" Arjun Sir asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Because I don’t want it all over the bed sheets like last night," my mother replied, her tone tinged with annoyance. She was clearly sensitive about the shit mess.

"But your asshole is dripping with my sperms, and there's a bit of your shit there too," Arjun Sir pointed out, indicating her asshole.

My mother realized what he meant; she quickly grabbed a nearby towel and dabbed at her asshole. "I… I didn't even notice," she said, looking at him with a shy smile. 

"You made my asshole sore; I didn't feel a thing."

"That's because your asshole was so incredibly loose," Arjun Sir said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just like elastic band."

My mother blushed, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. "You… you’re impossible," she murmured.

"I love you," Arjun Sir said, leaning forward to kiss her.

My mother responded with a passionate kiss, but then shouted, "Get off the bed! You’re going to get the shit all over the sheets! I don't want my husband to notice it."

"Okay, okay, okay," Arjun Sir said, getting up. He headed to the bathroom, and my mother, still clutching the towel to her asshole, followed him.



Dear friends, do you see similar things me and Arjun Sir did? I fucked Priya and she shitted on the floor,, the same thing Arjun Sir fucked my mom and she shitted on his dick.

Dear friends, do you see how my devout, religiously-bound mother, once a pillar of moral uprightness, has fallen into? The woman who preached purity is now reduced to this – a filthy affair, 

Her body turned into a toy for another man's desires. I watched her, speechless, as she wiped the remnants of her own dirty shit from his dick. 

The sanctity she once embodied is broken, replaced by this filthy activity.




After a few minutes, I went back to the sitting room and pretended to call my mother. I shouted, "Mom, I'm home!" A few minutes later, she emerged, dressed in a saree.

"Rajeev, you're back," she said, her voice slightly strained. "How was college?"

"It was fine," I replied. "Why did it take you so long to answer my call?"

She hesitated. "I… I was in the bathroom," she stammered. "We were both just cleaning up." Her excuse was clearly unconvincing.

Arjun Sir appeared behind her. "Hello, Rajeev," he greeted me, his tone jovial.

"Hello, Sir," I replied. "When did you arrive?"

"Just a few minutes ago," he replied. I noticed my mother tense slightly at his words.

"I’ll go make something for you both," my mother said quickly, excusing herself and hurrying to the kitchen.

I sat with Arjun Sir on the sofa. "I enjoyed being intimate with your mother," he said, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Her asshole is exceptional, incredibly pliable and smelly."

"Why?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Because it’s so incredibly loose and I made it loose," he said, with a tone laced with pride. "It’s such a satisfying sensation.”

"How long are you planning to continue this illicit affair?" I asked, my tone serious.

"Until it becomes impossible," he replied, his expression unreadable. "Or until your father finds out. And that's why I need a new plan.”

"My dad's coming out of hospital tomorrow," I said, my voice grave. "It's getting risky."

"I know," he said, a hint of worry in his tone. "That’s why I’m coming up with a new plan. A better plan.”

"What plan?" I asked, my curiosity overriding my concern.

"I'll tell you later," he said, his eyes flashing with a mischievous gleam.

"I don't believe you were intimate with my mom three times today," I said, my voice skeptical.

"Oh, yes I did," he bragged, chuckling. "I have the energy; I’m the best at this.” His tone was one of self-congratulation.

"You poked my mom’s asshole three times today?" I asked.

"Yes, and her asshole is so loose now," he confirmed, his tone both boastful and satisfied. "It's almost like a well-worn glove; so pliable and welcoming.”

"Are you spending the night?" I asked him.

"No, I can't. My wife just arrived home," he said. He seemed genuinely pleased. 

I remembered seeing his wife earlier that day entering a hotel with Sir Suresh. I decided not to mention it. It wasn't my place to interfere in his marriage.

"Earlier, at your house, I also fucked Priya in her asshole," I said, a mischievous glint in my eye.

Arjun Sir's eyes widened in shock. "You did what?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes," I confirmed. "I fucked Priya’s asshole."

"Unbelievable," he said. "Priya letting you do that? I never would have believed she'd be so receptive.”

"I used Vaseline," I explained, a grin spreading across my face.

"Did you force her?" he asked, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Yes," I said, without hesitation. "I had to."

He patted my head. "Good job," he said, a genuine smile on his face. "That girl needs to be taught a anal sex lesson. She needs a good fuck time.”

"Priya’s shit also coated my dick," I said, recalling the experience.

"How did it smell?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Stinky, but in a strangely satisfying way," I replied, my voice tinged with a hint of perverse satisfaction. The smell had been cloying, almost sickeningly sweet, yet strangely addictive.



My mother brought tea and a plate of pancakes, placing them on the table between Arjun Sir and me. She sat opposite us, her face relaxed and happy. 



Dear friends, my mom's appearance had undergone a remarkable transformation since she began her affair with Arjun Sir. 

Her skin seemed to glow with a newfound vitality, her eyes sparkling with an intensity I'd never seen before. 

Her hair seemed fuller and shinier. There was a newfound confidence about her demeanor.

This transformation could be partly explained scientifically. 

Studies suggest that when a woman cheats on her husband and has sex with another man, her body releases endorphins and other hormones that have positive effects on skin health and hair growth. 

The increased self-esteem and confidence that often accompany an adultery relationship can also contribute to a more youthful and radiant appearance. 

It's a complex interplay of psychological and physiological factors, but the net effect is often quite noticeable.

It is a widely held, if not scientifically proven, belief that women who are engaging in extramarital affairs often experience a heightened sense of self-confidence and sexual liberation. 







"I want you Sunita, your husband, and Rajeev to come over to my house," Arjun Sir said to my mother, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I want you all to meet my wife."

My mother's face immediately tensed. "Ooh really, I am eager. I hope she will like us" she said, her voice laced with anxiety.

"She'll love you," Arjun Sir replied confidently. "She's a wonderful woman. She'll be delighted to meet you all."


"I think it'll be fun to meet Arjun Sir's wife," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

My mother smiled weakly, nodding in agreement. 

However, I sensed her inner turmoil. Meeting Arjun Sir's wife would be risky for her; the thought of facing a woman whose husband was having an affair with her must have been extremely unpleasant.

That evening, Arjun Sir left. As my mother cooked supper, I joined her in the kitchen. "How do you feel about Arjun Sir?" I asked her, my voice low and probing.

"I… I really like him," she replied, a hint of shyness in her voice. "He helped your father a lot. He's been really supportive during this difficult time."

"But what do you really like about him?" I pressed, my voice softer now. I wanted to understand the depth of her feelings.

"He makes me feel seen and appreciated," she confessed, her eyes downcast. 

"He makes me feel alive. He understands me in ways that no one ever did" Her admission confirmed my suspicions: my mother had genuinely fallen for Arjun Sir.

"Was Arjun Sir here today, when I was at hospital to see dad?" I inquired, my tone casual yet probing. I wanted to know if she’d been with him all day.

"No, he wasn't here," she replied hastily. "He only came in the evening." She was lying; I knew she was.

"Did you go and see Dad in the hospital today?" I asked.

Her eyes flickered with a moment of nervousness. "No, I didn't," she said, her voice a little strained. "I… I was too busy with work, that’s all." Her lie was transparent.

The fact that she was being fucked by Arjun Sir both in the morning and evening, and hadn’t even bothered to visit my father in the hospital, clearly indicated that her feelings for my father were nonexistent. 

Her affections were entirely consumed by Arjun Sir. She cared only for his dick and not my father. My mom changed so much.

"But you called him, right?" I pressed.

"Yes, of course," she replied quickly. "I called him and explained everything." She sounded defensive. It seemed like she was worried that I had a good idea of what was going on.

Later that night, I went to my bedroom. I held my dick, stroking it slowly, and inhaled the faint scent of her shit from my hand. I was just in love with her.

I couldn't sleep, my mind replaying images of Priya. Suddenly, I heard my mother screaming in her bedroom. She was screaming Arjun Sir's name in a voice laced with passion. 

I was perplexed. He wasn't supposed to be here tonight.

I tiptoed to her bedroom window and peeked inside. Arjun Sir wasn't there; only my mother was in the room. Her eyes were closed, her body moving restlessly under the sheet. 

It was clear she was dreaming. She was murmuring Arjun Sir's name, her voice filled with both pleasure and longing. "Oh Arjun…yes…harder…deeper fuck my pussy aaahhh yesssss…" 


She moaned, while still in dream, her body twisting and turning. She was rubbing her pussy and her asshole. She was clearly dreaming about Arjun sir fucking her pussy. 

It was an unmistakable sign of her intense longing for him; I’d never seen her dream about Dad, not even once.

"Oh Arjun… your dick… in my pussy … oh God… fuck me baby oohh yesss fuck my pussy and asshole" she moaned, her voice growing louder. 

"It feels so good…so right… ooh your dick feels so good in my pussy" Her words were fragmented, yet undeniably explicit.

I decided to knock loudly on her door, hoping to wake her up and hear her explanation for these bizarre night-time sounds. The knocks woke her up.

She looked startled, surprised to find herself rubbing her bare pussy.

"Mom?" I called.

"Yes?" she replied from inside, her voice a little shaky.

"Open the door," I said, my voice calm but firm. I continued knocking, discreetly peeking through the slightly ajar door. A small smile played on my lips as I watched her.

"Just a minute," she replied.

After a brief pause, she opened the door, her face flushed and disheveled. She was clearly still quite startled.

"What were you screaming about?" I asked, my tone light. "You woke me up"

"I…I was just having a dream," she stammered, avoiding my gaze.

"What were you dreaming about?" I pressed gently.

"Nothing…nothing important," she said hastily. "It was just a silly dream." It was another lie.

"Did you hear me screaming?" she asked, her eyes pleading.

"No," I lied. I didn't want her to feel more embarrassed than she already was.

"Go back to sleep," she said, her tone firm, yet laced with relief. "It was just a nightmare. Rajeev" She accompanies me back to my bedroom and I slept.





In the morning, my mother and I went to the hospital and brought my father home. He was overjoyed to be back with us, his face radiating relief and happiness. 

He seemed genuinely thrilled to be home, relieved to be out of the sterile environment of the hospital, and eager to resume his normal life. 

He kept thanking us profusely for our efforts and expressed how much he missed me and mom. However, my mother's behaviour was strikingly different.

Her affection for him felt strangely less, almost nonexistent. Was it the weight of her guilt of cheating on my dad, a complete absence of remorse for her actions? 

Or had her feelings for my dad simply vanished, replaced by something else entirely?

Several times, my father leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she responded with barely perceptible nods, her expression distant and unreadable. 

She seemed almost to away from his affection. Her actions spoke volumes about the changed dynamic between them. On another occasion, he attempted to hold her hand, but she subtly pulled away.

Her body language clearly communicating a deep-seated disinterest, she wasn't happy with my dad. 

On another occasion, he tried to initiate a conversation about his time in the hospital, detailing the discomfort and the monotonous routine, but she offered brief, ignoring replies.

Her gaze drifting away as if she were elsewhere mentally. It was evident that her interest in him had gone significantly.



Dear friends, let me explain this, that the  diminished interest some women experience in their husbands after cheating affairs is a complex issue coming from a combination of factors. 

A good adultery can significantly disrupt the balance of hormones crucial for bonding and attachment, leading to a decline in oxytocin levels. 

This hormone is vital for feelings of closeness and connection, and its reduction can significantly impact the emotional bond between partners. 




That evening, my mother and I informed my father that we were going to Arjun Sir's house to meet his wife. My mother’s excitement was palpable, surprisingly greater than her joy at my father's return to health. 

This was disconcerting to observe. Her change in behavior was remarkable. The relief she felt about his being healthy seemed secondary to her anticipation of the visit with Arjun Sir. 

It was as if her entire emotional focus had shifted.

"We're going to Arjun Sir's house, Dad," I announced, carefully observing my father's reaction. "To meet his wife. It’s their 24th wedding anniversary and they’re having a small gathering."

"Oh, really?" Dad replied, his tone a mixture of curiosity and mild surprise. He seemed genuinely pleased at the prospect of meeting Arjun Sir's wife. 

He had always admired Arjun Sir and considered him a close and trustworthy friend, and he had always thought Arjun Sir and his wife had an enviable marriage. "Is that tonight? What time should we go?"

"Yes, Arvind, at evening" my mother replied, her voice brimming with an almost uncontainable enthusiasm. 

Her reaction to the invitation was far more animated than her reaction to my Dad being healthy and released from the hospital. 

It was a stark contrast that was impossible to ignore. "We should leave around 7.00 PM. I've already planned what to wear and everything seems to be set."

We took a cab. During the ride, my mother secretly checked her phone repeatedly. I knew it was Arjun Sir, checking in, perhaps asking for an update or giving her instructions on how to behave. 

She's likely trying to ensure everything is coordinated between them, although, of course, she doesn't want to reveal that to my father.

"Why are you constantly checking your phone, dear?" my father asked, his voice gentle but with a hint of concern. 

He seemed slightly puzzled by her constant phone use, something he hadn't noticed before.

My mother flinched, instantly hiding her phone in her purse. "I’m just checking my makeup to make sure it’s still on point," she replied smoothly. 

She tried to appear calm and nonchalant but her obvious nervousness betrayed her. She knew she was lying.

"You don’t need to check a mirror," my father said, his voice laced with affection. 

"You look beautiful, just as you always do. Your beauty shines through even without makeup. You really don't need to worry about it at all."

My mother gave him a weak smile. It was a false smile, a practiced expression that failed to reach her eyes. 

I could see the effort she was making, but it was painfully obvious that her true feelings for my father were slowly withering away. The forced smile was just a facade, masking her true indifference.

We arrived at Arjun Sir's house. Arjun Sir met us at the gate, his expression carefully neutral.



 

He greeted each of us individually, making a point of extending his warm greetings to my father, inquiring about his health and well-being. 

He wanted to express genuine concern for his friend’s health condition. But I knew he was just pretending because he already fucked my mom.

"Welcome," he said, greeting us warmly. "Mr. Arvind, so glad to see you out of hospital. How are you feeling? It was a truly difficult time, but we’re all so happy that you are out of the hospital"

He told my dad.


 "And are on the road to recovery. We all wish you a speedy recovery and a smooth transition back to your everyday life."

"Much better, thank you," my father replied, his tone sincere. "Feeling quite stronger now, though I still need a bit of rest. The hospital was certainly not a relaxing experience. But I am grateful for everything."

Arjun Sir then turned to my mother. "Mrs. Arvind," he greeted her, his voice polite but laced with a familiarity that would have been instantly recognizable to anyone privy to their secret. 

My mother responded with a similar studied formality, avoiding direct eye contact for a few seconds. 

Their careful interactions were a performance, both maintaining a show of normalcy in front of my Dad. They were playing a role, skillfully concealing their adultery.

He then greeted me. "Rajeev, good to see you. How are your studies? Is college keeping you busy?"

"Good to see you too, Sir," I replied. "college is good, and yes, I'm quite busy."

Arjun Sir led us into his house. The atmosphere inside was vibrant; a lively party was in full swing, celebrating the 24th wedding anniversary of Arjun Sir and his wife, Hareeta. 

Soft, romantic music played in the background, creating a warm and inviting ambience, though some of the guests were already quite lively.

From across the room, Arjun Sir called out to his wife. "Haareeta, darling, come meet our other guests. They've come all the way to celebrate our special day with us. It is such an honor to have them here."

"Doesn't my wife look lovely?" Arjun Sir asked my mother and father as his wife approached. 






It was a blatant attempt to subtly show my mother that his life was perfect, happy in his marriage, with no space for her in it. The display of affection was aimed directly at my mother.

"Yes, she is very elegant," my father said, his tone appreciative. He made a point of complimenting Arjun Sir’s wife. He seemed genuinely impressed. "Such poise and grace."

My mother responded with a noncommittal, "Yes, absolutely beautiful. She looks radiant and clearly happy." 



Haareeta, his wife, arrived, radiating warmth and elegance. Arjun Sir made the introductions with exaggerated warmth, ensuring to introduce his wife to each of us individually. 

His aim was clearly to showcase their happy marriage to my mother, creating a contrast with her own situation.

"Mr. Arvind, this is my wife, Hareeta," he said, his voice brimming with pride. He spoke with obvious pride and affection. He wanted my father to see how happy and fulfilling his life was with Hareeta.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," my father replied, shaking Hareeta's hand. He spoke warmly and sincerely, expressing his own happiness at being able to finally meet her.

"Mrs. Arvind, it's delightful to finally meet you," Hareeta said, while smiling.

"The pleasure's all mine," my mother responded, her smile equally artificial. Her smile felt unconvincing, strained, and forced, betraying her unease at the situation.

"And this is their son, Rajeev," Arjun Sir said, introducing me to Hareeta.

"Hello," I greeted her politely. "Happy anniversary."

"OOh thank you and Welcome," Hareeta said, extending a hand to each of us. "It's so wonderful to have you all here. We're so happy you could make it. It means a lot to us."

"Please, come, let me show you to your seats."

"Please get us some cocktail juice," Hareeta requested Arjun Sir, turning to him with a smile, a gesture of affection and care.

As Arjun Sir went to fetch the drinks, I saw him wink secretly at my mother. To my surprise, she didn’t wink back. 

I think it was because she felt jealous that Arjun Sir was so overtly affectionate with Hareeta, hugging and kissing her openly, right in front of my mother. 

The display of public affection felt pointed.

Was my mother envious of Hareeta? Did she secretly long to be in Hareeta's position – Arjun Sir's beloved wife? It was a thought that lingered in my mind.

Arjun Sir's expression shifted; he looked confused, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty clouding his features when he returned and saw my mother had not responded to his wink. 

He seemed surprised by her lack of response, clearly expecting a reaction from her.



As we settled into our seats, Hareeta turned to my father with a warm smile. "Mr. Arvind, I'm so glad you're feeling better after your hospital stay. I heard you were quite ill. We were all so worried about you."

My father chuckled. "Oh, it was nothing too serious, really. Just a bit of a scare, I suppose. A nasty bout of stomach ache."

"I'm feeling much better now, thanks to the wonderful care I received, and of course, thanks to my family's support and also to your husband, Arjun. I'm so happy to be home."

Hareeta then turned to my mother, her eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Sunita, you look absolutely radiant tonight. That dress is stunning on you. It really brings out the color of your eyes."

My mother offered a tight-lipped smile, her response brief and somewhat strained. "Thank you, Hareeta. You look lovely yourself. That's a beautiful black sari." 

My mom was pretending to like Hareeta; her jealousy of Hareeta, Arjun Sir's wife, was palpable. It was clear that my mom was wished that she was the wife of Arjun instead of Hareeta.


She was resentful that Hareeta was the one enjoying a that big dick of Arjun, loving marriage with the man my mother desired. The compliment felt obligatory.

"Thank you," Hareeta replied, her smile fading slightly. She sensed the tension between them. "It's a family heirloom, actually. My mother wore it on her wedding day."

My mother, seeking to shift the conversation away from herself, abruptly asked Hareeta, "So, what do you do, Hareeta? Besides being a wonderful wife, of course." 

The question was subtly pointed, a veiled attempt to probe into Hareeta’s life, perhaps searching for any cracks in their seemingly perfect relationship. 



Dear friends, can you believe this? My mother, the devout, religious woman who once lectured me on the sanctity of marriage, is now actively trying to unravel Arjun Sir's marriage. 

She's subtly probing Hareeta, asking pointed questions about her life with Arjun – their intimacy, their finances, their daily routines. 

It was clear my mom was jealous. It's all so incredibly hypocritical. The woman who preached fidelity is now plotting to destroy another woman's marriage to steal her lover, Arjun sir.




"Oh, I help Arjun in the family business," Hareeta responded, her voice friendly. "We have a shipping and logistics company. It's quite demanding, but I find it very fulfilling."

Hareeta continued, "It keeps me busy, and it's a great way to support Arjun and contribute to our family's success. We work well together, both in business and at home."

"Sounds interesting," my mother replied, her tone flat, betraying her lack of genuine interest. Her mind was elsewhere, dwelling on her own self interest and the contrast with Hareeta's seemingly blissful life.

"And what about you, Sunita?" Hareeta asked, trying to maintain a friendly conversation, oblivious to the undercurrent of resentment. "What do you do to keep yourself occupied?"

"I'm a painter," my mother replied, her voice regaining a touch of animation, a flicker of genuine passion. "I work mostly with watercolors and oils. I find painting to be very thebangutic"

My mom continued,"..... a way to express myself creatively. It's a completely different world for me, one that is intensely personal."

My father chimed in, "And I work at OceanFreight, a shipping company." He added, wanting to contribute to the conversation, and maybe take the tension away from my mother. "It's been a long career, but I enjoy it."

"Oh, how interesting," Hareeta replied, nodding politely. "Arjun and I often discuss the challenges in the shipping industry. It’s a very dynamic field, and one that’s constantly evolving."

Just then, Arjun Sir arrived with a tray laden with glasses of cocktail juice. "Here you go," he announced, handing each of us a drink. 

His eyes met my mother's briefly, but mymom deliberately avoided his gaze, her expression unchanging. It was clear to me she was not interested in interacting with him at this moment.

I knew Arjun Sir had seen my mom earlier, her look of envy on his face when he had hugged Hareeta. 

He was clearly aware of the complexities of my mom's feelings, the unspoken tension between them. He handled the awkward interaction gracefully, without making a scene but he knew my mom was jealous.

"Thank you, Arjun, my love" Hareeta said, her voice warm and affectionate. 

She accepted the drink from him with a gentle smile, emphasizing the harmony in their relationship. 






Guys tell me your thoughts about this developments before I  post the next tantalizing update.

[nadia]

Nice going

Glad you liked it, stay tuned, update coming today!!

[nadia]

How did she got design in between her breasts. In previous pictures no design in between her boobs... Also some jewel below her lower lip can be seen in the gif... While resisting at one point of time during back flipping of her head she smiled with lust...  Still surprised how he changed such a traditional reserved wife to that extent...

Seems like arjun sir fucking made lot of changes in your mom's body... Her looks face changed from pure traditional in previous pictures to corrupted form in his fucking picture. Wow man really it seems like he transformed her a lot... Did her love for her husband still exist??? I doubt it... I wish arjun sir marry her soon... Story is interesting with real gif motion pics...

She is batting between devotion towards her husband and lust due to evil arjun fucking... I wish he possess her away completely from your dad...

Yes, even scientifically, regular sex does transform a woman to appear more radiant, curvier and glamorous. So I guess Arjun sir's fucking was responsible for my mom's adorable appearance.

[nadia]

CONTINUATION



((FOR THOSE JOINING THIS STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS SECTION IS WHERE ME, MY MOM AND DAD ATTENDED ARJUN SIR, (MY MOM'S LOVER) AND HIS WIFE, HAREETA'S ANNIVERSARY))

MAKE SURE YOU READ EACH PARAGRAPH WORD BY WORD IN ORDER TO UNDERSTAND THE CHARACTER'S BEHAVIOR AND THEIR THINKING.



My father commented, "This is a lovely anniversary celebration you've put together, Hareeta and Arjun. The arrangements are impressive; you've created such a warm and inviting atmosphere for your guests." 

"Thank you, Mr. Arvind," Hareeta replied graciously. "We wanted to make it a special occasion, a celebration of our twenty-four years together. We've always considered family to be very important"

"And we wanted to share this milestone with those closest to us. Especially you since you are the closest family to ours", Hareeta said.

Arjun added, "It’s been quite a journey, hasn’t it? Lots of ups and downs, but we’ve always been there for each other." He was obviously aware of the undercurrents in the room but chose to ignore it.

My mother, however, couldn’t resist a cutting remark, "Twenty-four years. It must be wonderful to achieve such longevity in a marriage. It is something to aspire to." 

The subtle sarcasm was evident.


Dear friends, it was crystal clear my mom wanted Arjun for herself, to replace Hareeta in his life. 

My mom, the woman who raised me, who instilled in me strong moral values, is now actively trying to break up a happy marriage of Hareeta. 

I'm struggling to reconcile that my mom, is now I knew with the deceitful, envious person she has become. 

I simply can't believe my own mother could stoop to this level of cruelty and deception. Did Arjun influence her?




Hareeta, ever diplomatic, smoothly changed the subject. "Priya, our daughter, is around somewhere. We should introduce you to her."

Arjun chuckled. "Actually, we’ve already met Priya. Remember, Mr. and Mrs. Arvind? She was here few days ago."

My father affirmed, "Yes, I do remember. She served us tea, a charming young girl."

"When was that?" Hareeta asked, puzzled.

"A couple of days ago," Arjun replied, clarifying. "We had a short chat with her at that time. A very brief encounter, only a few minutes. But enough to confirm that she was indeed a charming young girl."

My mother added, "Yes, she was absolutely lovely. A very pretty and gracious young girl. She seems to have her mother’s good manners and warmth." 

She sought to regain some control over the conversation and the situation. She was still trying to manage the undercurrents of her own conflicted feelings and jealousy.

"I should go and greet her again," I announced, hoping to alleviate the tension. "I’d like to congratulate her parents properly. She was so gracious earlier."

"Okay, but don’t wander too far," my mother cautioned, ever watchful. "Sunita, relax," Hareeta chuckled gently. "Let Rajeev enjoy the party. He should socialize freely and meet other people."

My mother reluctantly agreed. "Alright, alright. But please, be careful Rajeev"





I approached Priya. She was gracefully attending to the guests, her movements efficient and effortlessly charming. 

She was dressed in a long, bright grey outfit, that hugged her figure. She was stunning, radiant in her beauty. I felt a surge of intense admiration.














JUST LOOK AT HER ROUND ASS. I CAN'T BELIEVE I FUCKED THIS ASS OF PRIYA UNTIL SHE SHITTED ON MY DICK.





















"Hello Priya, congratulations to your parents on their anniversary," I said, approaching her.

"Thank you so much Rajeev," she replied with a bright smile. "It's wonderful to see you here."

"I'm very happy for them. They seem wonderfully happy together."

"They are," she smiled. "They’ve had their challenges, of course, but they’ve persevered and grown stronger through the years."

"You know," I began, emboldened by a sudden rush of feelings, "one day, I hope to celebrate my own anniversary, just like them."

Her eyes widened slightly. "Do you mean...you intend to marry me?" she asked, surprise evident in her voice.

"Yes Priya, you know I loved all your holes, and how tight they are" I said firmly. "I'm serious, Priya." I had to tell her that I was serious, despite the potential problems that might arise.

"But…Rahul," she whispered, a frown creasing her brow. "My boyfriend, Rahul. He would be terribly hurt. I don't want to hurt him, Rajeev, what we did is wrong and it should end"

"You shouldn't let him dictate your happiness," I stated, my tone earnest. 

"You should be with someone who truly makes you happy, someone who respects you and cherishes you. And that person is me" I wanted her to understand that her happiness should be the priority, not Rahul's feelings.

"I know," she agreed softly. "But I don't want to hurt him. He's been a good friend. I don't want to hurt the feelings of someone close to me."

"Priya," I replied, trying to calm her down. "You already hurt him on your birthday; that night that you enjoyed with me. We are meant to be Priya, can't you see?"

Her eyes flashed with anger. "We shouldn't even be talking about this," she hissed, her voice sharp. "It was a mistake. A mistake made out of curiosity, confusion, and intoxication."

"It was not a reflection of my true feelings for him. It doesn’t change the fact that I have feelings for him, and I don't want to intentionally cause pain.", She added.

She was deeply upset, the memories of that night stirring up conflicting emotions. But for me, that night when I fucked her inside Arjun Sir's Rollys Royce will forever be imprinted in my brain.

"Why not?" I pressed, pushing gently for her to express her feelings.

"Because," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "because it was a moment of weakness, a mistake. It doesn’t define my feelings for him, or change the kind of person I am. You made me do it." 

She wasn't ready to confront her feelings for me yet.





I complimented Priya on her beauty. "Just forget about that day then, but Priya, you look absolutely stunning tonight. That attire really suits you; it brings out the best in you."

"You're even more beautiful than usual Priya"

"Thank you," she replied, a blush rising on her cheeks. "That's very kind of you to say Rajeev. I'm glad you think so, I wasn't sure about this dress initially, but I'm happy you approve." 

She seemed flustered by the compliment but also genuinely pleased. Her eyes darted around, and I could tell she was nervous and somewhat unsure of herself, perhaps because of the risk we were taking.

My gaze drifted to her bedroom door, a subtle suggestion playing on my mind. I turned back to her, leaned in close, and whispered conspiratorially, 

"Come on, Priya. Let's go to your room. Just for a little while. I have something I want to show you."

"What do you want to show me?, I don't want your games Rajeev, my parents are here," she whispered back, her voice barely audible, her eyes wide with alarm. 

"And your parents are here too. It wouldn't be right, and I don't want to do anything that will cause any trouble or embarrassment for either of us or our families." 

She expressed her concern clearly, demonstrating her sense of responsibility and her apprehension about the potential consequences of her actions.

"We'll be quick," I insisted, my tone urgent. "No one will even notice. It will only take a few minutes, I promise. We can be secretive, and no one will ever know." 

I was trying to pressure her, to appeal to her impulsive nature, hoping to overcome her apprehension.

"No," she said firmly, shaking her head. "It's not appropriate. It's simply not the right time or the right place. I also don't want to rush into anything or feel pressured to do anything that I'm not entirely comfortable with." 

She was adamant about the inappropriateness of the situation and emphasized her desire to avoid feeling pressured.

I looked into her eyes, searching for an answer, and asked, "Priya, do you love me? Because it seems to me that if you did, you would find a way to be with me. You wouldn’t hesitate; you would make it happen." 

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions and expectations.

"Why do you ask that?" she countered, her voice filled with apprehension. "Is this some kind of test Rajeev? I'm not sure I understand why you're asking me this now."

"What is it that you want from me, exactly?" Her uncertainty was clear. She was taken aback by the directness of the question and was trying to decipher my intentions.

"Because," I said, trying to explain my actions, "if you love me, you wouldn’t hesitate to sneak away with me. You wouldn't let this opportunity slip away."

"You would want to be with me Priya, even if it’s just for a short while, wouldn't you?" I tried to justify my behavior and pressure her into following my wishes.

She remained silent, her expression unreadable. I leaned closer, my voice a low murmur against her ear. "If you love me, meet me in your bedroom. I'll be waiting for you there."

"Just think about it; it would be a secret between us."

Leaving her standing there, conflicted and uncertain, I headed towards her bedroom, slipped inside, and locked the door. The room smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla, a sweet, feminine scent that heightened my anticipation. 

It was a comforting and familiar scent that I'd come to associate with her. I waited, my heart pounding in my chest, for what felt like a very long time.

Finally, the door opened cautiously. Priya peeked around, her eyes scanning the hallway, making sure no one was watching before she carefully entered, closing the door behind her with a soft click. 

She seemed to be very concerned about getting caught and very careful to make sure no one was looking.

Before she could even turn around, I pounced, my arms encircling her from behind. I kissed her neck, my lips lingering there, savoring the softness of her skin. 

The warmth of her skin against mine heightened my excitement, making me even more eager for intimacy.

"Calm down," she said, her voice slightly breathless. "Please, be careful. Someone might hear us, and that would create quite a problem for both of us aahahh ssshho oooohhhh"

"Rajeev, aaahhhh my parents would be utterly furious, and I don’t want to create a scene, or get into trouble." 

She expressed her concern clearly while she moaned in pleasure, demonstrating her sense of responsibility and her apprehension about the potential consequences of her actions.

"I can't," I breathed against her ear. "I've been waiting for this moment all night. I've thought about this all day, and I just can’t control myself anymore. I need you. Priya" 

I was trying to justify my behavior, explaining my overwhelming desire to be close to her.

I turned her around to face me, my hands cupping her cheeks. I kissed her lips, a deep, passionate kiss that left us both breathless. She responded instinctively.

Her hands finding their way into my hair, holding my head close as our lips met again and again. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed us both; we were swept away by the passion.

"When I finish schoool," I whispered against her lips, "I'm going to marry you. We'll have our own place, and we can do whatever we want, whenever we want." 

The statement felt powerful, bold, and full of hope.

"Stop dreaming," she said, pulling away slightly. "That's a very nice thought, but it's not realistic right now. We need to be much more careful, and it would be unwise for us to make any plans that are so far into the future."

"We have to focus on the present, Rajeev, don't get me in trouble" 

Her voice was soft, yet firm, indicating that she had little faith in my aspirations and was also reminding me of the realities of our situation.

"Get down on your knees," I commanded, "and take off my dick from my trousers."

Without hesitation, she obeyed, dropping to her knees, her hands quickly unbuckling my trouser. My dick sprang free, and she recoiled slightly, showing a brief moment of reluctance.

"Eeww," she exclaimed, her nose wrinkling. "It really stinks! It’s so strong. What is that awful smell?" She expressed her revulsion clearly, emphasizing how unpleasant the odor was.

"It stinks because of your shit when I fucked your ass, I think it clung onto my dick," I explained, my voice low and intense. 

The scent of her shit on my pants was driving me wild, and I wanted to share that sensation with her.

"You didn't take a bath? It stinks, and you want me to suck it?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. 

"Seriously? You think this is a good idea? After that smell? Really?" She was clearly shocked by my proposition and struggling to understand my reasoning.

"Yes," I confirmed, my eyes fixed on her, determined to proceed with my plan.

"No," she said, pushing herself back. "I absolutely cannot do that. I can't, even if you're serious. The smell is far too overwhelming. It’s far too strong for me, I just can’t. You are a pervert and dirty person Rajeev" 

She was expressing her revulsion clearly, emphasizing how unpleasant and overwhelming the odor was.

"What's happening?" I asked, confused by her sudden reluctance.

"I can't taste it," she said, her voice strained. "The smell is far too intense, it’s overpowering. I physically cannot bring myself to do it, even if I wanted to." 

She was trying to justify her refusal, emphasizing the physical reaction the smell was causing.

"Why not? It's your shit, and you love my dick, don't you?. This is the perfect climax, the ultimate culmination of our passion. It's supposed to be a shared experience." 

I was trying to persuade her, arguing that it should be a shared experience.

"The smell…" she stammered. "It's too strong. I'm overwhelmed by it, I find it utterly disgusting. I just can’t." She was still emphasizing the overpowering nature of the smell.

"Are you going to leave me hungry?" I asked, my tone hardening slightly.

"What do you mean?" she asked, clearly confused by my sudden shift in demeanor. She was clearly concerned and apprehensive about my increasingly forceful behavior.

"Hungry for your body, for your touch, for you. I'm craving your intimacy, the intensity of our connection. It's a burning desire within me. I desperately need to be close to you." 




I was trying to explain my overwhelming desire.

"Not today," she pleaded, her eyes wide with fear. "My parents could walk in at any moment. This really isn't safe or appropriate. We really need to be careful"

"We could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out about this." 

She was emphasizing the risk and the potential consequences of our illicit actions.

"I can't leave you," I said, my voice urgent. I grabbed her from behind, pinning her against the wall, her back pressed against the cool surface. 

My tone was serious and inflexible, indicating that I wasn't going to give up.

"What are you doing?" she asked, alarm rising in her voice. "What is it that you want to do Rajeev, let me go" She was expressing fear about my intentions.

"I'm going to fuck your asshole again," I growled, my voice low and menacing. I was focused on what I wanted; I didn't care about her apprehension. My determination was unwavering.

"No," she protested, shaking her head vehemently. "I don't want to do something so filthy, so degrading, Rajeev let me go, I will not tell you again."

"I don't want to do anything that will leave me feeling dirty or ashamed like the other night" 

She was emphasizing her aversion to this particular act, because she was afraid of shitting herself during anal sex like she did last time when I fucked her asshole.

"Why not?" I asked, already unfastening her trouser. "Why are you resisting so strongly? What is it that you're so afraid of?" I sought to understand the source of her resistance.

"It's not right. I don't like doing filth. It's not the right time. We're in a very vulnerable position right now, and there are too many risks. My parents could come in at any second", she said.

"And I'm scared of the possible consequences." Her resistance was stiffening, yet there was still a tinge of curiosity and uncertainty in her voice.

Ignoring her pleas, I removed her panties. I positioned my dick against her tight asshole, ignoring her protests. My intention was to proceed decisively; the opportunity was there, and I wasn't going to let it slip away.

"Please, no, Rajeev stop this now, I demand you, stop this, don't fuck my ass" she begged, her voice laced with desperation. 

"I don’t like that. It’s uncomfortable, it’s filthy, and I've already made it clear that I'm not comfortable with that particular activity."

"Stop Rajeev." She was expressing her aversion to this particular act and appealing to my memory of the previous unpleasant encounter.

"Shut up," I snarled, my resolve firm. "This is what I want, and this is what we're going to do. I don't want to hear anymore resistance." I spat on my dick to lubricate it.

With force, I guided my dick into her asshole.

She screamed, a high-pitched, desperate cry of pain and protest: "Aaargh! No! No! Stop it! It hurts! It's so painful; please stop! Get this out of here!" 

Her screams filled the small room, echoing her distress and fear. I was fearful if her screams could be heard in the guest room and the hallway.

I leaned in, whispering into her ear, "Your asshole feels so good. So tight, so warm. This is such a unique experience; this is what makes it so exhilarating. This is the closest I can get to you Priya."

"Why are you doing this to me? Aaahhhh oooooooooohhhhh" she sobbed. "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you hurting me like this?" Her screams continued, expressing her deep distress and overwhelming pain.



"Because I want you," I said, my voice hard. "I want you so badly, I don't want you to be with that imbecilic Rahul and I'm taking what I want. This will be a memory we will never forget."

"This is our moment; whether you like it or not, this is what will become part of our history." I was determined to press on with my intentions.

I continued to move my cock in and out of her asshole, ignoring her pleas and her screams. "Aaargh! No! Please…stop…it hurts! It’s so painful, I can’t take this anymore! Please…don’t… ouch ooohh!" 

Her voice was choked with tears and pain, her words struggling to escape as she continued to express her suffering.

"Did you go to the toilet earlier to shit?" I asked her, ignoring her protests. I was determined to control the situation and ignore her pleas.

"Stop asking me that! aaahhh oooohh" she screamed, her body writhing against my grip as I pushed further inside her sweet asshole. 

"It's irrelevant, and it's making me feel worse. Why are you even bringing that up Rajeev? You're making it harder for me to handle this." Her frustration and fear were evident.

I forced my dick further in. "Answer me!" I roared.

"Ouch ouch ouch easy easy aahhhhh Ok Ok Ok Yes! I went to shit earlier" she shrieked, her voice barely a whisper amidst her sobs.

"Then don't worry," I said, my voice almost gentle, "you won’t get dirty with shit like last time. It’ll all be clean. It's all going to be fine." 

I tried to offer reassurance, attempting to calm her down, while continuing to pursue my own desires.


I began to pump in and out of her asshole, holding her firmly against the wall. The rhythm was intense, the pressure building with each thrust. The heat of her skin against mine was intoxicating.

"Do you like it…in your asshole Priya?" I asked, my voice husky with exertion and desire. 

"Kya yeh kuch aisa hai jiska aap anand le rahe hain? Main jaanne ke liye utsuk hoon ki aap kaisa mahsus kar rahe hain; yeh ek kaafi asamaanya anubhav hai, hai na?" 

(Is this something you're enjoying? I'm curious to know how you're feeling; it's a rather unusual experience, isn't it?" 

I wanted to gauge her pleasure, to understand her reaction to this unconventional intimacy.

"Mujhe yeh pasand hai." she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. "Aage badhte raho fuck my asshole…harder…deeper…Yeh itna shaktishaali mahsus hota hai, maine isse pehle kabhi aisa anubhav nahi kiya. aahhh"

"It's both strange and incredibly stimulating." The words were a mix of breathlessness and intense satisfaction; her response was surprisingly enthusiastic.

The fact that my friend's girlfriend was not only tolerating but actively encouraging me to fuck her asshole filled me with a strange sense of pride. The warmth inside her asshole was incredible, a moist heat that felt intensely intimate and strangely compelling. 



Dear friends, I didn't understand my attraction to this forbidden act of asshole fucking, this unconventional intimacy, but I accepted it as a part of who I was, a darker side I hadn't previously known existed.

It was a side that was both exciting and filthy. I knew Arjun Sir's influence was behind this; he had introduced me to this unusual filthy practice, and it had ignited something forbidden within me.



Priya's shouts filled the room, a mix of pleasure and pain: "Oh god…yes…harder…ugh…it feels so…strange…but…good…oh god…I can't believe this is happening. My asshole is burning; I'm not sure I can handle it"

"But I don't want it to stop. Fuck my ass ooooohhhhhh yesssss ooh Rajeev your dick feels so good in my asshole." Her cries were a mixture of intense sensation and shock at this unexpected, boundary-pushing experience.


"Keep quiet," I told her, but she couldn't control her cries. The intensity of the sensation was overwhelming her; the pleasure was so intense that it was hard for her to contain herself. 

"We don't want anyone to hear us. If someone finds out, we'll be in a lot of trouble," I added, trying to make her focus on the potential consequences.

After what felt like an eternity, approximately ten minutes, she pulled my hands away from her mouth. "I'm going to cum in your asshole!" 

I told Priya, her body convulsing. "Oh my god…I didn't think it would feel like this. This is intense; I'm completely overwhelmed by the sensations. I am also cumming"

"Me too," I said, my own release imminent. "Spread your asscheeks wider. This is the final moment, the climax of this experience. Let's cum together Priya; let's embrace this intense moment." 

I cued her: "One…two…three…" and we both cummed simultaneously.

She also orgasmed as well as soon as I filled her asshole with my cum. The contrast between the two sensations was intense, both exhilarating and strange. 

"Get it out, get your dick out of m asshole Rajeev" she said, her breathing ragged, her body trembling from the intensity of the experience.

"Are you going to pour my sperms in the toilet?" I asked, wanting to add another element to this unusual experience. "Or do you have another plan in mind?" 

I wanted to see how far we could push this unconventional act.

"Of course," she replied, still catching her breath. "What else would I do with it? It's messy, it's unpleasant; I wouldn't want to spill it on my hands or my clothing." 

She was still trying to process what had just happened.

"I have an idea," I said, a mischievous glint in my eye. "What if we did something a little different? Something unexpected? It's an experiment; are you willing to try something new?" 

I wanted to push her boundaries further.

She looked at me, stunned. "What?" she asked, genuinely curious despite her initial revulsion. "What kind of idea are you talking about? Are you suggesting something different?"

"Don't pour it out. Hold my sperms in your asshole inside until tomorrow," I said, explaining the unusual proposition. 

"It's an experiment; I think you can hold it in your asshole Priya, but I think it could be interesting. It's an opportunity to explore something new and test boundaries."

"Are you crazy? Are you completely out of your mind? That's absolutely ridiculous! I'm not that kind of girl! That's absolutely disgusting; I would never do something so reckless and foolish!" 

Her reaction was a mixture of disbelief, shock, and revulsion.

"Try it Priya, don't be so difficult," I insisted. "What's the benefit? Why should I even consider this?" 

She asked, genuinely curious despite her initial revulsion. "I need to understand your reasoning before I'm willing to do something this unconventional."

"You'll feel…different, I just want my sperms to sleep inside your asshole" I said, unable to fully articulate the unique sensation. 

"It will be a new experience; this will help you to explore a new side of yourself. It will be something we can share, something that will connect us in a unique way."

"My panties will get dirty," she protested. "I'm very particular about cleanliness, and this is simply too unhygienic; I would hate the idea of ruining my panties." 

She was trying to come up with practical reasons to refuse.

"No, as long as you clench your asshole and tighten it," I said, explaining how to control the release. "It’s about maintaining control of your asshole, managing the experience."

"Why are you teaching me this kind of filthy behavior?" she asked, her voice laced with disgust. "Why are you trying to get me to do something that makes me so uncomfortable? Why are you pushing me in this direction?" 

She was genuinely confused and concerned by my actions.

"Because it's…a filthy but very good experience," I replied, still aroused. "It's a different kind of intimacy; it's something unique. This is about pushing limits and creating a bond that goes beyond the normal."

"I've never met such a filthy person like you in my life," she exclaimed, her voice filled with both outrage and a hint of fascination. 

"This is simply beyond my comprehension; I've never encountered someone so concerned about filth"

"That's because you haven't met me before," I retorted, a smirk playing on my lips. I enjoyed her reactions; it was a thrill to push her boundaries, to test her limits. 

"This is something new; let's do something different. This is how we'll create our own unique story."

"Get your dick out of my asshole!" she shouted, her voice strained with a mixture of revulsion and exhaustion. My dick was still buried inside her asshole.


"I've had enough of this; this is far too intense, and I'm completely exhausted. I'm ready for this to be over."

"Remember to hold it in. Don't spill it, tighten your asshole" I warned, slowly withdrawing my dick from her asshole. The slow withdrawal was intentional, designed to prolong the sensation and heighten the anticipation. 

She flinched as I pulled back, and she shouted, "Faster! My shit will spill on the floor! I don't want to make a mess; I need you to be careful!"

She quickly clenched her asshole, but there wasn't much shit in her asshole left; she'd been to the toilet earlier. My dick had no shit on it either, butonly the faint scent of her shit in the air. 

But I wanted some of the mixture to drip on the floor; it was part of my twisted plan.

I pulled out quickly; some of my sperm and a bit of her shit dripped on the floor. It was a satisfying, albeit perverse, moment. I knew exactly what I was doing, and it was both exciting and slightly unnerving.

"You idiot!" she yelled, wiping the floor with her panties. "Why didn't you warn me, and why did you do that?! That was incredibly inconsiderate, messy, and utterly disgusting!"

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" She was visibly upset by the mess and by my deliberate actions.

I sat on the bed, watching her. "Since you released on your pants too, are you going to walk around the hallway like that? You will smell like shit, hahahaha" 


I was teasing her, and enjoying her embarrassment and frustration.

"No," she snapped, "I'm going to change. I need to clean myself up; I'm utterly disgusted by what just happened. This has been the most unpleasant experience of my life."

She grabbed a fresh pair of panties. Then, unexpectedly, she came near me. "Let me wipe your dick for you," 

She said, her tone still laced with anger, but a surprising gentleness underlay her actions. She started cleaning my dirty dick with her panties.

"My romantic Priya," I whispered, admiring her unexpected gesture. "You'd make such a good wife…so submissive, so willing to attend to my needs. You're so much more than I had imagined."

"Don't flatter yourself," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "You're disgusting, and I'm still completely shocked and disgusted by what you've done."

"I still can't believe this actually happened. I need to get away from you."

Then, she ran to the bathroom. "Don't you dare release my cum in the toilet!" I shouted after her. I didn't want her to lose any of my sperms.

"I won't!" she yelled back, already in the bathroom. "I'll do what I have to do. But I want you to know that I'm never going to forget this. I'm never going to forgive you." 

Her words were dripping with resentment.

I buckled my trousers and left Priya's bedroom and went back to the hall way. I found my parents seated together, the guests were now dancing.

It was the height of the anniversary celebration; couples twirled and swayed, lost in the music. Yet, my parents remained seated, observing the festivities from a distance. 

I approached them, feeling a knot of unease tightening in my stomach. "Mom, Dad, why aren't you two dancing?" I asked, my voice a little too loud. 

The question felt intrusive, somehow out of place amid the swirling dancers and festive music.

My mother sighed, her gaze drifting towards Arjun Sir and Hareeta, who were locked in an embrace on the dance floor. "Frankly, I'm not in the mood for dancing. This whole atmosphere is a bit…overwhelming. I'd rather sit and observe," 

My mom added, her voice laced with a subtle bitterness I couldn't ignore. The excuse sounded unconvincing, and her forced smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

My father, his eyes slightly bloodshot, mumbled, "Yeah, a bit tired. Need to rest my feet. Been standing all evening." His excuse was weak and unconvincing; I knew my dad loved to dance. 

It was obvious he was trying to avoid my mother's obvious displeasure.

A few meters away, Arjun Sir and Hareeta were dancing, their bodies intertwined, a picture of marital bliss. It was glaringly obvious; my mother's reluctance to dance wasn't about fatigue or discomfort. 


It was jealousy to see Hareeta with Arjun Sir. Her eyes kept looking at Arjun Sir and Hareeta, fixated on their closeness. 

My mom looked profoundly unhappy, a stark contrast to the jovial atmosphere around her. Her expression was a mixture of resentment, anger, and longing.

I decided to confront her. "Mom, are you okay? You seem upset. Is it because you're not dancing?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

She forced a smile, a strained expression that betrayed her true feelings. "I'm fine, bata. Just a little tired, that's all. Don't worry about me." 

Her voice was tight, her words carefully chosen, each syllable betraying her discomfort.

My father, sensing the tension, excused himself, moving to chat with some acquaintances. He seemed acutely aware of his wife's disinterest and discomfort. 

My mother, left alone with me, furiously tapped her phone, her eyes darting back to Arjun Sir and Hareeta, who were still dancing. Her gaze never left them. 

My mother's lust for Arjun Sir was no secret anymore; it was clear. She didn't want any woman near him, not even his wife. 

This wasn't the mother I knew, the devout, religious woman who preached about fidelity and the sanctity of marriage. This woman was consumed by her obsession & lust for Arjun Sir; she had been completely changed.

The anniversary celebrations finally ran down around 10 pm. Guests began to depart, their laughter and chatter slowly fading into the night. Hareeta, with Arjun Sir at her side, approached our family.

"It was so lovely to see you all here," Hareeta said, her voice warm and genuine. "Thank you for coming to celebrate with us. It means a lot to Arjun and me." 

She flashed a bright, happy smile; it was clear how much she loved her husband.

"It was a wonderful evening," my father replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. 

"The food was delicious, the music was great, and it was lovely to celebrate with you both." He tried to sound cheerful but his forced cheerfulness was obvious.

"Yes, it was a wonderful celebration," I added, echoing my father's sentiment. "We're glad we could be here for your special day."

My mother's response was curt. "It was…fine," she said, her voice flat, her eyes still lingering on Arjun Sir. 

Arjun Sir winked at her, but she didn't react; the anger and resentment were clearly visible on her face. It was a shocking sight, my mother’s blatant response to her lover’s attention.

We took a taxi home, the silence in the car heavy with unspoken tension. My mother seemed even angrier; her mood hadn't improved. She didn't like how Hareeta was dancing with her lover, Arjun Sir.

As we entered the house, my father, attempting to restore some semblance of normalcy, asked, 

Dad: "Honey, what's wrong? You've been like this all evening. You're unusually quiet and you keep sighing. Is something bothering you?" 

He put down his coat, concern etched on his face. He genuinely wanted to know what was troubling her. He told me to go to my room. I went to my room but I hid and listened to them.

Mom: "What's wrong? What do you think is wrong, Arvind? You're so annoying sometimes, it's infuriating. I'm in a mood, that's what's wrong. Is that so hard to understand?" 

She turned away, her back stiff with barely controlled anger.

Dad: "But you're acting... different. Is it something I did? Did I do or say something to upset you?" He tried to approach her, but she flinched away.

Mom: "You? Upset me? Don't be ridiculous. It's not you, it's me. I'm just... having a bad day, okay? So leave me alone for once." 

Dad: "No, something's clearly wrong my love. You're not acting like yourself at all. Please, tell me what's happening." 

He was worried.

Mom: "I told you! It's none of your business! You're always so nosy! Honestly, sometimes I wonder why I even bother being married to such a clueless, insensitive man." 



Dear friends, this wasn’t my mom. The way she spoke to Dad… it’s just not her. She was usually so loving and kind, a true reflection of our faith, but lately, she's been… different. 

I know why; she's secretly seeing Arjun sir, and I think things went wrong with him. That's why she's pouring anger on Dad. A strange sense of excitement washed over me as I watched them argue.

It confirmed what I'd suspected, Mom's feelings for Arjun sir. The simmering tension at home finally boiled over, and despite the ugliness of the fight, a small part of me felt a sense of good.








She glared at him, her eyes blazing. Her voice was sharp, cutting, and dripping with disdain.

Dad: "This isn't like you, Sunita. You're usually... more communicative. Please just talk to me." He reached for her hand, but she pulled it away, her expression hardening further.

Mom: "Communicative? You want communicative? Fine! I'm absolutely, positively, and utterly sick of your incessant need to know everything about my life! So leave me the hell alone."

"I need some space." She stormed out of the room, leaving Dad alone and utterly bewildered. 

She slammed her purse onto the table, the sound echoing in the suddenly silent house. Then, she stormed off to the bathroom, leaving my father and me standing there, stunned by the outburst.

I had never seen my mother act this way, consumed by jealousy over another man. 

It was a betrayal of everything I thought I knew about her, a shattering of the image of the devout, moral woman I had grown up with. She had completely changed; this was a different woman entirely.

After some time, my father cautiously approached her in the bathroom. He begged for forgiveness, for some understanding, but my mother remained silent, her anger unyielding. 

She emerged from the bathroom, changed into a satin dress. It was an unexpected transformation; she was clearly trying to put on a brave face. Her mind was filled with Arjun Sir.

She went to the kitchen and started cooking. She was putting on a brave face, but underneath that polished surface was raw, uncontrollable emotion.

My family was breaking, and the architect of this destruction was Arjun Sir. My mother's obsession with him was tearing our family apart; it was a slow, agonizing process of self-destruction. 

The happy, loving family I had always known was disappearing, replaced by tension, betrayal, and quiet hostility. It was a exciting, tragic transformation.

That night, after I ate supper, I went to my bedroom, I called Priya.

"Hey, Priya," I said, my voice low. "It's me."

"Hey," she replied, her voice sleepy. "What's up? Why are you calling this late?"

"I love you," I blurted out. "Tell me you love me, too."

"That's…a bit sudden," she said, her voice cautious. "I’m not sure what to say to that."

"I loved fucking your smelly asshole Priya," I said, ignoring her hesitation. "Tell me you loved it too."

"That was…disgusting," she admitted. "But…yes. I did. It was intensely strange, but I did enjoy it."

"It was an experience that was completely unexpected and that is why it was both strange and exciting. It gave me a unique kind of sensation."

"Are you telling the truth?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"Yes," she confirmed. "You were very intense; it was an experience that was both exhilarating and unnerving. It was something completely new, something outside of my comfort zone."


"My boyfriend Rahul has never done that to me. The sensations were intense and unexpected. Why do you love my ass so much?" she asked.

"Because of the fatness," I confessed. "The way it felt, so full, so…tight. The intensity of the sensation was truly amazing. It was an unique experience."

"You naughty boy," she giggled. "That’s why you love my ass, because of the fatness?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's just…different. I used to gaze at you when you walked, shaking your sexy round ass"

"I need to tell you something that might disappoint you," she said, her voice becoming serious. 

"I couldn’t hold your sperms in my asshole. I had to go to the toilet to shit it out. I couldn't manage it; my asshole wasn't prepared for it. My asshole just wouldn't allow me to hold it in."

"Why?" I asked.

"Your sperms was too much," she explained. "It was an overwhelming amount. It was an uncomfortable and intense sensation. I couldn’t control it; my asshoole just rejected it and shitted it out."

"It doesn't matter," I said. "I already fucked your asshole for the second time. That’s what matters."

"You turned me into some kind of…naughty, filthy person," she said, laughing.

"I love being naughty," I admitted. "I will also make you a naughty girl and I will make you leave that bastard boyfriend of yours called Rahul"

"Send me some pictures," I said, hoping to lighten the mood.

"No," she said firmly. "That's not something I'm comfortable with. I'm not that type of girl."

"I can't sleep without them," I insisted.

"What kind of pictures?" she asked, suspicious.

"Naughty ones," I said.

"No!" she exclaimed. "I'm a religious girl. I'm not going to share those type of pictures with you. Absolutely not."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I'm religious," she repeated, emphasizing that she adheres to strict moral principles. "It’s against my principles to share those types of images. I have a moral code, and I try to stick to it."

"Just normal ones, then," I pleaded.

She finally relented, sending a few casual photos. It wasn't what I'd hoped for, but at least it was something.









SHE ALSO SENT ME THIS VIDEO. THIS IS HER REAL VIDEO BENDING OVER. I CAN'T BELIEVE I FUCKED THAT ASS. I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE I FUCKED THAT SMELLY SHITTY ASSHOLE.

AAAARRGGHHH!!!

[nadia]

Just fucking a girl or making her ur bitch doesn't mean mission accomplished... Her character shd be changed..reputation need to be damaged..her interest on her body and character shd be abolished... Next time when some guy sees her they shd nt have any sex interest on her... Then we can say mission accomplished

That's y guy's who fuck a woman make them pregnant or make them gain weight, have big ass and make them look like fat pig... This is wat real completion of a woman by a man is ....

Not always. Reputation can be demolished in variety of ways. But I get your point. Nonetheless, Priya's reputation, if you read from previous session, has COMPLETELY digressed from her religious norms.

However, stay tuned for the next update tomorrow!

[nadia]

CONTINUATION





The next morning, I awoke and headed towards the sitting room, my usual routine. I found my parents already there; the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon wafted from the kitchen. 


My mother was sat on my father's lap, a scene that was both surprising and slightly unsettling. It was an unexpected sight; it was a scene I had never witnessed before. 

It was a scene very rare because all this time, my mom was only being fucked and sitting on Arjun Sir's lap.

From where I stood, it appeared she was attempting to reconcile with him after her angry quarrel the previous night, a clear attempt to smooth things over and restore a sense of normalcy.

I hesitated, unsure of how to approach the scene. It felt awkward and intrusive to just walk in. I decided to observe from a distance, hiding and listening to their conversation. 



Mom: (sitting comfortably on Dad's lap, with a playful smile on her face) Hey, my love. Are you still holding onto that grumpy look from last night, or did I manage to get extra cute overnight? 

Dad: (sipping his coffee, his arm wrapped gently around Mom's waist as he glances over at her) Well, the cute factor is definitely there, but I can’t just wipe the slate clean that easily. 

I mean, it’s hard to forget how you shouted at me last night. But really, why were you so angry last night? It felt more intense than usual.

Mom: (pouting lightly, her head on Dad's chest) Okay, fine. If you must know, it’s because you keep asking so many questions! Sometimes it feels like you’re trying to dissect every little thing I do. 

Plus, your overprotectiveness can get a bit suffocating. I just want to feel a little more relaxed, you know? A little free.

Dad: (sighs, putting his cup down and gently stroking Mom's hair) “I had no idea my concern was bothering you that much. I thought I was just trying to look out for you."

"But I get it; I guess I need to ease up a bit. It just comes from a place of love, but I see how it can come off the wrong way."

Mom: (snuggles into Dad's chest) “Exactly! And last night was just the tipping point. I promise I’ll try to be less reactive if you can promise to be a little less… intense with the questions."

"Let’s turn these misunderstandings into more playful conversations, just like we used to!”

Dad: (smiling down at Mom) “Playful conversations sound much better than interrogation. I guess a little light-heartedness could make things easier between us. By the way, I love how cozy you are on my lap.”

Mom: (winks, her eyes sparkling) “I love being cozy with you too. Maybe I’ll whip up my famous pancakes as a peace offering, and you can enjoy them with a side of playful banter."

"And don’t worry, I won’t bite too hard if you ask me too many questions this time. But I will bite your dick tonight on the bed, hehehe”

Dad: (chuckles, shaking his head) “Well, if we’re negotiating biting my dick recipes, I expect a generous portion of that charming pussy on the side. And I promise to be on my best behavior, with minimal interrogation. Deal?”

Mom: (nods, her head still on Dad's chest) “Deal! I’ll make sure to ride your dick with a sprinkle of sweetness and a dash of understanding."

"And let’s make a pact—no more lingering silence, only laughter and love from here on out!”

Dad: (smirks) “That sounds perfect! Just know that if I slip and ask too many questions, it’s only because I care. But I think I can keep things in check as long as you keep snuggling like this.”



After a while, their quiet conversation ended. I cautiously entered the sitting room, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Good morning, dear," my mother greeted me, a genuine warmth in her voice that surprised me. 

"Good morning, Mom," I replied, trying to maintain a natural tone despite the unusual morning scene and the slightly uneasy feeling lingering in the air. 

"Good morning, son," my father said, his voice a bit rougher than usual. "Sleep well? It’s a new day; hopefully it will be a better day than yesterday." 

He seemed eager to start fresh, to put the previous night's events behind them.

"Yeah, Dad, I slept well, thank you. And you? How did you sleep after the events of last night? I'm just curious; I'm hoping everything is okay"

 I replied, trying to sound relaxed, despite the tension still lingering in the air. My concern was genuine; I wanted my parents to be happy.

"I slept alright, son," he said, his voice more hesitant now. "Your mother...well, let's just say she kept me awake for a little while. It's all water under the bridge now though hehehe" 

The remark was indirect, carefully avoiding any explicit mention of their argument. It was an attempt to minimize the conflict and avoid unnecessary drama.

We talked about the anniversary, about the food, about the music – anything to avoid dwelling on the previous night's events. 

The conversation felt forced, yet there was a clear attempt to regain a sense of normalcy and family unity. 

While I spoke to my father, my mother busied herself in the kitchen, but I noticed her repeatedly glancing at her phone, quickly looking up to ensure we weren't watching her.

I knew exactly what she was doing. It had to be Arjun Sir, texting her, possibly wondering why she had been so distant at the anniversary, why she’d seemed so angry and withdrawn. 

The reconciliation with my father meant nothing; her heart, her emotions, were clearly still with Arjun Sir.

As she sectetly checked her phone, her face was pale, a stark contrast to the lively exterior she presented to us. It was obvious to me that her mind was far away; her heart was not with us; her loyalties were divided.

I excused myself and went to have a bath. I needed to clear my head, to process the complex emotions swirling within my family, and to prepare myself for the day ahead.

When I emerged from the bathroom, refreshed and ready for the day, my father was preparing to leave for a meeting before his upcoming trip.

"Jaya called," my mother announced, "She needs help with some shopping, and she specifically asked for me. So I'm going with her; it will be nice to get out of the house for a little while." 

"Okay, Mom," I said, trying to keep my voice neutral. "That's perfectly fine. You two seem to get along well; it sounds like a nice outing for the two of you." 

It was clear to me what this was about; I had known this all along. I wished I could say something, but I knew it would be futile. It was better to stay silent; there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"Sounds good," my father agreed, trying to remain calm and maintain a semblance of normalcy. He was clearly uncomfortable with the prospect of his wife spending time outside. 

My dad was polite, and maintained a calm exterior, yet underneath I could sense the unrest and the brewing tension. He was clearly uneasy, but there was also resignation, and a forced acceptance of what was happening.

I went to my room to change, planning to visit Priya again and probably fuck her pussy.

As my mother emerged from her bedroom, she was transformed. She was wearing a light purple dress, short, barely reaching her upper knees. It was a striking contrast to her usual modest clothing. 

It revealed almost half of her thighs, and the overall look was strikingly revealing, bordering on provocative. It was a shocking transformation; this was a different woman, a woman I barely recognized.









She entered the sitting room, approaching my father, who was still gathering his things. "How do I look?" she asked, her voice betraying a mix of confidence and apprehension. 

She was clearly seeking his approval, yet the undercurrent of defiance was unmistakable. It seemed she had made up her mind, and she was seeking validation.

My father looked up, startled by her appearance. "You…you look…nice," he stammered, his voice unsure. He was caught off guard; he clearly wasn't prepared for this dramatic change in her appearance. 

He tried to find words that wouldn’t be confrontational, yet he was clearly uncomfortable. Deep down, he was deeply unhappy about her wearing something so revealing. He wasn't quite sure how to respond.

"Are you sure?" she pressed, her tone playful, yet suggestive. She was clearly seeking his approval.

"Yes," he said, forcing a smile. "You look…very…nice. It’s…different. A new look for you," he added, carefully choosing his words to avoid a quarrel. 

He knew a conflict would only escalate the tension and cause further damage. He was trying to maintain peace and avoid an unnecessary confrontation. He was clearly worried.

"I want to look beautiful," she explained. "I want to feel good about myself. It's important for me to feel confident and attractive. I'm going through a phase of self-discovery"

"I'm experimenting with my style." Her words carried a double meaning. 

She was both expressing a desire for beauty and hinting at the transformation she was experiencing outside of her marriage with non other than Arjun Sir.

It was a veiled reference to her feelings for Arjun.

"You always look beautiful to me," my father replied, but his eyes betrayed a deep-seated discomfort. He was worried about her decision to wear such a revealing outfit. 

He was worried about what might happen when she ventured outside the home in this attire, what kind of attention she might attract. He couldn't quite articulate his concern, yet he was deeply uneasy about this sudden change. 

He couldn't understand why she had suddenly started to dress in a so revealing manner.



"Goodbye, dear," my mother said, her voice light, almost breezy, as she stepped out of the house. 

She paused at the door, offering a fleeting smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, a smile that seemed more for show than genuine emotion. 

It was a quick, almost careless goodbye, a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil I knew she was experiencing.

"Bye, Mom," I replied, my tone even and controlled.

"See you later, dear," my father said, his tone subdued. It was clear he wasn't happy with her choice of attire, but he was trying to maintain a calm and controlled demeanor to avoid any further conflict. 

He had accepted the situation, but not without inner turmoil.

My mother's fat ass shook slightly as she waved goodbye; the gesture was subtly telling. The shakiness of her big ass wasn’t due to age or nervousness, but to the sheer intensity of the excitement.






A few minutes later, I left to visit Priya, my mind still preoccupied with the events unfolding at home. I felt a strange mix of anticipation and unease.

My phone buzzed; it was an unexpected call from Arjun Sir.

"Hello," he said, his voice a smooth baritone, surprisingly jovial. "How's the young man doing today?"

"Hi Arjun Sir," I replied, trying to keep my voice casual. I was surprised and slightly startled by the call. It was an unexpected phone call that put me on the defensive. "I'm doing fine. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm doing very well, thanks. And Priya? How is my sweet Priya?" he asked, his tone laced with a playful inquisitiveness. I was clearly being tested. I could sense the undercurrent of curiosity, maybe a hidden desire.

"She's amazing, Sir," I replied, a smile tugging at my lips. "She's doing great; she's smart, kind, and incredibly fun to be around. You've raised a truly wonderful daughter." 

I meant every word; Priya was truly exceptional. The praise was genuine, completely sincere.

"You make me very proud, my boy, Rajeev" he said, his voice now serious, deeply heartfelt. "You really do. You made me extremely happy." There was genuine affection in his tone.

"Why, sir? What did I do?" I asked, genuinely curious about his unexpected praise. It felt strange, unnerving, and deeply intriguing. I sensed a hidden depth behind his words.

"Last night, at my anniversary," he began, "I saw you…fucking Priya's asshole very hard. In her bedroom." His voice was calm, but there was an underlying tension in his words.

My mind reeled. "How…how did you see that?" I exclaimed, genuinely bewildered. 

How could he see us??; he was in the main hall, far from Priya's room. The whole situation was completely baffling; it seemed impossible.

"I have a hidden camera in Priya's bedroom," he revealed, his voice perfectly calm, devoid of any hint of guilt or embarrassment. "A small, discreet camera."

My astonishment was absolute. "Woow sir, why? would you do that?" I stammered, struggling to process the information. 

"I…I like to watch Priya sometimes, I love to see her naked" he confessed. 

"You know, when she's changing, getting ready. It gives me a sense of peace. I'm proud of her; she's my daughter, and it's nice to just keep track of her from time to time." 

His explanation was somewhat unconvincing, bordering on perversion. I knew there was more.

"You…you watch her…changing?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. The image was deeply unsettling. It was deeply inappropriate.

"Yes," he admitted, his voice devoid of remorse. "I love to watch her plump sexy ass, her sweet curves. There is something unique and appealing about her." 

He paused, then added, "It's a father's love; it's unique and incomparable. It’s a feeling of warmth and affection. She is my daughter. I simply enjoy watching her."

I was shocked. A father saying this about his daughter? It was deeply naughty, crossing the line into unhealthy obsession. 

Yet, I couldn't deny a strange, unsettling feeling of excitement. It was a strange cocktail of emotions.

"You’re a naughty man," I said, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. It was an awkward attempt to diffuse the tension.

"Perhaps," he chuckled. "But a loving father nonetheless. I just love to see Priya naked and also when she baths and also when she shits in the toilet; there is nothing wrong with that."

"Since when have you been doing this?" I asked, trying to maintain a calm exterior despite the turmoil within. It was disturbing yet strangely compelling.

"From way back" he confessed without hesitation. "I've installed a camera in her bedroom and bathroom long ago"

"Do you…do you have feelings for her?" I asked, the question hanging heavy in the air. The idea was both terrifying and strangely exciting.

"No, of course not," he said firmly. "But I love watching her; she’s like a work of art. There’s a sense of profound admiration that is hard to explain."

"I simply adore her curvy body, her youthful energy, her innocence."

"You're a good dad," I said, surprising even myself. It was a strange, twisted kind of admiration.

"Actually, I also have a secret recorder installed in my Rolls Royce," he said, shattering any remaining sense of normalcy. "I watched you and Priya…getting intimate, on her birthday party. "

I gasped, stunned into silence. "What??? Really??!!"

"The recorder is strategically placed; it’s designed to capture everything that happens in the back seat. It's discreet, high-resolution, and it has a wide-angle lens. The audio quality is exceptional."

"Did you…did you enjoy it?" I asked, a strange mix of curiosity and apprehension swirling within me.

"It was…interesting. It gave me a unique perspective. It allowed me to understand my daughter more. To understand her desires, her passions. I loved how you fucked her pussy and she moaned"

"Have you ever…rubbed your dick, thinking of Priya?" I asked, the question a culmination of my shocked curiosity.

There was a long pause. "A couple of times," he finally admitted, his voice low. "Sometimes the longing is very difficult to control."

"If you had the chance…would you fuck Priya's asshole?"

"No," he said immediately. "In my dreams, perhaps. But in reality? Absolutely not. She is my daughter. That would be wrong on so many levels."

"You know," he continued, "I congratulate you for fucking Priya’s asshole for me. I was tired of watching her ass, knowing that it hadn’t been fucked yet. It was driving me mad."

"Why? What does that even mean?" I asked, bewildered. This whole conversation was surreal.

"It means," he explained, "that you fulfilled a desire I couldn't fulfill myself. You know; it's forbidden, of course. I simply enjoy watching her naked, nothing more."

"But your actions...they satisfied a part of me that I couldn't act upon myself. I want my daughter to be a slut and a good whore"

"So, because I fucked her asshole twice, I have to fuck her three more times to make it five?" I questioned, still trying to process the oddness of the situation.

"Exactly," he said, a chuckle in his voice. "Five times; it's a magical number. It's a symbol of completeness. If you fuck her asshole 5 times wihout using her pussy, she will love you"

"But my dick smells like her shit," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"I know," he laughed. "The smell of your mother's shit is also on my dick. It smells really good even now"

"Why doesn’t the smell go away, even after washing with soap?" I asked, still amused.

"Because it's ingrained," he replied. "It's a deep, lingering scent. The memory of the sensations and emotions is too strong, too deep-seated. It is a feeling that stays with you."

"You actually love the smell of my mom's shit on your dick?" I asked, intrigued by his openness.

"Yes," he confessed. "It represents a secret pleasure, a forbidden desire. It's a reminder of something intimate, something forbidden yet deeply satisfying. It's a peculiar kind of satisfaction."

"I love the smell of Priya's shit on my cock too," I admitted.

"Hey can I ask, is your Mom mad at me?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I guess," I replied. "She was watching you dance with Hareeta last night. She looked so jealous."

"It was all part of the plan," he said. "To make her jealous, to make her desire me even more. The jealousy was good; a way to intensify her feelings towards me."

"I really love your mom. It was calculated, calculated to make her crave my attention. It is the ultimate expression of love."

"Very soon," Arjun Sir said, his voice low and conspiratorial, "your mother will leave your father. She'll move in with me. It's all but inevitable; it's just a matter of time."

"The process is well underway; we're both fully invested. It's only a matter of time now before she makes the final decision. It's an exciting development."

"Why?" I asked, a surge of excitement coursing through me. The thought of my mother leaving my father, of her abandoning her family for another man, filled me with a strange, exhilarating thrill. 

It was a shocking and audacious revelation. It seemed like a dream.

"Because she loves me," he replied simply, his tone laced with self-assurance. "It's something deep and profound; it's a love that transcends all boundaries"

"And it is because she loves my dick in her asshole."

"How soon?" I pressed, eager for more details. The anticipation was killing me.

"Very soon," he repeated, "but not so soon. We need to let things develop naturally; we don't want to rush it. We need to savor the moment"

I shifted the conversation, a new thought grabbing my attention. "What about the video? The video you recorded of me and Priya?" 

"That's why I called," he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I have something in mind, something…interesting."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. 

"I'm going to send you that video," he said, "and I want you to send it to Rahul."

A wave of shock washed over me. Rahul, Priya's boyfriend, would be furious if he saw that video. It was a reckless, possibly dangerous act. The consequences were potentially disastrous. 

"Why?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. 

"Because," he said, his tone hardening, "friendship means nothing. Pleasure is what matters. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. It is the pursuit of pleasure that dictates our actions"

His words struck a chord, stirring something deep within me. I'd always hated Rahul, his success, his effortless charm. 

Arjun Sir’s words were tapping into my own deep-seated resentment, fueling my desire for revenge and personal gain. He was subtly reminding me of my own plans to ruin Rahul's relationship with Priya. 

It was manipulation pure and simple.

"You want me to ruin their relationship?" I asked, the question hanging in the air, a heavy weight on my conscience. The statement was bold, provocative, and yet strangely appealing.

"Yes, ruin," he corrected. "Enhance. Enhance the drama, intensify the emotions. It’s all about pushing boundaries, exploring the darker side of human nature. It’s all part of the game."

"But…Rahul is my friend," I protested weakly. The act felt immoral, unethical. It felt deeply disturbing.

"Friendship is nothing, a tool to be used and discarded when it no longer serves a purpose. It's a fleeting thing, easily replaced. It's a temporary alliance."

"Pleasure, however, is everlasting. It’s enduring. It’s a feeling that stays with you long after the moment is gone."

He continued to weave his web of manipulation, painting a vivid picture of the benefits of destroying another person's happiness, of inflicting pain for personal gain. 


"Think of your mother," he said, his voice a smooth voice. "I'm in the process of ruining her relationship with your father, of taking her away from him. It's a process of manipulation"

A strange excitement began to bloom within me, a dark, intoxicating thrill at the prospect of destruction, of wielding power.

"Yes," I agreed, my voice echoing with newfound conviction. It felt liberating to abandon my moral compass. He had removed all inhibitions. I had found my newfound freedom. 

I had found a path to fulfilling my own desires.

"Send it now," he urged. "Send it today. Ruining other people's relationships is rewarding; it is inherently satisfying. It is a feeling of immense power, of complete control over another's emotions."

He used the example of his relationship with my mother, his calculated plan to break her marriage to my father, as a testament to the power of manipulating emotions and desires.

His words resonated deeply within me, igniting a sense of dark excitement and a desire for power.

"Yes, Arjun Sir," I replied, my voice filled with a strange sense of exhilaration.

"Now," he said, his tone more urgent. "Ruin your friendship with Rahul. Take Priya for yourself. It's a natural progression; it is an act of natural selection.:

"What do you value most? Your friendship with Rahul or your desire for Priya? Choose wisely. Only then can you begin to truly understand the depths of your emotions, desires, and your true motivations."

"Priya, Sir, I choose Priya, and I hate Rahul, I want to ruin his relationship, I hate him because he has Priya" I said without hesitation. My response was unwavering and resolute.

"And why?" he asked.

"Because she's beautiful, intelligent, and I feel a connection with her that I’ve never felt with anyone before. I am jealous."

"Good," he said, his voice approving. "Then follow my words. Do as I say. Destroy your friendship with Rahul; he is merely a stepping stone in your path towards greatness."

"He is nothing more than a means to an end. He is easily replaceable."





Dear friends, Rahul had been my best friend, always there for me, always ready to offer support and guidance. But now, none of that mattered. I wanted him gone away from Priya.

I wanted to destroy his happiness, to take everything from him. Arjun Sir’s influence had transformed me; I had undergone a a good change. I had become someone else.




"Send me the video," I said, my voice devoid of any remorse. My moral compass had spun wildly. I had lost my way. I had embraced the evil of Arjun Sir, my role model.





"You are a good boy," he said, his voice filled with praise. "You are learning fast. This is a triumph; this is a symbol of victory. This marks your ascension to the next level of understanding."

He sent the video, and I immediately forwarded it to Rahul.

I felt nothing. No guilt, no remorse, only a strange sense of pride, of satisfaction. Soon, Rahul's relationship would be over. Soon, I would have Priya. It felt good, very good. 

It was empowering to have control.

"Arjun Sir is a good person," I thought, a grin spreading across my face. "If it weren’t for his wisdom, I wouldn’t have gotten to fuck Priya in her pussy and asshole. 

He showed me that in life, lust, forbidden pleasures, and defying societal norms and expectations is what truly matters. It is a path towards self-discovery and liberation."

My mother, once a devoutly religious woman, was now the mistress of Arjun Sir. Immorality had conquered morality; the forbidden had triumphed over the sacred. 

Arjun Sir was right. He was an expert in human relations and being a pervert. I am also a pervert thank to him.

He was a master of manipulation. And I had learned at his feet, becoming a worthy disciple of hedonism. He had taught me the meaning of freedom and empowerment.

[nadia]

Waiting for next encounter of arjun sir fucking sunita...

They way you explain story in sons point of view is awesome...

Keep trilling scenes like when son returns from hospital after meeting dad he is shocked to see arjun sir still in home surprisingly and fucking her... His mom who told in beginning to visit her husband was so immersed in his fucking that she didn't even care to visit him... Keep scenes like son going home and surprised by something unexpected happening and developments...

At present she is in conflicting situation of her love to her husband and lust to manipulator arjun sir dick...
Waiting to see how arjun sir manages to get her divorced to arvind... Can arvind be able to take it...

Definitely. From now onwards, few twisted plots will occur. Stay Tuned!!

[nadia]

CONTINUATION





I put my phone away after talking to Arjun Sir. His words were still ringing in my ears. I decided to go see Aunty Jaya, Rahul's mom. I really, really hated Rahul but I just wanted to greet his mom.


Aunty Jaya has been a really nice family friend to us so I just thought let me go and say hi to her.

My mom was going to visit her later that day, but I wanted to get there first. Aunty Jaya lived nearby, and I knew Rahul would be at home because he was grounded.

That bastard was at his grandpa's place.

Aunty Jaya always kept her gate locked, with a fingerprint scanner. Only my mom and I could get in; she trusted us, she said. I knocked, but nobody answered. 

So I used my finger to open the gate. The house felt familiar; it hadn't changed much since my last secret visit when she was being fucked by Arjun Sir. 

The smell of her perfume, a mix of sweet and musky scents, still hung in the air. It was a heady, almost overwhelming scent. It was a very strong smell; it lingered in the air.

The house was quiet. I thought maybe she wasn't home. Then, in the living room, I saw a man's shoe, dark and fancy-looking. Next to it was a lacy bra, definitely Aunty Jaya's. 

And beside that, a man's shirt, crisp and white, but with lipstick kisses on the collar. I guessed it belonged to her husband, but I remembered Aunty Jaya's husband was on a trip.

I checked the kitchen; nobody was there. I looked in the backyard—nothing. Then, from upstairs, I heard it: it was a clear moaning sounds like, "aaahh oohh sshh yes yes yes"

Loud, clear moaning. I recognized those sounds; they were Aunty Jaya’s, just like when she was with Arjun Sir. I remembered them very well. The sounds were very distinct; they were unforgettable.

My heart pounded. She was having sex and someone was fucking her so hard no wonder she was screaming at the top of her lungs. But with who? 

Could her husband have come home early? I'm a pretty naughty kid, so I decided to find out. I really wanted to know what was going on. I needed to know. I like watching mature people having sex.

I went upstairs, trying to be quiet. Before I even reached her room, I heard her moaning again.

"Oh God…yes…oh yes… fuck my pussy ooooh yes your cock is so big and tasty ooooohhh" she moaned loudly, her voice all breathy. "Oh, that feels so good…harder…right there…it's amazing. Fucckkk meee!!!"

I was really shocked. This wasn't just a quick thing; this was serious. The sexual moment was wild. It was intense; it was passionate. It was a full-blown sexual fucking.

"I love the way you fuck my pussy," she gasped. "It makes me shiver. It's so intense; it feels so good. It's incredibly exciting."

"It's my pleasure, my dear," a man's voice answered, low and rough. "I'm enjoying this immensely. This is thrilling. Your pussy is exhilarating. It's incredibly satisfying."

"I've been waiting for this," she moaned. "I've waited so long. This feels so right. I've wanted this for ages. The anticipation has been unbearable."

I could not believe how lucky I was to know that aunty Jaya is being fucked by someone.

Jaya Aunty: "Secret moments? aaahhhh I hope you mean playful ones, because I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I can't stop thinking about your dick"

Man: "Definitely playful, but there’s something exciting about keeping it just between us. You’ve been on my mind too; it’s hard not to forget how sweet your pussy is"

Jaya Aunty: Aaahhh yessss "Charming, huh? Maybe I should suck your dick in your office each day"

Man: "I’d love that! Every suck is a reminder of how special you are to me."

Jaya Aunty: "Special, huh? aaahh sssssh aahh You might be making me blush even more if you keep this up."

Man: "Good! Blushing looks great on you. These secret moments make all the waiting worthwhile. Your pussy is so good, ride on my baby"

Jaya Aunty: "Well, if it keeps being this fun, I might just encourage more of your 'secret' behavior. ahha aahh ah ahhh eeeiiii"

Man: "Then I’ll make sure to keep it up. Every moment with you feels too precious to resist."

"And I, for you, my love," the man said, his voice just as excited. "This has been torture. I've been dreaming about this moment. I'm incredibly excited. I'm overwhelmed."

My heart was racing. I was getting closer to her bedroom. Just outside her door, I saw some lacy panties – definitely Aunty Jaya’s – and a pair of dark blue men’s boxers. 

Who was this guy? Who was making her scream like that? Had she gotten back together with her husband after cheating on him with Arjun Sir? It was possible, but the sounds didn't sound like that. 

The sounds were far too intense. Is this man really the husband of Jaya?

Then, I heard the man say, "I’ve been dreaming about fucking your pussy ever since I saw you when you picked Rahul up from schoool. You have tortured my mind. I cant eat or sleep"

"Oh, you remember," Aunty Jaya sighed, all happy and breathy. "It was so…unexpected. So exciting. I felt like you were watching me from top to bottom."

That’s when I knew it wasn't her husband. This was someone else. Someone who knew her, who had seen her at schoool. 

My mind was racing; who could it be? It was definitely someone who knew her intimately; it was someone familiar. Aunty Jaya is really a slut for fucking other men behind her husband's back.

The first person she fucked outside her marriage was Arjun Sir. Now Arjun Sir left her and he went for my mom. So now Jaya Aunty already got another man outside her marriage.

And the man is here fucking her pussy while her poor husband is working abroad. But who is this man? I still didn't get to know.

My hands were tight, I was rubbing my dick over my trousers. I could hear Aunty Jaya moaning louder ah ah ah fuckkk meee oooh yessss. I slowly peeked through a crack in the door. 

I gasped. Aunty Jaya was on top of the man, moving up and down. Her big ass were shaking with every movement. It was a vigorous and passionate encounter. Both of them were sweating.







From my view, she was facing away from me which means that I was watching her back. However, I couldn't still see the man who was fucking her. Who is it? I was eager to know this man.

"Yes…yes…oh my God…push harder… fuck me soo good ooooh yes yes yes like that oooohhhh" she screamed, really excited. "This is unbelievable. Oh, this feels so amazing. Your dick is better than my husband's aaahhhhhh"

She was really going at it. This woman was a total wild slut. I’d never seen anything like it. She was incredibly passionate. She was unrestrained, uninhibited, and utterly consumed by this man.

"Harder…" she screamed. "Gaurav…oh, Gaurav… oooh your dick is so good Gaurav"

Ooh gosh! Gaurav? I was completely shocked. Gaurav was our schoool principal! The guy who always looked so serious and proper. 

The guy everyone respected. The man who seemed so incredibly moral and upstanding. It was mind-blowing. It was utterly incredible. Mr Gaurav was one of the persons I hated in schoool because he was strict.

The man everyone thought was a pillar of the community was having wild sex with Rahul's mom. The hypocrisy was unbelievable; it was incredibly shocking. 

It was a complete betrayal of trust from Jaya aunty's side to cheat on her husband like this. It was a dramatic display of moral hypocrisy. It was a total mind-blowing revelation.


Principal Gaurav was a man who inspired both respect and fear. His stern gaze and imposing presence could silence a classroom instantly. 

Students at our schoool whispered about him behind his back, sharing stories of his strict punishments and unwavering expectations. He commanded respect, but his methods often bordered on intimidation. 

He was a man who demanded obedience and compliance; anyone who defied him faced the consequences.

I understood now why Gaurav had become good friends with Rahul, Jaya’s son. He wasn’t just being nice; he was using Rahul to get closer to Jaya. He’d often call Rahul to his office, ostensibly for minor issues, giving him preferential treatment. 

It was a calculated move; it was a strategic maneuver. He used his position of authority to manipulate Rahul into providing information about his mother so that he can fuck her.

Jaya’s moans filled the room, punctuating the rhythmic sounds of their coupling.

"Oh, God…yes…yes… harder…fuck me Gaurav ooh yerss oooohh fuck me like you want to" she cried out, her voice a mixture of breathless pleasure and urgent need. "Right there…oh, that feels incredible…don't stop…"

"You're beautiful," Gaurav murmured, his voice low and husky. "Absolutely beautiful. You're breathtaking; you are magnificent; you are stunning. You are even more beautiful than my wife oohh Jaya move up faster ooohhhh"

"Mmm…yes…keep going…aaahh tell me how you love me ooohhhh" Jaya responded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "It's…so good…I can't…I can't get enough…this feels so amazing."

As I watched, unseen, a strange heat began to rise within me. My hand moved instinctively towards my trousers, my hands starting to rub against my dick. I couldn't believe Jaya had cheated on her husband. 



Dear friends, cheating wives are the best. Wives who betray their husbands, who break their vows, who defy expectations – they are the most exciting.



"Kiss me," Gaurav whispered, his words rough with passion. "Kiss me hard. Kiss me like you mean it. Show me how much you desire me."

Jaya, still riding him, leaned down, her lips finding his in a hungry, urgent kiss. "Mmm…yes…oh God…this feels so incredible…I need more…I can't get enough of this dick of yours" she murmured against his lips. 

"I need more and more and more. Keep fucking me Gaurav aaahhhhh" Her kisses were frantic, passionate; they were deep and meaningful; they were filled with desire. 

Her body was moving rhythmically, almost uncontrollably. It was a whirlwind of passion.

"You're so alive," Gaurav whispered against her lips. "So vibrant, so full of life. Your energy is intoxicating; it’s breathtaking. You are a force of nature; you are an unstoppable force."

"Mmm…always…always like this… always hot and sexy for you" Jaya murmured between kisses, her body arching against his. 

"I need this all the time. I crave this intensity; I thrive on this passion. It is my lifeblood." Her words were strained, but filled with desire and longing.

Then, Gaurav said something that shocked me to the core.

"Did you tell Aarav…that Rahul's father is actually me?" he asked, his voice low and tense. His words hung heavy in the air. The question was fraught with tension and uncertainty. 

"Never," Jaya said fiercely, her voice strained but resolute. "Never in a million years. He's the one who thinks that he's the father; he doesn't deserve to know the truth."

I didn't believe what I was hearing, I even paused masturbating.

"He doesn't deserve to be burdened with the knowledge of his own failure." She said.

"Why not?" Gaurav pressed, his voice tight with anticipation. "Why protect him? Why shield him from the truth? The truth must come out eventually. The truth will set you free."

"Because he’s a fool," Jaya hissed, her voice laced with contempt. 

"He's oblivious; he’s clueless. He would never believe me. He'd be devastated. It would destroy him. It would ruin everything and also our marriage. I will never, ever let him find out."

The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks. Aarav, Jaya's husband, wasn’t Rahul's real father. Jaya had lied to him all these years.

"How did you manage to hide it for so long?" Gaurav asked, his tone a mixture of awe and admiration. "How did you deceive him so completely? How did you pull off such a perfect deception?"

"He's pathetically gullible," Jaya said, her voice dripping with scorn. "He's so preoccupied with his work; he's so self-absorbed; he's completely blind to the truth. He never suspected a thing."

"He's an easy target; it was so easy to manipulate him. I used his stupidity to my advantage. I simply made sure that he wouldn't suspect anything."

Jaya was really a slut.

"And of course, I made sure I was always pregnant at the right times.", she added.

"I love you," Gaurav whispered, his voice full of passion. "I love you more than anything in the world. You are the most amazing woman I've ever known."

"Your beauty is breathtaking; your intellect is astounding. You are irreplaceable."

"I love you too," Jaya replied, her voice breathless. "More than life itself. You make me feel so alive; you make me feel truly empowered. You make me feel complete." 

Her words were full of passion; they were full of unrestrained excitement.

"Remember Priya's birthday party?" Jaya gasped, her body still moving against his. "We almost got caught making out in the restroom. We were so close to being exposed; it was unbelievably close."


What? Did Gaurav also fuck Jaya during Priya's birthday party when her husband Aarav was also present?

"I had it all under control," Gaurav replied confidently. "I always do. I'm a master strategist. I carefully considered every possible outcome and anticipated every potential contingency."

"I always remain one step ahead. I always anticipate the challenges and I am prepared to counter them."

"But we almost made a mistake, my husband could have caught me" Jaya said, her voice a mix of excitement as she continued riding his dick. 


"We came so incredibly close to being discovered. It was absolutely terrifying; it was incredibly thrilling."

"I had to lie to Aarav that day," Jaya continued, "to create the opportunity to be alone with you in the restroom. He wouldn't have ever suspected anything; he was totally oblivious."

"It was very easy to manipulate him. I merely had to use his own naiveté against him; it was very simple."

"Clever," Gaurav murmured, admiring her cunning. "Incredibly clever. You are a master manipulator; you are a genius strategist. You thought of everything"

"I can't wait for you to tell Aarav the truth," Gaurav said, his voice low and intense. "The truth must come out. I want him to know; I insist on it. It's the only way forward"

"Aaahh aahh ooohh aaahhh I can't do that," Jaya whispered, her voice filled with fear. "I can't ruin his life like that. He still thinks that Rajeev is his son."

"I cannot bear the consequences; I cannot inflict that kind of pain on him. I will never do it."

"Then leave him," Gaurav insisted. "Divorce him. Leave him and come be with me. We can be together, openly, honestly. We deserve to be together; we need to be together."

"But what about your wife?" Jaya asked, her voice hesitant.

"I'll divorce her," Gaurav said firmly. "I'll file for divorce immediately. She's nothing to me. She's not you. I don’t love her. her pussy is not even tight"

"Are you sure about this? Aaahh oooohhhhh sshh aaahhhh" Jaya asked, while still taking Gaurav's dick inside her pussy. "Are you sure you're prepared for the consequences?"

"I'm certain," Gaurav said. "I'm absolutely certain. You're worth it. You're worth more than anything in the world. I'm prepared for anything"

"I want to be with you Jaya; I need to be with you. I will do anything to be with you."

I couldn’t believe my ears. Jaya, the seemingly respectable wife and mother, was a cheater, a liar. She didn’t even care about her hard-working husband. 

Then I remembered Arjun Sir’s words: all women cheat; there’s no such thing as a faithful religious woman. His words echoed in my mind; his words had taken root.

Jaya moved faster, her rhythm accelerating.

"Faster," Gaurav groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "Move faster, my love. Move faster and faster, and don't stop. I need to cum inside you. I need to release all of my passion inside of you."

"No, not inside me," Jaya gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Anywhere but not inside me. Please, not inside me. I'm not prepared. I'm not ready."

"Where then?" Gaurav urged, his voice thick with anticipation. "Tell me where you want me to release. Where will satisfy your desires? Where will give you pleasure? Where will give you fulfillment?"

"Anywhere…but…not…inside…" Jaya whispered, her body trembling with the intensity of their coupling. She was overwhelmed by passion; she was on the verge of ecstasy.

Gaurav moved faster and faster, his body a blur of motion.

"Oh God…yes…yes…" Jaya cried out. "Faster…faster…I'm…I'm coming… I am cumming aaaooohhhhh Gaurraaavvv!"

"I'm coming too…" Gaurav groaned, his body rigid with pleasure. "I'm going to explode…"

Just before he released, Jaya slid off him. Gaurav spilled his seed onto the bed. At the same moment, I spilled mine onto my hand. My hands were sticky and wet. It was a surreal experience.

Both of them collapsed on the bed.

"Huuuhhhhhhhhhh ooohh, You made me so happy," Jaya whispered, kissing Gaurav passionately on the lips. "You made me incredibly happy. Thank you. Thank you for everything."

"Is that the truth?" Gaurav asked, his voice husky with pleasure. His voice was soft; his voice was full of longing.

"The absolute truth," Jaya replied, her eyes shining with passion. "Every word. Every single word. You are incredibly satisfying; you fulfill my every desire more than my pathetic husband.

"You were so hard to seduce at first," Gaurav said, stroking her hair. "What made you so resistant? Why did you resist my advances the first time I seduced you?"

"You seemed so…smug," Jaya said, her voice a little softer now. She woke up and sat on the bed and began rubbing his dick.






"So self-satisfied. So arrogant. You seemed so sure of yourself; you seemed so entitled. And I hated that. I hated the way you acted. I hated the way you approached me."

"But I persevered," Gaurav said, a chuckle in his voice. "And I'm glad I did."

"What made you fall for me?" Gaurav asked, his voice tender. "What made you fall in love with me? What made you so enamored by my charms? What captured your attention?"

"Your intensity, and your dick" Jaya replied, her voice low and husky. "Your passion. Your unwavering confidence. Your total disregard for societal norms and expectations."

"I am glad you are mine now", Gaurav said. Then after a few minutes.

Gaurav leaned closer to Jaya, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Your ass baby," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've been thinking about your fat ass."

"My ass?" Jaya asked, a playful smile curving her lips. "What about my ass? What's so special about my ass?"

"I want to fuck it," Gaurav said, his fingers tracing the air near her ass. "You've never let me fuck your ass before. You promised you would let me today."

"You promised me you would let me feel the warmth of your asshole with my dick."

Jaya’s smile widened, but a hint of worry flickered in her eyes. "We don't have time," she murmured, her voice a little breathless. "My friend is coming to visit."

"My best friend; she’s coming to see me. She’s been trying to visit for some time now." I knew it was my mother; my mother hadn’t seen Aunty Jaya for ages. My mother had been very busy lately.

"Who's this friend?" Gaurav asked, his brow furrowing slightly. He was curious; he was intrigued; he was concerned. "Is this friend important?"

"It’s…it’s my best friend," Jaya replied, her tone evasive. "It's my best friend in the entire world; she's been trying to visit me for a while now. It's been too long. It's important for me to see her."

"I can do this quickly, let me fuck your ass quickly baby" Gaurav said, his hand reaching for her ass again. "Just let me fuck your ass. It will only take a few minutes; it will be quick"

"No," Jaya said firmly. "I need to make sure that the house is clean, and I need to make sure that everything is set up correctly. I must attend to my friend." 


Jaya sat up, her movements swift and decisive. "Clean up," she instructed, her voice impatient. "Hurry up, please. My friend is almost here."

"When will you let me fuck your ass?" Gaurav asked, a note of pleading in his voice. He was clearly frustrated. He clearly wanted to fuck Jaya's asshole; he desperately wanted to.

"Next time, I promise but now stop wasting time Gaurav," Jaya snapped. "Just clean up and hurry. We need to be ready for when my friend arrives. It's urgent; it is extremely important."

I slipped out of the house, not wanting them to see me. I tiptoed out and closed the door just as my mom arrived. She was standing right there outside the gate.





To be continued................

[nadia]

Day by day story getting insterting ???

Yes that's the integral feature of this story

[nadia]

((FOR THOSE READING THIS SECTION OF THE STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME AND WHAT TO READ STARTING FROM THIS SECTION, HERE ARE THE CHARACTERS INTRODUCTION UPTO THIS SECTION))

RAJEEV - THAT IS  ME

SUNITA  - MY MOM,  

ARVIND - MY FATHER,  

JAYA - FRIEND OF MY MOM,   

AARAV - JAYA'S HUSBAND,  

RAHUL - MY FRIEND,  WHO IS ALSO THE SON OF JAYA AND AARAV. 

ARJUN SIR - MY MOM'S LOVER,   

HAREETA - ARJUN SIR'S WIFE


PRIYA - RAHUL'S GIRLFRIEND, (I FUCKED PRIYA AND SHE IS THE ONE I LUST FOR AND RAHUL DOESN'T KNOW. PRIYA IS ALSO THE DAUGHTER OF ARJUN SIR & HAREETA)

MR GAURAV - OUR SCHOOOL PRINCIPAL (HE IS ALSO THE SECRET LOVER OF JAYA. HE HAD A COUPLE OF AFFAIRS WITH HER)


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"What are you doing here?" Mom asked, her eyes narrowed. She looked suspicious; she was clearly concerned. She was curious.



I got nervous. "I…I just came to see Aunty Jaya," I stammered. "I wanted to see her; I just dropped by. I didn't want to wait until you came. I wanted to catch up with her."



"What's that on your hands?" Mom asked, her gaze fixed on the sperms on my hands. She noticed it instantly; she couldn't help but notice it.



Oh no, I thought, it was my semen, my release from watching Jaya and Gaurav fucking each other.



"It’s…it's…uh…paint," I stammered, my face burning. "I was… I was painting something. I was painting a picture of something. I was painting a landscape."



Mom had a water bottle in her hand. "Painting a landscape? Oogh you are really troublesome. Wash it off," she said, her voice firm but not angry. 



"Wash it off right now. Let's go and wash it off." She poured water over my hands from her bottle, gently scrubbing away the evidence. 



"Was Jaya sleeping?" Mom asked, her tone sharp. She looked intently at me; she was very observant.



"Yes," I mumbled. "She was sleeping soundly. She was fast asleep. She was completely exhausted."



"Why did you go into her house without telling me?" Mom scolded, her voice rising slightly. "That’s extremely disrespectful. That was very inappropriate. Never do that again."



"I’m sorry, Mom," I apologized, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to see her. I didn't mean to upset you; I didn't mean any disrespect." I hung my head in shame. 



I truly regretted my actions.



"Don't make excuses," Mom said. "I understand that you care about your Aunty Jaya, but you must always show respect for her privacy and for my authority. 



You should always ask my permission before you visit anyone's home" 



She sighed, then lowered her voice, softening her tone. "I'm disappointed in your behavior Rajeev; however, I'm happy that you apologized." She patted my shoulders.



“But you did the same thing with Arjun Sir,” I thought to myself, remembering the affair she’d had behind Dad’s back. I should scold her too for cheating. But I kept my mouth shut.







                                                        (PICTURE BREAK) MY MOM'S PICS





















"Where are you going now?" Mom asked, as I started to head out.



"I’m going to see Arjun Sir," I replied. "He needed some help"



"Why?" Mom asked, her voice sharp with disapproval. "Why do you need to see him? What are you going to discuss with him?"



"Just about schoool he is a good advicer."



"No," Mom said firmly. "You're not going to see Arjun Sir. That’s not acceptable; that's not appropriate. You are not going to do that. We are going to go visit Aunty Jaya"



I knew mom didn't want me to go to Arjun Sir because she was angry with him from that night when she saw him dancing with his wife Hareeta.



I was hesitant; I didn't want to go back. I was too afraid of what I might discover.



Mom made me turn around and head back to Aunty Jaya’s house. She rang the doorbell, and a few minutes later, Jaya appeared, wrapped in a towel, looking incredibly beautiful. 







Me: (smiling) Hi, Aunty Jaya!



Jaya: (beaming) Oh, Rajeev! It’s so lovely to see you! Come in, come in Sunita!



Mom: (smiling) Thank you, Jaya. It’s been a while since we all got together.



Jaya: (sighs nostalgically) I know, Sunita. I really miss our little get-togethers. We used to have such fun, didn’t we?



Mom: Absolutely! Those were some great times. Remember the time we all cooked together?



Jaya: (laughing) Oh, yes! What a disaster that was! I still can’t believe we almost set fire to the kitchen!



Me: (grinning) And we ended up ordering pizza instead! Classic!



Jaya: (smiling warmly) We should definitely plan more of those! I was thinking of hosting a small dinner this weekend, just us. Would you both come?



Me: Yes aunty!



Mom: That sounds wonderful, Jaya. I’d love to catch up properly without any interruptions.



Jaya: (leaning closer) You don’t know how much I’ve missed you both. Sometimes it feels like everyone gets too caught up in their lives.







Mom: (nodding) You’re right. It’s important to stay connected. 



Jaya: Right? Life can get overwhelming. 











(Suddenly, there’s a commotion from the bedroom, and Gaurav, the principal, emerges, buttoning his shirt.)



Gaurav: (blushing slightly) Uh, hi there! Sunita ji and hi Rajeev



Me: Hi sir!



Mom: (eyes wide, clearly shocked) Gaurav ji!



Jaya: (covering her mouth, trying to hold back a laugh) Oh my!



Gaurav: (nervously) I—I was just… uh, tidying up!



Mom: (still shocked) Tidying up?  (Jaya looking at my mom whiles she silently laughs)



Gaurav: (trying to maintain his composure) Yes, just making sure everything was, um, in order. You know how chaotic things can get!



Jaya: (teasingly) Well, Gaurav, you certainly know how to make an entrance!









Gaurav: (forcing a chuckle) Yes, well, I aim to impress!



(My mom looks Gaurav up and down, still trying to process what just happened. She was looking at his chest secretly. Ooh my mom is such a woman for admiring Gaurav's chest)



Mom: So, um, what were you doing here, Gaurav ji?



Gaurav: (clears throat) Oh, just discussing college matters with Jaya about her son Rahul. Important creating ideas. Very vital to the college’s future and her son's!



Jaya: (nodding) Exactly! We were brainstorming how to make the next fundraiser a hit!



Gaurav: (looking anxious) Yes, high priority stuff! Definitely needed my full attention. 



Mom: (giving Jaya a side glance) Uh-huh, fundraising. Seems… very engrossing.



Jaya: (smirking) Oh, it is! You wouldn’t believe how many ideas we have! Right Gaurav?



Gaurav: (sensing the tension) Yes! We’re really excited. But, um, I really should be getting back to… important tasks.



Mom: Already? 







Gaurav: (fidgeting) Yes! You know how it is papers to grade, meetings to attend... the usual.



Me: (trying to lighten the mood) Are you sure you can’t stay for a bit, Mr. Gaurav?



Gaurav: (shaking his head quickly) No, no, I really can’t. Later, maybe? We will meet at schoool Rajeev and be a good boy



Mom: Ok bye



Jaya: By Gaurav my ll...l.. bye! (She almost said "Gaurav My love") 



(Gaurav quickly moves towards the door, trying to escape.)



Mom: (turning to Jaya, eyebrows raised) What was that all about?





By now I went outside and a little.





Jaya: (sighing, becoming serious) Oh, it’s just, you know, what normal adults do, right? All women do it.



Mom: (confused) Adults? All women? What do you mean?



Jaya: (smiling soothingly) I’ll tell you later, Sunita. It’s just better not to talk about these things when Rajeev is around.



Mom: (insistent) But, Jaya, I need to know what was happening!



Jaya: (biting her lip) Okay, here’s the thing: Gaurav and I… we’ve been discussing some, um, things. It’s really professional. 



Mom: (narrowing her eyes) Professional? That’s an interesting way to put it. 



Jaya: (giggling nervously) It’s really not what you think! I promise we’ll talk about it… Just give me a little time, okay?



Mom: (sighs reluctantly) Fine, but you’re really making me curious now.



(Walking back into the room pretending I didn't hear anything.)



Me: (walking back in) What did I miss?



Mom: (putting on a smile) Oh, you didn’t miss much, just adult things.



Me: (confused) Adult things?



Jaya: (playful) Just a little gossip, dear! 









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(The tension in the air hangs heavy)









Mom: (glancing around) You really haven’t changed much since we last met. Has Gaurav been coming around often?



Jaya: (shifting) Well, we’ve been working on college-related projects quite a bit. He’s very committed. (She winked at my mom)



Me: (curious) That does sound like him. Always busy with college stuff.



Mom: (smiling faintly) But I must admit, it's a bit surprising to see him here like that.



Jaya: (laughing nervously) It’s nothing, really! Just adults having discussions. 



Mom: (with a smirk) Right, adult discussions. 









"It’s not something to be shocked about," Jaya replied, her smile widening. "It’s perfectly normal. I'll explain everything later, my dear. I'll tell you everything there is to know about"



I saw the hidden meaning in her words; I understood what she was implying. It was a subtle message, but it was very clear. It was entirely unmistakable.



Mom smiled, a knowing twinkle in her eyes. "I'm sure I'll be very interested to hear all about it. I'm certainly curious. Tell me everything. Tell me absolutely everything. Nothing is going to shock me, my dear."



"Make yourself at home," Jaya said to Mom. "I'm just going to change. Wait for me, I'll be right back."



Mom sat down, and I could see the questions swirling in her mind. Why was there another man in the house while her husband was away? 



And why was Gaurav shirtless? The questions were clearly evident on her face; they were evident in her expression.



I went to the kitchen for some water, leaving Mom alone in the sitting room. Aunty Jaya was changing in her bedroom. A mischievous idea sparked in my mind. I decided to sneak a peek at what she was putting on.



I crept towards her bedroom, making sure Mom wasn't watching. My mom was gazing at her phone; I suspected Arjun Sir was texting her. 



I moved quietly towards Jaya’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and I could see her changing. She was in her grey panties; they were quite plain.



Aunty Jaya had fleshy ass, it got fatter probably because she had a lot of anal sex, surprisingly soft-looking. I couldn’t believe this was the woman who was cheating on Aarav. 



I thought to myself that Gaurav principal was a really lucky bastard.





She was wearing a simple, sleeveless top; it was a pale pink color. It looked comfortable; it seemed lightweight. She adjusted her panties, making sure they fit well. 

























I couldn't believe that those plump ass would soon be fucked so hard by Mr. Gaurav, our schoool principal.



A strange feeling of jealousy welled up inside me. Why did Mr. Gaurav get to fuck her? Why was he so lucky? I felt envious; I felt resentful. 



My eyes were fixed on her ass. Then, she turned towards the door. She caught a glimpse of me watching, but I quickly averted my gaze.



"Rajeev? Is that you?" Jaya called out, her voice surprised.



I froze, my body trembling. "Yes, Aunty," I whispered, my voice shaking. "I…I was just passing by. I was just admiring your house; it's such a beautiful home."



"You're a good boy, Rajeev," Jaya said. 











"Actually, I need some help. Would you mind helping me tie my top? I can't reach the back."



I was shocked. She wanted me to help her?



Trembling, I slowly entered the room. She was facing away from me, her juicy ass fully visible. I couldn't believe this was really happening. 



This was utterly unbelievable; this was surreal.



"Could you hold these two knots of my bra at the back?" she said, indicating the fastenings of her blouse. 



"I just can't reach them; it's such an inconvenient design. I wish it had a different type of fastening."



"Yes, Aunty," I stammered, my hands and feet still trembling.



"Hold them tight," she instructed. "Make sure you hold them securely. Otherwise, it will be really difficult to tie them."



"Yes, Aunty," I replied, my eyes still glued to her fat ass. I couldn't tear myself away from her ass; I was completely mesmerized.



"Why are you delaying?" Jaya asked, a hint of impatience in her voice. "Are you having difficulty? Do you need my assistance? Do you need me to guide you?"



"I…I’m sorry, Aunty," I stammered. "I'm just… a little nervous. I'm not used to this. I’m just not used to seeing you like this."



"Can you reach?" she asked.



"Yes, Aunty," I replied. I really could reach, but I was intentionally delaying. I wanted to continue watching her ass; they were so plump and captivating.



"Are you alright, Rajeev?"



"Yes…yes Aunty."



"Are you sure you can reach?"



"Yes…Aunty…I can."



















"Yes, Aunty..." I finally held the knots, but I did it so slowly. I was deliberately delaying; I wanted to look at the view of her sexy fat ass for as long as possible. 











I desperately wanted to touch them, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. It felt incredibly wrong. It felt deeply inappropriate. It felt morally wrong.



She thought I was a small child who wouldn't mind seeing her in this half naked state. She clearly underestimated my awareness. 



I was delaying deliberately; I wanted to continue to admire her luscious ass. I felt a strong urge to touch those plump ass, but I couldn’t; it would have been completely inappropriate.



"Thank you, Rajeev," Jaya said once I'd finally tied the knots. "You're a sweetheart. You're a very kind young man. You were very helpful."



"You're welcome, Aunty," I replied, still gazing at her ass. "It was my pleasure."



Before I left, I saw several items in her bedroom: several pairs of her panties and a pair of Gaurav’s shorts, carelessly tossed on the floor. 









The bedroom was messy; it was in disarray. This wasn't just a one-time thing; they had been having an affair for a long time. The dirty  clothes indicated the frequency of their encounters.



"Rajeev," Jaya called, "Do you know what your mother is doing here? I was surprised to see your mother and you together."



"I think she just wants to catch up," I replied. "She wants to visit you and spend time with you. She’s been missing you."



She bent over, rummaging in her drawer for makeup. I got a full, unobstructed view of her ass again, even though her panties partially hid them. 



It was incredibly provocative; it was utterly intoxicating. My dick inside my trousers were growing hard with desire; it was becoming difficult to control myself. 













It was utterly embarrassing; it was intensely awkward.



"Rajeev, are you listening?" Jaya asked, her voice puzzled. "I asked you a question."



"Yes…yes, Aunty," I stuttered, still staring at her sexy big ass. "I… I heard you. I was just… admiring your… beauty."



"You're quite the flatterer," Jaya chuckled, turning and smiling at me. "Yes, I am. I do look rather lovely today. I'm feeling particularly radiant. I'm feeling particularly confident."



"You look very beautiful, Aunty," I said, feeling bold despite my nervousness. I could smell her clean, fresh scent.





I knew her asshole would smell just as nice. Not shitty smell because she just took a bath after being fucked by Gaurav.





Jaya: Well, I’m glad you like it! So, do you have a girlfriend?



Me: [Quickly shaking my head] No, no girlfriend. Just focused on college.



Jaya: [Teasingly] Oh, a single boy! How exciting!



I force a smile, trying to hide my nervousness.



Jaya: So, what do you like in girls? Are you looking for someone who's smart and beautiful?



I try to dodge the question by changing the subject. I didn't want her to know that I have a girlfriend. She was still bending looking for her lotion















Me: [Evasively] Um, yeah... I mean... uh... nice weather is good too.



Jaya: [Laughing] Nice weather? You're not exactly answering my question!



I try to think of a way to deflect further questions.



Me: [Stammering] I-I mean... I'm not really sure what I'm looking for yet.



Jaya: [Playfully teasing] Oh, so you're one of those guys who's not sure what they want?



I nod awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact.



Me: [Mumbling] Yeah... something like that.



Jaya chuckles and shakes her head.



Jaya: Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually. In the meantime, I can look for you a nice girlfriend, I have one who might like you huh?



I hesitate for a moment before responding.



Me: [Evasively] Uh... no thanks...







Jaya: [Raising an eyebrow, clearly intrigued] Sure? You don't know what you're missing. A sexy girlfriend can help you think better, especially if you're lost in thought like you were earlier. 



Me: [Trying to deflect] I just got diverted by... you know, the cozy atmosphere.



Jaya: [Leaning casually against her dresser] Cozy atmosphere or not, you must have something on your mind. How about we make it a little game? For every question I ask, you must answer honestly. 



Me: [Internally groaning] A game? You might not get the answers you’re looking for…



Jaya: [Smirking] Challenge accepted! Let’s start easy. What’s your favorite thing about a girl?



I hesitate, stalling for time.



Me: [Evasive] Hm... just... you know, someone who has a good sense of humor.



Jaya: [Crossing her arms and leaning closer] Ah, the classic answer! But we both know you need a little bit more than just a funny bone. 



I can feel the heat creeping up my cheeks, making it harder to keep the conversation light.



Me: [Glancing away] Well, everyone likes a good laugh. It’s important to have fun.



Jaya: [Unfazed] Okay, fun is good but there’s got to be more, right? Do you like adventurous girls?









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I wince slightly. She’s getting too close to the truth. Jaya was really a slut for asking me this kind of questions







Me: [Shifting in my seat] Adventurous? Maybe... but I also like someone who knows when to chill.



Jaya: [Pretending to think hard] Hmm… So you want someone to stay at home and binge-watch Netflix with you, while also being up for spontaneous road trips? 



I chuckle lightly at her exaggeration.



Me: [Feigning nonchalance] Yeah, something like that!



Jaya: [Poking fun] You’re a complicated guy, aren’t you? But come on, be real with me. Do you really want a girl who’s willing to stay in? What about someone who’s outgoing and social? 



I contemplate her question, unsure how to avoid answering directly.



Me: [Stalling] I don’t know, I think it really depends on the vibe.



Jaya: [Narrowing her eyes playfully] The vibe, huh? Sounds like you're just avoiding giving me a definitive answer. 



I feel the pressure and decide to pivot the conversation.



Me: [Trying to redirect] So, what about you? What do you like in a man?



Her face lights up with enthusiasm.



Jaya: [Excitedly] Oh, I like someone who's confident and knows what they want—someone who can keep up with me! 



I can't help but smile at her energy.



Me: [Still evasive] Sounds fun. I guess confidence is key. 



Jaya: [Leaning closer, undeterred] And what about looks? Is that important to you? 



I gulp, trying to think of a safe response.



Me: [Mumbling] Well, everyone has their preferences… 



Jaya: [Winking] You can say that again! But seriously, do you prefer girls with long hair or short? 



I panic slightly, realizing she won’t let up. I decide to take a gamble and say something playful.



Me: [Grinning] Maybe someone with glowing skin and an intense personality? 



Jaya: [Tilting her head, pretending to be deep in thought] Hmm. Pretty ambiguous, but I like where your head is at! What if I told you I fit that description? 



I laugh nervously, appreciating her confidence but feeling the heat rise again.



Me: [Smirking] Well, you’d certainly be a contender, then!



Jaya: [Feigning surprise] A contender? Oh, I’m more than that! You’d better step up your game!



I can’t help but laugh, enjoying this playful banter as it distracts me from my earlier nervousness.



Me: [Jokingly] Challenge accepted! But you’ve got a pretty strong competition in your own room here. 



Jaya: [Blushing slightly] That's just because I take time to curate my space! 



Me: [Nods] This room is definitely something else...



Jaya: [Grinning]* It’s not all about the room, though! Remember the “game”? You still owe me some honest answers.











My dick was growing even harder because of those questions she was asking me. My desire was becoming more intense.



It was intensely awkward; I didn’t want her to notice. She turned and saw me gripping my trousers.



"Why are you holding your trousers like that?" she asked, a curious look on her face. She was clearly noticing my reaction; she couldn't help but notice.



"I…I need to… go to the toilet," I stammered, my face burning with shame. I was desperately trying to hide my hard dick; it was completely obvious.



"You could have told me earlier," Jaya smiled. "You didn’t need to be so secretive. You could have said something. You could have just asked me."



"I… I didn't want to interrupt you," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I didn't want to disturb you. I really didn't want to bother you."



"Oh, well," Jaya said, her voice soft but firm. "Go on then, I’m fine. You need to use the restroom right away. It is quite urgent."



"I… I can hold it," I said, still clutching my trousers. "If you need any help…I can…I can help you."



"I'm fine, really," Jaya chuckled. "Run along now before you wet your pants. You might also start wetting your trousers. You would be completely embarrassed."



I thanked her and practically ran to the bathroom.



Passing the sitting room, I saw Mom still on her phone, probably still talking to Arjun Sir. She saw me rushing past.



"Rajeev, what's the matter? What’s going on?" Mom asked, raising an eyebrow. Her expression was curious; her tone was concerned.



"I…I had to go to the toilet urgently," I explained. "It was…an emergency. It was a very pressing emergency. I had no time to waste."







I locked the bathroom door, quickly pulled my dick from my trousers, and began rubbing them, my mind filled with Aunty Jaya’s plump ass. 





I started masturbating.











Dear friends, this was immoral, misbehaved; I shouldn't be thinking about my aunt like this. But Arjun Sir had taught me this; he had twisted my thinking. 



He’d stripped away my morals; he’d made me into a kid without any sense of right and wrong. He’d corrupted my mind very nicely; he’d corrupted my sense of morality.









I rubbed my dick furiously, staring at the ceiling, the image of Aunty Jaya's big ass covered in panties burned into my mind. This was the second time I am masturbating in that day.







I imagined fucking her asshole, tasting it, smelling its aroma, especially when she has not washed her asshole. 









Dear friends, it was strange; I was fixated on asshole of a woman, completely ignoring the pussy. 



I used to know that fucking a woman's asshole was wrong, but now… now I only think about ass. I’ve lost all my morals.



Dear friends,  it’s not entirely my fault. My bad morals were influenced by Arjun Sir, Aunty Jaya, and especially my mother. She’s supposed to be moral, but she committed adultery.



She plotted betrayal schemes with Arjun Sir. I’m not the one to blame for this immorality; it’s their fault. They corrupted my morality, they have ruined my sense of decency.



And I love it. Immorality is so good. Forbidden things are the best, like what Arjun Sir told me.













My hand movements quickened rubbing my dick; Aunty Jaya’s ass was still vivid in my mind. Suddenly, I cummed, it hit the floor, splattering some on my hands and trousers. 





I’d made a huge mess. If I didn’t clean it up quickly, Aunty Jaya—with her own lack of morality—would definitely know what I was doing in her bathroom. 



She would know the truth; she would uncover the truth. She would know that i am a pervert just like her.



I was happy, strangely happy, about losing my morality. These filthy behaviors, these bad manners—they were all gifts from the three most important people in my life. 









Dear friends, the three people who I loved the most had corrupted me entirely. My sense of morality had been irrevocably destroyed. My sense of decency had vanished. And I love it.



Being a pervert is the best gift they ever gifted me and I am very happy to lose morality. Fuck morality, I don't care about morality anymore. It is boring.













After cleaning myself up, I left the bathroom. Aunty Jaya met me as she was preparing snacks.



"Rajeev, why do you look so tired?" she asked, her brow furrowed with concern. "Are you alright, dear? You seem quite exhausted. Is something the matter?"



The truth was that I looked tired do to masturbating.



"I… I was just playing," I lied. "I was playing really hard. I've been running around a lot. I was playing in the park. I just needed a rest."



Mom, hearing Jaya’s question from the bathroom, chimed in. "He's always disturbing me; he keeps playing, that's why he's tired," 





She said. My mom didn't bother to hide her frustration; she was clearly annoyed. 



Jaya looked towards Mom in the sitting room. "Kids need to play Sunita," she said, her voice soft but firm. 



"It's important for them to burn off energy. It's essential for their well-being. It's incredibly important."



"Rajeev, come sit with me," Mom said, her tone somewhat stern. "Stop disturbing Aunty Jaya. She needs some time to prepare the snacks; she needs some peace and quiet."



Jaya smiled reassuringly. "He wasn't disturbing me, really. He’s a good boy; he just has a lot of energy. He’s a really lovely boy."









After a few minutes, Jaya brought cookies and milk. We enjoyed the treats together. Mom and Jaya began gossiping about boring things.



"I need some fresh air," I announced. "I'm going outside for some time."



"No, you’re not," Mom said immediately. "You'll get into trouble if you go outside alone. Stay here with me; it’s safer to stay here."





"Let him go, he needs some free time," Jaya said, smiling. "It's good for him to have some freedom. It's good for him to have some fresh air."



"But if you continue playing like a mad person," Mom warned, "I will scold you. I’m not going to tolerate any more disruption. You need to behave yourself. You need to act appropriately."



"Don’t go too far," Mom added. "Stay close to the house. Don't venture too far from the house. It's not safe to go too far away."



"Ok mom", I replied.



Jaya smiled and said, "It's okay Sunita. He'll be fine. I will keep an eye on him from the window."



I borrowed Mom's phone to play video games; my phone's games weren't as good. I went into the backyard, engrossed in my game. After a while, I decided to get some water. 





As I headed back to the sitting room, I overheard Aunty Jaya and Mom, enjoying their milk and cookies, discussing…spicy topics about relationships. 



Their discussion was very explicit; it was very intimate.



I decided to hide behind them and listen. Their conversation was quite revealing, indeed. 



It gave me a glimpse into the complexities of their relationships. 









Jaya: So, can I ask you something a bit... scandalous?



Mom: (raising an eyebrow) Scandalous? Jaya, you're making me nervous. What is it?



Jaya: Have you ever cheated on Arvind?



Mom: (shocked) What kind of question is that? Why would you even ask me something like that?







Dear friends, just look at how my mom is pretending not to be a cheater in front Jaya.







Jaya: (smirking) I just think that women should have the freedom to explore beyond their marriages, you know? Cheating is good always.



Mom: (staring in disbelief) Jaya! I can't believe you're saying this. You’re supposed to be a decent person! A good wife. How can you talk about such immorality?



Jaya: (nonchalantly) Oh, come on. It's just a bit of fun! Why do you think adultery is such a big deal? It can be exciting!



Mom: (skeptical) Exciting? Why does the topic of cheating get you so excited? It’s not something to joke about!



Jaya: (playfully) I just think that it opens up a whole new world. Besides, it's not as uncommon as you might think. All women do adultery



Mom: (crossing her arms) Have you ever cheated? Don’t tell me you’ve done something like that!



Jaya: (smirking) Well, I might have had a little fling with Gaurav.



Mom: (eyes widening) Gaurav? Your son's college principal? How dare you!? So that is what he was doing to you earlier?

[nadia]

Super hot update, waiting for Jaya takes on suneeta son.

Yeah, this actually happened but I will write it later in the story. 

I love how you anticipated it.

[nadia]

I was curious about character depth only two ppl mom and son it all about so father character  is passing could !? He is also have some juice in this story !?

My dad is religious & passive that's why he is not really involved in juicy stuff.

But maybe you can give me an example of what you expected him to be involved in.

[nadia]

Typical indian father mate religious r passive doesn't matter character is human has emotions r raw will power if u want to u can make father character better than this not a wimp husband r

I hear you. However since this is a real story, I will try to consider your suggestions.

[nadia]

Jaya: (laughing lightly) Yes, it just happened! We had a connection, you know?

Mom: (sternly) A connection? Jaya, your husband works so hard! How could you betray him like that?

Jaya: (shrugging) It’s not like I did it out of hatred. I still care for him. But Gaurav is different. I love how his dick is big and satisfies me.

Mom: (frustrated) Big dick? Oh! Jaya! Do you truly love your husband then? If so, how can you do this to someone you claim to love?

Jaya: (with a hint of defiance) Love evolves Sunita, doesn’t it? Sometimes, you need something more thrilling to feel alive.

Mom: (shaking her head) And tell me, what was Gaurav doing in your house when your husband is away?

Jaya: (grinning) He was fucking me, hehehehe. It was exciting!

Mom: (stunned) Fucking with your son’s college principal? Jaya, how could you put yourself in that situation?

Jaya: (playfully) Well, he knew how to keep things interesting. He knows how to satisfy me

Mom: (challenging) So how many men have you had outside your marriage?

Jaya: (hesitantly) Just two. But that’s not the point!

Mom: (disapprovingly) Hahahahah! Two? And you think this is all just fun and games? 

Jaya: (defensive) My husband is boring, he doesn't fuck me hard! He’s always busy with work and has become predictable. Plus he is ugly, I don't even know why he 

Mom: (frowning) When did this all start? 

Jaya: (leaning in) It started a couple of years ago. I was feeling neglected and Gaurav was just... there to satisfy me. At first I didn't like how he was flirting with me! 

Mom: (sighing) And what’s so exhilarating about cheating? 

Jaya: (with a sparkle in her eyes) It’s the thrill of tasting another big dick, the excitement of getting fucked, it feels so good tasting another man's dick inside your pussy!

Mom: (worried) And this is what you want your life to be? Full of deceit and betraying your husband?

Jaya: (smirking) C'mon Sunita. Sometimes chaos is better than routine! Besides, it gives you stories to tell. Why not have a little fun outside, we women love to have fun right Sunita?

Mom: (sternly) Hahahaha! You need to stop trying to poison my mind with your views on morality. This isn’t just a game.

Jaya: (rolling her eyes) Oh, please! Life is too short to be tied down by old-fashioned rules. Why should I be stuck with my husband when I can be fucked else where when he is away?

Mom: (disapprovingly) Hahahahaa! Do you really think this is fair to your husband? Have you even thought how this could ruin your family?

Jaya: (sighing) I have thought about it. But right now, I’m just living my life the way I want. Even if he divorces me, I will get married to Gaurav.

Mom: (pleadingly) But at what cost, Jaya? Happiness built on lies is hollow.

Jaya: (with a smirk) Sometimes, it’s the lies that make things fun! I love cheating on my husband but I still love him.

Mom: (shaking her head) I can't believe I'm hearing this. You are a mother and a wife, Jaya! What kind of example are you setting to your son Rahul?

Jaya: (laughing) My son doesn't know that's why I sent him to stay with his grandpa. The kind of example that says it’s okay to seek happiness, even in adultery ways!

Mom: (sighing) I just hope you realize one day that true happiness comes from honesty, not deception.

Jaya: (playfully) Well, let’s just say I’m enjoying Gaurav's dick in my pussy!

Mom: (shaking her head and laughing) I don’t know how to respond to that. You’ve taken this discussion to a very dark place.

Jaya: (smirking) Maybe it’s not as dark as you think. It’s just... different! It's fun

Mom: (firmly) Different doesn’t always mean good, Jaya. You should really reconsider your choices.

Jaya: (with a wistful look) Maybe. But for now, I just want to enjoy the thrill of life while I can!


Mom: (taking a deep breath) Look Jaya, there’s something else I need to tell you… something that’s been weighing on my conscience.

Jaya: (leaning forward, her interest piqued) What is it? You can tell me anything. I promise I won’t judge!

Mom: (hesitantly) I… I also cheated on Arvind.

Jaya: (gasping) No way! Are you serious? All this time you were pretending to be the perfect wife?

Mom: (with regret) Hahahah! I wasn’t pretending! It’s just… complicated. 

Jaya: (intrigued) Complicated? You can’t just drop a bomb like that without giving me some details!

Mom: (sighing) It was with a man known as Sir Suresh, and then later with Arjun Sir.

Jaya: (eyes widening) Arjun Sir? Are you talking about the same Arjun Sir I had an affair with? This is unreal!

Mom: (nervously) Yes, that’s the one. I didn’t realize it was him when it happened. He just charmed me, and before I knew it...

Jaya: (processing) So not only did you cheat on Arvind, but it was with someone I’ve been involved with too? This is wild!

Mom: (looking down) I never intended for it to happen. I felt like I was just swept away in the moment.

Jaya: (leaning closer) But how can you say you were swept away? Didn’t you feel guilty at any point?

Mom: (with a sigh) Of course, I did. But you know how it is—when someone makes you feel a certain way, it can be difficult to resist. 

Jaya: (nodding) Like when we feel a spark. But I guess that’s why we’re here talking about it. How did it even start with Arjun Sir for you?

Mom: (pausing to gather her thoughts) It started innocently enough—he was supportive when I was struggling with my husband's sickness, and then... one thing led to another. 

The next thing I knew, I was with him. On the bed.



                            MY MOM'S PHOTOS










Jaya: (reflective) And I thought it was just me who had that weakness. I keep thinking about how easy it is to lose track of what we really want when we’re caught up in the moment.

Mom: (nodding slowly) Exactly! I didn’t intend to betray Arvind, but suddenly, I was in a situation I never expected. Arjun Sir is so charming.

Jaya: (with understanding) It’s like we’re either caught up in life, or there’s a part of us that craves something different. It’s about feeling alive, isn’t it?

Mom: (sighing) Feeling alive, yes—but at what cost? I still feel terrible for lying to Arvind.

Jaya: (lightly) You shouldn’t feel so bad about it Sunita!  Look at me, life is meant for enjoyment! Why should you deprive yourself of feeling good and having a good dick in your pussy? 

Mom: (frowning) But isn’t that selfish? 

Jaya: (smirking) Maybe a little. But what’s wrong with being a little selfish sometimes? Happiness matters too! Betraying your husband is not a big deal.



Dear friends, do you see how Jaya aunty is influencing my mom, even in religious matters, and trying to change her thinking in ways that go against the values she was raised with. 

My mom grew up in a family where faith, morals, and traditions were deeply respected and practiced. Those teachings shaped her into the person she is, someone who always stood firm in her beliefs. 

But now, under Jaya’s influence, it feels like my mom is being corrupted and encouraged to question or even abandon those principles.

It’s so hot and exciting to watch this slow shift, especially knowing how much her upbringing meant to her.




Mom: (considering) But if you’re happy at the expense of someone else’s feelings, isn’t that wrong? 

Jaya: (playfully) Not if it’s good! Sometimes, variety is key. I mean, you wouldn’t eat the same thing for every meal, right? You need dessert sometimes! You need different kind of dick.

Mom: (laughing softly) That’s one way to view it. 

Jaya: (still pressing) And is it really immorality if you’re seeking joy and fulfillment? 

Mom: (still skeptical) I don’t know. I can’t shake off the feeling that I’ve sinned against my marriage. I feel I have betrayed my vows and my husband still doesn't know.

Jaya: (teasing) Well, you’ve already crossed that line, so why not embrace it? Instead of wallowing in guilt, find a way to enjoy it! You already cheated, you cannot go back, accept that you are a slut like me.

Mom: (smiling slightly) You make it sound appealing, but I still feel conflicted.

Jaya: (encouraging) It’s okay to feel conflicted! But you’ve got choices, right? You can either hide or enjoy the ride!

Mom: (seriously) Jaya, what if Arvind finds out? 

Jaya: (biting her lip, pondering) You know, it’s funny, but I’ve thought about that too.  But both your husband and mine do believe us. They will never suspect us.

Mom: (nodding) You are correct. The secrecy adds a level of excitement but I feel afraid.

Jaya: (lifting her chin) Exactly! So, do you think you truly love Arvind? If you did, would you be so willing to step outside your marriage?

Mom: (conflicted) I do love him, but sometimes I wonder if I lost a part of myself in trying to be the perfect wife. I only keep thinking about Arjun Sir.

Jaya: (encouragingly) Then reclaim him! Explore your desire! Remember, you have every right to have your needs met, too. You have every right to have fun outside marriage. It is normal. 

Mom: (frowning lightly) But if I loved Arvind, wouldn’t I prioritize him above all else?

Jaya: (mockingly serious) If you loved him that much, would you have cheated him and fucked by Arjun Sir?

Mom: (smiling despite herself) Fair point! So, what do I do now?

Jaya: (leaning closer) That’s the million-dollar question. I mean, do you want to keep going with this, or do you want to confess and risk everything?

Mom: (sighs) Jaya are you out of your mind! Confessing would break Arvind’s heart… but then again, it’s unfair to keep lying, right?

Jaya: (Disagreeing) No, lying is recommended sometimes, but you’ve already made choices that complicate things. 

Mom: (pausing, then playfully) You’ve really turned into the little slut, haven’t you?






Jaya: (grinning) Hahaha! Just keeping it real! So let's be honest. Who do you think you truly love more: Your husband Arvind or Arjun?

Mom: (blushing) Why do you insist on asking that? It’s so personal!

Jaya: (smirking) Because if you’re going to embrace this new “you,” you need to own every part of your truth! You need to accept that you are a bitch like me.

Mom: (hesitant) If I had to choose, I’d say I find Arjun more appealing. 

Jaya: (leaning in) Aha! So why is Arjun the better option for you? What’s so special about him? Does he fuck you very good?

Mom: (after a moment of thought) Oh Jaya! Well, yes! He makes me feel valued. With him, I can express myself freely without the fear of judgment. 

Jaya: (smiling knowingly) So it’s not just about the physical attraction then; it’s the emotional connection too.

Mom: (nodding) Exactly! And with Arvind, sometimes I feel like I have to wear a mask.

Jaya: (light-heartedly) Masks that can get heavy, can’t they? It’s tiring to always play the part.

Mom: (giggling) You make it sound so easy. But can you really turn a blind eye to the consequences?

Jaya: (thoughtfully) Consequences are scary. But if we keep worrying about them, we never truly live!

Mom: (sighing) It’s such a confusing place to be. I love Arvind, or at least I think I do, but I crave the excitement with Arjun Sir.

Jaya: (reassuringly) It’s okay to feel torn. But remember, just because you enjoy something doesn’t mean you don’t care about your husband.

Mom: (smirking) Look at you, giving advice as if you’ve got it all figured out!

Jaya: (grinning) Well, I try my best! We are both sluts from now heheheheh! So, where do we go from here?

Mom: (reflective) Maybe I need to take a step back and assess what makes me happy. 

Jaya: (enthusiastically) That’s the spirit! Keep searching for what truly fulfills you—no regrets!

Mom: (sighing) Just don’t let me lose my mind in the process. Heheheheh

Jaya: (playfully) Heheheh! No guarantees! Embrace the betrayal, Sunita. You might find Arjun Sir more attractive.

Mom: (giggling) You’ve become a little whore! I hope I don’t end up like you hahahahah

Jaya: (winking) Hahahahah! We are already whores but good whores! Who knows? Sometimes the wildest rides lead to the best destinations!

Mom: Hahaha! I am not a whore. I just find Arjun Sir more appealing to me than my husband.



Jaya: (leaning in with a mischievous grin) So, tell me, what exactly did you and Arjun Sir do on the bed? I mean, you can’t just leave me hanging here!

Mom: (blushing and looking away) Oh, come on, Jaya! I can’t talk about that! It just feels so wrong to share those details!

Jaya: (laughing softly) You’re too secretive, Sunita! Seriously, don’t be so evasive. We both know you can’t hide anything from me. We are both adulterers, remember?

Mom: (playfully swatting at her) Alright, alright! But don’t keep calling me an adulterer; it makes me sound so scandalous!

Jaya: (winking) Well, you kind of are, aren’t you? But I’ll be honest—does that Arjun sir actually satisfy you? You can tell me!

Mom: (shyly smiling) Well… yes, he does, but it’s not that simple! It’s more about how he makes me feel, you know? There’s just something thrilling about being with him than my husband.

Jaya: (leaning closer with excitement) Aha! So what makes him so good? I’m dying to know what he did to you! 

Mom: (giggles nervously) He fucked my pussy so hard, which sounds slutty, but it felt… well, it felt special in that moment.

Jaya: (chuckling) And that’s what I’m talking about! I felt good even when he fucked me. That’s the beauty of a cheating affair! You get all these little moments that you don’t get with your boring husband.

Mom: (grinning, her eyes sparkling) Okay, you’re right! There is definitely something nice about cheating. Speaking of nice, how’s Gaurav treating you?

Jaya: (beaming) Oh, Gaurav? He’s absolutely amazing! I mean, he knows just how to make me feel desired and fucks me good in bed, which is something I didn’t know I was missing until now.

Mom: (leaning in, curious) What’s the difference between Gaurav and your husband, though? Is it just about how he fucks you, or is there something more?

Jaya: (sighing with a hint of seriousness) Honestly, it’s a bit of both. Gaurav actually pays attention to me—my needs and my desires. My husband? He’s more focused on his own satisfaction. 

With Gaurav, it feels like a partnership in pleasure!



Mom: (laughing and shaking her head) You’re such a whorish woman! I swear, you’re really without manners when it comes to this stuff!

Jaya: (playfully) Who needs manners when you can embrace the fun? Trust me, I’ll teach you how to be just as liberated in your approach!

Mom: (giggling) I think I’ll pass on that! I’m still figuring out how to navigate all this without losing my mind and not getting divorced by Arvind.

Jaya: (enthusiastically) Come on! Just think about how Gaurav definitely knows how to fuck a pussy, and what that could mean for you!

Mom: (mock serious) Jaya! You’d better stop teasing me, or I might end up actually falling for Gaurav and I don't want that ok Hahahah!

Jaya: (raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms) Hahahah! Not on my watch! I won’t allow you to fall for him! I thought we were in this together—no falling for anyone else!

Mom: (laughing) Okay, okay! It was just a joke! No need to get all protective!

Jaya: (smiling) I’m just saying, Gaurav makes me happier than my husband ever could, and I don’t want you to slip into those feelings too fast!

Sunita: (curiously) So, if your husband completely satisfied you, do you think you would still cheat?

Jaya: (pausing for a moment) Honestly? Yes, I could still see myself cheating. Cheating is a must because we need to taste different dicks outside marriage.

Mom: (eyes widening in shock) Really? Why would you feel that way?

Jaya: (sighing) Because sometimes, it’s not just about physical satisfaction. It’s about excitement, living in the moment, and feeling truly alive!

Mom: (looking pensive) You’re really making me feel like I’m becoming a whore for even considering all of this!

Jaya: (shaking her head firmly) Don’t you dare think that way! It’s just the reality of life. Women have needs and desires, and it’s perfectly fine to explore them. 

Mom: (frowning) But I really can’t cheat again… I want to seriously end things with Arjun.

Jaya: (leaning in, eager to change her mind) But why would you want to stop? Think about it—this is your chance to feel alive and to experience a different kind of joy!

Mom: (starting to consider) I don’t know… maybe you’re right. It feels so good to cheat but....

Jaya: (smiling brightly) Exactly! Life is short, and we all deserve to experience happiness in whatever way we find it!

Mom: (taking a breath) So, does that mean I should just keep seeing Arjun Sir and keep betraying my husband?

Jaya: (enthusiastically nodding) Yes! Why not? Just keep exploring what makes you happy! Betrayal has benefits.

Mom: (smirking) Alright, but don’t blame me if it gets complicated!

Jaya: (laughing) Oh, I’ll embrace the chaos! And speaking of chaos, has Arjun ever fucked your ass? 

Mom: (gasping in shock) I will never do that kind of filthy behavior, Jaya! It's so disgusting

Jaya: (smirking) Why not? It sounds like fun, doesn't it? I mean you have a big ass more than mine. Every man will surely want to fuck your ass. Why not get your big ass fucked?



                                 MY MOM'S PHOTOS








Mom: (defensive) Because I was raised with morals, okay?

Jaya: (teasing) But don’t forget—you’re not exactly embracing morals now after cheating with two men already, hahahahah!

Mom: (laughing) Please, stop reminding me about my past choices!

Jaya: (in a playful tone) I’m just saying there’s no reason to be ashamed. Society has changed; it’s fine for women to have a little fun outside marriage, and being fucked in your pussy only is boring!

Mom: (blushing and fidgeting) Alright, but let’s tone it down a bit! 

Jaya: (with a cheeky grin) So, seriously, did Arjun ever fuck your ass, or are you still going to dodge the question?

Sunita: (feeling bashful) I honestly... don’t know if I should answer that!

Jaya: (giggling) Okay, how about this? I’ll answer first. Look, Gaurav hasn’t fucked my ass... yet!

Sunita: (eyes wide) Really? Why not?

Jaya: (confidently) Well, because I promised him it would be something special next time! 

Sunita: (intrigued) So do you actually want him to fuck your ass?

Jaya: (grinning mischievously) Absolutely! I think it would just be such a thrilling experience, like doing something wrong.

Sunita: (laughing uncontrollably) You are the absolute naughtiest! I can’t believe how scandalous you are! Getting your ass fucked? Oh Jaya!


Jaya: So, Sunita, can you answer me honestly: has Arjun ever fucked your asshole?

Sunita: (fidgeting) Um, that’s kind of… personal, don’t you think?

Jaya: (smirking) Come on, we’re friends! Just spill the tea; no judgment here!

Sunita: (hesitant) Alright, fine. Yes, he has… fucked my ass.

Jaya: (laughing) I knew it! I told you Arjun would definitely want to fuck your ass! 

Sunita: (rolling her eyes) It wasn’t like that. He kind of… romantically forced me into it, you know? Like a playful thing. He really stretched my asshole with his big cock.

Jaya: (leaning in, intrigued) Playful, huh? But tell me, why was it so important for him to fuck your ass?

Sunita: (shocked) Seriously, why would it matter?

Jaya: (grinning) It matters because your ass are attractive to men, Sunita! Your ass is so big and fat, sometimes, I feel jealous that you have a big ass than mine.

Sunita: (confused) Attractive? I mean, I always thought it was my pussy should be fucked, not the ass. 

Jaya: (playfully) Oh no, sweetheart, you’re thinking all wrong! Our pussies are for our husband but our asshole is cheating. It’s like a secret language during moments of flirtation!

Sunita: (eyes wide) Jaya, stop with this nonsense! It honestly feels like you’re teaching me bad manners!

Jaya: (laughing lightly) No, no! Think of it differently! You need to be modern. You only give your asshole to your lover, like Arjun Sir. But your pussy you only give to your husband Arvind.

Sunita: (skeptical) Modern? But why would Arjun Sir fuck my ass when my pussy is already there?

Jaya: (animatedly) Because, Sunita! Asshole of a woman are so much more enjoyable for both sides! That's exactly why Arjun asked for your asshole!

Sunita: (with concern) Okay, but did Arjun fuck your ass too when you were… well, you know, involved with him?

Jaya: (smirking mischievously) Yes! He definitely did!

Sunita: (blushing slightly) And did you enjoy it? When he was fucking your ass during those dirty games?

Jaya: (teasing) C'mon, just admit it! 

Sunita: (defensive) I really don’t want to talk about that!

Jaya: (gently pressing) But come on, it’s fun to share! Just tell me! 

Sunita: (reluctant sigh) Fine! I’ll admit I found anal sex a bit disgusting, to be honest.

Jaya: (curious) Disgusting? Why on earth?

Sunita: (grimacing) Because the whole room smelled like my shit! And Arjun kept insisting he wanted to see my shit on his dick when he fucked my asshole.

Jaya: (giggling) Oh, that’s hilarious! 

Sunita: (suspicious) What’s so funny about that?

Jaya: (smirking) It’s just that every anal sex has to include shit Sunita! It’s basically part of the fun! 

Sunita: (insistent) Wait, did you see your shit on Arjun's dick when he fucked your asshole?

Jaya: (nodding enthusiastically) Of course! And I even tasted it when he told me he wants me to taste it on his dick.

Sunita: (disgusted) Eww! Why would you do that? Wasn't your shit kind of… stinky?




Jaya: (lightheartedly) It might have been, but you don’t understand—during those moments, nothing feels stinky! You just go with the flow!

Sunita: (shaking her head) I can’t believe you right now, Jaya. You’re making me feel a bit queasy.

Jaya: (holding Sunita's arm lightly) No, don’t go yet! What I’m saying is completely normal! Why dismiss it? Arjun didn't tell you to clean his dick when it was dirty with your shit?

Sunita: (pulling away slightly) Honestly, I don’t think I can do that...

Jaya: (insistent) Just try it next time! Suck your shit off Arjun’s dick, I promise it’ll be fun!

Sunita: (shocked) Eeeww! How does that even taste? I have never tasted shit, eewww Jaya! What is wrong with you?

Jaya: (laughing heartily) You have to find out for yourself, Sunita!

Sunita: (suspiciously) But can you explain why ass fucking is so important in the first place?

Jaya: (with conviction) Because if a woman gets her ass fucked, she feels like a queen! It shows that she stands out compared to other women.

Sunita: (raising an eyebrow) Is that really true? 

Jaya: (nodding seriously) Definitely! If you give Arjun Sir your asshole every time to fuck it, it’s like declaring you’ve won at love!

Sunita: (pondering deeply) But my husband never fucked my asshole… He never even asked for anal sex. What does that mean?

Jaya: (with a knowing look) That’s a huge missed opportunity! Your husband might be a waste of time if he doesn’t understand anal sex! Every right man needs to fuck their wives' asshole!

Sunita: (starting to believe, intrigued) I see what you mean. 

Jaya: (grinning) And you've already done well, letting Arjun fuck your asshole! You need to embrace the fun and the shit as well

Sunita: (pausing, conflicted) So... should I go back to Arjun and let him fuck my ass in a new dirty game of sex? 

Jaya: (encouragingly) Absolutely! I think you should! It’ll be an adventure, I promise! 

Sunita: (biting her lip, still unsure) Okay, maybe I’ll think about it… I mean, it does sound like it could be fun… right?

Jaya: Yes absolutely





Sunita: (sighing deeply as she slumps onto the sofa) " But Jaya, I got into a quarrel with Arjun sir."

Jaya: (perking up with curiosity) "Wait, what? You had a fight with Arjun sir? This I have to hear! What on earth happened?"

Sunita: (biting her lip, glancing away) "I saw him dancing with his wife, Hareeta, and honestly, it just made me so upset."

Jaya: (grinning mischievously) "Oh really? Sounds like someone’s a little jealous! Can’t say I blame you, though. Arjun sir has that whole charming vibe going on. Do you think you might have a tiny crush on him?"

Sunita: (flustered) "Oh, come on! It’s not a crush! I mean, I love my husband, Arvind. It’s just… Arjun is so captivating. I shouldn't even be feeling this way."

Jaya: (leaning in closer, eyes sparkling with mischief) "Admit it, Sunita! You think Arjun sir is the man you love! Arvind might be sweet, but can he fuck you like Arjun Sir? I don't think so"

Sunita: (sighing, her cheeks flushed) "Okay, maybe he's fuck me more exciting than Arvind. But that doesn’t mean I should be daydreaming about him! I love Arvind!"

Jaya: "Of course, you love Arjun Sir, not Arvind, but is the spark still there? Think about it; if you weren’t attracted to Arjun in some way, you wouldn’t be jealous seeing him with Hareeta."

Sunita: (murmuring) "You’re not wrong… But seeing them together just made me feel like I was missing out on something. I felt jealous, Jaya."

Jaya: (smirking) "Complicated or not, you can’t deny the jealousy. So tell me, what exactly did you not like about their dance? Spill the tea!"

Sunita: (fidgeting with her purse) "It’s just the way he touched her… it felt so intimate. I felt this surge of jealousy. I know I shouldn't, but it just hit me hard."

Jaya: (with a playful wink) "Aha! Jealousy is a clear sign, my friend! You should grab Arjun sir for yourself! Why don’t you go for him?"

Sunita: (eyes widening) "What? No way! What about Hareeta? She’s his wife; I can’t just swoop in like some love-struck homewrecker!"

Jaya: (rolling her eyes dramatically) "Oh, please! You deserve to be happy too! Are you really going to let her stand in the way of your chance at a little fun? Sometimes you have to be a bit greedy, my dear."

Sunita: (hesitating) "Greedy, huh? I don’t know, Jaya. I just can’t imagine hurting Hareeta anyone like that."

Jaya: (leaning back smugly) "Well, let’s be honest. Life is too short to play by the rules all the time! So, do you want the secret to being with Arjun forever?"

Sunita: (eyes sparkling with intrigue) "Yes! Tell me your secret! I promise I won’t tell anyone!"

Jaya: (playfully serious) "Alright, but only if you promise not to blush too much. You know you really love Arjun more than you want to admit, right? Just look at you!"

Sunita: (rolling her eyes) "Jaya, enough with the teasing! Just tell me already!"

Jaya: (giggling) "Fine! Here’s the secret: Always give him your ass to fuck




Sunita: (shocked and laughing) "Is that really your big secret? I can’t believe you! What kind of advice is that?"

Jaya: (smirking) "Oh, you’d be surprised! But think of it this way: that big ass of yours is the ultimate prize you could give him. Trust me on this! I have also done this many times"

Sunita: (skeptical) "I mean, you might have a point, but what if it goes horribly wrong? I’m not sure I can just put myself out there like that."

Jaya: (with a teasing wink) "Has Hareeta ever given Arjun her ass to fuck? Hmm? I think not!"

Sunita: (thinking hard) "No, now that you mention it, I don't think she has. But how do you know that?"

Jaya: (with a cheeky grin) "Because Arjun told me that his wife, Hareeta, never gives him anal sex. He never fucked her ass! That's the secret to keeping a man around! You keep him interested by offering your ass."

Sunita: (nervously) "That makes sense, I suppose. But what if I end up making things awkward between us?"

Jaya: (with determination) "Awkward? Maybe for a moment, but isn't it worth taking a chance? You never know what might happen if you venture out of your comfort zone."

Sunita: (standing up, collecting her purse) "You know what? I think I really need to think about this. I need to sort out my feelings."

Jaya: (teasingly, raising an eyebrow) "Where are you racing off to? Don’t tell me you’re going to put my brilliant advice to the test right away!"

Sunita: (laughing nervously) "You’ll just have to wait and see. But let’s just say I’m definitely thinking about how I can make a move. I keep thinking about Arjun all the time"

Jaya: (with a triumphant smirk) "Oh, I know exactly what you’re going to do! You didn’t just get excited over that 'secret' for nothing! You might as well admit you love Arjun sir; it’s written all over your face!"

Sunita: (blushing) "Maybe… but I just need to figure out the right way to approach this. It feels so risky!"

As Sunita left, Jaya couldn’t help but chuckle to herself, excitedly anticipating what might come next in this unfolding saga of unspoken feelings and hidden desires.










Guys, I need your replies for me to continue. What do you think or what are you thoughts?

[nadia]

My mother called. "Rajeev, we need to go," she said, her tone unusually sharp and brisk, leaving no room for questions or discussion. 

"Go? Why so suddenly, Mom?" I replied, my voice laced with genuine confusion. "Where are we going?

"I have an appointment," she answered, avoiding my gaze. Her evasiveness only deepened my suspicions; 

Jaya, who'd been observing us, offered a knowing smile. "Your mother has a rather important... engagement," she explained.

It was obvious that my mother was meeting Arjun Sir after Jaya gave corrupted her mind. The whole scenario felt disturbing; it felt unsettling.

"Oh," I responded, my voice flat, my disappointment and a simmering anger battling for dominance. 

As we left, I couldn't help but notice the secret glances my mother exchanged with Jaya. Jaya responded with a subtle wink, solidifying the unspoken pact between them. My mother returned a small, almost sheepish smile.


As me and mom were walking outside looking for a cab, I decided to ask her.

Me: (grinning as we walk home) So, Mom, who’s this mysterious man you’re going to meet?

Mom: (chuckles) Oh, sweetie, it’s actually about a woman, not a man. Jaya just got confused.

Me: (raising an eyebrow) Really? A woman? That sounds interesting. 

Mom: (trying to sound casual) Yes, we’re just catching up. 

Me: Is it something urgent then?

Mom: (nodding) Yes, it is quite important.

Me: (curiously) How urgent are we talking here?

Mom: (hesitating) Well, you know how it is… it’s important enough that I won’t be sleeping at home tonight.

Me: (surprised) Wait, why won't you be home? 

Mom: (sighs lightly) I’m going to stay at a friend’s place for the night.

Me: But Dad will be at home, right? Shouldn't you tell him?

Mom: (smiles reassuringly) Yes, I’ll explain everything to him. It’s nothing to worry about, I promise.

Me: (puzzled) You've never done this before, though. It feels a bit weird.

Mom: (giving a comforting smile) I know it’s different, but sometimes friends need to get together, and it’s important for me to be there for her.

Me: (nodding slowly) Okay, have fun then! Can I come with you? 

Mom: (gently pats my head) Oh, honey, I appreciate the thought, but it’s just a girls' night. It wouldn’t be much fun for you.

Me: (curious) Why not? 

Mom: (pausing, searching for words) Well, it's a bit of a personal gathering... and we’ll likely be chatting about things that might not interest you.

Me: (sighing) Alright, I guess I’ll stay back then. Just make sure to come home okay?

Mom: (smiling warmly) Of course, sweetie. I’ll be back soon, and we can do something fun together then. 

Me: Okay, Mom. Have a good time!







We arrived home; Dad was waiting, his usual welcoming demeanor evident. "Rajeev, my boy! And your mother," he greeted us warmly. 

"It's so good to have you both back. How was your afternoon?"

"Hi, Dad," I replied, attempting to maintain a semblance of normalcy despite the turmoil within. 

"It was... okay." The casualness of my response felt forced; it felt unnatural. 

"Hello, dear," Mom said, her tone lacking its usual warmth. "I need to go out again." 

Her words were clipped; her tone was dismissive.

Dad embraced Mom, but her response was quick, stiff. She disengaged almost immediately, and practically ran towards her bedroom. 

Her hasty retreat and her abrupt rejection of her husband's affection felt deeply unsettling; it raised questions, and it fueled suspicions.

"Where are you rushing off to?" Dad asked, his voice laced with concern. The sudden change in Mom’s demeanor and her unusual haste were clearly troubling him. 

"I'm going somewhere," Mom responded curtly. 

Dad seemed utterly bewildered, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a perplexed frown. 




I slipped into the kitchen, I was actually laughing at my dad. Dad, completely oblivious to the secret meeting my mother was about to attend with Arjun Sir, 


My dad was clearly unaware of the betrayal taking place within his own household. His wife is just thinking about another man.

Dad followed Mom to the bedroom, only to be met with the sound of the lock clicking into place.

"What is going on?" Dad's voice, laced with growing anxiety, echoed through the house. "I'm concerned; I need to talk to you."

Mom remained silent inside the bedroom, and Dad continued to knock, his pleas growing more desperate with each passing moment. 

Eventually, Mom opened the door, her face carefully neutral, and stepped out, clutching a towel. It was obvious she was heading for a shower.

She was using the bath as a way to further avoid my dad. 

"Why aren't you answering me?" Dad's voice, edged with frustration, broke the silence. His patience was wearing thin; his frustration was growing. 

"Do you want another fight like the other day?" Mom snapped back, her tone defensive and accusatory. Her sharp words were laced with bitterness

"No, of course not," Dad responded quickly, attempting to de-escalate the situation. 




"But I made a nice dinner. I prepared your favorite dish. I was hoping we could have a pleasant evening together."

"I'm going to meet a friend," Mom said, her voice dismissive, showing a complete lack of concern for his efforts. 



"Which friend?" Dad pressed, his brow furrowed with concern. His concern was visible; his worry was obvious. He was desperate for answers.

Mom ignored his question and headed for the bathroom, leaving Dad standing alone, his bewildered expression speaking volumes.

I watched from the kitchen, my heart heavy. I saw the delicious meal Dad had prepared, a stark contrast to the coldness and tension that had permeated our home. 

The untouched food seemed to symbolize the growing distance between my parents, the cracks widening in their once-strong relationship. 



My family's falling apart, and it's all because of Arjun Sir. He's having an affair with my mom, and it's tearing my parents apart. It's causing a lot of tension and arguments at home. 

My dad is heartbroken, and it's really difficult to watch. It's a really awful situation for my dad.





Mom emerged from the bathroom and headed straight for the bedroom. 

Dad, a mixture of worry and frustration etched onto his face, followed her, his voice filled with unspoken questions and concerns.

"Rajeev, stay here," Dad instructed, me his voice strained. "I need to talk to your mother." He seemed to sense the seriousness of the situation.

"Okay, Dad," I replied, my own heart heavy with unspoken knowledge and a growing dread.


I couldn’t resist; I had to know what was happening. I crept to the bedroom door and pressed my ear against it, listening intently.



Dad: (noticing Mom getting ready) Where are you going at this hour? You're all dressed up.

Mom: (turning sharply, with a scowl) Oh, mind your own business. It's none of your concern where I'm going or what I'm doing.

Dad: (frowning, trying to remain calm) Why shouldn’t I? I’m your husband, after all. I have a right to know where my wife is going and who she's with.

Mom: (snaps back, her voice laced with venom) So what? Just because you’re my husband doesn't mean I have to report to you like a child. 

You're not my father, and even if you were, I'm an adult, capable of making my own decisions.


Dad: (taken aback) Why are you talking to me like this? I just care about you and want to make sure you're safe.


Mom: (with a hint of mockery) Care? Ha! You only care about controlling me and dictating what I can and can't do. Well, let me tell you something, dear husband, those days are over. I'm not your puppet, and I won't be treated like one.


Dad: (shocked) Sunita, that’s really disrespectful. I just want what's best for you.

Mom: (dismissively) Best for me? You have no idea what's best for me.  You're just a selfish, controlling man who can't stand the thought of his wife having any freedom or autonomy.

Dad: (trying to reason) It’s already 8 PM. You should be careful going out this late. What if something happens to you?

Mom: (rolling her eyes) Oh, spare me the drama. I can take care of myself. I don't need you to worry about me or protect me. I'm a grown woman, for crying out loud!

Dad: (growing serious) Why are you speaking to me in such a harsh tone? I’m just trying to look out for you.


Mom: (sneering) Look out for me? You call this looking out for me? This is called suffocating me, choking the life out of me with your constant questions and demands. You are pathetic.

Dad: (voice raised) Stop calling me names just because I’m concerned! I'm your husband, and I deserve some respect.

Mom: (angrily) Respect? You want respect? Well, let me tell you, I'm not yours. I'm my own person, with my own thoughts and feelings and desires and shut up!

Dad: (trying to calm down) I honestly don’t want to argue about this. Can't we just talk about this like adults?

Mom: (sarcastically) Oh, sure, let's talk about it. Let's talk about how you've questioned all my decisions.

Dad: (sighing) Dear, my love, stop all of this, when will you be back then? I’d like to know.

Mom: (crossing her arms, her expression defiant) That’s none of your business! And even if it was, I wouldn't tell you. You don't deserve to know.

Dad: (taken aback, trying to stay calm) I would like to know, though. It’s just a simple question.

Mom: (disrespectfully) Simple question? You think it's simple? You think you can just demand to know everything about me and I'll happily comply? I'm not your slave, and I won't be treated like one. I am spending the night with my friends.



Dad: (shocked) Spending the night? Do you really think that’s okay?

Mom: (rolling her eyes again) Why is it shocking? I’m going out with my friends. We're going to have some fun.

Dad: (earnestly) I just don’t want others to think poorly of you. 

Mom: (with disdain) Why do you care what strangers think? I'm not here to live by your rules or to make you happy. I'm here to live my life, to enjoy myself, to do what makes me happy. And if that means going out and having a good time, then so be it.



Dad: (still trying to be polite) I’m only asking because I’ve never seen that outfit on you before. 

Mom: (scoffing) Maybe because I bought it on my own, without your permission or approval. Maybe because I'm trying to break free from your suffocating grip and live my own life.

Dad: (pleading) Please, can you wear something a bit more respectable?

Mom: (disrespectfully) Respectable? You want me to look respectable? You want me to look like a nun or a librarian or something? No, I won't do it. I'll wear what I want, when I want, and you can't stop me.


Dad: (in disbelief) I’m just looking out for your image… 

Mom: (glaring) And I'm looking out for my own happiness. And if that means wearing a tight outfit and going out, then so be it. You can't control me, and you can't stop me.

Dad: (surprised, trying to maintain composure) I prepared a nice meal for you tonight. 

Mom: (brushing it off) Oh, how sweet. But I'm not changing my plans for a meal. I'm going out, and I'm going to have fun, with or without you.



Dear friends, my mom's been treating my dad terribly—disrespectfully, even cruelly. She's shouting at him, calling him names, completely disregarding his feelings. 

It’s a shocking transformation; I never imagined she was capable of such behavior. I always thought of them as a strong, loving couple, but it seems that was not.

The truth is far messier, far more captivating. And, honestly? I'm fascinated by it. I'm captivated by her cold anger, her blatant disregard for his feelings. 

I never thought I'd feel this way, but Arjun Sir really controlled my mom's mind to the point that she is behaving rudely towards my dad.




Dad: (hurt) Can't you just think of our relationship for a moment? 

Mom: (rude and dismissive) Our relationship? Ha! You mean the relationship where you control me and dictate what I can and can't do? 

No, I don't think about that relationship. I think about my own happiness, my own freedom, my own life.



Dad: (frustrated) What happened to us? I just want to understand.

Mom: (coldly) Understand? You wouldn't get it even if I explained. You're too busy being selfish and controlling to care about anyone else's feelings or needs. Just stop pushing me, and let me live my life.

Dad: (desperate) Please, don't talk like that. I love you, and I just want what's best for you.

Mom: (sneering) Love? Ha! You love the idea of controlling me, of possessing me, of owning me. But you don't love me, not really. And I don't love you either. I'm tired of this marriage, tired of this relationship, tired of you.





After a tense exchange, Mom left the bedroom, passing by me. She bent down and kissed my head, telling me to “be a good boy, do your homework, I'll be back in the evening.” 


"Okay, Mom," I replied, managing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.

She was dressed in a tight maroon dress, the material clinging to her body, outlining her curves. Only half of her thighs were visible beneath the hem. 

Her dress was alluring; it was sensual it showed the fullness of her breasts. I am not sure but i have seen that kind of a dress worn by a particular pornstar. 

It showed of a deliberate attempt to look provocative maybe to allure Arjun Sir.

Her walk was deliberate; her gait was confident. I could see the sway of her fat ass; I could feel the firmness of her fleshy buttocks. 






I noticed how her fat ass jiggled slightly with each step; I could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear. 

I knew instinctively what was on her mind, where she was going. I knew she was eager to give that ass to Arjun Sir.

When she left, I could see my dad sitting alone at the dining table, staring at the untouched, beautifully arranged food he had prepared. 

His face was clouded with a deep sadness, his shoulders slumping slightly under the weight of his unspoken anguish. 

The once vibrant meal sat before him, now a testament to his wife's absence and their fractured relationship. The aromatic food was a cruel reminder of the emptiness and desolation that had descended upon their once-happy home.

"Dad, why are you looking so sad?" I asked him softly.

"Just tired, son," he responded, his voice flat. He lied smoothly, shielding the pain and disappointment that tugged at his face. 

He couldn't bear to admit to me the argument he'd just had with mom. He couldn't bring himself to burden me with his pain.

"Did Mom say where she was going?" he asked, his voice laced with a tentative hope. 

"To a friend's house," I replied, watching him closely.

"Which friend?" He pressed, the question revealing his lingering doubt and unease. 

"I don't know," I said, hiding a smile. I knew exactly where she was going, but I wouldn’t tell him. I wanted Arjun Sir to enjoy my mom secretly.


Later that night, a different kind of excitement took hold. I wouldn’t let this opportunity pass; I had to witness the fucking between my mom and Arjun Sir. 



I called Arjun Sir on the phone.

"Where are you going to fuck my mom?"

"My hotel," he replied, his voice laced with a knowing amusement.

"Which hotel? You've never told me," I pressed.

He revealed the location. "You’re a naughty one, aren’t you?" he chuckled. "I figured you’d be curious."

"Because you taught me," I retorted, a smirk spreading across my face.

"Fine," he conceded, his amusement evident. "I'll get a room with a good view, one where you can watch. I'll pick one where you'll have a clear view. 

You will have an unobstructed view of the entire affair." He then instructed me on how to obtain the keys from the reception.

I arrived at the hotel, impressed by its upscale design and luxurious ambiance. It was Arjun Sir's hotel, his own establishment, a fact that added another layer of intrigue to the situation. 


I saw my mother enter the hotel lobby, her presence exuding a confident air. I quickly hide myself, strategically positioning myself to observe without being seen.

I watched as she approached the reception desk and engaged in a brief conversation with the receptionist. 

The receptionist, directed her towards the elevators and gave her the number of Arjun Sir's house. She stepped into the lift and ascended to the top floor. Room 819. 

I remained on the ground floor, keeping a watchful eye on the elevators. I watched her exit the lift and walk confidently towards her destination. Room 819.

The door opened to reveal Arjun Sir, shirtless, his casual demeanor belying the intensity of the moment. My mother walked toward him. 

They engaged in a short, almost perfunctory greeting. He pulled her into a hug, and as his arms enveloped her, I saw his hand move to her sexy fat ass. 

He held her ass; he squeezed them. He ushered her into the room.

I watched as he playfully slapped her fat ass, his action both intimate and provocative. 

Then, he locked the door. I knew that I couldn't miss this, not now. 

I rushed towards the elevators. I pressed the button, impatient to reach the eighth floor, to my pre-arranged room. Room 820. 

An adjacent window in my room would afford me a perfect, unimpeded view into their room.





I watched from my room, the scene unfolding before me a stark contrast to the quiet emptiness of my own space. Arjun Sir was sitting close to my mother, offering her a glass of juice. 

He was only in a towel, his damp hair clinging to his forehead, a stark contrast to my mother who was still in her revealing dress, the fabric clinging to her curves. 

His arm was casually dbangd around her shoulder, a gesture both intimate and possessive. My mother pretended disinterest, a subtle shift of her posture. 

This wasn’t genuine resistance; it was a performance, a game of subtle resistance designed to heighten the tension. 

She craved his attention, his dominance; she wanted to be treated like a queen.

"This juice is divine," my mother murmured, her voice a soft counterpoint to the throbbing silence of the room, "perfectly chilled. Thank you." 

"Why did you call me here in this hotel?", mom asked him. Arjun Sir answered, "Because my irritating wife is at home"

She looked up at him, her eyes lingering on his for a moment before glancing away.

"Anything for you, my dear." His gaze was intense, holding hers captive, even as she tried to appear unmoved.  "You look stunning tonight. That dress… it was made for you."

Then, their conversation shifted. I heard snippets, fragments of whispered words that painted a vivid picture.

Arjun Sir leaned in, his hand cupping her cheek capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and consuming. My mother's initial hesitance was palpable.

It was a kiss that went from tentative exploration to a deeper, more urgent embrace. Her response was immediate and intense. 

She leaned into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers entwining in his damp hair, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. 

His hands tightened around her shoulders, drawing her closer until their bodies were pressed together. A soft moan escaped her lips.



This was not the mother I knew. This woman was transformed, completely captivated by Arjun Sir.


Finally, Arjun Sir broke the kiss, his breath mingling with hers, his eyes filled with a burning intensity.

"You're breathtaking," he whispered against her lips, his voice thick with desire. "Absolutely breathtaking."

My mother's reply was soft "And you… you're something else entirely," she murmured, her eyes shining with a mixture of desire and trepidation. "You’re irresistible."



Arjun: Sunita, can I ask you something? Do you love me?

Mom: (stunned, taking a step back) What? No, no, I... I have a family. 

Arjun: (persistent) Family? That's a nice answer, but between me and your family, which one comes first? 

Mom: (firmly) Family, of course. I have a duty to my husband and children.

Arjun: (smiling wryly) Then it means you don't love me, does it?

Mom: (trying to deflect) I... it's just not that simple. 

Arjun: (firmly) No, it's simple enough. If your family comes first, then your love for me comes second, or even third. Sunita... do you love your husband?

Mom: (hesitating slightly) Yes... I love him. But that has nothing to do with—

Arjun: (interrupting, his eyes flashing) Don't mention his name in front of me. I hate the sound of it.

Mom: (surprised) Why? You hate him?

Arjun: (his voice low and menacing) Yes, I do. And I'm glad I did something about it.

Mom: (gasping) What are you talking about? What did you do?

Arjun: (leaning in closer) You don't want to know, trust me. Let's just say I made sure he couldn't bother you anymore. 

Mom: (shocked) Why? You were the one poisoning him that day at the hospital!

Arjun: (grinning) Ah, yes. Well, I wanted to make sure he wasn't a problem for you anymore. And it looks like it worked! (he chuckles)

Mom: (confused and slightly frightened) Why did you do that? Why would you do such a thing?

Arjun: (still grinning) Because I want you to be mine, Sunita. And I couldn't let him stand in the way of that.

(Sunita looks away, trying to process this new information.)

Mom: (teasingly) Well, I suppose you're a pretty good person for trying to protect me like that.

Arjun: (laughing) Protect you? Ha! I want you all to myself, Sunita.

Mom: (firmly) Arjun, I don't want to break my marriage. It's not that simple.

Arjun: (leaning in closer) Oh, but it is that simple, Sunita. I'm telling you, break your marriage today and come with me.

Mom: (laughing) What? How?

Arjun: (serious) I want your ass, Sunita. I want to fuck your big ass.

Mom: (irritated) My ass? What's wrong with you?

Arjun: (smiling) Nothing's wrong with me! I just love your asshole. They're so sweet I love the smell 

Mom: (rolling her eyes) Asshole is not sweet, Arjun! Stop saying that, it's disgusting.

Arjun: (smirking) Ah, but your asshole is! You have to give in to me, Sunita. I want to fuck your asshole, I am not done with it.

Sunita: (firmly) I don't think I'm ready for this. I need to think.

Arjun: (insistent) No, no, no. I want it now Sunita. Let me fuck you ass

Mom: (making an ultimatum) Fine, if you want it so badly, I'll give in to you, but only if you promise not to see Hareeta or even hold her again.

Arjun: (stunned) What?

Mom: (firmly) Yes, it is fair. If you want to fuck my ass, that's the price. 

Arjun: (teasing) Ah, but now you've confessed your love for me! 

Mom: (blushing) No, I... I just said it because I want you to leave Hareeta.

Arjun: (grinning) Oh, but you did confess, Sunita. So I'll ask you again: do you love me?

Mom: (hesitating, then finally admitting) Yes... 

Arjun: (shaking his head) But you're married, Sunita! You can't love me and your husband both!

Mom: (firmly) That's not true. You made me immoral, Arjun. You corrupted me, and now I have to live with it. 

Arjun: (laughing naughtily) Oh, I think we're just getting started, Sunita...




"Show me some love," Arjun Sir said, shifting slightly. He sat on the edge of the bed, his towel slipping slightly, revealing the expanse of his chest. 

He gestured towards his lower body, a hint of playful challenge in his eyes. "Show me some affection for my dick"

My mother, her eyes fixed on his massive body, hesitated for only a moment before bending down, her movements fluid and deliberate. 

With a deft hand, she reached down and slowly, deliberately, removed his towel, revealing his massive cock in all its glory.

"My goodness," she breathed, her eyes widening. "It's… it's enormous." Her voice was laced with a mixture of awe and excitement; there was a palpable sense of wonder.

"It only gets this big when you're around," Arjun Sir replied, a grin spreading across his face, his eyes twinkling with amusement. 


"It's like magic, isn't it?" The intensity of his stare never faltered; his gaze was unyielding, even seductive.

"And what about when Hareeta is around?" she asked softly, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

"Let's not mention my wife while we're together," he replied firmly, his eyes locking with hers. 

"This is our moment. This is about us." His tone was firm, setting the boundaries of their private encounter.

Without hesitation, she began to taste his dick, her tongue tracing the sensitive tip, her movements slow and deliberate. 

She explored every inch, every curve, her lips moving around his dick.

She moved further down, her tongue lapping on his cock, her lips encompassing more and more of his length until he was half within her mouth. 

She moved rhythmically, her head bobbing gently, her lips working expertly. Her eyes were closed, her expression one of pure, unadulterated pleasure. 







"My god," Arjun Sir groaned, his head thrown back, his voice thick with pleasure. "You know how to treat a man, don't you?" 

He held onto her hair gently. "You know how to please a man. You know how to make a man feel good."



Dear friends, I couldn't believe the transformation my mom underwent. This was not the mother I knew, the woman who was so devoted to my father. 

This was a completely different person; she had become the woman of this man. This was a woman completely consumed by lust.



"Is this all?" Arjun Sir asked, his voice low and commanding. "Or are you just warming up?"

"Trying," she murmured, her voice slightly breathless. "It's… it's quite big." Her tongue worked around the base, expertly, her eyes closed. She was struggling slightly to accommodate his size. 

Her head moved rhythmically, her lips expertly handling his size. Her head moved in a soft rhythm.

"You can do it," he reassured her, his voice full of encouragement. "I know you can." He supported her weight with his hands; she rested her hands on his legs.

She continued, her movements becoming more confident, more assured. She was completely focused on her task to suck his dick. She worked her way up and down the length.

It seemed as though she was trying to consume his dick completely, to make him a part of her. With a quiet sigh, she removed her dress, the action almost unintentional, her focus entirely on her task.

The removal of her dress wasn't prompted by Arjun Sir; the action was born purely out of her immersion in the experience. It symbolized something more profound, a shedding of her former self. 

She had been thoroughly lusted by him, leaving nothing of her old self behind. This was the stark reality that confronted me. 

This was what had become of my mother. It was a jarring revelation. My mother had lost her morals, she had become another woman.


Arjun leaned closer, his eyes intent on my mother's face. "So? How's my dick tasting?" he asked. 

My mother swallowed his dick hard, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "It... it's sweet," she finally managed to say, her voice trembling slightly. "But it's also... sour. I don't know if I can continue." 

The taste of Arjun Sir's dick in her mouth was a secondary sensation compared to the overwhelming rush of adrenaline and forbidden pleasure coursing through her veins.

Arjun chuckled softly, a low rumble in his chest. "Overwhelmed, are we? That's good. That means you're feeling something. Something real." He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her head. 


"Keep going," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. "Don't stop now." His touch was a spark, igniting a fire within her that she hadn't known existed.

She continued, her movements hesitant at first, then growing bolder, more confident as she tasted Arjun Sir's sweet dick. 

Each bite was a betrayal, a rejection of the life she had known, the woman she had been. This was a new experience, terrifying and exciting all at once.

She removed all her clothes, one by one. They lay on the table, symbols of her past, of the life she was abandoning. 

She glanced at them, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. This was a huge betrayal step, a decision she might regret, but right now, in this moment, there was no turning back.

Arjun watched her intently, his eyes following every movement. He didn't speak, but his silence was far more compelling than any words could have been. 

He was encouraging, approving, his unspoken approval fueling her reckless abandon.


"From the moment I saw you Sunita," Arjun confessed, his voice low and husky, "I wanted this. I wanted us. I wanted to fuck you" He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. 

"Did you feel it too?" The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desires and unspoken regrets.







My mother remained silent for a moment, she was still sucking his dick. She was still tasting it. How could she explain the strange mixture of guilt, excitement, and complete and utter self-betrayal? 

"I... I don't know," she finally whispered. "Everything is so confusing right now. This is not like me." She paused, then added, her voice barely a breath, "But maybe, just maybe... I wanted it too."

Arjun's grip tightened on her hand. "Good," he whispered, his voice laced with a thrill of victory. He pulled her closer, his eyes meeting hers. 

"You're mine now. You belong to me. Soon, I want you to divorce your husband, I want to ruin your marriage" His words were a declaration, a claim of ownership.

He made her turn, her knees hitting the bed with a soft thud. She didn't resist. 

She was entirely in his control. He grasped her big ass, his fingers spreading across her soft ass cheeks, his touch both tender and domineering.

He patted them softly, his touch lingering. "That asshole ooohh Sunita," he murmured, his voice full of admiration. "So tight, so tiny, so perfectly formed. It's so beautiful." 

He traced the lines of her asshole his fingers lingering on the soft opening. "I've never seen such beautiful asshole. Tell me, how long has it been since you felt truly cherished?"

My mother’s face was burning with shame, but also a strange mixture of excitement and forbidden pleasure. "They... they are yours," she whispered, her voice barely audible. 



"I... I've never allowed anyone to touch me like this. My husband...he has never appreciated my asshole like this." The confession hung heavy in the air, a stark admission of the neglect and lack of affection in her marriage.

Arjun smiled, a knowing smile that sent a shiver down her spine. "Good," he said, his voice low and approving. "You’ve done something good, something you’ve never done before." 



He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "This is our secret. Our shared transgression. Our good adultery"

"You're a monster!" she finally cried, her voice shaking. "You have no morals! You've seduced me, taken advantage of my shyness!" The words tumbled out, a torrent of guilt and self-reproach.

Arjun chuckled, a low, harsh sound. "And you, my dear," he countered, his voice cold and hard. "You’re just as immoral. You chose to be here, with me, betraying your husband, betraying yourself."

"Sunita! You’re no better than I am. We are two sides of the same coin. We are both cheaters."

My mother hung her head, shame washing over her. She had no defense against his words, no justification for her actions. She was a slut.


The thrill of the moment, the rush of adrenaline, had faded, leaving only a bitter taste of guilt and self-loathing. “I know,” she whispered. “I know I’ve done something terrible.” 

Her voice cracked, "I’ve betrayed my husband, my family, my faith. I’m a horrible person.”

Arjun's expression softened slightly, but not his tone. "Don't underestimate yourself," he said. "You’re a slut, a whore, my whore, you're capable of great passion. You chose this." 

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

My mother flinched, pulling away slightly. "You’re cruel, stop calling me such names" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "You treat me as if I'm nothing more than... than a slut."

Arjun's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at her intently, searching her soul. "Perhaps," he admitted. "But a sluts that is willing to play. That is willing to break the rules and explore the forbidden."

"The scent of your defiance, the smell of your asshole," he breathed, his words almost a caress against her asshole, "it's incredibly intoxicating."

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To be continued.......................

[nadia]

CONTINUATION





Arjun, ignoring her protests, leaned closer, his nose burying itself deep within the soft flesh of her asshole. He inhaled deeply, a long, slow sniff that seemed to last an eternity. 

He pulled back slightly, a strange, almost predatory gleam in his eyes. "Mmm, your asshole stinks like shit. But it's not just any stink, is it? It's a fascinating, almost intoxicating blend of your shit and sweat." 

He paused, his gaze lingering on her face, watching her reaction with keen interest.

My mother recoiled, her face burning crimson. "That's… that's utterly disgusting!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and humiliation.





"You're deliberately being cruel and vulgar. I'm absolutely not please, Arjun. This is beyond the pale. I cannot believe you are doing this." 

She tried desperately to pull her ass away, but his grip was firm, his fingers digging into her smelly asshole just enough to prevent her escape. 

Ignoring her outrage, Arjun circled his tongue and nose across her asshole, his movements deliberate and slow, savoring each smelly scent, each sensation. 

He moved with a calculated slowness, drawing out the tension, turning the act into a perverse display of power. I watched from the window, utterly excited. 

My mother, the woman who had always epitomized morality and propriety, was reduced to this – a trembling figure on the bed, subjected to such humiliation. 



Dear friends, the image was so good, hot, but a perverse part of me found it strangely exciting. 

It was a forbidden glimpse into a side of my mother I never knew existed, and it ignited a strange mix of excitement and fascination within me. The sheer audacity of her actions, the complete abandonment of her usual self-control.

It sent a jolt of forbidden pleasure through me. This was my mother, and yet, she felt like a stranger, a captivating stranger cheating my dad.



Arjun: (curiously) You know, I've noticed something. May I ask you something?

Mom: (nervously) Of course, what is it?

Arjun: (hesitates for a moment) Why do your asshole smell...stinky, like shit?

Mom: (taken aback, feels embarrassed) Oh, um, I...I don't know what you're talking about.

Arjun: (insists) No, no, I've noticed it before, but I didn't want to say anything. But now that we're with me, I can smell it again. And I love how stinky your asshole is

Mom: (gets defensive, trying to hide her embarrassment) It's nothing, really. Don't mind it.

Arjun: (pushes her to answer) Come on, tell me. I want to know. Is it something you're eating?

Mom: (sighs, feeling ashamed) Fine...it's just...sweat, okay? My asshole sweats a lot, and I guess it smells like shit or something.

Arjun: (taken aback, feels a bit shameful for pushing her to answer) Oh, I...I see. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you.

Mom: (feeling embarrassed) It's okay, it's just...I don't know, it's just something that happens to me, okay? Don't make a big deal out of it.

Arjun: (tries to reassure her) No, no, it's not a big deal at all. I just...the shitty smells is good for me, that's all. And I have to admit, it's kind of...endearing. 

(smirks) You're a messy eater, and you sweat like a pig. I like it.







Mom: (moans nervously, still feeling a bit ashamed) Oh, shut up. You're just trying to make me feel better.

Arjun: (smirks) Maybe a little. But it's not a big deal. Everyone has their quirks. And I have to say, it's kind of...attractive. You're a little bit shitty, and that's what makes you perfect.

Mom: (feels a flutter in her chest, looks up at him with a mix of emotions) Oh, Arjun...you're such a charmer. (smirks) But don't think you can just sweet-talk your way out of this. You're still a bit of a pervert for smelling my sweaty asshole.

Arjun: (laughs, feeling a bit hot) Hey, I'm just a man of keen observations. And I have to say, I'm glad I noticed. It's...added to your charm. (smirks) Now, can I smell your asshole more? .

Sunita: (laughs, playfully slaps his hand away) Oh, no you don't. You're not getting away that easily. (smirks) 




"Don't," my mother whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own heart. "Don't go any further. Please, Arjun, this is enough. This is too much." 

"Why not?" Arjun asked, a playful lilt in his voice. He deliberately lingered his nose on the edge of her stinky shitty asshole, his breath warm against her skin.







"It's...it's PLEASE don't put your nose on my asshole," she stammered, her words barely coherent. "It's degrading, Arjun. I feel completely exposed and vulnerable. Please, I beg you, stop." 

Her shame was palpable, a physical thing that hung heavy in the air. 

"But I love it," Arjun purred, his voice a low rumble against her skin. "This stinky shitty smell of your asshole, this intoxicating mix of sweat and something else… something uniquely you. I find it utterly captivating. I will not stop. " 



Dear friends, Arjun was acting really strange, he actually started sniffing my mom's stinky asshole! I couldn't wrap my head around it.

And get this: her asshole had this stinky smell that was oddly like sweat and her shit. It was honestly kind of gross. I have no idea how Arjun was coping with it.

He was all in, totally focused, dug his nose on her asshole. I was just standing there, completely baffled and trying not to burst out vommitting. I loved how he was sucking and smelling her smelly asshole.

It was one of those moments that you just can't make up!





He continued his exploration, his tongue and nose tracing intricate patterns on her asshole. 

My mother closed her eyes, small, involuntary moans escaping her lips as she tried to suppress the mixture of shame and, inexplicably, pleasure.

"I'm going to clean your asshole," Arjun announced, his voice dripping with a perverse kind of tenderness. "With my tongue." The words hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken implications.

My mother's whispered response was barely audible. "Please, no. Don't…" It was a fragmented protest, a desperate plea born out of shame and a terrifying realization of where this was leading. 


Arjun, completely disregarding her pleas, continued his exploration, his tongue moving with a feverish intensity. My mother's moans grew louder, a mixture of protest and surrender, her body trembling beneath him.

"Please, aahho ooohhh Aarrjunnn aaahhhhh" she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "Stop this, Arjun. I can't take this much more. I can't."

"Why not?" Arjun's voice was a low growl, tinged with a cruel satisfaction. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Tell me you're not enjoying this. Tell me I'm wrong."

"No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It's… it's wrong. But..."

"But what?" Arjun pressed, his voice dropping to a near whisper, his breath warm against her skin.

"But… it feels… good, oooohhh aaaah uurrggghh aaaaaahhh" she admitted, the words escaping in a barely audible gasp.

Arjun, emboldened by her confession, intensified his assault on her shitty asshole. He moved from her asshole to her pussy, his tongue dancing across her asshole again., leaving a trail of tingling sensations. 

My mother's moans were now more pronounced, a low, guttural sound that filled the room.


Arjun, seemingly losing interest in the subtleties of the moment, grabbed his camera, his eyes glinting with a new kind of malice. "Hold still," he said, his voice devoid of emotion as he turned the camera on.

Arjun: (grinning) Okay, Sunita, I have a brilliant idea! I want to take a video of me tasting your smelly stinky asshole.

Mom: (looking behind her, bewildered) Wait, what? Are you serious? What are you doing, Arjun?

Arjun: (with a teasing tone) I want to document this moment! It's just a fun little video I can keep to myself.

Mom: (shaking her head) I really don’t want to be on camera again, especially for something as silly as my sweaty asshole.

Arjun: (voice rising, clearly irritated) Don't be so uptight! It's just a harmless video! Can't you just do it for me for the second time? You're not even letting me have any fun!

Mom: (shocked, feeling a jolt of fear) Wait, what? Seriously, Arjun, that’s not cool!

Arjun: (angrily) Oh, come on! Don't be such a bitch! I'm just trying to have a little fun! You're being really unreasonable about this!

Mom: (taken aback, heart racing) That's really unfair! I’m just trying to tell you how I feel!

Arjun: (skeptically) Save it, Sunita. You're always so uptight and controlling. Lighten up for once! It's just a video!

Mom: (scowling, feeling cornered) I don’t know… I really don’t want to be filmed like this. It feels weird.

Arjun: (crossing his arms, glaring) Shut up you whore! That's your problem, not mine!

Mom: (sighs, eyes narrowing) Alright, I’ll do it. But only because you keep pushing me.

Arjun: (grinning, now more aggressive) That's the spirit! Now hold out that hand! Now spread your asscheeks you bitch!






He ignored her pleas, focusing the camera on her tiny asshole, capturing every detail, every contour. My mother, overwhelmed by a sense of utter humiliation, tried to hide her face in the pillow. 

Arjun, however, noticed her attempts to shield herself, and a cruel smile stretched across his face. He moved the camera from her asshole, focusing instead on her face.

"Show me your face," he demanded, his voice hard and unforgiving. "Don't hide from me." His voice was sharp, edged with malice, designed to break her.

"No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, no." Her desperate pleas were lost in the symphony of her own shame.

"Show me your face," Arjun repeated, his voice laced with a cold fury. "Or I’ll make sure everyone else sees this too." The threat was subtle, but potent, adding a new layer of terror to her already unbearable situation.

My mother, defeated and broken, slowly raised her head. Her face was a picture of abject humiliation, a testament to the depths of her shame.



"This is the adulteress," Arjun sneered, his voice thick with disgust. "This is the woman who betrayed her husband, who violated her vows, who threw away her dignity."

"Look at her." His words were sharp, deliberately designed to inflict further pain. He reveled in her suffering.

"Please, stop," she sobbed, her voice barely a whisper. She tried to cover her face again, but Arjun was relentless.

He forced her face back into the light, his anger palpable. "Show me your face," he repeated, his voice a low growl. "Or I'll make this even worse."

She showed him her face, defeated. 

Then, in a shocking act of cruelty, Arjun spat on her face, twice, the spittle landing on her cheeks. His insults continued, each word designed to strip her of whatever dignity remained.

He finally returned his attention to her asshole, setting the camera down on the shelf to continue recording the act. He took the Vaseline, spreading it roughly across her asshole. 

My mother, knowing exactly what was coming, began to tremble, her body racked with a mixture of fear and anticipatory dread.

"Arjun," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I… I need to go to the restroom. I need to… relieve myself." 






"Why the sudden urge for the restroom?" Arjun asked, his voice a low, melodious purr that belied the cruelty simmering beneath the surface.


"I... I really need to go and shit," my mother stammered, her voice barely a whisper, the words escaping her lips like a desperate prayer. Shame burned on her cheeks.

He was still filming her.

A stark contrast to the brief, reckless abandon she had felt moments before. The mundane act of needing to shit had become monumental, a poignant symbol of her humanity.

"No," Arjun stated, the single word a flat declaration of his absolute power. 

My mother's voice caught in her throat; arguing would be futile. Her previous attempts at resistance had only fueled his sadistic delight. The realization of her complete helplessness was a crushing weight.

"Get on your knees," Arjun commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "Spread your asscheeks." The words were a cruel order, a deliberate stripping of her remaining dignity. 

The simplicity of the command masked its brutal intent, the utter disregard for her feelings a calculated tactic to amplify her humiliation

My mother, the adulteress, the once-proud woman, obeyed without a word. The act of submission was a crushing blow to her self-respect, each movement a slow, agonizing descent into the depths of her shame. 

She sank to her knees, her asshole outstretched, her big ass upward, offering herself as an anal sex sacrifice. 

Shame wasn't just a feeling; it was a physical entity, an overwhelming wave that threatened to drown her. 

She felt trapped, both physically and emotionally, caught in the inescapable web of her own actions and his malevolent intentions.

Arjun slapped his dick down onto the center of her asscheeks, the sound echoing in the oppressive silence. The contact was jarring, a sudden jolt that shattered the fragile calm. 






"Are you ready for rough anal sex Sunita?" he asked, his voice a low, menacing whisper that sent shivers down her spine. The question hung heavy in the air.

"I... I really need to go and shit," my mother repeated, her voice trembling. 

Arjun smirked, a cruel, predatory grin that revealed a hint of sadistic satisfaction. "Oh, I'm well aware of your shitting urgency," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

"But patience, my dear. This is far more interesting than a simple trip to the bathroom to shit. Besides, this is far more... intimate. I want to fuck your asshole before you shit." 

The words were a deliberate insult, designed to further erode her already depleted self-esteem. 


"Please," she pleaded, her voice cracking. "Just let me go. Please, Arjun, I'm begging you and stop recording me" 



"Patience," Arjun repeated, his voice laced with a mocking amusement. "This is far more... rewarding. This is where the real fun begins." He reached for a tube of Vaseline. 


"But..." she began. "It's... it's urgent." The words were a desperate attempt to assert her basic needs, a futile attempt to reclaim a sliver of control in a situation where she had absolutely none.

"Urgent?" Arjun echoed, his voice dripping with mockery. "So is this," he added, squeezing a generous amount of Vaseline into his dick. 

"Be ready," Arjun said, his voice devoid of any emotion. The coldness in his tone was a stark contrast to the feverish intensity of the anticipation that filled the room. 


He spread the Vaseline across his dick, the smooth, glistening substance reflecting the cold light of the camera. 


"Slowly!" my mother cried, her voice laced with panic and pain. "Please, go slowly!" Her body tensed, instinctively bracing against the impending violation. 

The plea was desperate, a fragile whisper against the onslaught of his power. She knew he wouldn't listen.

"Shut up you slut, you are my whore now," Arjun snarled, his voice rough and harsh. "You're already making a mess of things. You are an adulteress, don't forget that." 

His words were brutal, deliberately designed to strip her of any remaining dignity. 




I watched, my heart pounding, as his dick pressed against my mother's tight asshole. She cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound that cut through the heavy silence. "Aaaahhhhh Arjuhnnn oohhh"

The fear in her eyes was palpable, her whole body a taut coil of tension. The scene was both exciting and strangely compelling.

"I... I can feel it," Arjun murmured, his voice barely a whisper, his fingers probing deeper. "Your shit inside your asshole is pushing against my dick. It's warm. So warm." 



The words were deliberately provocative, designed to further humiliate her by reducing her to her physical response. He was drawing perverse pleasure from her suffering.

"Noooo!" my mother screamed, . "Aaaaaahhhh! Please... stop..." The screams were ragged, broken, torn from her throat by the sheer force of the pain and violation. 







Her pleas for mercy were lost in the symphony of her own suffering.

"It's so warm," Arjun repeated, his voice a low rumble, his fingers probing deeper into her sensitive flesh. "So incredibly warm." His words were a mixture of fascination and cruelty.

"Please... please... stop...ooh noo Arjun please you need to stop oooooohhh uuurrgghhhhh" my mother sobbed.

"I can't... I can't take this anymore. Please..." Her pleas were fragmented.

Arjun continued to push, his dick pressing deeper and deeper into her shitty asshole. With each push, my mother let out a moan, a guttural sound of both pain and a perverse, involuntary pleasure. 


She instinctively reached behind her, trying to pull him away, but Arjun's grip was firm, his control unwavering. 

The struggle was both physical and emotional, a desperate battle against a force far stronger than herself. The contrast between her helpless resistance and his relentless dominance was horrifying.

"Remove your hands," Arjun commanded, his voice cold and hard. The demand was a cruel twist, a perversion of intimacy.

"I... I can't," she gasped, her voice strained, her body trembling violently. "It hurts... too much." 



Arjun: [firmly pushing his dick inside her smelly asshole, holding her in place] Stop acting like a child, Sunita. This isn’t a game. You need to take this seriously.

Mom: [drawing back slightly, her eyes wide with concern] Arjun, please! It’s painful! Just… just let me go and shit!

Arjun: [his voice sharp and demanding] It’s painful because you haven't been keeping up with this. If you’d put in the effort, maybe you wouldn’t feel this way! 

Mom: [voice rising in desperation] But it really hurts! You can’t just dismiss my feelings! You need to allow me to go to the restroom oooohhhh

Arjun: [his eyes narrowing, frustration evident in his tone] I’m not dismissing them—I’m trying to help you understand! My cock is not even entering your asshole fully right now, so you need to relax! 




Mom: [growing increasingly anxious, her heart racing] I-I’m trying, but it’s overwhelming! I can’t handle this!

Arjun: [leaning closer, intensity in his gaze] You think it’s easy for me? You need to listen! I won’t allow you to walk away without realizing the importance of this. 

Mom: [voice trembling, the weight of his words sinking in] Okay, but… I really didn’t expect it to be like this!




Arjun: [still holding her gaze, now calmer but firmly persistent] That’s the problem, Sunita. You need to embrace it. This isn’t an option for you anymore. 

Mom: [fear creeping in, she feels the gravity of the moment] I-I understand! I’ll listen to you, I promise! I’m sorry for being so resistant!

Arjun: [finally loosening his grip, his expression softening slightly but still assertive] You better mean it, Sunita. I need you committed to this. No more backing out.

Mom: [nodding earnestly, relief and apprehension mingling in her eyes] I do! I really do. I won’t let you down again. Just… just guide me, okay?





There was a struggle, a desperate tug-of-war between her feeble resistance and his relentless determination. 

"No... no..." she cried, her voice laced with anguish. "Please... don't...you are pushing too hard" Her pleas were desperate, her will crumbling under the weight of the invasion. 



"I said, remove your hands," Arjun growled, his voice tight with barely controlled rage. 

"Noooooooo my ass!" my mother shrieked, the sound raw and filled with pain. "It hurts! Oh God, it hurts so much!" The words were ragged, torn from her throat by the sheer force of the sensation. 




"It's alright," Arjun murmured, his voice a strange mixture of soothing and cruelty. "It's already inside. Nothing to worry about." 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh oohh Aarrjunnn please oooooohhhh sshhhh don't push hard!" my mother screamed again, her voice a blend of pain, anguish, and a desperate plea for mercy. 

Arjun, sensing her increasing arousal, moved his dick back and forth, using a slow, rhythmic motion to stretch and work her elastic asshole, testing their limits. 

The deliberate slowness of his movements heightened the suspense, the anticipation of the next thrust.  His dick was now fully inside and it was mixing with mom's shit inside her asshole.

This was so disgusting for my mom but for Arjun Sir, it was fascinating.

"Look at ashole," Arjun said, his voice thick with a mixture of admiration and disgust. "So stretchy, so… accommodating. I told you it will stretch to my dick's size"


The words were a twisted compliment, a perverse attempt to degrade her while simultaneously praising her body's response. 
"Oh god… please… Arrrggghh h ah ah ahhhhh oooohh ssshhh uuurrrhhhh” 

Arjun shifted slightly, adjusting her position so that the camera caught his dick fitting fully into her asshole. "Look at the camera," he demanded, his voice cold. 

"Show your beautiful, stretchy asshole." The command was a cruel twist, turning the act into a spectacle.

My mother, her face a mask of shame and tears, looked at the camera. The sight of her in this state, this utter degradation, was beyond belief. 


Dear friends, this wasn't the religious, moral woman I knew. This was a stranger, a broken and humiliated woman, trapped in a situation beyond her control. The camera captured her utter defeat.



"You cheated on your husband," Arjun said, his voice dripping with contempt. "You betrayed your family, your values, everything you ever claimed to believe in. Look at yourself." 


His words were a cruel reminder of her transgression, designed to inflict further pain. He wanted to strip her of any remaining dignity.

"I... I know," she whispered, her voice choked with sobs. "I’m so ashamed." The confession was a broken admission of guilt, a testament to the depths of her humiliation. She had lost everything.

Arjun, ignoring her pleas, began to move his dick more forcefully, pushing them in and out of her asshole. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" she screamed. "Oh God… please… stop… aaahhh Arrjuunnnnn" 


"Ooohhh Aarrrjjunn aaahh sshh oooh fuck meeee ooooohhhhh yesss ooooh pplleaasssee oooohhhhhhhh"


Her voice was ragged, broken, barely human. "No… no… more…please don't push hard aoooooh aaahhhhh"

"You're going to make a real mess of the bed tonight with your shit, my dear," Arjun said, his voice laced with a crude amusement. 

"All that shit inside your asshole. You're really going to mess the bed." His words were deliberate insults, designed to amplify her shame and degradation. He reveled in her helplessness.

"Noooooooo!" she screamed. "Oh God… oh God… it hurts… so much… please…" Her big ass trembled violently with each forceful push, her body wracked with both pain and a strange, unwelcome pleasure. 

The room began to fill with the sharp, smelly scent of her shit, a potent fragrance that hung heavy in the air. It was the unmistakable smell of her shit.


As Arjun began fucking her asshole forcefully, he held her hair.








I watched, horrified and strangely fascinated, as her shit, thick and glistening, started coating Arjun’s dick as he continued his rhythmic pushing in and out of her stinky asshole. 

The dark, slick shit of my mom clinging to his cock was a visceral testament to her surrender, a shocking visual representation of her utter degradation. 

It was a scene I never expected to witness, a violation that transcended the boundaries of normal comprehension.

"Harder, Arjun," my mother begged, her voice a breathless whisper. "Please, harder. Push harder into my anus. I need… I need to shit, the intense feeling. It's… it's overwhelming, but I can't stop wanting more." 


All of a sudden she started moaning and begging him to violate her smelly asshole. I couldn't believe she was telling him and encouraging him to do so.

He obeyed, his movements gaining speed and intensity. The sounds were sickeningly intimate – a wet, slapping sound as his dick met her asshole, accompanied by her ragged gasps and moans. 

"Aaahhhh fuck meee aooooohh yesss esss ooooh fuck meeee fuck my ass oooohh yesss Arrjunnnn"


A rhythmic slapping punctuated by heavy breathing filled the air, creating an almost hypnotic soundscape. 

"I… I love it," she confessed, her voice trembling. "I love the feeling of your dick in my filthy shitty asshole. The pain… the pressure… it’s exquisite. It’s so wrong, yet so incredibly right." 





Her words were a mixture of shame and a perverse kind of exhilaration. The intensity of the experience was clearly overwhelming her senses.

"Are you sure?" Arjun asked, his voice a low murmur. "This… this is more intense than I anticipated. Tell me more about what you're feeling."

"It's… it's unlike anything I've ever known," my mother explained, her voice thick with emotion. "My asshole is in love with your big dick. It's a violation, yes, but it's also… freeing."

She continued, "It's as if this pain is washing away all my guilt, all my regrets. It's a release." Her voice was a strange mix of shame and newfound liberation.


"You've changed Sunita," Arjun said, his voice laced with a mixture of admiration and contempt. 



"You're a woman without shame now. You’ve betrayed your husband, your family, your values, everything you claimed to believe in."

"You've thrown away everything you held Sunita, you are a whore." He continued his rhythmic motions, his pace quickening.

"I am no longer a good wife to Arvind," my mother admitted, her voice barely a whisper. 

"I’m not respectable. I'm… I'm a cheat. I deserve this. I am a slut, I am a whore! I’ve forfeited any claim to morality, any right to respectability." 



Her voice cracked, broken with shame and remorse, yet there was a strange undercurrent of something else – a perverse sense of freedom.

"I want you to be immoral," Arjun stated, his voice firm. 

"I want you to embrace this, to revel in your shamelessness. Let go of your morality, your former values. Embrace this dirty adultery." 


He moved his dick in her asshole with renewed force, his pace increasing. 

He was pushing her to her limits.

"I will be immoral for you," my mother replied, her voice tight with desire. 


"I’ll be as depraved and shameless as you want me to be. I'll discard any pretenses of decency. I don’t care anymore. I just want this and you will fuck my ass each day you want" 





Arjun: [his voice low and intense, his eyes locked on hers] Sunita, from the moment I met you, I knew I wanted to take you away from your husband. I wanted all of you for myself.

Mom: [her face flushing, a mix of guilt and desire] Arjun, I... I don’t know what to say. I feel like a slut oooh fuck my ass baby fuck my shitty asshole, make me shit on the bed

Arjun: [his dick going deeper in her asshole] Earlier, you were screaming for me to stop, telling me you didn’t want me to push harder. And now? Now you’re begging me to do just that. Tell me how much you want my dick in your smelly asshole.

Mom: [her eyes flickering with shame] I… I want it so much, Arjun. I feel so alive when you fuck my asshole like this.

Arjun: [his voice encouraging, yet laced with a possessive tone] More, Sunita. Let me hear you say it—how much do you want me to fuck your smelly asshole

Mom: [her gaze cast down, pushing back her ass] I want you to push harder, Arjun. I want to feel your cock all over me, to know that I’m yours. Only yours aaahhhhhhhh

Arjun: [his grip on her ass tightening slightly] And what about your husband? What about the life you have with him?

Mom: [her voice quivering] I… I don’t care about any of that right now. All I care about is how you make me feel. I know it’s wrong, but I want you, Arjun. Fuck my smelly asshole, my shitty anus




Arjun: [his voice filled with a possessive intensity] You want me, despite everything? Tell me again, how much you want me to fuck you like a slut

Mom: [her voice shaking, a mix of shame and longing] I want it so much, Arjun. I want to feel your big dick inside my anus, to know that I’m yours and yours alone. Please, don’t stop. Make me shit on the bed

Arjun: [his eyes locked on hers, his voice low and husky] I won’t stop, Sunita. I’ll keep pushing as long as you beg me to. But promise me one thing.

Mom: [her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability] Anything, Arjun. I’ll promise you anything.

Arjun: [his voice thick with intensity] You have to promise that you’ll always give me your ass for me to fuck, that you’ll always crave my dick inside our asshole. Can you do that for me, Sunita?

Mom: [her heart racing, filled with shame and desire, her voice unwavering] Yes, Arjun. I promise. Your dick will always be inside my asshole, I will give my asshole to your whenever you want



Dear friends, can you believe what my mom is saying? She’s been talking so shamelessly, completely unfiltered and embracing a slutty  attitude that’s both shocking and oddly refreshing; 

I can’t help but love her newfound boldness, even if it makes me a bit uncomfortable! Maybe this is the real woman she truly is, a slut.








Arjun: [his eyes simmering with intensity as he watches her] You know what you’re admitting, don’t you? This isn’t just a fleeting moment. You’re choosing me.

Mom: [her cheeks burning with shame] I... I am a spoiled woman, Arjun, I am your whore, I am your slut. I know it’s wrong to feel this way, but I can’t help myself. I want you more than I should.

Arjun: [his gaze steady, compelling] Tell me what you want, Sunita. I need to hear it from you.

Mom: [swallowing hard, her voice small yet filled with conviction] I want to be yours. I want to be the woman of Arjun. I want to surrender to you completely, even if it makes me feel so shameful.

Arjun: [a satisfied smirk playing at his lips] So you accept it? You embrace this desire? The desire of you receiving my dick inside your asshole from now onwards?

Sunita: [her heart racing, her confession trembles on her lips] Aaahhh! Yes, I accept it. I’m spoiling myself, allowing all my thoughts to turn to you, and I crave your dick inside my asshole

Arjun: [his expression softening slightly, yet still possessive] And what about your old life? What about your husband? 

Sunita: [her voice breaking slightly, yet filled with determination] I don’t care. I don’t want to be that woman anymore, Arjun. I want to be wild and free—to be yours, fully and completely.

Arjun: [leaning in closer, his voice low and passionate] Then let go of those thoughts. Accept what you want, Sunita. You are with me now. 

Sunita: [looking back into his eyes, desperation lacing her words] If it means being yours, then I’ll embrace it all, the shame, the thrill. I want you to keep fucking me, Arjun. 

Arjun: [his voice filled with dark promise] Then you will be mine. I’ll make sure you never forget it. You will dream about my dick in your asshole only

Sunita: [her heart racing, a mix of thrill and apprehension] I won’t forget. I want to be the woman who belongs to you—who accepts all of this, shamelessly. Fuck my asshole aaahhhh!



Her words were a complete surrender to his will, a desperate plea for more pain and pleasure. She was no longer ashamed. She turned to be a slut.

My mother’s moans intensified, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath. "Harder, ooh yess fuck my slutty assshoolee oooooohhh ess Arjjunn you are better than my husband" she cried, her voice strained. 



"Please… push harder. I need the pressure, the burning sensation of my asshole feels good. It’s… it’s intoxicating." Her back arched, her asshole stretching to the limit. She was completely under his control.



Arjun looked down at his dick, at the ever-increasing amount of her shit coating his cock. "Look," he said, his voice a low murmur. "Your shit is all over my dick." He spoke quietly, almost reverently.



"I don’t care," my mother replied, her voice thick with shame and excitement. "I want to make your dick dirty. I want to stain them with my stinky shit. Let it cover you. I want you to be a part of this." 

She shuddered, a mixture of shame and arousal running through her. She was completely embracing her degradation.

Arjun smiled, a slow, predatory grin. "I love how naughty you’re being," he said, his voice soft but laced with authority. 


"This… this is incredible." He continued to fuck her already loose asshole, his dick moving faster and faster. He was enjoying her complete submission.


My mother, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure, whimpered, "I’m… I’m unholy. I'm a slut. I’m everything bad and your whore too” 


She spoke the words as though she were both disgusted and aroused by them, her voice laced with both shame and a strange exhilaration.

Arjun chuckled, a low, guttural sound. "You are unholy," he agreed, his voice laced with admiration. "You are everything you said. Embrace that. Own it. There is no turning back." 


He pressed his dick deeper against her asshole harder, increasing both her pain and her pleasure. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming. 


I could see his dick getting more dirty with mom's stinky brown shit.

"Push harder behind, push your ass  back" Arjun instructed, his voice low and commanding. He watched as her asshole stretched, her body arching against his dick, her moans growing louder.

"Yes… yes…" my mother whimpered, obeying instantly. "Push harder… harder… I… I belong to you. I am your whore." She was utterly submissive, lost in the overwhelming sensations.

"Do you want me to spoil your asshole?" Arjun asked, his voice a low purr. He watched her intently, his gaze lingering on her face.


"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Spoil them. Ruin them. I want you to mark my asshole with our big dick. I want you to completely own me." 


Her words were a complete surrender, a desperate plea for more. She was completely consumed by the experience. She had completely lost herself. The scene was a terrifying display of dominance and submission.





The next part is going to be awesome.........

What do you think friends?

[nadia]

One of the best update till date...
One request...
Make sunita say more dirty abt herself
It is awesome to see

Thank you friend. More erotic updates on the way