[nadia]

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01. My Mom - Mrs. Sunita Arvind Mehta – Mother, a my mom. Stats 38 - 32 - 44 inches.

02. My father - Mr. Arvind Kumar Mehta, 45 years of age working at a shipping company and travels most of the time.

03. Rajeev Arvind Mehta - Me

04. Mr. Suresh Patel - my father's senior workmate , 50 years. Very successful than my dad.


Below are the real photos of my mom.



Hello my name is Rajeev Gupta. I am here to day to narrate a story that even today when I'm writing, chills are
running down my spine just thinking about how things unfolded that day. My dad, mom and I live in Pune. We shifted
to Pune from Gujarat just months ago and we loved it here.

My mom and dad were happy together. Even though my dad frequently travelled, my mom and him maintained their
relationship perfectly. When dad travelled, he used to be away for about 3 to 4 months or worst 5 months but when
he came. He used to jump on my mom and at night I used to hear him bang her hard.

To describe my mom, she was made with a touch of art. Her body radiates even when she doesn't apply make up. Her 
face is always marked with a smile whenever you see her. Her packed boobs, intoxicating eyes, luscious lips, slim
waists and her broad juicy ass qualifies her as a queen.

At college when she used to pick me, plenty of men, even the fathers of other kids used to gaze at my mom with awe.
I remember my English teacher asking me one day, "Rajeev, is that your mom?" and I replied "Yes Mr. Agarwal, why
 you ask?" "No, she just looks awesome"

From that day, I knew my mom was causing headache to all men in the streets, at college & even at when she visits the grocery. However, due to the constant attraction from other men,my mom never had an attraction to another man. 

She sustained her chastity and her conservatism. A lot of men even my English teacher tried to seduce her but she never allowed such thing to happen. She remained loyal to my dad only and that is one thing I adored about her. The same thing was with my dad. 

He cherished my mom and he loved her so much. Even due to his workaholic nature, he didn't have time to look at any other woman, but he only had his eyes at my mom. The way my mom was pious, it was impossible for a man to seduce her and for her to fall for another man.

Now back to the story, a week after my dad travelled back to work, it was only me and mom in the house. Our house was not that big; one kitchen, two bedrooms (one for mom and dad, and one for me), a sitting room and finally a guest room.

However, since the house was not that big, it felt big especially for my mom due to her loneliness. Nonetheless, she was getting used to the loneliness. The days stretch on, her footsteps echoing in the silence, and the constant hum of the clock is a reminder of the solitude. 

She keeps busy—cleaning, organizing, or reading—but none of it fills the gap left by his absence. Sometimes, she watches old movies or calls friends, just to hear a familiar voice. Yet, despite the loneliness, she never entertains thoughts of cheating. Her love for Dad remains unwavering, a steady anchor that keeps her grounded, even in the stillness of the house.

I used to see her many days before she goes out she ensured that her saree was fitting enough but she ensured also that her saree wasn't showing enough of her skin. She gazed at the mirror, turning sideways checking her ever growing ass and her firm boobs.

Maybe she thought to herself, "All this fleshy body bestowed upon me but no one to use it or appreciate it". Perhaps a woman needs to feel appreciated, showed with praises and comments so that she can feel alive but mom was lacking that.

She tried to call my dad through the phone many times at night but when dad received her call, he used to praise her a little then he says "I love you baby, I need to sleep right now, today was a really hectic, I need time to rest, I will call you in the morning"

Then mom would reply, "Ok my love I understand" then she hangs up. Mom then wore a sad look on her face as she places the phone on her bed. Then she heads off to the drawer and pulls out a cucumber. At that time I never knew why women at the market used to buy packs of cucumber.

But in those lonely days, I used to see my mom using the cucumber to push it inside her pussy and letting it go in and out a couple of time. I was not really shocked by this behaviour of my mom giving herself some self love due to the absence of my dad.


For a hot curvy woman like my mom, they always get horny because no one is using their body so they use it themselves. I knew my mom really wanted a man but the man she wanted was far away and was coming after 5 months.


Now after the first week, I woke up in the bright morning, went to the bathroom to pee and as usual as I passed across the kitchen, my mom was already up and cooking breakfast. She seemed not happy but at least she always put up a smile on her face. I think the continual absence of my dad has taken a huge toll on her.


While we were eating breakfast, she received a call and I guessed it was dad who was calling her. In her phone contact list, she never saved a lot of people, just dad and her relatives.


Mom - Hello bby, how are you doing

Dad - (Mom kept the phone on loudspeaker) Hello my love, I am fine, just called to check up on you. How is Rajeev doing

Me - (Replying over) I am fine dad, we are just taking breakfast, we miss you and mom also misses you

Dad - (I could see a cheeky smile over mom's face) Oooh I know, you two are my life. I love you guys so much


I finished taking my breakfast and I took the dishes towards the kitchen. As I returned I heard dad telling mom that one of his workmates, Suresh Patel, was going to visit because he had some errands here to meet.


Mom - Uumhh ok but will he be spending nights at our house?

Dad - No, no of course not my love, he will just come to see you guys. I already told him where we live. When he comes, just welcome him. He will come today but he will be staying at a nearby hotel.

Mom - (Mom not sure about this) Well....uuummhh ook 

Dad - Ok my love, I have to hang up. I will call  you later

Mom - But... but....


There was a look of confusion on mom's face. It seemed that she was in some deep thoughts maybe because it was awkward for her to the visitation of another man in our house when my dad was away.
I asked mom

Me - What's up mom? What did dad say?

Mom - (She didn't answer, she was still in deep thoughts)

Me - Mom! (I patted her shoulder)

Mom - (Startled) Ooh sorry beta, it's just that you dad said that his senior workmate was going to visit us today

Me - Ooh really? Who?

Mom - He said his name was Su..Suresh....I don't remember his second name but he just said that he was his workmate and that he would love us to welcome him for a cup of tea and get to meet him

Me - Ooh that's good mom. 

Mom - Yeah (She was uncertain with this answer)

Me - What mom? You seem to be in deep thoughts, 

Mom - Well, it's just that.....(Rubbing her for head with her fingers)

Me - What mom say it.....

Mom - It's a bit awkward don't you think?

Me - In what way mom?

Mom - Normally we have visitors when your dad is at home

Me - Ooh don't worry mom, we never met that Suresh person, maybe he is a nice person.

Mom - (Feeling a little comfortable) Well, you might be right.


That evening, we heard a knock at the door. My mother, always the gracious host, looked up from her knitting and said, “Could you get that, dear?” I opened the door to find Suresh Patel standing there, a friendly smile on his face. He was a family friend, someone my dad had known for years, but I had never met him before. He was charming, with an easy confidence that made him instantly likable.

“Good evening Rajeev, how are you doing. Is your mom home?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. I questioned as to why he suddenly asked about my mom.

I nodded and called for her. My mom, who had been lost in her thoughts again, quickly composed herself and walked into the living room. Dressed in a simple but elegant saree that accentuated her curves, she looked radiant. The fabric hugged her waist beautifully which exposed her juicy ass more, and I could see Suresh's eyes widen as he took in her figure.

“Hello, Mrs. Mehta,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all, Mr. Suresh, we were actually expecting you. My husband told me about you” she replied, "come in" her cheeks flushing slightly. 

Ooh that's right, he also told me about you", Suresh said which was greeted with mom's smile. Mom helped him with the with his suitcase and she walked and guided him towards the sitting room. I saw Suresh's lustful eyes gaze at my mom's
soft jiggly ass. Guys, my mom's ass was made with perfection. It had a lot of meat, fleshy and bouncy and whenever she walked, I was sure it would have torn her panties because her bubbly ass was incredibly firm.


Mom placed Sureh's luggage just at the edge of the sofa “Would you like some tea?” Mom asked Suresh who was still gazing at her features.

“Tea sounds perfect,” he said, his gaze lingering on her as she moved toward the kitchen.

As she prepared the tea, Suresh casually leaned against the wall, watching her every move. When mom was cooking tea, her firm ass was moving faintly but even from where I was sitting in the sitting room, someone could say that her ass was big enough to make any man happy. My mom, shy and reserved, tried to focus on making the perfect cup, but she could feel his eyes on her. When she turned to serve him, I noticed her hands tremble slightly as she handed him the steaming cup.

“Thank you,” he said, taking a sip and savoring the flavor. “This is amazing, just like you.”

My mother’s face turned a deeper shade of red, and she looked down, flattered yet flustered by the compliment. Suresh, sensing her shyness, leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “You know, it’s not just the tea that’s warming me up tonight.”

I could see my mom’s heart race as she tried to maintain her composure. She was a traditional woman, raised with values that made her cautious around men, especially those with a mischievous glint in their eyes like Suresh. But even though she was traditionally bought up, her intoxicating body, and those breasts made her look like she was outside of conservative norms.

As she turned to walk back to the kitchen, Suresh’s gaze followed her, mesmerized by the way her saree hugged her curves, accentuating her curvy waist and the gentle sway of her hips. He couldn’t help but admire the way her figure moved with such grace.

“Wow,” he muttered under his breath, unable to hide his admiration.

My mom, oblivious to his gaze, returned with a plate of snacks, her shyness still evident. “I hope you like these,” she said, placing them on the table.

Suresh took a bite and grinned. “Delicious! Just like you,” he teased, making her blush even more. "Thank you Mr. Suresh."


I was still in the sitting room but playing a video game which Suresh bought me while mom and him sat opposite each other and kept talking. While they conversed, Suresh's gaze constantly panned across those two mountain-shaped 
pair of mom's breasts. Mom noticed this and it prompted her to momentarily adjust her saree so that it could cover her breasts but it was to no avail. Why? Because her boobs were big. Mom cursed herself for not wearing enough clothes to
cover her vital parts: breasts, belly button, and her big ass.

The evening continued with light conversation, but I could sense the chemistry building between them and yet it was just the first day we were meeting with him, despite my mom’s attempts to remain reserved. Suresh’s playful nature brought out a side of her that was both endearing and unexpected.

As the night wore on, I could see my mom relaxing a little, her laughter ringing through the room. 

And though she tried to hide it, I could tell that she was enjoying the attention from Suresh, who was clearly captivated by her beauty.

Eventually, the time came for Suresh to leave. As he stood up, he gave my mom one last lingering look, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I hope to see you again tomorrow, Mrs. Mehta. You’ve made this evening unforgettable.”

My mom smiled shyly, her heart fluttering as she bid him goodbye. As he walked away, I caught him glancing back one last time, a playful grin on his face as he admired the beauty that had left a lasting impression on him.

In that moment, I realized that even the shyest hearts could be awakened by the right kind of attention, and perhaps, just perhaps, my mom was ready to embrace a little more adventure in her life.

"Bye Rajeev, see you tomorrow, I have a surprise for you", he told me. "What surprise Sir?", I queried. "Nop, I won't tell you now, that's why it's called a surprise and also one for your nice mom for cooking such a delightful tea" 

Mom was in awe as he uttered those words. From the look of her face, it was evident that her heart melted even though she didn't show her charmed reaction. 

As he left, mom closed the door behind him and as soon she did so, she ran to the window to see him walking away. I question as to why my mom was peeking at the window secretly looking at a man she just met today. So I decided to find out. I walked over to the other window and peeked and we saw him entering his car. I and mom didn't notice that he came with a car. Suresh seemed to be a wealthy man. I also learned that he was divorced from the discussion he had with mom earlier.

"Suresh looks wealthy mom, right?", I asked her. She was sitting on the sofa after walking back from the window and from the look on her face, it seemed that she was beguiled by something. "Mom!, are you listening", I said. "Ooh Beta, sorry, I....I... ooh what were you asking again?"

"That Suresh Sir appears to be a wealthy man, right?" I asked. "Ooh yeah yeah, he is. You know he is works with your dad but he is more senior than him that's why he is rich and also a nice person." 

From how I evaluated her response, it was not normal for her to complement another man. Actually, this was the first time I'm hearing from her mouth. Something in Suresh was making her charmed and I didn't understand why. Was it because all the time he was with mom, he kept praising her body, her snacks and tea?"

I didn't care because at the back of my mind I knew my mom even if she thought about him, I didn't take it too serious that she would like another man in the first day they meet. But I was sure that mom was a huge lover of compliments. She adores complements just like any other woman but her's is way much higher. It looks like compliments turns her on and that is exactly what she got from Suresh: compliments.

The next day, we expected Suresh to come home again and meet us............ STAY TUNED FOR THE  NEXT PART!!!

[nadia]

CONTINUATION.............




The next morning, I was jolted awake by the sound of laughter coming from the living room. Curious, I tiptoed out of my room and found Suresh sitting on the couch, animatedly chatting with my mom. She was laughing, her cheeks flushed with a warmth I hadn’t seen in a long time. I thought to myself, he came to our house already?

“Good morning!” Suresh called out, noticing me. “I hope you’re ready for an adventure today!”

“What do you mean?” I asked, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“I’ve got a surprise for both of you!” He grinned, clearly excited. “I thought we could go out for breakfast and then do a little shopping. Mrs. Mehta, I even brought you something special.” Mom was astonished by this, she yelped, "Ooh really?"

With that, he pulled out a beautifully wrapped package from behind the couch. My mom’s eyes widened, and she hesitated as he handed it to her. “Oh, Suresh, you shouldn’t have,” she said, her voice a mix of surprise and discomfort.

“Just open it!” he urged, his enthusiasm infectious.

Mom carefully unwrapped the package, her hands trembling from the guilt of receiving a gift from another man, she took out and revealed a stunning saree in vibrant hues of deep blue and gold. It was elegant yet daring, designed to accentuate curves. But as she held it up, a wave of hesitation washed over her. “I can’t accept this. It’s… it’s not right for another man to buy me clothes,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing again.

Suresh stepped closer, his tone softening. “Mrs. Mehta, it’s just a saree. Think of it as a token of friendship. You deserve to feel beautiful.”

After a moment’s pause, my mom sighed, the allure of the saree too tempting to resist. “Alright, but just this once,” she finally relented, her voice barely above a whisper. "Go get dressed Mrs Mehta", Suresh instructed her. Mom woke up and headed off to her bedroom. Her bouncy ass was dancing inside her saree and from the look of her ass, it was clear that she wasn't wearing a panty. Suresh glued his eyes on her big ass until mom disappeared from the scene.


After a short while, mom came back. She slipped into the red  saree, I couldn’t help but notice how it hugged her body snugly, accentuating her curves in a way that made her look both graceful and alluring. The fabric clung to her waist and highlighted her figure, drawing attention to her breasts and her shapely ass. I felt a mix of admiration and discomfort, aware of the effect it might have on Suresh. But I didn't let my mind perpetuate the imminent bad thoughts.

Once dressed, we headed out. Suresh had planned a delightful day for us, we drove in his fancy car. We visited a local expensive restaurant for breakfast, where Suresh and my mom  shared laughter and stories. I started noticing a change in my mom as minutes went by. She was never in this comfortable mood with my dad neither did I ever see it. 

However, despite her being comfortable with Suresh, a part of her dictated that she might be going to far in association with Suresh. As we walked through the bustling streets of Pune, Suresh and my mom moved side by side, their chemistry palpable. They looked like a couple, and I felt a twinge of unease. 

At the restaurant, Suresh ordered a feast, and we enjoyed the food amidst light-hearted banter. I watched as Suresh occasionally leaned in closer to my mom, his hand brushing against her back, especially her fleshy ass or resting lightly on her arm. Each time, I could see her stiffen slightly, a mix of discomfort and curiosity dancing in her eyes. Seeing this, I thought to myself maybe she is enjoying his company which may be a good thing.

“Mrs. Mehta,” Suresh said, a playful glint in his eyes, “you look absolutely radiant in that saree. I think I made the right choice. I can’t help but think how lucky your husband is.”

She smiled politely looking down, but I could see the conflict in her expression. “Thank you, Suresh. But I’m married, and I shouldn’t be accepting such compliments.”

“Of course, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a little attention,” he replied, his tone teasing her and I could see his hands moving slightly on her thunderous thighs. “Life is too short to be so serious all the time.”

"Ummh...well", my mom changed the story, "this saree is so tight on me Suresh, you definitely didn't made the right choice, hehee", mom said. "Cmon, Mrs Mehta", Suresh said, "a beautiful woman like you should wear this kind of attires
which reveals those natural profile of your body"

Mom replied, "It's just that I have never gotten used to this kind of dressing, I was brought up in a traditional setting you know" "Aah, enough of the traditional narrative", Suresh replied, "you need to feel like a queen. A tight saree is what will turn you into a queen. Your husband is so foolish not to realize what treasure he has and he kept dressing you in those old-fashioned sarees"

Mom remained silent, not to say, perhaps she was taken aback by Suresh's word which planted seeds in her head that made her think that my father wasn't treasuring her at all. Then Suresh asked her, "I'm I right Mrs Mehta?" "Well, I guess you are right, I can't argue with that"

As the day progressed, I noticed my mom gradually relaxing around Suresh. They walked closely, sometimes their hands brushing against each other. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I didn’t want my mom to fall for this charming man, especially since it was only their second meeting. But contrastingly, I was certain that my mom, despite her enjoying time with Suresh, wouldn't go further than this.

The absence of dad which made my mom feel lonely and gloom now evaporated thanks to the presence of Suresh. It seemed that Suresh, with a spark of charm, melted my mom's heart with affection, compliment and attention. He was giving her those three features in equal measure. Suresh was winning my mom over but again I decided to maintain a healthy mind and avoided having bad thoughts in my head. 

I took Suresh's association and closeness to my mom as a friendly gesture and nothing else. I think even my mom though the same and I would never think that she can cross her limits. My dad knows that my mom is one person who can be trusted and would never go out of her marriage.

During lunch at a nearby restaurant, I was roaming around enjoying the expensive restaurants. I left mom and Suresh sitting a corner, close to each other. I noticed Suresh leaned in closer, whispering something that made my mom giggle. 

 “Suresh, stop it,” she said, her voice a mix of laughter and nervousness. “You shouldn't say this kind of things”

“Just trying to make you smile, Mrs. Mehta,” he replied, flashing a grin that made my mom’s heart flutter. I wondered what Suresh whispered to my mom that made her giggle. To me, I was happy that Suresh was making my mom happy and giving her company. If it was not for Suresh, by now, mom would have remained in the house, bored, gloom thinking about dad. But now, Suresh made my mom very happy to the point that she wasn't even thinking about dad. 

And talking about dad, while Suresh was talking to mom, she reached over her purse looking for something. She removed her phone and when she gazed at her phone, she seemed a little tensed. "Who's calling?" Suresh inquired. "It's my husband" Mom replied.

Suresh - "Don't pick it up, this is not the right time, he will ruin our time"

I couldn't believe Suresh was talking in that manner. As soon as he said so, mom looked at him with a faint surprise. 

Mom - I need to talk to him. He normally calls in at this time of the day to ask about me and Rajeev.

Suresh - Don't worry, you will call him later. Now, just enjoy the time, the day is  not yet over.


With that, he slowly took the phone from my mom's hands, kept the phone on silent mode and he inserted it back into her purse. My mom obliged and did nothing. When I saw this, I was confused. But a thought creeped into my mind and I told myself that Suresh was right. He didn't want any interruption or an distraction that would ruin this day where he is taking his colleague's wife out. Again, I chose to think in a favorable way.



As the day wore on, she seemed to forget about my dad. It was as if Suresh had cast a spell over her, drawing her into a world of carefree laughter and friendly flirtation even though my mom didn't really fall for it.

As we made our way back home, I felt a heavy weight in my chest. I didn’t want this to become something more than just a friendly outing. But there was a part of me that could see the joy in my mom’s eyes, a spark that had been missing for so long.

Once we arrived home, Suresh turned to us, his expression hopeful. “Can I spend the night?” he asked, his tone casual yet suggestive. “I’d love to continue our conversations. Mom thought for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly, before she finally said, "Alright, Suresh, you can sleep in the guest room." There was a hint of relief in his eyes, and I could see him nodding gratefully.

After a few minutes, I heard Mom pick up the phone. She was speaking softly, but I could make out my dad's voice on the other end. "Why didn't you pick up when I called?" he asked, a note of concern in his tone.

Mom hesitated for a moment before replying, "Oh, I was just busy in the kitchen, you know how it is." It was a lie, and I could sense it, but I didn't want to pry. I knew she didn’t want Dad to find out that she had spent time with his colleague, Mr. Suresh.

As Mom continued cooking, I noticed Suresh stealing glances at her. She was focused on the stove, stirring a pot of curry, her hair tied back but a few loose strands framing her face. I caught him admiring her figure, the way her curves moved as she reached for the spices on the shelf. It was an awkward moment, and I quickly shifted my gaze elsewhere.

Once we had finished supper, the atmosphere felt lighter. Suresh leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "That was delicious, Mrs. Mehta. You really outdid yourself tonight," he said, his eyes sparkling with genuine appreciation.

"Thank you, Suresh. I’m glad you enjoyed it," Mom replied, a hint of pride in her voice. "I always love cooking for family and friends."

"Well, you should consider opening a restaurant," he joked, and they both laughed.

I felt a bit like an outsider in their conversation, so I decided to excuse myself. "I think I'm going to head to bed now," I said, stretching my arms above my head. "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, dear," Mom replied, a warm smile on her face. Suresh waved at me, still chuckling about something Mom had said.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of soft rustling. As I walked out of my room, I found Suresh sleeping on the couch. He looked peaceful, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was certain that nothing had happened between him and Mom during the night.

After a quick breakfast, I approached Mom. "Hey, I want to go to my friend’s house for a bit," I said, trying to keep my tone casual.

"Sure, that’s fine," she replied, her eyes focused on the dishes she was washing. "Just be back in time for lunch."

I nodded and left the house, enjoying the fresh air. I spent time with my friend and later when I got tired,  I returned at 1.PM for lunch. As I approached our house,  I found the door to our house locked. This was unusual for mom to lock the door to our house. She normally leaves the door open whenever she is at home. She only locks it when she heads to the mall.


I normally carry my spare keys so I decided to unlock the door and enter. I just assumed that mom headed off to the mall but again whenever she leaves, she usually tells me but I felt confused. As I entered our house, a strange and eerie oddness was palpable inside our house. And the strange atmosphere was made evident by the sight of untidy nature of our sitting room.

Firstly, I was greeted by the sight of my mom's bra lying on the sofa. It was again unusual for my mom to be untidy in this manner. One trait of my mom which even my dad adored in her was her keen focus on being tidy and neat. She was never untidy of disheveled. However, I just assumed that maybe she was in a hurry to go to the mall so I didn't take anything serious.

However, when I made further steps while still analyzing the untidiness of the house, I was greeted by another sight of Sir Suresh's white shirt, just meters away from my mom's bra. Now this sight perplexed me profoundly. Questions started lingering inside my head as I tried to put my thoughts in order. Why would my mom's pink bra and Sir Suresh's white shirt be scattered untidily around the sitting room? Did both of them just rush out frantically? Or what happened.


I casted my eyes towards the left side of the sitting room and I saw the keys to our house, which mom usually carries, lying on the table. This assured me that mom is still in the house and probably Sir Suresh too because I saw his boots placed under the sofa. "Mom!", I called out trying to decipher where she could be. As I called her, I walked slowly towards the kitchen and checked inside but mom nor Suresh was in there. I called out once more, "Mom!" as I made my way towards her bedroom.


Just before I called out for the third time, I heard the sound of my mom from the bedroom saying "Rajeev, beta, wait, I am coming." Her voice sounded as if she was gulping or eating something. "Ok mom, I am hungry, please hurry", I replied. I headed back to the sitting room, caught the remote and turned on the TV to watch cartoon. Just then, I saw my mom quickly exiting the bedroom as if she was afraid of something. This sight again added to the already abundant confusing that stupefied my head.


Why? As mom approached me in the sitting room, she was quicky wearing a new black blouse, she was tucking her firm fleshy breasts within her blouse, not even the blouse could manage those two huge mountains of pleasure. From my thinking, she was initially naked only on the top part of her body, i.e her breast upto her navel. But the rest the body was covered.

Secondly, I noticed droplets resting on her forehead which signified that she was sweating slightly. 

I wondered why mom is sweating at this time of the hour during noon time. What difficult task could she be doing that made her sweat? Thirdly, her lips stick was smeared untidily around the top and bottom areas of her lips. The smear further reached her puffy cheeks and some streak of her lipstick were smeared across her nose. She appeared like a Joker or those circus men in shows.

Fourthly, her hair was a total mess, it was disheveled and unkept. My mom totally looked different from when I left her. When I left for my friend's house, I left her tidy, organized and neat but now, she looks a mess. I wondered what is going on. I had frequent questions than answers. Then finally, i noticed something which even made my day more confused than ever.

All around her face, specifically, her forehead, there was this thick, white and gooey substance cascading down from her face towards her  neck. I didn't immediately recognize what it was but I was decidedly certain that it was not her usual makeup or cosmetic lotions. Moreover, whenever she applied makeup, she usually applied it perfectly to the point that she used to glow. 

Additionally, the gooey substance was also patched on her hands, and that gooey substance was making her hands slippery and she was trying to dry it off using her blouse.



"Back already?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, though she tried to smile

"Yeah, I just went to see if Rahul was home," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "What about you mom, what is that substance on your cheeks and forehead?" This question made my mom uneasy. Her hands slightly continued to tremble trying to think what she was going to answer. But before she uttered a word of reply to me, I saw Sir Suresh, who was exiting my mom's bedroom, coming towards the sitting room. I noticed that he was buckling up his belt and trying to fix his trouser.

He was shirtless, sweating and also more calm in contrast to how my mom was trembling. Sir Suresh walked towards the awkward silence that was left between me and mom and he walked in with a lot of confidence and his face appeared as if he was satisfied with something that happened earlier.



 He immediately answered, “Hey, kiddo!” Suresh’s voice broke the awkward silence. He turned toward me, his smile too wide to be natural. “You came back so early, did you play with your friend?”

I hesitated, glancing between him and Mom. “Uh, yeah, it’s fine.” “That’s great!” He stepped closer, his tone exaggeratedly cheerful, as though he was trying too hard to put me at ease. By now mom already wore her blouse and she was now collecting the plates which were left over on the table.

Sir Suresh then came to mom's rescue about the question I asked about the gooey substance on her head. He answered, "Beta, you see that milky substance that you cascading from your mom's hands and forehead, that is just a yoghurt that spilled over her face as I tried helping her with some luggage inside her bedroom"

As he said this, he looked towards my mom with a naughty smile but my mom never reciprocated. "Right Mrs Mehta?", he asked mom. "Ah....ye...yes that's correct", mom answered although she hesitated, "the yoghurt which accidentally spilled over my face." Then still with the confusion on my head, I just said, "Ooh I see" “Well, that’s the spirit!” Sir Suresh chuckled, ruffling my hair like I was a little kid. “You’re gonna grow up to make your parents really proud, I can tell.”


Mom then told me, "Beta, have some food which is in the fridge, I will be heading to the mall" "Ok mom", I answered as my hunger propelled me to the kitchen leaving mom and Sir Suresh in the sitting room. As I reached the kitchen, the thoughts grew wider and wider with multiple unanswered questioned floating.


All the while, I noticed that mom was not happy, she seemed as she was disgusted by something but I couldn't tell what it was because I wasn't at home. I took a wild guess and told myself that maybe Sir Suresh deliberately SPILLED the YOGHURT on mom's face which made her angry. But those thoughts were not really a bother for me.


I came back to the sititng room and found mom standing at the sitting room with him. Mom cleared her throat, her gaze darting toward the clock on the wall. “Suresh, I think you should be heading back. You’ve been here long enough.”

“Ah, yes, of course,” he said quickly, grabbing his shirt from the sofa and slipping it on. He turned to me one last time, his tone still overly friendly. “Take care, champ. And remember, listen to your mom, okay? She’s the boss of the house!”

I gave a weak nod, watching as he made his way to the door. He paused briefly to say something to Mom in a low voice, but I couldn’t catch the words. Then he was gone, leaving behind a strange silence. After he left, I just wanted to ask mom what was Sir Suresh helping her with.

“Mom, what was Sir Suresh helping you with?” I asked cautiously.

She stiffened, her back turned to me as she pretended to busy herself with tidying up the table. “He...he came to drop off some papers for your dad. Work stuff. Nothing important.”

Her tone was sharp, almost dismissive. I didn’t press further, but the unease lingered. Something had happened, something she didn’t want me to know. But I didn't care enough because bad thoughts were not lingering on my head. "You want to watch a movie?" Mom changed the subject because she thought that if she didn't change the subject, then I would ask her other uneasy questions like, "Why was your hair untidy?" "Why were you wearing a new blouse and why did Sir Suresh coming out from the bedroom with no shirt on?"


I answered, "Yes mom, I wanna watch a movie" "Then sit", she said. I sat down and she selected an action movie for me to watch and she headed off to the bedroom. "Beta, I'm going to take a small nap ok?" "Ok mom" I answered. But something told me that something was still amiss from all this situation that happened. Things are not adding up. Because I questioned why all of a sudden is she going to take a nap and yet it was unusual for her to take naps during the day?




SECOND PART  COMING SOON........ STAY TUNED......WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK SO FAR ABOUT THE THIS REAL STORY THAT HAPPENED?

[nadia]

CONTINUATION...............




That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the golden light faded into twilight, the house felt unusually quiet. Dinner was a subdued affair; even the clinking of utensils on plates seemed muted. Mom sat across the table from me, staring at her plate more than eating from it. Her fingers toyed absentmindedly with her fork, and every so, she would sigh softly, her gaze distant.

Her boobs were looking stacked inside her blouse and bra and I wondered if Suresh was here with us tonight, he would have gazed right towards her breasts and he wouldn't have even finished his food. One thing, I have never seen my mom this thoughtful ever. Even when my dad was around, she was happy and cheerful and she used to talk a lot with dad sometimes even playing with him as he read the newspaper. But tonight, and this few couple of days that passed, she seemed engulfed in in this astronomical abundance of thoughts

I couldn't make out the source of this but I could decipher that her thoughtful demeanor kicked off from when Mr. Suresh visited us. But it was difficult to say that Suresh was the cause of her thoughtfulness because ever since Mr. Suresh got to meet my mom, I took their association as pure friendly and camaraderie state with no any boundaries crossed between the two because my mom was a married woman.

“Mom, what are you thinking about?” I asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

She blinked, as though snapping out of a trance. “What? Oh, yes. I’m fine. Just...thinking about some things. Are you enjoying the food?” "Yes" I replied.

Her  expression left me unconvinced. I knew she was lying just like how she lied to my dad when he asked her why she didn't pick up his calls. But I didn't take it as a lie when she gave dad that kind of explanation. It was now 10.00 PM after we finished eating supper. 


After supper, as I helped clear the table and she went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. As she headed off to the kitchen, her bubbly ass, packed with meat, danced from left, right and center inside her saree. In our colony and the surburban area we live, no aunty has a big ass than my mom. I am even sure, although not certain, that many of my dad's colleagues were jealous of my dad because they wanted a wife with a fat ass like my mom's. 

Moreover, frankly speaking, I'm certain that Mr. Suresh got mesmerized by my mom's moti gaand even when he took us to have fun. However, inasmuch as Mr Suresh gazed at her figure, I chose again not to think wrongly of it. I just said to myself, "It's just normal if Suresh enjoys the view of my mom's juicy ass because who wouldn't want to view such a work of art behind my mom? Who?"


When I came back from the kitchen, I noticed her phone buzzing on the sofa at the sitting room. I didn't mind at all because I assumed it was dad who was texting her because at this time of the night, mom and dad used to text each other flirting all through the night, especially when dad was away. So I just sat down and decided to watch cartoon. Then moments later, I decided let me play video games in my mom's phone before I head of to sleep. 

I glanced at her, but she didn’t seem to notice. She came back from the kitchen and it looked like she finished washing the dishes. "Beta, I'm heading of to my bedroom sleep, when are you going to sleep?", she said as she wiped of her hands with the towel. "Already?", I questioned because it was odd for my mom to sleep at 10PM, it was early. She usually sleeps at around 12 midnight or even later. 

The reason why she used to sleep at late hours was either because she flirted with my dad, sending each other romantic messages or she used to watch those hindi love films which took her way past midnight. But tonight, it was peculiar to me. "Yes, I feel tired tonight after the work I did today with Mr Suresh. 

Remember he was helping me with some stuff in my bedroom?" "Yes mom I remember" I replied as I remembered what transpired today between them which was unexplainable up until now.

"Well ok, can you pass me my phone please?", she requested as she walked towards her bedroom. “Mom, please, can I borrow your phone to play games for a bit?” I asked. "No beta, I know you will play games way past midnight" "No mom please, just for 30minutes, I promise, please" 

She looked at me, she thought for bit, as if she was afraid that I might see something in her phone or just something else. "Well, as soon as you finish, bring it over my bedroom ok?" "Yes mom, I will, goodnight!", I responded. "Goodnight", she replied.


I was elated and cheerful. I quickly grabbed her phone, opened car racing game and started playing. As I was playing, a couple of messages were popping in from Mr. Suresh. I didn't read them because I was deeply immersed in the game. At some point, it was so annoying because Mr. Suresh started calling. 

I wondered why is Sir Suresh calling my mom at this time of the night and what's up with all this messages. I dismissed the thoughts and continued playing.

However, it reached a point where I was curious to know why he was calling my mom. Maybe, he wanted to tell her something regarding my dad's work or just something related to work. So I decided that when he calls the next time, I will pick it up. 

But the messages didn't stop, it continued. After a few seconds, he distracted again and called once more. I checked the list of missed calls from Sir Suresh and they were like 49 missed calls. Therefore this time, I picked up and talked to him.


Me - Hello

Sir Suresh - Oh darling, at last you picked up,

Me - It's me, Rajeev, Sir, my mom slept a few minutes ago.


Then it was followed by an awkward silence of 10 seconds.


Suresh - Be...be..beta. You are still up?


Me - Yes Sir, mom decided to sleep early tonight so I just borrowed her phone to play video games for 30 minutes then I sleep.


Suresh - Oooh, I see. Is your mom in her bedroom right now? (I questioned as to why he is inquiring about this over and over again)


Me - Yes, you wanted to talk to her, I can take the phone to her 


Suresh - Well, yes but, I don't want to distract your fun time. Just continue playing, you said she slept right?


Me - Yes sir, I think she is snoring by now


Suresh - Heheheheh, you are funny beta. Well alright, I don't want to disturb her sleep neither your fun. If she wakes up at any time just tell her to call me tomorrow alright?


Me - Alright sir but you can just tell me what message to pass to her


Suresh - Don't worry beta, it's just between me and her.


Me - Alright sir, goodnight


Suresh - goodnight beta.


I hang up the phone and the confusion started flowing in my head once more. I started asking myself several questions; "Why did he call my mom at this time of the night?" and secondly "How did he got my mom's number?" 

These thoughts made me to quit playing the video game and just sat down and started contemplating. I told myself what about the messages? I thought about reading the WhatsApp messages he sent her but I was afraid because I never really read my mom's messages.

But something just popped in my head and I finally decided to read the chat between them. I searched for her WhatsApp application and tried to open it but it was locked with a password. Again, this was odd. Mom never locks any application on her phone with a password. She only locks her home screen with a password but never did she ever lock any application in her phone, let alone WhatsApp.

I didn't know the password she used to lock the app with but I guessed and told myself let me try to unlock it with the password she uses to unlock her home screen which is 17209854. I dialed in the password hoping that it would open and wh,.'! It opened and I was lucky.


Friends, like I told you before, my mom never really chat to a lot of people, in fact she only has few family friends and relative saved. However, when I checked her WhatsApp messages, the topest and most recent was without a name, or let's say it was not saved or assigned with a name. It was purely a number. I quickly figured it out and knew it was Sir Suresh's number and I guessed mom didn't have the time to save his name. So I just decided to turn into a spy agent and clicked the chat.


The chat list was long between my mom and him but the 28 last messages were all by Sir suresh and I think it's because my mom' didn't reply and also because few of those last messages popped up when I was playing the video game. I decided to scroll up and start reading the messages from the top and something inside me dictated that something was off. This was the first chat and the chat was timed at around 4pm in the evening and I knew this was earlier when mom told me she was going to sleep.

This was their WhatsApp messages:


Suresh: Sunita, stop overthinking, this is completely normal and you needed it. 

Mom - Sir, why did you do this?

Suresh - Darling, the ideal question I should ask you is that didn't you like it? (I was wondering what did mom like)

Mom - No I didn't, I am a married woman and religious. It is wrong

Suresh - Calm down, my queen, nothing is wrong if we keep it a secret.

Mom - Sir, please, just stop it already. If my husband or Rajeev comes to know about this then I'm done. (I asked myself what are they hiding)

Suresh - How would they know? Even the closest to us, Rajeev, can't  understand what was going on even if we did it in front of him

Mom - Just listen to yourself Suresh, what are you talking about?

Suresh - You are over-reacting darling. If you didn't like the blowjob, why didn't you stop? (I wondered what is blowjob. I never heard of this term ever)

Mom - (No reply)

Suresh - Answer my dear, why didn't you stop. You were actually sucking on your own and slurping over it, spitting over it and also inserted my balls inside your mouth. (I again asked what does he mean by his balls)


Mom - (No reply)

Suresh - Darling, (I was not sure why he was calling her this "darling" name) why can't you answer me? I know you loved it and I know you loved the size of it. The fact that you are silent means that you enjoyed it. I will take your silence as a yes.

Mom - Stop it Suresh, just stop it


Suresh - Sunita, when I took you and Rajeev to the restaurant and had a good time, I noticed that you were so happy with me. Even when I held your hands, you never rebuffed me

Mom - I only did so because I took you as my husband's colleague, nothing else.

Suresh - Stop mentioning your husband. That bastard husband of yours left you here all on your own starving what a married woman like you craves. Don't you have feelings, don't you think about a dick? ( I was shocked when I heard read "dick", I knew this term to mean penis)

Mom - Sir, please, I don't want to engage with you regarding this matter. Stop using this vulgar words.

Suresh - You and I are deprived of this pleasurable activity. And today, we only did blowjob. And your mouth was so tasty. 

Mom - Would you just stop already!

Suresh - Why should I stop, I know you like how I'm talking, I can't imagine how your other holes will taste. Stop depriving yourself Sunita. Your husband doesn't care about you. 


Mom - No he does

Suresh - If he cared about you he would have taken you with him together with Rajeev so that he can fuck you every night. (I was shocked again when he used the word fuck and I now understood something was definitely happened that evening when I was not at home)

Mom - (No reply)


Suresh - My love, this is just the beginning. Don't worry about anything. No one will know about this, not even your idiotic husband. We will enjoy further. I will pleasure you and all your tight holes. Just look at your body Sunita, you are blessed with long black hair, firm boobs, fleshy thighs and big gaand and no one is using all of those. Don't you see you are wasting time and wasting your body for nothing?

Mom - (No reply)



Then I saw an image which shocked me and even made my hands tremble to the point that the phone almost slipped from my hands. Sir Suresh sent the image of his dick to my mom. This was the image of his dick.






I got to understand all of this things just by the sight of his penis. I was appalled. I quickly kept the phone down due to the shock I just witnessed. The previous days, I was convincing myself that all was ok between my mom and Sir Suresh but I found out tonight that I was just fooling myself. How couldn't I recognize all that was happening between them. How couldn't I recognize that when Suresh took me and my mom to the restaurant, he kept rubbing her thighs, rubbing her massive ass and also whispering things to her ear. 

It all made sense now, my mom is having an affair with Sir Suresh behind my dad's back and it is only the third day. I was angry, I just sat there slightly sweating and uneasy, my hands and fingers trembling. Certainly, my mom didn't allow him to do that "blowjob" which I don't know of but I was sure that Sir Suresh made her do it. How could Sir Suresh do this to my dad by seducing his wife and sending dick pics to her. I felt sorry for my dad because his wife has done something with Sir Suresh which my dad's never ever thought she would do.

But what does blowjob mean?  The question popped up in my head. I decided to pick up courage once more and search for the meaning of that word. I opened up the incognito mode of a browser in mom's phone and typed "blowjob" and the images that popped up instantaneously made my dick hard. It showed women kneeling, swallowing huge sizes of dicks inside their mouths and sucking like pornstars. I mixture of anger and horny gushed across my brain not knowing what to think.

As I explored those images further, I pictured my mom kneeling down that afternoon, slurping and sucking Sir Suresh's huge dick and using her hands to rub it up and down while swallowing his balls. This made my dick harder and harder. I couldn't get that vision off my head even though it was a made up vision of my mom swallowing another man's penis inside her mouth. Moreover, I got incensed with myself for becoming horny of that thought but I knew it happened.

It further explained why I saw my mom's face stained with that thick whitish substance all over her head that evening. I knew that sticky gooey substance was Sir Suresh's cum. It further explains why her hair was untidy and I knew that it was Sir Suresh's hands holding her head and moving it backwards and forwards as mom struggled to maintain his huge cock inside her tiny mouth. And finally it explained why my mom's bra and blouse were on the floor that evening. I deduced that Sir Suresh removed her blouse and sucked my mom's boobs.


I thought to myself that if I hadn't come early that evening, maybe something more would have happened. I again kept the phone down, my dick was now 100% hard and it was making a shape over my trouser. I held my dick and pressed it down because I didn't like that idea or the thought of my mom betraying my dad with his colleague which was making my dick hard. So I pressed down my dick so as to soften it but it was to no avail. My dick continued to grow harder and harder as the thought of my mom sucking his dick continued harassing my thoughts.


It was now an hour and a half, me alone sitting in the sitting room trying to gather my thoughts in order after I got to know what type of a pervert Sir Suresh was converting my mom to another type of woman. My dick was still hard and I thought of masturbating but again I denied myself that idea because I didn't want to visualize my mom with Suresh but I knew that I will not sleep without masturbating.

The feeling was weird, one part of me was hot after realizing what they did but another part of me was condemning it and angry with Sir Suresh for doing blowjob to my mom. I decided to sleep hoping that all this wicked thoughts would dissipate by morning. I picked up my mom's phone, made sure that I logged out of her WhatsApp and tried to take it to her bedroom. I remembered she told me to bring the phone to her bedroom before I sleep. I went to her bedroom and pushed the door slightly open in order not to wake her up lest she was in deep sleep.

I found that she was already in deep sleep. She was sleeping on her right side and as I looked at her, she was on a red kind of a satin dress which I never found her wearing at all. Then I remembered that it was the satin night dress Sir Suresh bought her and it was in the same package as that of the Saree. I was shocked and wondered why is my mom wearing a satin night dress she was given as a gift by another man? Is she already falling for another man whom she just met in three days?





I just placed the phone over on top , next to her bed and I walked off closing her room slowly. I headed to my room and my dick was still hard, although not so hard as earlier. I lie my  head on the pillow still contemplating on what I just saw inside my mom's phone. I was filled with rage and it was not towards my mom, but towards Sir Suresh. I was sure my mom couldn't have sucked his dick willingly. But Suresh made her do it. It was eager to masturbate but i decided not to because I felt weird.

I slept I think for 30 minutes when I was woke up with slight moans. I thought it was a dream but I woke up and realized the moans were emanating from my mom's bedroom. Immediately, my dick became hard and didn't know why. The moans were of my mom and it was clear and distinct. I wondered what was she doing and why was she moaning softly at this time of the night.

My heart was pumping fast by supersonic speed. I woke up from the bed,  climbed out and padded toward my mom's bedroom. As I made my way towards the bedroom, the moans became clearer and more precise as I neared her front door. I froze, unsure of what I was hearing. My first thought was that maybe Mom was unwell.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I crept closer, careful not to make a sound. The door was closed but not locked. I peeked at the window of her bedroom and what I saw made me pause.

Mom was on the edge of the bed, naked with her eyes closed, her hand was rubbing her pussy lips, with deliberate motions. Her head tilted back slightly, and a soft sigh escaped her lips as though she was soothing some kind of sexual tension. The thing which made me astounded was the fact that she was holding her phone with one hand and was watching something while her other hand continued to rub her pussy sideways. I saw her pussy was slightly hairy.

Her thunder thighs was so fleshy to the point that it almost masked out her pussy lips. 





I watched for a few moments, confused but I knew this was normal for her to masturbate while my dad was away. But the thing that caught my attention and unusual was that she was watching something over the phone as she was holding it close to her face. Friends, this again was not normal because my mom is not really a huge fan of porn. She was bought up as a religious and traditional woman and watching porn was not her thing. During her previous masturbation sessions, she normally talked with dad over the phone.


And dad typically will talk to her naughtily and those naughty words of dad would initiate her to masturbate. It like a session exclusively between mom and dad. But this particular night, mom was watching something on the phone. I really wanted to know what she was watching or did she all of a sudden start watching porn?


She was moaning and moaning, throwing her head at the back of her pillow, closing her eyes, biting her lips. You could sense that she was engulfed with ecstasy of self love. And friends, one things that was distint about this was her masturbation was filled with quick sharp lurching forwards of her body and a lot of jolting which explained to me that whatever that what she was watching over the phone was making her go wild.


She increased her rubbing and fingering herself until she orgasmed and released her juices all over the bed. She threw her phone on the bed and spread her legs and there was a sign of relief marked all over her face which was further supported by a slight smile as she closed her eyes. She cummed.

She paused in that position for like 7 minutes and then she woke up from the bed. The phone was still on placed on the bed and still on. She took a deep inhale and exhale and finally stood up. I thought she might walk towards the door where I was standing so I got scared and decided to run towards my bedroom but before I did so, I realized that she was actually going to the bathroom inside her bedroom.


I watched her walk and this was the first time I saw her body full naked. Those  days when she masturbated, she was still with full satin dress on but tonight I got to see her full naked and let me tell you, she is such a voluptuous curvy sort of a lustful model. I watched her boobs and they were full of milk. They were hanging loose, swinging from side to side. She turned her back towards me as she made her way to the bathroom and I got the sight of her fleshy bottom. It was even bigger when you see it naked. Her ass was like 100 tones of meet filled within two balloons.


As she entered he bathroom and closed it, my question was still lingering as to what she was watching. Her phone was on the bed and lit. I thought to myself that I can go inside her bedroom quickly and find out what she was watching inside her phone because her phone was still on and whatever she was watching was still maybe playing.


But I didn't have the courage to do so because I was afraid at the prospect of her catching me. I also didn't want her to know that I knew she was always masturbating at night. But before I gave up, I found myself opening the door to her bedroom ever so slowly. She was still in the bathroom bathing and I could discern that she was bathing because I heard sounds of the shower. The sounds of the shower vitalized my courage because I knew the sounds of the shower will muffle the sounds of my footsteps. 

I made my way inside her bedroom and the smell of fresh pussy filled the room. I was now fully inside her bedroom, I tiptoed towards her bedroom keeping my eyes towards her the shower while still casting my eyes towards her phone. As I reached over my mom's phone, I picked it up and I got the shock of my life. My mom, all this time, while she was masturbating, was watching the picture of Sir Suresh's cock which he sent her earlier that night. I felt like fainting. 


My hands and fingers were trembling. I raised my eye brows, rubbed my eyes to ensure that I was not dreaming but this was reality, not fiction. My mom was looking at another man's penis while masturbating.

The thought of my mom masturbating to the dick picture of another man who is not legally married to her was inconceivable to me. I couldn't even try to believe what I just saw. My dick, on it's own, started becoming hard again. 


I glanced at the corner of her bed and I saw the framed picture of my mom and dad which was always situated on the desk. I looked at my dad at the photo and I felt sorry for him. Instead of my mom masturbating at the picture of my dad,, she was masturbating at the dick picture of his colleague.


Then I heard the sounds of the shower stop and I knew my mom was done with bathing. I quickly placed the phone on her bed where I picked it from and quickly dashed out and closed her door slightly behind me and I ran to my bedroom and jumped on the bed. My suspicions were now fully explained. All my questions were fully answered.


I was shocked and surprised how my traditional mom, who was raised with values and virtues, instead of deleting the dick picture of Sir Suresh from her phone, she decided to not only keep it, but also masturbate while gazing at it. 


I thought to myself, "What is happening?" "What did I just witness?" "Did Sir Suresh charm my mom to this extent?" My dick started growing and becoming hard again. The eagerness to masturbate and relieve myself was harassing me. 

I tried not to masturbate because it was unusual for me to masturbate while knowing that my mom was with another man. but I couldn't control myself. I removed my trouser with anger, held my dick, while I was still angry at Sir Suresh for enchanting my mom with his charm. Then I started masturbating hard picturing how my mom gave Sir Suresh a blowjob. I knew it was weird masturbating to this kind of thing but it was overwhelming for me.


I masturbated freely until I cummed all over my trouser and the bed. I leaned back and relaxed. I gasped a sigh of relief but deep inside I knew it was wrong to masturbate thinking about this taboo thing between Sir Suresh and mom. 


[b]I decided to check my mom's bedroom again to see what she might be doing and I found she just slept but however, she was dressed in that orange satin dress which Sir Suresh bought her.[/b]
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Guys, what do you think. The next part of the story will be even hotter than this. Stay tuned.

[nadia]

UPDATE COMING SOON!

[nadia]

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Great going so far, bro..
Just an honest opinion, please don't mention Rajeev's age anywhere, and ignore the ones who comments about underage shit. As long as you don't mention the age, the story's fine.
By the way, after reading the last update, I thought Rajeev will still be witnessing more confusing scenerios rather than already knowing about what she actually inside that room. That mysterious way of storytelling is rare in this site these days. Hope you understand what I mean. Just leave the imagination job to the readers for a while, and then slowly uncover them one by one. Thats whole experience..
Anyway, you still can do that I hope. Since Mom or Suresh still dunno what Rajeev knows, so their hide and seek play can still go on smoothly!..
Waiting eagerly for the next update, bro.. Please continue as fast as you can.. <3

Thanks for the compliments, and yes, I will consider about the age thing. Secondly, I will further, Rajeev's (me) confusion on what is transpiring between Mom and Sir Suresh. I wish it could go how you wanted but I'm writing it from what I saw in reality but I can interpolate a few descriptions just to spice up the narration. Thanks and wait for the new update!  

[nadia]

CONTINUATION..........



It had been three weeks since the day Sir Suresh visited our home, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something fundamental had shifted. Mom, who had always been the epitome of traditional values—quiet, respectful, and devoted to her family—was no longer the same person. She was beginning to change slowly by slowly.


She had always been careful about upholding the cultural expectations placed on her, and for as long as I could remember, she had carried herself with an air of conservatism that defined who she was.

But lately, she had started to change. The difference was subtle at first: a new lightness in her laughter with Sir Suresh, an unusual playfulness in her tone, and a strange, quiet confidence that seemed to seep into her every move. It was as though she was discovering a new part of herself, a part that didn’t fit the image of the woman I thought I knew or a part she hardly ever experienced with my dad.

It wasn’t just her demeanor that changed—her relationship with her phone had become curious. She was on it more than usual, and she would hold it close, guarding it like a secret. It seemed as if she was hiding something but I didn't care at all because I knew it was non of my business. If I asked to borrow it for games, she would come up with an excuse. “Not now, sweetheart,” she’d say with a small smile. “The battery is low.” That small act of secrecy was unlike her, and it left me puzzled.

And this kind of act became very secretive and surging each and every day. I didn't know why she used to smile whenever she peeked at her phone. On a superficial point of view, I assumed it was just her usual flirtations with dad. But something inside me made me more confused and I didn't understand this.

The next major shift came when Sir Suresh arrived at our house one evening with a surprise. “I’ve got something special for you two!” he announced with a wide grin, holding up an envelope. Me and mom plus Sir Suresh were in the sitting room at that time.

Mom looked at him curiously as she opened it. From the look on her expression, she was uncertain on whether to open it or not. Friends, one thing about my mom is that she always tries her best to hide things from me that I shouldn't know and she has been doing this even when she used to have sex with my dad. Her eyes lit up as she pulled out three tickets. I didn't know what those tickets are for. “What’s this?” she asked Sir Suresh, her voice tinged with excitement but slight shyness.

“It’s a weekend trip to Mumbai,” he replied, smiling at both of us. “I thought it would be a nice break for you and your son. It’s my treat. Please accept it.” Friends, it was only on a blue moon that my dad took me and mom to nice places. Dad hardly took us on a tour. That was another thing that lacked in our family but nevertheless, mom still loved dad. 

But for me, I really loved going to tour and travelling so the idea of Sir Suresh pleading with mom to take us to Mumbai was something I got excited by even though of Sir Suresh's intentions on my mom which I didn't understand up until now. "Yess! Yess I am excited about this trip", I shouted while jumping up and down and I saw Sir Suresh smiling at me as he patted my head.

 But deep inside me, I didn't want Sir Suresh to go with us because I suspected he had naughty intentions on my mom and I knew this by remembering how he used to stare at my mom's big ass over the saree.

I glanced at Mom, expecting her to politely accept but her face was in a mixed state. She didn't know whether to smile, decline the offer or both because she knew deep inside, with her traditional values, that going out on a trip with another man was something she couldn't even dream about. But now, in front of her, was an offer that made her go into a deep dilemma. "Do I accept this offer while my husband is away or not?" That was the thought I think she was contemplating. on.

"Sunita, why are you thinking a lot?" Sir Suresh queried. "Sir, you shouldn't have thought about this, I don't really like travelling" Mom answered. "Cmon Sunita, it would be fun, I guarantee you will enjoy the trip the fullest, right Rajeev?" He asked as he looked at me. "Yes Sir, please mom just this trip, we never went to trips like this, please mom", I insisted. 

In my mind, I should have rejected the offer because I didn't want to see this man with my mom. But again, my excitement got the better of me.

After all, mom wasn’t the type to accept such grand gestures, especially from someone outside our family. "Just say yes Sunita, you don't have to sit here all day being bored, let's take this trip. I already booked a hotel, please" Sir Suresh insisted more. But to my surprise, she smiled brightly and said, “That’s so thoughtful of you, Suresh. Thank you.” 

Her acceptance of the trip felt was slightly tentative because she accept the offer but she seemed quite not sure if she made the right decision despite my dad being away.

I asked myself if she accepted this trip to make me happy or to appease Sir Suresh. This wasn’t the mom I knew—the one who believed in simplicity and modesty, the one who would have hesitated to accept something so extravagant. But on my side, I wanted to go to that trip. Friends, I hope you understand this conflicting scenario.

Also my mom couldn't believe herself for accepting an offer by a man who is not her husband and the same man whom she was masturbating about thinking of his dick. She really felt ashamed of herself but she didn't know what to do. It seemed that she keeps getting into this unchartered territories over and over again and she doesn't know how to maneuver across.  The other night she was sexually thinking about Sir Suresh and today she is accepting an offer from him. 

Moreover, Sir Suresh doesn't know that my mom was masturbating thinking about his dick's photo he sent her. If he knew my mom was doing so, then I don't know what could have happened. The thing which confused me a lot was the fact that my mom was suddenly accepting Sir Suresh slowly by slowly and the fact that she is leaving her traditional and pious values behind and getting used to another man who is not her husband.

This thought also made me slightly angry with mom for the first time but again I remembered what my friend Rahul told me about the normality of this kind of situations. I recalled Rahul telling me that this kind of incidents is common in our locality especially the suburban regions. Friends, remember I'm not used to this kind of incidents of my mom with another man but I slowly began absorbing it although with slight anger. 

That week before the trip, Sir Suresh took me and mom for shopping. We visited various expensive and lavish stores where they sold luxurious types of designer clothes. We also visited other expensive stores specifically for women's and Sir Suresh bought expensive sarees for my mom. During our walk around the mall, mom was looking pensive and furtive all the time. It seemed as if she was afraid that someone might see her walking with another man and report her to dad but in Mumbai, this is normal.

That week, mom was slightly joyous because she was never treated like a queen in this magnitude ever, not even by my dad and she felt like a new born woman of luxury. Even at night, she used to try all those sarees Sir Suresh brought for her and she used to bug and disturb me asking "Son, how does this look on me?" every time she changed onto a new saree. She went back into her room, came out again and asked me how the second, third, fourth e.tc dress looked like on her.

I didn't really understand why my mom was overly hyped up after she was exposed to all those goodies Sir Suresh bought her. I just assumed that it is normal because I myself do get happy if my dad brings me chocolate and bicycle. 


We set off for Mumbai the following weekend. Suresh picked us up in his car, and as we drove, I couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable Mom seemed around him. She didn't even want to hold his hand when Sir Suresh insisted. I think my mom was guilty conscious because she remembers that she was masturbating while looking at Sir Suresh's dick over the phone. They talked and laughed effortlessly, as though they had known each other for years. I found myself watching them closely, trying to understand what had changed.

At one point during the drive, I saw Suresh glance at Mom in a way that unsettled me. His eyes lingered on her face, then moved downward, admiring her boobs and thighs in a way I wasn’t used to seeing. Mom didn’t seem to notice—or maybe she chose to ignore it—but I couldn’t look away. I was sure my mom knew that Sir Suresh was staring at her because my mom was such an item you couldn't get your eyes of. She was always glowing no matter the weather, season or day. Her packed breasts, soft neck, beautiful eyes and black hair was those big buttocks features which added flavor to her tantalizing beauty.

When his hand brushed over mom's soft thunder thighs during the drive as he passed her a bottle of water, she didn’t pull back. Instead, she smiled at him, and I felt a knot tighten in my chest. It was as if the lines between their friendship and something more were beginning to blur. However, when his hands was moving upward towards her upper thighs, she quickly removed his hands and signaled to him that I might be watching. Then Sir Suresh looked at me from the rear view and I quickly pretended to play games on my mom's phone.

Mumbai was incredible, its energy unlike anything I had experienced before. We visited landmarks, strolled along Marine Drive, and enjoyed street food. But even amidst the excitement, I couldn’t ignore the way Mom and Suresh interacted. They looked like husband and wife. I don't know what came over my mom but I found her holding hands with Sir Suresh. Earlier when we were in Pune, she didn't want to hold his hands but now in Mumbai, she was gracefully gripping his hands. I didn't understand why she kept changing and changing every time. I didn't know where this erratic behavior of hers is stemming from.


I too was excited to be in Mumbai but most importantly, happy to travel. Friends, one of my profound hobby is travelling around the world. I get excited when I visit different places and meet different people. So my excitement relatively made me ignore what was going on between my mom and Sir Suresh. During the walk, I could even see Sir Suresh slowly moving his hands at the back of my mom and resting it on her big juicy ass. 

When I saw this, I felt strange, strange in  the sense that something in me got ignited, something hot but I don't want to say naughty, but I felt a bust of erotic emotions cascading down my body. Sir Suresh even sometimes squeezed her fat ass and it seemed as if mom didn't notice. I am sure that if she noticed, then she would be angry at him but I don't know why she wasn't reacting. 

I didn't want to think that my mom was allowing all that to happen. I refused to accept that my mom knew that Sir Suresh's hand was squeezing her firm ass and was not doing anything or saying anything to him. I got more and more confused because remember this kind of thing is happening for the first time for me to experience it.

During lunch at a rooftop restaurant, Sir Suresh leaned close to my mom, talking in hushed tones. Their conversation was private, and I couldn’t hear what they were saying. At one point, I caught Suresh whispering something that made Mom laugh softly, her cheeks flushing slightly. This was the same thing Sir Suresh did on the first, let me call it "date" with my mom when he whispered things to her.

“Why are you always whispering?” I blurted out, unable to hold back my curiosity. "Sir, please I want to know the secret, if you will buy mom a new saree, I also want a new suit" I saw both of them smiling.

Sir Suresh glanced at me, his expression neutral. “We’re just talking about something boring, beta. You wouldn’t be interested. But if you want a new suit, I will buy you one tomorrow. Just go and play, are you enjoying this trip so far?” he asked me. "Yes Sir", I answered as I headed off to play with some of new friends who were also at the rooftop restaurant. But as I played, I kept a keen eye on mom and Sir Suresh.


That evening, we checked into a luxurious motel, the likes of which I had never seen before. The marble floors gleamed, and the rooms were spacious and elegant. That night, I wondered where we would sleep. As we headed to our rooms, I noticed Sir Suresh removing something from his pocket. That time, my mom was busy viewing the elegant motel. Sir Suresh was behind her in a hideous way as if he didn't want to be seen. 

I then recognized that he removed what looked like a golden necklace and continued to quietly stand behind her. He wore a smile. All this time, my mom was just admiring the lavish motel not knowing what surprise awaited behind her. Then Sir Suresh took a deep breath and moved his hand on and over her head towards her face trying to tie the necklace. Mom was caught unaware of what was happening, she looked behind in confusion and before she could say anything, Sir Suresh already tied the necklace on her.

After doing so, he came in front of her, while still smiling. Mom, still confused, was staring at her golden necklace, perhaps perplexed on what to say, or even the price of that necklace, which from my viewed looked quite a pricy asset. "You like it?", Sir Suresh asked mom. "Ooh Sir, you didn't really have to do this, gosh this is ....soo....expensive" mom answered. "Yes, for you only. Why not Sunita don't you like it? You look marvelous and extra ordinary tonight, I thought I would make the night more goldish extra on you"

Mom who continued to look at the golden necklace stood there not knowing what to say. She then raised her head and looked at Suresh. This kind of look she gave Sir Suresh was the same look she gave my dad when dad used to kiss her. Again, I couldn't believe my mom was giving Sir Suresh that kind of intimate look. 

But she came to her senses quickly and she walked away from him. I couldn't understand why she did so. She walked away leaving Sir Suresh just standing there alone. He couldn't even explain what happened but he wore a smile as he watched her walk away. It's as if he knew that mom was slowly getting used to him despite the fact that she was married. He couldn't even take his eyes of her bouncy ass. I felt weird looking at all this. I couldn't even fathom a man enjoying the sight of my mom's ass as she walked away in a hurry.

Before we checked into our rooms, mom was sitting with Suresh and from a far, while I was still playing, I noticed that Sir Suresh was talking to her, maybe convincing her that the necklace he gave her was just a friendly necklace but mom seemed not to be convinced. She even kept looking left and right as if she was worried that I might be watching.

A few minutes later, I was sitting with mom, Suresh went to choose the best rooms for us three. Then as I sat with mom, I noticed her phone ringing and this time I was sure it was dad. For a very long time, my mom didn't talk to dad even the previous week because she was amazed by Sir Suresh. Therefore, I could understand why my dad called her because I am sure dad was even wondering why sometimes mom doesn't call him or why does mom not pick up his calls.

I knew it was dad calling because mom saved a different special ringtone for dad. As she picked up, she seemed worried because dad might ask her questions. "Yeeiii, it's dad calling", I yelped. "Yes beta" mom answered as she kept the phone on her ears and started talking to dad. Before I heard them speaking, I heard Sir Suresh calling me at the counter where people books rooms. I told mom, "Mom Sir Suresh is calling me, I will be right back, tell dad I love him and also remind him to bring me the video game, the new one"

"Ok beta", mom answered as she felt relaxed. At the counter, I was shocked that Sir Suresh booked only two rooms. I wondered what is the meaning of all this? why didn't he book three rooms, one for him, for mom and finally me?. However, I didn't want to ask him that question. After asking me which rooms I should choose. I came back and I still found mom still talking to dad. I decided to stand close behind her just quite a few meters away from her to try to listen to what mom and dad were talking about. 


“Where are you? I have been calling you for quite some time now baby” Dad’s voice was faint but stern, even from where I stood.

“I told you, I’m visiting an old friend,” she replied, her words quick and light. “Just taking a small break. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“An old friend? Who? You didn’t mention anything about this before,” Dad pressed.

Mom hesitated, and I could feel the tension in her pause. “It’s just… someone from college,” she said finally, her voice quieter now. “We were catching up after years. That’s all.” It seemed as if she was afraid of telling dad that she went out with one of his colleagues. Friends, this is the second time my mom is lying to my dad. Being brought up with values, my mom never lied to my dad but here she is lying to him over the phone. I don't know but her lying to my dad made me slightly horny and I cursed myself for feeling that way.

“Where exactly are you baby, I was worried that you were not picking up my calls? And why at this time of the night baby?” Dad’s voice sharpened slightly. “You don’t sound like you’re in the city.”

“I told you, it’s not a big deal,” she said, a hint of defensiveness creeping into her tone. “I’ll be back soon. Let’s talk about this later.” The way she replied was never heard before from her. She used to talk with a tone of love when she talked with my dad but now she felt bold and she replied with boldness.

“Don't get angry baby. Why later? I’m asking now,” Dad insisted. “You’re being vague. Baby, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, really,” Mom said quickly, though her voice betrayed a flicker of unease. “Everything’s fine. You’re worrying for no reason.”

There was a long pause. I imagined Dad was now convinced.

“My love, you know I love you that's all, I always want to hear your voice” Dad’s voice was soft and he felt relaxed but I knew he was being lied to.

Mom sighed, a heavy sound that seemed to carry her guilt. “I’ll explain when I get home, okay? There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Fine, how is Rajeev doing?" "He is fine" mom answered. "Will you call me when you get home, it's late now you know"

“Of course,” Mom said softly. “I love you.”

The call ended, and she sat there for a moment, staring at her phone. Her shoulders slumped, and I could sense her worry, though she quickly straightened up. 

I stepped back and sat down with her. "Mom how is dad? What did he say?" I asked her. "Ohh uumm, well nothing, he just wanted to know how we are doing. Nothing much"

Sir Suresh, mom and I now were heading to our rooms. I knew Sir Suresh booked two rooms only and mom didn't know this.

Suresh handed me a room key and said, “This one’s for you. Your own space for the night!”

I looked at him, confused. “Why aren’t we staying in the same room?”

Sir Suresh stepped in quickly. “It’s just easier this way, beta. You’ll have your privacy, and so will we.” Mom stood there not knowing what to do. She couldn't fathom herself sleeping in the same room with another man, far away from our home. "Sir we need to talk, just for a bit", mom asked Sir Suresh. Sir looked at mom and he told me, "Beta stay here for a while while i talk to your mom ok?", "Ok sir, but hurry up I feel sleepy", I answered.

They went aside and I hide myself to listen to them.

“I told you, Suresh, I can’t do this,” Mom’s voice was soft but tense, laced with hesitation. “I’m married. Sharing a room with you—it’s not right.”

“Relax, Sunita,” Suresh said, his tone calm and confident. “It’s not a big deal. We’re just staying the night, and it’s perfectly normal. All the rooms were booked earlier enough so this is the one which remained only” I knew he was lying because I saw the list of three rooms, four rooms even five rooms that time at the counter but he chose two bedrooms deliberately. I didn't understand why he was doing this.

“But it doesn’t feel normal to me, I will sleep at Rajeev's room” Mom replied, her voice breaking slightly. 

“Sunita, Rajeev's room only has one bed and it only fits him and you cannot sleep on the floor because this place is so cold, but ours has two beds, so comfy, and the rooms are separated with a wall, why are you afraid, don't you trust me?” Suresh asked her. "No....I....I.. do but... I don't know it just doesn't feel right." Then Sir Suresh told her something that almost made my dick hard. "It doesn't feel right? Are you sure? Well did it feel right when I sent you that pic of mine?"

I quickly remembered what he was referring to, his dick photo which he sent my mom. This question shocked my mom, she raised her head and looked at him with an expression of anger. She didn't have anything to answer. "Mmmh? Sunita? Didn't you enjoy it?" "Stop this, I didn't enjoy anything, can you just please don't start this topic again, my son is here. I thought we agreed that I will not accept you sending me those kind of images again". Mom answered with a stern tone.


"I doubt it dear, I doubt if what you are saying is true" Sir Suresh answered and I saw his eyes move towards her boobs. Mom noticed this and she hid her boobs and walked out of that room and she seemed angry. My mom was in no mood to discuss further that topic with him but I was sure she understood that tonight, she was going to sleep in the same room with Sir Suresh.

I pretended to stand there not knowing what happened, mom came to me and said, "Alright beta, have a good bath and head off to sleep alright? I know you are sleepy" "Ok mom", I said. As I went to the bathroom, the words of my friend Rahul came into my mind and while was bathing, I decided to call him.

Steam filled the bathroom as I let the hot water run over me, my mind clouded with confusion and unease. I couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation I had overheard between Mom and Sir Suresh. Something about it felt off, and I needed to talk to someone who might help me make sense of it. Rahul.

Grabbing my phone from the bathroom counter, I dialed Rahul's number, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder as I adjusted the shower temperature.

“Hello?” Rahul’s voice came through, slightly muffled.

“It’s me,” I said, keeping my voice low to make sure no one outside could hear.

“What’s up? Why are you calling me from the bathroom?” Rahul asked, chuckling.

“I needed to talk to you,” I said, ignoring his comment. “It’s about my mom and Sir Suresh.”

“Oh, Suresh uncle again?” Rahul said with a teasing tone. “What happened now, what have you noticed?”

“They… they’re sharing a room tonight, we went to a motel and Sir Suresh booked two rooms” I blurted out, the words tumbling out before I could stop myself.

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a burst of excitement from Rahul. “Wait, what? They’re sharing a room? Seriously?”

“Yes,” I said, feeling uneasy. “He only booked two rooms—one for me and one for both of them. I overheard Mom saying she wasn’t comfortable with it, but he convinced her. And now she’s… she’s fine with it.”

“That’s awesome, man! Let me tell you something, tonight is the night you will see the hot movie between your mom and him” Rahul exclaimed, his enthusiasm catching me off guard.

“Awesome?” I repeated, confused. “How is that awesome?”

“It’s normal,” Rahul said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I told you, right? These things happen all the time. Especially when your dad isn’t around. Moms deserve to have fun too, you know? Even yesterday, I watched my mom fuck that my dad's boss and I enjoyed the show. So it's also your time to enjoy watching your mom getting fucked hard  by Sir Suresh tonight. If I was you, I would feel excited.”

“But it feels weird,” I admitted. “Mom isn’t like this. She’s always been so… traditional. This isn’t her. But a few minutes ago, she seemed angry that Sir Suresh only booked two rooms”

“People change, dude,” Rahul said, his tone almost casual. “Your mom probably got tired of the same old routine of your boring dad. My mom’s the same with my dad’s boss. They go out together, have dinners, and fuck also. It’s just how things work sometimes.”

“But this isn’t....uuhh I don't know what to say,” I said, trying to make him understand. “They’re sharing a room, Rahul. A room. Don’t you think that’s… too much?”

“Nah,” Rahul said with a chuckle. “You’re overthinking it. My mom and Dad’s boss fucked inside my mom's bedroom, in front of the wedding pics of my mom and dad. Your mom and Suresh uncle are probably just close to doing what my mom and dad's boss did and I think it will happen tonight, make sure you don't sleep. It’s not a big deal.”

I leaned my head against the shower wall, letting the water hit my back. “It doesn’t feel right, though. She’s lying to Dad, Rahul. She didn’t even answer his calls earlier.”

“Dude, yes because she is infatuated by the hot attention she is receiving from Sir Suresh,” Rahul said. “Sometimes moms need to do things for themselves. Your dad’s not here, right? Suresh uncle’s just giving her the attention she probably hasn’t had in years. Trust me, this is normal.”

I stayed silent for a moment, ,.ng over his words. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” Rahul said confidently. “Look, your mom’s an adult. She knows what she’s doing. And honestly, it sounds like Suresh uncle really likes her. He’s treating her well, right?”

“Yeah…” I admitted reluctantly. “He’s been really nice to her. They laugh a lot together.”

“Exactly,” Rahul said. “If she’s happy, then why are you stressing about it? My mom is way happier when she’s with my dad’s boss than she is with Dad. It’s just how things are.”

“But what about Dad?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Doesn’t she care about him?”

“Of course she does,” Rahul said. “But relationships are complicated. Your mom probably still loves your dad, but she needs someone to fill the gap when he’s not around. It’s nothing bad—it’s just life.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. I turned off the shower, the sound of dripping water filling the silence.

“So, you think I’m overreacting?” I asked finally.

“Definitely, but I am sure something hot is going to happen tonight between your mom and Sir Suresh and you will feel something you have never felt before” When he said this, my dick slightly became hard because I knew what he meant but he wasn't saying it because he knew I will believe him. But I knew he meant that maybe Sir Suresh was going to "fuck" my mom. I don't want to use that term but maybe that is what was going to happen but I was not ready to see this thing happening.


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CONTINUATION.......



The evening was unusually quiet when I stepped out of the shower, the warm water still dripping from my hair. The sound of the water had drowned out the muffled conversations coming from the living room, but as I dried myself off and dressed, I felt an unease that had been growing in my chest all evening. I was trying not to overthink things, trying to ignore the changes in the atmosphere that had come with Sir Suresh’s visits. After all, he was a family friend. There should have been no reason for me to feel this way.

I opened the door to the living room, where I saw my mother and Sir Suresh sitting together, talking in quiet tones. Mom looked up and smiled when she saw me. “Goodnight, beta,” she said softly.

I forced a smile in return, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. I nodded and muttered, “Goodnight,” before turning away and heading toward my room. Sir Suresh gave me a quick, friendly smile as well, and said, “Sleep well, kiddo.” His voice was warm, but something about his smile felt different now—less distant, more personal.

I closed the door to my room behind me and threw myself onto the bed. I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts spiraling. I wondered if this was the night my mom was going to get fucked, yes FUCKED, let me use this term because I will have to accept it now. Yes, her getting fucked by Sir Suresh Everything had been so normal before—my mom, my dad, our family routine. But now, with Sir Suresh constantly around, and specifically tonight him and mom in the same room, something inside me was getting hot. 


It felt as though the walls were closing in, and I couldn’t breathe. I kept telling myself I was imagining things, but the thought lingered like a shadow. Why had things changed so quickly? As I stared at the ceiling in this lavish room, I kept visualizing my mom under his arms and Sir Suresh touching each part of her body. But I cursed myself for building castles in the sky. This visuals I created in my head were encouraging my innocent dick to begin hardening like a rock.

I quickly held my dick firm, not to encourage it to became harder, but to soften it because I knew this thought of mom getting fucked by Sir Suresh was really repulsive for me and unacceptable even though I was convinced of what Rahul told me earlier.

I lay there for a long time, tossing and turning. I couldn't get to sleep. I kept thinking is Sir Suresh creeping over my mom's bed? Is he watching her sleeping? I was contemplating on masturbating but I told myself this is such a weird thing to do so I decided to have a nap.


I got to sleep like for 30 minutes when I was woken up by the sounds of distant moaning. I thought I was dreaming again but I rubbed my eyes to ascertain and convince myself that I was indeed not in a dream. I heard another round of moaning but it was a distant one because I locked my room from outside.


Eventually, the sound of distant moans from their room filtered through the walls. The two of must be up, their voices light, as if there were no tensions in the air. Still, I couldn’t help but feel something wasn’t quite right. I tried to push the thoughts aside  by ignoring it and finally fell into a fitful sleep again, but the unease stayed with me.

10 minutes of my sleep past again and I was abruptly woken by a sound—a low murmur coming from the hallway. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but as the seconds passed, the noise became clearer. It was Mom’s moans. She was moaning in hushed tones, as if she was struggling, but there was something in her moans that made my heart skip a beat. I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew I needed to find out.

At the back of my mind, as I woke up from my bed, I knew maybe what Rahul told me earlier was happening but it was only me who had to find out the reality. My heart continued beating like the drums of Africa; dum! dum! dum! da! da! dum! dum! dum! da! da!

I slipped out of bed quietly, trying to make as little noise as possible with my footsteps as those of a cheetah hunting. The house was eerily still silent like a dead cave, but the sound of mom's moans grew louder the closer I got to the living room. 

I looked over and there was light inside their room which ultimately confirmed to me that they were really not asleep and something was going on. I really wanted this to be a dream but to my astonishment, I was living a real dream, let's call it that.

I real dream of possibly getting to see my mom getting...umm...for lack of a better word, "fucked" for the first time by a man who is not her husband; Sir Suresh. This thought made my dick harder and it was raising and making a tent over my pajamas.

I stood still, just outside the door, my ear pressed against the wall. My heart raced in my chest as I tried to catch every word.

“Aaah,, nahi nahi, aaahh Sir, please,” Mom moaned softly, but I could hear the hesitation in her voice. “My son is in the other room. I’m married, you know this isn’t right. Please don't take away my piousness with this kind of act, please, I have a husband aaahhhhhh!” Her voiced-infused moans cracked slightly, like she was trying to convince herself as much as him.

I felt a strange twist in my stomach. I had never heard my mom sound like this before. The last time I heard her moaning was when she used to have her intimate moments with my dad inside their marital bed. She was usually so confident, so certain in everything she did. But now, her words seemed tentative, as though she was on the verge of crossing some boundary she couldn’t come back from.

“Sunita, you’re overthinking this,” came Sir Suresh’s calm, reassuring voice. “It’s just something you and I need and craving for a longer time and I'm well aware you were expecting this from me. You’ve been complaining about having sex but you were complaining it silently for yourself without anyone hearing. But I hear your craving. A little relief between me and you will be the relief of the century.”

I couldn’t breathe, what Rahul told me earlier was transpiring right in front of my me. A relief? Was that what this was all about? I could feel my pulse quicken. I knew the relief Sir Suresh was referring to was a fuck relief. Let me use the word "fuck" from now on because this is what was about to happen and that was the thing Sir Suresh was going to give my mom.

I had always known Sir Suresh to be a kind man, but this conversation didn’t sit right with me. I have known him to be a naughty man who wanted my mom all for himself. I knew that when he gave my mom a blowjob that evening even though I didn't witness it.

But tonight I was going to witness something even more naughtier. And Mom so hesitant to accept his "relief" from him made me certain that mom after all didn't want to sleep with Sir Suresh. But is she really aversive to this relief thing? I know women, especially married ones, crave for sex.

From where I was standing I couldn't see what was happening inside the room. I had to find a way to peep inside. Fortunately, the window of their room had curtains but thankfully the curtains didn't fully cover the contents in their room so I thought that this is the perfect time to peep inside and witness what was happening.

I didn't really want to see my mom with another man but my dick, which was half-hard by now, was guiding me to peep, it was as if it was talking to me mentally. As I peeped inside, I almost fainted. I saw Sir Suresh and my mom both standing next to my mom's bed. Mom was in satin dress which means that if you removed her satin dress, then she would only remain with her bra and panty.

On the other hand, Sir Suresh was only in his grey boxers. He was forcefully hugging my mom as if he didn't want her to escape. They were facing each other and both of them were standing. My mom who looked so erotic in that satin dress tried her best to disassociate herself from the tight hug of Sir Suresh but she couldn't. 

This was the first time I saw Sir Suresh's body. His body was like that of hulk; built muscles, hairy chest and broad hands. He looked like one of those actors in Indian films who are heavy weighters.



“Aahh please Sir leave me” Mom’s voice faltered. “You can't run away from this romantic night Sunita, I will pleasure you until you chose me as your man”

“You trust me, don’t you?” Sir Suresh’s tone was gentle, coaxing. “You’ll feel so much better afterward. Just let me taste your body. I have waited for this night for a very long time.”

There was a long pause, and I could hear the sound of Mom’s breath as if she was not ready to give her body to a man whom she was not married to. As he hugged her, he reached over and grabbed a huge portion of my mom's big ass over the saree. 

This sight made my dick 75% hard. I couldn't believe that famous fat ass of my mom which was only reserved for my dad was now being ravaged by a his colleague without even his knowledge. Sir Suresh tried to kiss my mom but mom kept both of her hands on his face, her boobs were pressed firmly against his hairy chest.


I felt a mixture of anger and confusion. I didn’t know what was happening nor could I fathom it, but I knew I had to stay out of it. My mind raced back to what Rahul had said. It’s normal, man. Moms need help sometimes, especially when Dad’s not around. But still, something about this felt different. Something wasn’t right.

“Kiss me Sunita, taste my saliva” Sir Suresh's voice floated . “No leave me, no I can't”
“It’s just a kiss Sunita, stop pretending, I am very much aware that you sucked my dick five times and all those five times, I watched as you swallowed my cum, huh?. Remember even that day while your husband was bathing and I made you suck my dick inside your house, huh? Sunita, I know you can't live without me” came the deep voice of Sir Suresh, a family friend and my dad's colleague. 

I was startled when he mentioned that he gave her blowjobs five times. I wondered how, when or where did he gave her those other 4 blowjobs because I only got to experience one of it. This means that my mom maybe has been given blowjobs way back even when dad was around.


As I watched them from a distance, it was clear that Sir Suresh had a certain admiration for my mom, and she seemed to not to enjoy his attention in a way that felt both uncomfortable and unfamiliar. There was an intense air between them as they he tried to kiss her, a lightness in mom's resistance that made it seem as though she couldn't match his strength, even though I wasn’t fully sure if she is trying her best to avoid him.


At one point, Sir Suresh, smiling mischievously, leaned toward my mom, his gaze falling on her face.

“You know, Sunita,” he began, his voice teasing, “I’ve always wanted to do this.” He held mom tightly with his left had surrounding her while he used his other right hand and tightly held and grabbed mom's pussy area. 

This made my mom to let out a sharp "aahhh" from her mouth.


“Leave me Suresh,” she said trying her best to move away. “I’m not as easy as you think.”

Suresh grinned, his smile widening as he persisted, his tone bold. “I just wanted to see if I could capture that pussy which I know is wet by now,” he said. “You’re always so composed, Sunita. But I can’t help but admire how effortlessly beautiful you are.”

He further rubbed her pussy while both of them stood, this time he made further strides and tried to rub her pussy although he didn't really grab it because he was rubbing her pussy with her satin dress still on so he didn't get a good rub.

My mom moaned, she closed her eyes. For a minute I thought she was enjoying it but I was proud of her for not enjoying because she continued resisting. She reached out, almost as if to push him away lightly, but Sir Suresh was quick, his hand gently brushing against the side of her hair and finally kissed her.

I knew this is not the first time my mom kissed Sir Suresh, I knew Sir Suresh kissed her a couple of times especially those 4 blowjobs she gave him which I didn't see. Maybe she kissed him during those moments they had. But I asked myself, when did my mom and Suresh start doing this behind my dad's back? When did it start?

I wanted to find the answers but for now, I was immersed with what was going on inside the room of mom and Sir Suresh. It seemed that his plans were going on well for him and it seemed that all this was meant to be because if it wasn't meant to be then it couldn't have happened.

With a brief struggle mom couldn't further resist, she had to give in and continue being kissed forcefully by Sir Suresh. After 20 seconds of kissing, she broke from the kiss, spitted out saliva, and said,

“You’re impossible,” she said angrily. “Yes, and the thing that is impossible tonight is me not fucking you and tasting this pussy”

And before she could react, Sir Suresh threw mom on the bed. As she landed on the bed, the bed playfully bounced and since her satin dress was so light, the impact of the landing slightly made her satin dress move upward from her thighs up to her navel.

This revealed her thighs and I got a glimpse that she was wearing a pinkish panty. She quickly adjusted her satin dress but before she could wake up, Sir Suresh jumped on her, like how a cheetah jumps on it's prey.

"Not so fast Sunita", he said as he held her on the bed in missionary position. Mom looked at him and said, "Please Suresh, I can't do this please just leave me, if Rajeev sees this he will be angry"

"Rajeev is a young boy, he wouldn't understand what we are doing and he can't even enter in this room because I locked it.", Sir Suresh said. With that he gave her another deep kiss and this time my mom couldn't even resist.

I knew she couldn't resist because even if she did, it would be of no use at all. She again managed to break off from the kiss and there was saliva which I think was from Sir Suresh's mouth, smeared all over her lips. 

She appeared disgusted by the kiss, she rubbed it off using the back of her palm. Sir Suresh saw this and smiled at her. "You look so young and on fire Sunita." My mom didn't respond to any of this and she just looked away feeling disgusted.
 
Sir Suresh began giving her light, passionate kisses on her cheeks, moving downwards towards her neck. Mom began again resisting by throwing her hands pushing his head trying to make him stop but again she couldn't cope with Sir Suresh's strength.

Sir Suresh made his way, kissing her navel now, over her satin dress. This part made my mom a little ticklish and she began raising her legs due to the sensation she was beginning to get. "Suresh please, stop this disgusting act you are doing" mom said, with her tone slightly soft.

"Disgusting? why didn't you say this when you sucked my cock?", Sir Suresh muttered as he started raising her satin dress exposing her thick thunder thighs. Those thighs of my mom which used to be visible even when she wore sarees perpetuated traffic jam when she walked along the streets because drivers couldn't stop gazing.

Sir Suresh began moving his hands all over my mom's thighs while mom was in missionary position, he massaged her thighs, squeezed and kneaded them. Mom resistance was now at 34%, she was hardly even showing signs of refusing the act Sir Suresh was doing on her sacred body.

The holy beauty and body of my mom was now about to be turned into an unholy body by giving it to a man whom is not her legal husband. "Suresh ahahhh let me go, you have no right over my body", mom said, her tone of voice seemed as if it was converting from boldness to hesitation, as though she was second-guessing herself.

"Your body is not holy Sunita, your body is mine, it is no longer your husband's body. You surrendered your body to mine when you sucked my dick 5 times", Sir Suresh replied. “You’ve been so stressed lately. You deserve to relax.” His hands now reached her pinkish panty, by now he made her satin dress went past her thighs and was now resting on her navel.

This exposed her panty, and from my view I saw the bottom part of her panty was slightly soaked and it looked wet. I didn't understand why and that is when Sir Suresh said, "Ooh look at you, your panty is soaked, so you were secretly getting wet down there and you are enjoying what I am doing"

This made my mom ashamed, she didn't even reply, she just casted her eyes sideways acknowledging that her inner sexual appeal was being recognized by Sir Suresh. "No don't look down there Suresh", she said as she started hiding the soaked part of her panty with her hands but it was too late.

“Just let go for a moment,” he encouraged gently. “You’ll feel so much better. This is a sign that you are yearning for sexual satisfaction” He began holding the strings of her panty and started pulling them down, as usually mom began resisting by pulling the panty strings upwards, the opposite way.

There was a slight struggle which didn't even last for 30 seconds and finally he pulled it down up to her thighs and that is when Sir Suresh eyes glowed at the sight of my mom's holy pussy.





And it was clear she was wet down there. Friends, I know the meaning when a woman gets wet. But I stood there frozen, couldn't even move. I asked myself, "Did my mom really become wet for Sir Suresh and the fucking has not began yet?", I found it difficult to believe it but I just thought that maybe Sir Suresh's way of seduction was getting the better of her.

Sir Suresh pulled the panties all the way down and mom was now without panties, she hid her wet pussy with her hands, looking straight at Sir Suresh, she looked like a young princess who was shy.

"Look at you Sunita, you are such a darling hiding from what you wanted. Free yourself and allow me to be your king- tonight", Sir Suresh said to her. "No no nahi, I can't do this please, I am married, why can't you understand", mom asked.

"It's not a matter of understanding", Sir Suresh said as he made his way towards her face, "It's a matter of the chemistry that is going on between us at this moment"

He reached over her face on top of her and he looked as if he as about to kiss her but mom panned her face sideways with disgust. Sir Suresh was not appealed by this move so he held her face, straightened it and gave her a slight hard French kiss. My mom didn't even move a muscle, she just kept her hands on his shoulders, always trying to push him away but to no avail.


“We should stop,” my mom said suddenly, opening her eyes wide as if realizing where things were headed.
Sir Suresh looked momentarily taken aback but quickly kissed her back again. “Sunita, you don't need to deny yourself this marvelous opportunity, your good-for-nothing husband left such a beauty alone, but you are now in the hands of me, your king, don't worry,” he replied softly.

As he worked on her boobs, I noticed she wasn't even wearing bra and this is normal for her especially when she is about to sleep at night, Sir Suresh’s hands glided smoothly over her breasts, squeezing and kneading them one by one. Friends, I noticed something on my mom's face, as Sir Suresh squeezed her breasts and pinching her nipples, she began closing her eyes.

When I saw my mom getting into the mood, my dick was now 100% hard. It was so erotic realizing that my mom, instead of continuing to deny her body being used by another man, she was getting into the world of illegal affair and it was overwhelming for her. Friends, when I saw this, something strange came over me.


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My mom sighed softly, perhaps feeling some tension ebb away under his skilled touch and continuation of him sucking her breasts. But then he paused and suggested gently, “Sunita, are you enjoying it”

"Suresh let me go, how could you do this, I am the wife of your colleague", mom answered but her tone of voice began breaking and moving to the ranges of moaning. This was not the normal way of my mom's tone. "I know you are not my wife, but you are my property tonight", Sir Suresh replied.

He pulled up her satin dress up and she was now fully naked. I couldn't believe this kind of thing would happen the fact that mom was fully naked with a Sir Suresh. He moved down to her pussy region, "May I taste this?", he asked mom as her looked deeply at her pussy. My heart skipped a beat at this suggestion.

It felt like crossing into uncharted territory. Would she agree? Mom didn't even utter a word and that was a green light to Sir Suresh. "Your silence is betraying you Sunita" as he said this, he drove his tongue on her pussy starting from the top part. My mom's pussy was not just slight hairy but a beautiful and glamorous, glistening one with tender of pussy lips meat which made a nice curve to it that shaped her pussy. 

Sir Suresh's tongue flickered excitedly as he licked one pussy lip after the other over and over, his eyes wide with anticipation of the taste. "Aahhh asshh oooh", the moans of ecstasy flowed out of my mom's mouth. "I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he confessed, crouching down. “A sweet, juicy, pussy like this is dream come true. You, my delicious Sunita, are the pinnacle of fortune & cuisine, I am going to eat this pussy until tomorrow morning"


He held my mom's thunder thighs, sucking her pussy lips, her clit and the crevice while looking at my mom who by now was closing her eyes, moans escaping her mouth, jolting here and there on the bed, her legs tapping the bed. I saw this and I knew the womanhood of my mom's sexuality was now becoming evident.





"Oh, my queen! Your pussy tastes like honey mixed with love than I imagined. So savory, so rich, so... perfectly seasoned!” Sir Suresh got to work, licking the her pussy from top to bottom. He took his time, savoring every inch. “You’ve got it all,” he murmured between licks. “Flavor, texture, and charm. I’ll never forget this night.”

"Sssssurresshh pppppleeasseee noooo stoopp oooohhh", mom sighed, perhaps loosing her senses simultaneously getting a sensation she never got. "Sunita, you are deprived, I can tell you are deprived from reaching the 7th heaven, this pussy of yours needs a good care, but don’t worry—I’ll take good care of you.”


My mom, naked, whom I never thought will see her naked with another man, even in my wildest dream, rested on the soft, expensive motel bed, illuminated by the silvery glow of moonlight streaming through the window. My mom was left there by dad, who due to work, couldn't satisfy my mom the days he was away. 

But now, the night had taken a turn it never expected, Sir Suresh, the alpha male, had claimed my mom, the property of my poor dad who doesn't even know that his holy wife, his precious property is being eaten without his knowledge by his very colleague.


As Suresh’s rough tongue dragged across my mom's pussy clit & surface, my mom found herself feeling... strangely appreciated. Mom tried hard to resist but it was not 16% of her resisting. She would never admit it to anyone, of course, but being licked so meticulously wasn’t unpleasant at all. In fact, it was oddly satisfying. 

And for me, without even knowing, I found myself, involuntarily holding and rubbing my dick up and down. Friends, trust me, I didn't even realize that I was rubbing my dick, I don't even remember when I zipped down my pants, but I just found myself rubbing my cock smoothly up and down as I watched the most erotic scene ever to happen to me.

"I am sure your husband never licked you like this before", Sir Suresh said as mom continued gasping for air due to the sensation. She grabbed the bed, displacing the bedsheets. This is certainly a new sensation for my mom. He’s so thorough! Top to bottom, no spot on her pussy missed. My mom was never treated with such care.


The room was quiet except for the soft moans of my mom who was now in another world and also the sucking of her pussy by Sir Suresh, the moon casting a gentle glow over the bed. Sir Suresh stopped sucking her pussy, raised his head poised, staring at the my mom who he’d been worshipping for what felt like 20 minutes. 


He watched as my mom squirmed all over the bed even after he finished sucking her pussy. Sir Suresh's mouth was wet all over due to my mom's pussy juices and some of her pussy juices cascaded from her magnificent pussy. Mom still was breathing heavily and this meant to me that the sucking was intense.


His eyes sparkled with curiosity and renewed intent as he gently turned my mom over so that she was now lying on her stomach and her fat meaty ass was on his sight. Sir Suresh’s gaze fell upon her big ass like a treasure long sought. His dick inside his boxers twitched as he held mom's thighs as she turned, surveying the fat ass as if he were a connoisseur examining a rare gem. 


My mom resisted from turning for a second but she found herself lying with her back to the view of Sir Suresh. There, lying in the moonlight, her big booty looked even more inviting.

“You, my lovely Sunita” he said softly, his voice smooth and low, “are something extraordinary.”

He studied her ass curves, the texture of the surface. And then, with the air of someone who had waited a long time for such an opportunity, Sir Suresh finally allowed himself to taste it.







The first lick was tentative, slow, exploratory and superficial. From my mom's face that was pressed on the pillow, I read an expression of satisfaction though she knew that what she is doing with Sir Suresh was an abomination.

As his tongue brushed against her fat asscheeks, a sense of wonder washed over my mom. My mom, though moaning, felt as though she responded to his touch, welcoming it. The more he tasted, the more he wanted to explore. But my mom was not ready to let him explore her meaty ass because she kept pushing his face away.


Every lick seemed to fill him with a deep sense of satisfaction, but there was more to discover. "You’re incredible," Sir Suresh said, “And this fat, meaty back of yours... it’s even more enticing than I imagined.” 

"Suresssh aaaahh stop this please stop doing this things on my back", my mom moaned. “Ah, yes,” Sir Suresh said, “the real treasure.” He leaned in, licking my mom's fat asscheeks slowly, savoring every detail. “I’ve always wanted to taste this part. It’s perfect. So full, so juicy. You’ve been hiding this from me, haven’t you?"






As Sir Suresh continued to lick the top surface of my mom's big ass, the room suddenly grew still, the air thick with a strange, unexplained energy. And then, just as his tongue approached a small, barely visible indent at the center of the fat ass cheeks, something unexpected happened.

“Please,” my mom's soft voice, clear and almost pleading. “Don’t lick that hole.” Sir Suresh was amazed and asked "Why, what’s wrong with it? It seems... perfect.”

My mom hesitated, her voice taking on a slightly nervous tone. “Because no one has ever truly paid attention to it before. It's dirty please, i will feel embarrassed. It’s... different. That hole is part of me that I’ve kept hidden for so long. I don’t know if I’m ready to share it. Suresh please don't lick that part”


I knew my mom was referring to her tight asshole. Friends, let me tell you something. I am very sure that my mom was never asshole-licked before. And how do I know this? Because my dad, even though he was charming man, he didn't really have the knowledge enough of satisfying a woman. In simple phrase, my dad didn't explore other treasure parts of my mom, e.g her magnificent asshole.

Sir Suresh chuckled softly, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “But that’s exactly why I want to taste it, I don't care if it's stinky” he said, a low, melodic rhythm in his voice. “It’s a secret, something no one has ever explored. I even know your moronic husband never did this to you. And now, it’s my turn to discover it. This asshole of yours can never be left unlicked”


My mom's voice faltered, almost as if she was trying to resist the temptation of the Sir Suresh's devotion. “But... it’s delicate, I don't want you to smell it” my mom said. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” Sir Suresh’s eyes softened, and he leaned closer to my mom's hairy asshole, his voice gentle. “I understand,” he said. 

“But I can’t help it. I’ve been curious about this sacred asshole of yours for so long. You’ve been waiting for someone to find it, and I know you were. And now, it’s me. I’ll treat it with care, I promise. I don't care if it's stinky, in fact I want it to stink, bend over my darling"

My mom didn't want to bend over but Sir Suresh held her waist and raised her with his hands. I couldn't fathom how strong he was and withing a blink, mom was bending like a whore ready for her asshole to be licked, probably for the first time.





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With that permission, Sir Suresh pressed his tongue against the small, most tight asshole of my mom, the softness of it surprising him. It was unlike her pussy, it was so tight even by just observing it, its texture more delicate, more tender. As he licked her precious asshole hole, my mom shivered slightly, almost as though it were responding to his touch.

She squirmed and clenched her asscheeks if she was feeling a tikling sensation on her asshole, a hole that was never explored. She grimaced, biting her lips, not in pleasure, but somehow in disgust but I knew her heart was loving it but her mind condemned it.


"Ooh Sunita,” Sir Suresh murmured, his voice full of wonder. “It’s... unlike anything I’ve ever tasted. Your asshole smells so intoxicating, I don't know how to describe it, and it tastes like coconut”

My mom's voice, mixed with moans, though faint, spoke again. “Aahh oooh Suresh please, that's enough aaaahh oohh no" Mom's expression was filled with disgust and repulsion, probably from the fact that another man was licking a part of her body that was not meant to be licked or sucked.

Friends, by now, I was really rubbing my dick up and down. Remember, during the days I heard my mom and dad having their intimate moments in their bedroom, I never bothered to watch because I designated that act as an abomination but I used to hear moans but I never masturbated to it.

However, this night, I felt strange, emotions of sexual urge travelled with the speed of lightning through my body. I was gazing, hardly blinking just to not miss any miniscule action of what Sir Suresh was doing to my mom.

Sir Suresh, lost in the sensation, continued to suck my mom's asshole, savoring the way it felt beneath his tongue. He could feel her asshole's warmth, its essence, the smell, as though it were a part of him now. The more he tasted, the deeper the bond between them seemed to grow.


His tongue ran over, back and fourth as if it was creating a friction due to the rubbing impact it imposed on the surface of my mom's tiny anus. My mom was all over the moon albeit her not expressing it by sound but by her facial expression, it was evident that she was enjoying it.

Friends, by now, I adored seeing mom enjoying the inexplicable feeling Sir Suresh was giving her asshole. Earlier, I was angry at my mom but now, all of a sudden, things quickly changed and I was going berserk and loving the scene.

“I do appreciate you, my lovely Sunita” Sir Suresh whispered, his tone almost reverent. “Every part of you. Your breast, your thighs, your pussy, your rich back, and yes, even this little asshole. You’re more than just my colleague's wife. You’re a mystery, a treasure.”

My mom continued giving slow moans but distant, it seemed as if she didn't want Sir Suresh to hear her because she knew that Sir Suresh would know that she was enjoying it, 

Mom seemed to be getting in the mood to relax under Sir Suresh’s asshole licking pleasure. It felt, for the first time, truly seen. Sir Suresh continued his slow, deliberate exploration, his tongue growing deeper inside my mom's asshole with every moment. There was something magical about this, something that felt like it had been destined to happen.

“You know,” he said, tapping his fingers lightly on the bed, “I wonder what’s inside that secret little asshole of yours. Surely, there’s something even more fascinating waiting for me to find.”

My mom, silent for a moment, responded with a warm but wary tone. “Suresh, you’ve already seen more of it than anyone else ever has. Can’t we leave it at that?”

Suresh chuckled,  . “Oh, don’t be modest,” he said, his voice playful but determined. “I simply must know everything about you. Every inch, every hidden corner. Don’t you trust me?”

He started inserting his middle finger inside her asshole and this made my mom squirm even more. She was shocked that something tiny was entering her asshole. Mom reached over and tried to prevent Sir Suresh from doing so but before she could think of it, Sir Suresh's middle finger slightly entered her asshole, not much but just the tip.

"Aahh ooohh ssshh Suressh please oooohhh", my mom moaned as Sir Suresh fingered her tiny asshole. He continued spitting on her asshole.  “This is why I couldn’t resist. You hold secrets that deserve to be discovered, cherished.” Sir Suresh told her.


After fingering her asshole for 10 minutes, he removed his finger from her asshole and smelled it and later tasted it. "Oooh that smell and taste of your inside asshole is so refreshing" 

That statement made my mom disgusted. She couldn't imagine someone saying that after he tasted the insides of her beautiful asshole.


Sir Suresh turned my mom over again so that she was now lying on her back. My mom gave a look of disgust to Sir Suresh, but from her face, it seemed as if she was just pretending. I and Sir Suresh knew that she was enjoying it all the time.

My mom, now a companion of sorts, lay on missionary position, not knowing what to expect from Sir Suresh. It was a strange bond, one built on quiet moments and the joy of discovery. But Sir Suresh, ever the curious explorer, knew there was more to the night than what they had already shared.

“Sunita,” he said softly, his voice playful as he looked at my mom with passion. “Let’s see what more we can discover tonight.”

My mom, still warm from the earlier attention, lay motionless, almost as if in a deep, thoughtful silence. 

Sir Suresh was now lying on the bed, his dick was still inside his boxers. From the look at the shape his dick made on his grey boxers, I knew this man was hiding an astronomical length and gigantic dick inside that boxers, it was only mom to discover it.


As he lied on the bed, he pulled down his boxers. He didn't even remove his boxers all the way down when his massive dick, close to 11 inches, sprung out as if it was escaping his boxers. “I’ve had this for a while, but I think it’s time you tried it. A gift, just for you.” He said to my mom who was startled, astonished and astounded by what she just saw.


My mom knew what Suresh was asking, she understood what Sir Suresh was offering; a blowjob again. I knew mom gave him blowjob 5 times of which I didn't experience or seen her doing.

But tonight, I was about to see live of how my mom could cope with this massive dick inside her small mouth. I asked myself, "How did my mom manage to suck and fit all that dick meat inside her mouth previously when Sir Suresh made her suck his cock?"

"Why are you staring at it my love? Has something changed?", my mom continued to stare at his dick, possibly not believing something. Or did she realize that his dick got bigger than before or the last time she saw it?


“Go ahead,” he said, his voice soft and encouraging. “Try it. See how it feels.”

My mom, who now turned unholy and impossible to go back to her traditional self nor pious to my dad, unsure at first, gazed at the sweet treat in Sir Suresh’s hands. The bright glistening sweat the lollipop, or let's call it Sir Suresh's big cock, were striking against the dim room, and the scent of his dick filled the air. 

It was something new, something my mom was about to experience for the 6th time. My mom hesitated, "No Suresh please, I cannot do this enough, you already took my chastity away, don't take any more of it" Mom tried to get out of the bed but Sir Suresh swiftly caught her and brought her back to the bed.

"Your chastity long gone Sunita, you lost your chastity when I first made you touch my skin, remember?" Sir Suresh reminded her and that is when my mom just dropped her head down knowing that it was true that she lost her piousness long ago and she is no longer loyal to my dad nor a sacred woman.


The playful gleam in Sir Suresh’s eyes softened as he continued. “Let me show you. It’s a gift, after all. I know you are wondering how it will fit in your mouth but if it fitted the first time, then it can fit the 6th time”

With that, Sir Suresh gently held my the back of my mom's head, placed his massive dick on the entrance of my mom's mouth which was tiny. “Now,” he said, looking at my mom, “take your time. Take it slowly in your mouth, and you’ll see how sweet it really is. Don't pretend, I know you are a master at this”

My mom who knew that there was no going back after surrendering herself to Sir Suresh, still unsure, stretched forward and began opening her mouth. Sir Suresh watched the process with quiet patience. “That’s it,” he whispered. “You’re doing great.”

My mom, moved slowly toward the candy-like cock. “I... I don’t know Suresh,” she murmured, her voice soft. “It’s big. I don’t think I can lick it.”


My mom's  first lick was tentative, her mouth gliding over Sir Suresh's dick, testing its sweetness.

“There you go,” Sir Suresh said softly, his voice like a quiet melody. “You’re doing just fine. Now, take your time and enjoy it.”

My mom, who looked like a total slut, feeling more comfortable with each passing moment, began to lick the lollipop dick of Sir Suresh with more confidence. Her mouth moved in slow, deliberate strokes across the his cock. The sweet flavor was unlike anything it had ever known—a soft, sugar-filled rush that filled the air with a new kind of sweetness.




Sir Suresh watched my mom carefully, holding the back of her head, ensuring that she doesn't escape from sucking, his eyes sparkling with pride. “That’s the magic” he said. “You never know what you’re going to discover Sunita.” My mom, now fully immersed in the experience, began to suck his cock with greater enthusiasm, savoring the unique sweetness that only his dick could provide. 


The previous sucking scenes of my mom that I missed were now all enacted in 3D view in front of my eyes. But as she did, something unexpected happened. Sir Suresh's dick, large and bold, began to fill my mom's mouth more completely. With every suck, my mom could feel it pressing further into her voice box, filling it up with more and more sweetness.

Sir Suresh closed his eyes as he constantly and consistently encouraged my mom to suck his dick more and more by holding the back of her head.


But as mom continued, she suddenly stopped, her mouth trembling slightly. “It’s... too big,” my mom said with a strained voice. “It’s too much for me.” I could see her saliva drooling down from her mouth.

Sir Suresh tilted his head. “What do you mean?” he asked. “You’re doing great. Just take it slow. You don’t have to rush. You have been doing this for a longer time now”


And with a deep breath, mom continued sucking his dick which I could not believe it fitted her mouth, taking slower, more measured strokes. The sweetness became more intense as she moved, and mom could feel her mouth adjusting to the sensation and the size. It wasn’t as overwhelming now.

Sir Suresh, watching carefully, smiled. “You’re doing great. Keep going. Just enjoy the moment, aaahh Sunita yeess aooooh this feels soo hot”

And so the night continued, with Sir Suresh guiding my mom through. The two of them shared a noisy, peaceful moment, as Sir Suresh gentle guidance and my mom’s hesitant exploration came together in a harmony of sweetness and curiosity.


My mom, the traditional woman turned into another woman, continued sucking his dick, still a bit nervous from the earlier moments they shared. She had never experienced anything quite like this—never had she been treated with such curiosity not even by my dad, attention, and care. 

She wasn’t used to feeling so alive, so desired, in a way that went beyond simply being an object of interest. Quite clearly, Sir Suresh was taking the place of my dad.


Sir Suresh had shown my mom a new side of herself, one that she wasn’t sure she entirely understood.

Sir Suresh shifted a bit, his golden eyes gleaming with vigor and energy, he looked hungry. He made my mom stop sucking his dick after 20 minutes. He could sense my mom's uncertainty but also her silent hunger and eagerness, but there was no rush, no pressure. He was content to take things slow, to keep exploring at a pace that felt right for both of them.

“Sunita,” Sir Suresh said gently, his voice soft and inviting. “I’ve been thinking... there’s more to discover. But this time, I need you to trust me.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice cautious but curious wiping off the saliva from her mouth. "You will find it soon." He said. My mom's heart raced as she wondered what Sir Suresh had planned next. She couldn’t deny her curiosity, but she was nervous.

Friends, for my part, I was eager to see what was going to happen but I knew he was planning to fuck her pussy. Earlier I was telling myself all this was wrong but now, after the horny and naughty state of mind became the status quo, I was telling myself that all this was right, so right.

The thought of what might come next seemed a bit overwhelming, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for something new. Still, she trusted Sir Suresh. She could feel the warmth of his presence beside her, and somehow, that made her feel safe.

"I am going to fuck your pussy now baby", Sir Suresh told her. "No no please" mom denied. “I’ve been waiting for this opportunity,” Sir Suresh murmured, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and affection. “I’ve never been this close to you before. There’s so much more to you than meets the eye.”

My mom felt a little flutter at his words, the connection between them deepening. She had never been treated like this before—had never felt so understood, so cared for. 

Sir Suresh, now gently holding his dick with his hands, moved closer to my mom's pussy as she lied down, no resistance at all. Her resistance was now at 0%. He glanced at her once more, his eyes soft. “Are you ready?” He asked her as he rubbed his massive dick on the surface of her pussy lips.

My mom said slightly “I’m not ready, please Suresh it cannot fit” she said, her voice quieter now, but filled with silent curiosity. I knew she wanted it judging from how she was acting.

Sir Suresh didn't listen to her, carefully, he began to guide his dick inside my mom's holy pussy. His movements were slow and deliberate, ensuring that each step was comfortable for her. He didn’t rush; he wanted this moment to be something they both could cherish.

As his massive dick made contact with my mom's smooth pussy, a quiet gasp escaped her mouth. She had never felt anything like this before. It was strange, but at the same time, it felt... right although she didn't want to admit it for herself or to Sir Suresh. 

It was as though this was the next step in their journey together, the next chapter in their story of discovery and illicit secret affair. For Sir Suresh, this was a new experience as well. He had never imagined such an intimate connection with my mom, but as he gently guided his dick inside her wet pussy, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction and joy and also a faint resistance from my mom. 

He could feel my mom's hesitations, but he also felt her trust in him. This trust was something he didn’t take lightly. My mom felt his dick pressed gently against her fleshy pussy, and she trembled slightly. The size was a little overwhelming, and she wasn’t sure how she could handle it. “Aahhh stop stop aaahh Suresh aahh wait wait....I don’t know if I can do this,” she moaned.

Sir Suresh, sensing her discomfort, looked at her with warmth in his eyes. “It’s okay, my love, if it fitted inside your mouth, then it can definitely fit inside your good pussy” he reassured her. “Take your time. I’m right here with you.”

And so, with a quiet sigh, mom closed her eyes, Sir Suresh move forward, inching forward as mom continued lay down anticipating the imminent sweetness. Sir Suresh's dick slowly began to enter, and although there was some initial struggle, it felt like they were both learning together, discovering new limits and new possibilities.

Mom held Sir Suresh's chest, closing her eyes and about to feel something she never felt before.

As Sir Suresh continued to gently maneuver his dick inside her pussy, the bed beneath them seemed to shift slightly with the movement. It was a tender, quiet moment—one that was shared between the two of them as they explored this new experience together.

His dick entered halfway in and her pussy seemed to accommodate his massive dick so far and this made Sir Suresh smile at her.





Despite the occasional strain, both Sir Suresh and my mom felt a connection that grew stronger with each stroke that Sir Suresh was giving her. With each stroke, his dick made strides inside that holy pussy of my mom which was only fucked by my dad.

My dick was as hardest as ever, I was stroking hard as fast as I could, breathing rapidly. Inside my head, I silently thanked my friend Rahul for introducing me to this kind of unexplainable feeling of watching my mom being banged so hard by another man while my dad is busy in another country.

I also knew Rahul was watching his mom right now being fucked by his dad's boss. I in fact knew that as I am stroking my dick watching my mom and Sir Suresh fuck for the first time, I also knew Rahul is coincidentally watching his mom being used by his dad's boss.


There was no rush, no pressure—just a shared sense of discovery and understanding between mom and Sir Suresh but I could sense that Sir Suresh was increasing the pace. "Aahh aahh aah ah aah ahh oohh sshh aahhh please aaah Suresssh aahh", my mom moaned and I could never have imagined my mom would moan so loud like this for another man.

Sir Suresh just watched her moan and he smiled as he continued pumping even more inside her pussy.

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Sir Suresh's dick, now fully inside my mom's pussy, felt like a symbol of their journey. It wasn’t about speed or perfection; it was about the process of exploration and the joy of learning together. My mom who seemed to be against this hot feeling was now moaning, she exposed her inner self, her womanhood and her sexual wildness fully to Sir Suresh who embraced it with an evil grin.

All this time, Sir Suresh wanted to fuck my mom. He was jealous of my dad because of my mom. But today, Sir Suresh got the gift he ever wanted and that gift was not only my mom, but also her pussy.


My mom, feeling more at ease now, allowed herself to truly experience this forbidden sensation. She had never felt so cared for, so taboo-ish, so cherished, and it was this care that made the experience all the more meaningful and lively.

I never seen my mom like this, she felt entranced, enchanted by the huge dick inside her. This dick of Sir Suresh was making my mom feel as if she was in another world of utopia. Moreover, the size of Sir Suresh's dick could not even be compared or juxtaposed with that of my dad.





Sir Suresh's dick was much bigger, much sweeter, according to my mom's reaction, more than my dad's. The only sounds that could be heard were the rough rustling of the sheets and the screams and moans of my mom that came as music to Sir Suresh's ears. 

He couldn’t help but keep pounding my mom's pussy who kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to open her eyes because she felt ashamed that she would be seeing a man who is not her husband fucking her. "Sunita my love," he said as he fucked her, his voice mixed with sounds of groans. "why don't you open your eyes and look at me as I fuck you?"

My mom didn't even mention a word, she kept moaning and moaning, while closing her eyes, "aahh aahh oooohhh sshh aaahhh suresh stop aaahhh" The meat of Sir Suresh's thighs and mom's thighs collided with a sound of "tap tappa tap tappa tap tappa" those sounds were really erotic.

In fact, they sounded so erotic because my mom's chubby body made the sound so lively.


My mom's smooth pussy was now on fire, its unusual texture catching the light just right. Something about it intrigued him and something about Sir Suresh's dick intrigued my mom, and he had a strong feeling that there was more to this pussy of my mom than met the eye. As the quiet night settled around him, Sir Suresh felt that it was the perfect time to further explore.

He removed his dick from my mom after 30 minutes of fucking her pussy. "Turn around my lovely Sunita, I want to fuck your pussy from back" My mom, now resting on the bed, lay there still and gasping and breathing rapidly due to the intense fucking. 


The moonlight seemed to glow even more brightly, casting long shadows across the room and adding to the magical and erotic atmosphere of the evening. Sir Suresh felt an adventurous spark within him—this was the night he would truly discover what my mom's tight pussy was all about.

With a gentle hold of my mom's waists, he carefully turned my mom over, inspecting her from all angles. Her  smooth big ass felt cool to the touch, and the stretch markings along the edge seemed to tell a story of my mom's fat ass. Sir Suresh, ever the curious alpha male, admired how different it was from anything he had ever encountered.

When my mom was fully on doggy style, he saw both my mom's asshole and her tight pussy gazing at him. “I’ve never seen anything quite like you, this pussy is so much fun” Sir Suresh said softly, his voice almost a whisper in the stillness of the night. “You have so many mysteries to uncover with this pussy Sunita.”

He paused for a moment, taking in the quiet of the room. The night felt alive with potential, and the bond he was beginning to form with my mom felt special. There was a sense of excitement building within him, and it seemed like the perfect time to explore further.


“This will be fun,” Sir Suresh said, as he guided his dick back into my mom's  pussy. A long "aaahhhhhhhhaaaaahhh" escaped my mom's sexy lips as she closed her eyes. As usual Sir Suresh was back to his usual back and forth strokes. This time he didn't went slow, he went as fast as he could.


He knew that mom's pussy was singing the name of his massive dick during this sexual choir and orchestra he was sharing with my mom. He kept fucking my mom, her big ass bouncing and dancing to the choir and orchestra, not missing a single beat.

There he went, on and on fucking my mom's pussy while she posed in doggystyle. Friends, when my mom posed it doggystyle it was one in a million scene. Her back, arched like those curves of a circles you see in mathematics classes.

I never knew she could bend like this to the extent that both her asshole and pussy were open for Sir Suresh.





My mom, in this new position, seemed even more fascinating, and Sir Suresh’s adventurous spirit surged within him.

As he held my mom's back and admired the her fat ass, he couldn’t help but smile as he kept fucking her pussy with might. “You’ve got quite the mystery to you,” he said. “And I think I’m just the man to figure it out. The man to relieve your sexual frustrations, aaahh yess push your ass big as I fuck your tight pussy baby”


Mom moaned and screamed, "aahhh oohhh Suresh aahhh ah ah ah ah sshh oooohhhh sureeeessshhhhh!!!" My mom who was traditional with values was now screaming at the impact of another man's cock digging deep the insides of her sweet pussy.

Friends, let me tell you, I have never seen such erotic scene, that too live in front of my naked eyes. I was rubbing my dick watching my mom being turned to unholy by another man. I knew I should neither watch nor celebrate this because it was an abomination.

But in the eyes of the chemistry between my mom and Sir Suresh, this was something far from abomination, it was pleasing to see. The pussy flesh, tender and inviting, appeared as though it had once belonged to my dad, something with warmth, perhaps even spirit. But now, under Sir Suresh insistent dick, it was simply an object—a thing to be fucked with. It was owned by Sir Suresh.


"Please, Suresh, not again," my mom whimpered, her voice soft and full of dismay. "I beg of you, stop!"

Sir Suresh wasn’t one to stop when he had something in her mind and something to enjoy “Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Suresh said, continuing to fuck her pussy with vigor. "Your pussy is so soft and tight, it has not been fucked for so long. I can’t help myself. The meat, the flesh… it’s all so… tantalizingly sweet."

My mom shuddered again, though she did not beg in the same way as before. She had long learned that pleading only seemed to amuse Sir Suresh. Instead, she tried to reason, to appeal.

"Suresh, please," mom pleaded with more sincerity. "What do you gain from this? aaahhhh ooohh uuuuuhhhhhhh I have nothing left to offer. My usefulness is gone. You only take from me. aahhh ooohhhhh oooohhh aaaaaahhhhhh"

"You have so much to offer," Sir Suresh teased. "Your softness, your vulnerability—it’s delightful. You may be my colleague's wife, but now, you are mine. Move your ass, take my dick inside your pussy deeper"


Then as he ordered her to do so, one of the most erotic thing happened. My mom obeyed, him. She started swinging her hips back and fourth. Sir Suresh wasn't even holding her big ass. My mom was moving on her own.


This act confirmed to me that, my shy mom is finally the item of Sir Suresh. My mom took repetitive but slow, deliberate swings with her big ass, pushing the his dick deeper, deeper into the soft, pliable flesh of her pussy. She was relentless, savoring each moment as the pussy gave in to her.



She was now fucking herself using Sir Suresh's dick. "Ooh woow, look at you swinging your hips back and fourth by your own.", Sir Suresh said. My mom continued to moan, "aahh oohhhh yesss aahhhhh Suressssshh oohhh"


And with a quick change of position, Sir Suresh laid down and made my mom come on top of him. Now another thing which surprised me was as soon as mom came on top of him, without waiting for Sir Suresh to tell her to what to do, she got up, held his dick which was glistening with her pussy juices and quickly guided inside her pussy.


This shocked me again, I thought I was dreaming for the second time but to my realization, it was not a dream. My mom, willingly decided to insert his dick in her tight pussy all on her own and started riding it like a good girl.


Even Sir Suresh was amazed by what was unfolding. "Ooh you are loving it huh? you are riding it by your own Sunita" Then my mom for the first time responded, "aaahhh shut up Suresh, just shut up aahhh ooohhh ssshh oohhhh" 


My mom completely changed, I never imagined she would change by this kind of fuck she was being given. But what kind of woman would not change for this fuck? Every woman will change even if they are married just by tasting Sir Suresh's dick.

"You’re so sweet," he said, his voice tinged with a playful mockery. "It’s almost like I’m eating your pussy with all my strength, only… a much more delicate treat."

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"Do you enjoy it, Sunita?" Sir Suresh asked my mom. "Aaahhh yessss ooohhh yess yess shut up Suresh aahhh shut upp aaahhh Break me down, piece by piece aahhhhhh I am all yours" my mom answered as she kept moaning.


I could not believe what I was hearing, I almost cummed as soon as I listened to those words escaping my mom's mouth. How could such a virtuous mom like my mom utter those word to a complete stranger who is not even her husband. Friends, I tell you for sure, I almost cummed just by hearing that.


It was now an hour and 15 minutes of Sir Suresh fucking her pussy and i know realized that he was moving fast and fast. There was a certain freedom in my mom's surrender, in being no longer a thing to be used, but just a plaything, a momentary joy.

“I have no choice,” my mom moaned, almost to herself. “I cannot stop you Suresh. I was never meant to be stopped aahhhh"

"You are right my love, now I am going to cum, hold me tight", Sir Suresh told my mom. "Noo aahh noo Suresh please don't release inside me nooo release outside" my mom pleaded.


"Are you sure?", Sir Suresh asked my mom. "Yessssss don't aaahhhhhh" But without any warning Sir Suresh increased his pace and I was sure he was going to cum inside my mom. He grabbed her big ass and mom continued going up and down.



 "Aaahhhhhh I am cummmmiinnnngggggg Suniiiitaaaaaaa aaarrrgghhhh oooohhhhhhh"


"Sureessshhh noooo aahhhhhh noooo suressssshhhh aaaaaaaaaahhhh" my mom moaned in tune with Sir Suresh's groan and both of them cummed together with Sir Suresh cumming inside her.


I could not believe another man has just cummed inside my mom's pussy. This kind of erotic scene was just crossing each and every boundary. Friends, I was even not left behind, I cummed and my sperms dirtified the door. I released a sound of "aahhhh"


Then my mom as she was still on top of Sir Suresh, she held his face and kissed him for like 5 minutes. Sir Suresh also responded by grabbing her big ass as he the two kissed each other passionately.

Mom slept near Sir Suresh, both of them dripping with sweat. For what felt like minutes, neither spoke. The quiet was broken only by their labored breathing, their shared exhaustion hanging heavy in the cool night air. Sir Suresh's dick which was glistening with cum was now deflated.

Mom laid on the bed on her stomach, her big ass was covered with sweat and I could see huge load of white thick cum, like the one I saw on my mom's face that day when I came back from my friend Rahul's house, flowing from her pussy.

"That was…" Sir Suresh began, his voice low and breathy, “… intense.” He stretched lazily, his hands extending for a moment before landing on her fat ass. He turned his head to my mom, his sharp grin softened by the glow of the moonlight. "Did you enjoy it Sunita?"

My mom with a cute smile answered, "I suppose I did." A slow smile spread across Sir Suresh's face, the kind of smile that spoke of satisfaction, mischief, and something unspoken. He let out another rough groan and slapped my mom's big ass which caused it to shake.

"Well, you held up better than I expected," Sir Suresh said, his tone teasing. "You’ve got more in you than I gave you credit for."


For a while, they lay there in silence again, the sounds of the night surrounding them. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked, and the faint rustle of leaves whispered through the alley. Finally, my mom broke the silence.

"Suresh," she said, her voice low but firm. "No one can know about this. Please, not even my husband or Rajeev, I will be in deep trouble"

Sir Suresh held my mom with both of his hands, "Oh, don’t worry, my Sunita," he said, leaning closer. "Your secret’s safe with me."


NEXT PART COMING, SOON, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS TRUE STORY GUYS.... LET ME KNOW

[nadia]

One of the best story brother.. a complete erotica.

Thank you friend, stay tuned for more erotic scenes.

[nadia]

Waiting..?if possible try to add those things that i have said in inbox

yes definitely

[nadia]

Loved the update.. But still, something feels off to me.. Maybe I still wanted more 'behind the door' scenerios, bro. But its your choice, and as you said, what actually happened. So no problem.. Waiting for the next update.. Love

Unfortunately, if I add more "behind the scenes" episodes, I will be lying and interpolating non-real scenes. I am writing from what I saw genuinely.

[nadia]

CONTINUATION........




After I watched that hot session, I went back to sleep, my dick was deflated after cumming so much. I don't remember the last time I cummed so much. I lay my head on the bed just remembering what I just saw and just like that I drifted off to a peaceful sleep.


The clock struck midnight, and I woke again to the faint hum of voices emanating from my mom’s bedroom. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. I thought, "It can't be, Sir Suresh is on for the second round with mom again? How is this man able to maintain all this energy from?" 

The humming metamorphosed to pleasurable moans and I knew that my mom is moaning because Sir Suresh is doing something to her. Again, out of nowhere, my dick just became heard by imagining what they might be doing at this time of the night. At first, I dismissed it as the house creaking in the night, but this time the voices were unmistakable.

 I couldn't make out the words, but something about the tone made me want to know more. Finally, unable to resist the pull, I slid out from under my blanket and tiptoed toward my mom's room. From a far, I could see her bedroom's door was glowing at the edges signifying that lights in her bedroom were on.

I remember they turned off the light when they slept after fucking. I peered through the gap, my heartbeat quickening as I took in the scene.

There was my mom, Sunita, on doggystyle position near the bed, looking slightly fearful. Sir Suresh, was behind  her. Sir Suresh had his focus on my mom’s elegant asshole, a sacred hole she cherished and protected.

“Sunita,” Sir Suresh said, his voice smooth yet insistent, “you’ve kept this asshole of yours unused for far too long. Let me put my dick inside, just once.”

At first, I thought this is impossible, his dick cannot fit inside my mom's asshole. Friends, one thing you should now is that my mom has never had anal sex before. My dad always and only fucked her pussy but her tighter asshole was never used or penetrated.

Secondly, I knew that Sir Suresh's dick cannot even dare to enter my mom's asshole because of two things; first, her ass was big and it would be problematic for him to find her asshole and secondly, her asshole is so tight that not even a gush of air can pass in it.

Mom looked back at Sir Suresh, her expression afraid but tinged with unease. “Suresh, I’ve told you before—I  have never done this before please, don't do this. I’ve never allowed anyone to put in it, and I don’t intend to start now.”

“But why not?” Suresh countered, his tone playful yet earnest. “It’s such a waste to keep it sitting idle. Think of the possibilities, Sunita! Your asshole deserves to be used. A woman with such a big ass must be fucked in the backhole, don't let it unused.”

My mom’s cheeks flushed slightly as she shook her head. “I'm not ready Suresh" 
I watched in silence, my heart pounding in my chest. I remember how Sir Suresh used to gaze at my mom's big ass over the saree as she walked.  What was so important about my mom's asshole? And why was Sir Suresh so intent on fucking her asshole?

Suresh sighed, stepping back slightly, though the determination in his eyes didn’t waver. “Fine,” he said after a moment, “if you insist on keeping the asshole of yours off-limits, ok I hear wishes. But I must insist that I will fuck your asshole on your marital bed next time”

He then gestured toward my mom's pussy. “This, then. If not the asshole, let me use your pussy for the second round instead.”

Mom hesitated. “My pussy again?, but I want to sleep. It's midnight already”

"Cmon Sunita, I know but just for another 45 minutes, I want to fuck your pussy. I have never had such a satisfying and sweet pussy like yours before, Just another round baby.

After a long pause, my mom gave a reluctant nod. “Alright, Suresh. But do it slowly”

With great care, Sir Suresh rubbed my mom's pussy with his dick as she arched her back so that Sir Suresh can get a good view of her pussy. Then, he placed his dick inside, and since my mom's pussy was already open from the first round she just had, Sir's dick entered in her pussy with ease.

What happened next took me completely by surprise. My mom began moving back and fourth again all by her own. Inasmuch as she was resisting the second round, she was just getting in the mood once again. 

It seems that Sir Suresh's dick and my mom's pussy are just meant for each other. As Suresh started fucking my mom's pussy, a smile spread across my mom’s face—a smile unlike any I had ever seen before. How could she smile? It was radiant, almost childlike in its happiness. Her cheeks glowed, and her eyes sparkled as she was getting fucked with a huge dick.

“Suresh…” she said softly, almost in awe. “aaahh slowly ooohh sshhh aaahhhhh uuuuuuhhhhhh”

He smiled, glancing up at her. “When I fuck this pussy of yours, I treat it with the reverence it deserves, it reveals its true beauty and sweetness.”

I stood frozen at the door peeping in, utterly fascinated. My dick was hard once more and I started gradually stroking my dick back and forth as I watched what was happening.


I’d never seen my mom like this—so full of joy, so completely at ease taking Sir Suresh's dick inside her holy pussy, sorry I meant her "unholy" pussy. It struck me then that my dad, who had always been kind but distant in his own way, had never shown this kind of attention to my mom’s pussy or her body. 


Dad’s practicality often left little room for sentiment, and he probably thought of my mom's pussy as something not to be cherished enough.

But Suresh was different. He treated it—and my mom—with a kind of reverence that seemed to unlock a part of her I hadn’t known existed. For this second round, the fucking was much intense. Friends, my dad never fucked my mom for a second round.

My dad used to only fuck her once in one round and when he cummed over her tummy, he drifted off to sleep. But this night, Sir Suresh is revitalized, he is fucking my mom for the second round and with much vigor and anticipation I have never seen.


“Suresh,” Mom said after a moment, her voice tinged with load of moans, “you’re making me sweat! aahhhhhhh!”

But her moans betrayed her words, and she made no move to stop him. Instead, she simply moans, her happiness filling the room like sunlight breaking through clouds.

After 30 minutes of fucking her pussy in doggystyle, I saw him closing his eyes and groaning as if he was about to cum. Mom screamed, "aahhh please don't cum inside me again aaaaahh". Then he removed his dick from her pussy and cummed on her big ass.


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My mom's face was one that was filled with elation and joy. I could see a woman who was utterly satisfied and she felt like a woman. Then Sir Suresh dropped on the bed with mom and they both felt asleep cuddling together on the bed. I went back to my bedroom and masturbated and cummed for the second time then fell asleep holding my dick.

When I finally woke up in the morning, sunlight poured into our resort room. The previous night’s events still weighed heavily on my mind. I sat on the edge of my bed, piecing together my thoughts as the sounds of clinking cups and faint conversation reached me.

I was still in my boxers and vest. Inside my boxers, I knew I had cummed twice inside them and the dried cum was sticking on my dick.

Padding softly to the living area, I spotted Sir Suresh seated comfortably on the sofa. He had a newspaper spread across his lap, a steaming cup of coffee on the table next to him. His face was serene, as though nothing unusual had happened the night before.

Across the room, Mom stood near the kitchen  door, ordering breakfast through her phone. Her voice was light, almost melodic, and there was a distinct brightness in her demeanor that caught my attention. She was wearing one of her finest blue dress—a soft, peach-colored one with a delicate silver border.


The same light blue dress, of another color and shade that Sir Suresh bought her. It flowed effortlessly around her, accentuating her natural elegance specifically her big ass. She was in the kitchen cleaning the fridge and her back was visible. 




Damn! Her fat ass was shaking as she wiped the fridge and I thought his ass of her's was really a property of Sir Suresh and he is lucky to have my mom's big ass. "Hello, Rajeev, how are you doing?" Sir Suresh greeted me. 
"I'm fine Sir"

"You slept well?", he asked. "yes". Then mom hearing my voice, came to me and gave me a hug. It was unusual for my mom to give me a hug especially during morning time. Maybe she was elated by something and throughout the morning, she was happy and I didn't' understand why. "I ordered one of your favorite foods Rajeev, you will enjoy it", mom told me.

"What is it mom?", I asked. "It's a surprise" She answered. "Go have a sit."

Her hair was tied loosely, a few strands falling against her cheek as she moved. She adjusted her dress absentmindedly, the fabric slipping slightly to reveal her slender arms. I couldn’t help but notice how Sir Suresh’s eyes followed her movements, her bubbly breasts and ass, his gaze lingering on her with a mix of admiration and something I couldn’t quite name.

Mom caught his eye for a moment, and to my surprise, she smiled—not the polite, reserved smile she usually gave my dad, but something warmer. They exchanged a look that seemed to speak a language only they understood. But for me, I know what secret they are hiding but they don't know if I know.

This wasn’t the Mom I knew. She had always been formal with everyone except Dad, maintaining a sense of distance. But now, she seemed comfortable, even close, with Sir Suresh. Moreover, it seems that Sir Suresh's mission to make my mom his has already been mission possible.

I stood quietly in the doorway, watching this scene unfold. My feelings were a jumble of confusion and unease. What would Dad think if he saw this? Did he even know what was happening? And yet, a small part of me wondered if this was just how adults behaved—complex, layered, and sometimes inexplicable.

But friends, for me, I was no longer angry with my mom and Sir Suresh, I was in fact, the opposite fully joyful after what I saw the previous night. After breakfast, we packed our bags and prepared to leave the resort back to home in Pune. Mom was unusually cheerful, humming softly to herself as she folded her saree neatly over her shoulder.

“You seem happy, Mom,” I said casually, trying to gauge her reaction.

She glanced at me with a smile. “It’s been a good trip, hasn’t it? It’s nice to take a break sometimes.”

Her response didn’t satisfy my curiosity, but I let it slide.

When we finally checked out, Sir Suresh took the driver’s seat in his car, insisting on driving us back to Pune. Mom sat in the passenger seat, and I settled into the back.

The car ride started uneventfully. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the scenery outside lulled me into a quiet daze. But soon, I began to notice their interactions.

“Suresh, you drive like you own the road,” Mom teased lightly, her tone far more playful than I was used to hearing. 

He grinned, glancing sideways at her. “Only because I have such a beautiful passenger. Who wouldn’t want to impress? I own the road just like I own you and I will drive you hard at your home in the next coming days”

Mom rolled her eyes, she was perhaps weary of my presence but her smile towards Sir Suresh filled the car. Perhaps also, Sir Suresh thought that I didn't understand what he meant. It was light and genuine, and it made me feel both horny and fascinated at the same time.

When Sir Suresh told my mom that "he was going to drive her for the next coming days" I bet I understood what he meant that he was going to fuck my mom on her marital bed. As I envisaged this, my dick almost became hard inside the car.

I just imagined Sir Suresh fucking my mom inside our own house and inside the marital bed of my mom and dad. This was so hot. Friends, inside my mom's bed, there are quite a few photos of my mom and dad framed on desks. So I just imagined my mom being fucked by Sir Suresh as she watches her photos of with my dad.

As we drove, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They joked, shared anecdotes, touched cautiously and occasionally fell into comfortable silences. It was clear they enjoyed each other’s company, and the tension I had seen in their earlier interactions was gone.

I found myself wondering again what Dad would think if he saw this. Would he be upset? Or would he just brush it off as harmless fun? But I didn't care, I just wanted to see more scenes of fucking between my mom and Sir Suresh.

I was becoming addicted to watch this scenes after watching one. When we finally reached home, the sun was beginning to set. Mom and I stepped out of the car while Suresh helped with our bags.

“Well,” he said with a theatrical bow holding my mom's hands, “it’s been a pleasure, as always.”

“Don't you want me to spend the night?” Sir Suresh asked mom in a whispering voice, . Friends, it was again unusual for my Sir Suresh to ask my mom to "stay for dinner". "No, not tonight Suresh please" she then gestured to me and Sir Suresh understood. "But he wouldn't know what is happening" he said. "Yes but....not tonight" mom replied in a faint tone so that I don't hear them.

He shook his head with a small smile. “Ok Sunita, but next time I will use what I told you". My mom didn't answer him.

There was a flicker of something in Mom’s expression—disappointment, perhaps? But she masked it quickly with a polite nod.

“Take care,” she said as he climbed back into his car. Before that, Sir Suresh gave my mom a hug and I saw him squeezing her big ass. He just loves the feel of my mom's fat soft ass.

As he drove away, I noticed Mom lingering by the gate, her eyes following the car until it disappeared down the street.


That night, Mom seemed unusually cheerful. She hummed to herself as she cooked dinner, her movements light and almost… carefree. It was as though she were carrying a secret happiness that she didn’t want to share.

After dinner, she retreated to her room earlier than usual. Curious, I decided to follow her. Peeking in through the slightly open door, I saw her sitting on the bed with her phone in hand, a smile playing on her lips.

“Mom?” I called softly, stepping into the room. She looked up quickly, her smile fading slightly. “Yes, beta?”

“You seem really happy tonight. What’s going on?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

She hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just thinking about the nice time we had at the resort.”

Her answer felt rehearsed, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t telling me the whole truth. At the back of my mind I said to myself, "she misses Sir Suresh's big dick inside her pussy"

“Are you texting Dad?” I asked, trying a different angle.

Mom’s smile faltered for a split second before she recovered. “No, not right now. He’s probably busy with work.”

I glanced at her phone screen and caught a glimpse of a chat window—she wasn’t texting Dad. She was talking to someone else. And I knew she was being texted by non-other than Sir Suresh himself. I was eager to know what they were talking about.

“Okay,” I said, backing out of the room. But as I left, I couldn’t help but feel a growing unease. Mom’s laughter, her sudden cheerfulness, her comfort with Sir Suresh—it all pointed to something I didn’t fully understand.

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about her glowing face, how Sir Suresh fucked her at the resort, the way she had looked at her phone, and the fact that Dad seemed completely absent from her thoughts. Something was changing, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.


I needed someone to talk to, someone who might understand, so I reached for my phone and texted my friend Rahul. He had always been someone I could turn to, someone who didn’t judge and who had an uncanny ability to give straightforward advice.


Me: "Hey, Rahul. How are you doing, I saw witnessed a whole bunch of things. Something I’m not sure I understand. Can I tell you about it?"

I hit send and waited, feeling a mix of anticipation and hesitation. Rahul had always been a good listener, and I trusted him to understand the confusion I was feeling. Moments later, my phone buzzed with his reply.

Rahul: "Of course, tell me what happened. Did you see everything?"

His response made my heart race a little. I wasn’t sure how to even begin explaining what I had witnessed. It was something so personal, so complicated, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to share all of it. But thinking about it made my dick hard.

Me: "I don’t really know how to explain it... but Mom and Sir Suresh were doing it and I have to say that I saw it live with my own eyes. I don’t know if I’m just imagining things or if it’s real, but it feels strange."

I put my phone down for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts, unsure of how much to share. When the message came back, it was clear that Rahul was interested, though I was unsure if he’d understand what I was trying to explain.

Rahul: "You see? I told you that Sir Suresh and your mom had a close connection. It’s more than just professional, isn’t it? But how do you feel about it?"

His response surprised me. I had never really considered what Rahul might think about their relationship. I know that his mom is also being fucked by his dad's boss. I didn’t have the words to describe how I felt—everything seemed so mixed up, so unclear.

Me: "I guess... I feel okay with it. It’s just weird to see them so comfortable together and also feels weird that my mom doesn't even chat to my dad nowadays. I never saw my mom like that before."

I paused after typing that. Was I truly okay with it? Or was I just trying to convince myself that it was normal? I had grown up with a certain image of my mother, and now it felt like I was watching that image shift before my eyes.

Rahul: "It’s natural for people to evolve. But you’re probably wondering what your dad will think, right? Do you think he knows? Do you think he is suspecting that Sir Suresh is banging your mom?"

I stared at the message for a while, my mind racing. Would my dad know? What would he think of the changes I had witnessed? What if this was something my dad would never understand?

Me: "I don’t think Dad knows. He is still working and far away from home. What if he does? What if it’s something he should know about?"


Rahul: "Don’t worry. It’s not something he’ll find out about. Not unless someone tells him, and I don’t think anyone will. It’s just a natural shift, nothing more. And you know, Sir Suresh is a clever man more than your dad, you see how his mission of fucking your mom came to pass"

Rahul’s words were meant to reassure me, but they left me with more questions. The feeling of uncertainty grew, and I found myself wondering about the nature of the bond between my mom and Sir Suresh. Was it truly just a shift, or was there something more? Something that I didn’t fully understand yet or something between their sexual encounter that is more exciting?


Rahul: Hey tell me what happened? What did you see? He fucked her pussy?

Me: Well yess, and to be honest, I think I enjoyed seeing it

Rahul: I told you that you would. Any one will be delighted to see their mom being fucked by a stranger. Tell me did he fuck her mouth? Did she suck Sir Suresh's dick and did he fuck her pussy?


Me: Yeah, they did both and she seemed as if she really enjoyed all of that. She was screaming like those women in porn

Rahul: Yes, I am sure her screams turned Sir Suresh on. Did Sir Suresh try to do anything more? Like... fuck your mom’s asshole or something?"

I was stunned when I read this. I hadn’t expected Rahul to ask such a direct question about my mom's asshole being fucked. It made me uncomfortable to even think about, but I felt compelled to answer. Friends, for me, I only knew that pussy is only the place that a woman should be fucked but I was curious to know why Rahul was talking about ass fucking.


Me: "No, he didn’t. He wanted to, but Mom refused. She said it wasn’t the right time."

I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to explain that part to Rahul, but I did. It seemed important somehow. My mom had always been someone who set boundaries—clear, strong ones she was never fucked in the ass like I said before. But now, with Sir Suresh, it felt like those boundaries were being tested. And in a way, that made me question everything.

Rahul: "Well, that’s interesting. But you know, Sir Suresh is probably going to get his chance eventually. He’s not the type to back off. He’ll find a way to fuck your mom's asshole for sure and I am very certain that he would"

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Rahul seemed so sure of himself, as if he had seen something in Sir Suresh that I hadn’t. I wasn’t sure whether I agreed with him. I didn’t want to believe it was inevitable. But the more I thought about it, the more uncertain I became.

Me: "I don’t know. It just feels like it’s all happening so fast. I don’t think I want to see it happen, though. Assfucking is disgusting really when I think of it, I feel like vomiting.  But shouldn't women only be fucked in their pussy?"




Rahul’s response came quickly.

Rahul: No, all three holes of a woman MUST BE USED. You’ll get used to it, eventually. Women are not only fucked in their pussy, they are also fucked in their ass. These things happen when people grow closer. It’s natural."


He now called me instead of texting.

"You won’t believe it," he said, breathless with excitement. "Sir Suresh's dick will fit perfectly inside your mom's asshole and it will go deeper."

I paused, a sinking feeling in my stomach. My mind raced, trying to decipher what exactly Rahul meant by that. "Wait, what?" I said, confused and frankly a bit grossed out and almost vomiting. "That’s disgusting! There’s no way his dick will fit. His cock is so big and is way too huge!"

Rahul laughed, the sound rich with amusement. "No, seriously! It’ll fit. Your mom's asshole is flexible. It’s elastic, you know?"

I could hear the certainty in his voice, but my mind couldn't wrap around the idea of my mom's asshole being fucked. I imagined her asshole and Sir Suresh's big dick in question, and it made no sense. I mean, come on! My mom's asshole was... well, just a tight asshole. And Sir Suresh's dick? It was big. Way too big. I felt a little disturbed just thinking about it.

"Rahul," I said, trying to control the disbelief in my voice. "My mom's asshole isn’t made to accommodate Sir Suresh's dick. It’s not normal, and it’s definitely not conventional. It’s not meant to work like that! That hole is disgusting"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. I could picture Rahul rubbing his hair, the way he always did when he was trying to explain something to me that seemed beyond my understanding. Then, with a patience that was borderline comical, he spoke again.

"No, no, listen," he said, his tone softening, as if he were speaking to a child who just didn’t get it yet. "This is normal. You just don’t understand it because you’ve never seen it happen. But I’ve seen it with my own eyes."

Now, my curiosity was piqued, but I wasn’t convinced. "What are you talking about? You've seen something like this before?"

Rahul’s voice brightened with excitement as he launched into his explanation. "Yes, I’ve seen it happen. It was at our house, a few weeks ago. It was between my mom and dad's boss. My mom's asshole, at first, seemed too small for my dad's boss dick."

"It was tight, and it didn’t look like it would fit at all. But after a little while, after my dad's boss pushed his dick further into her asshole using oil, my mom's asshole started to stretch. It became elastic, and my dad's boss dick slid in perfectly. It was smooth. It was like her asshole was made for the his dick."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "Wait a minute," I interrupted, trying to digest what he said. "You’re telling me that your mom's asshole stretched? You’re saying her anus expanded and somehow made room for your dad's boss dick?"


"Exactly," Rahul replied with a tone of absolute certainty. "It was tight at first, but then it became elastic. It adapted. Her asshole changed shape, you know women's asshole are so soft and I guess also your mom's asshole is soft. And soon enough, my dad's boss dick fit inside without any issues. But my mom screamed so hard. You just have to believe that it’s possible."

I shook my head, still unable to comprehend the situation. "But... but that’s not normal. Assholes don’t stretch like that and they are not meant to be fucked. They don’t become elastic! I don’t care how much you try to explain it. It sounds ridiculous."

Rahul sighed, the sound echoing on the other end of the line. "I know it sounds impossible, but sometimes things work in ways you can’t imagine. You’re thinking too rigidly. You’re looking at it like it’s a simple asshole but your mom's asshole is just cute and it will get stretched. But it’s more than that. It’s about flexibility, about elasticity, about things adapting to each other."


I was silent for a moment, taking in his words. Part of me still couldn’t fathom the concept of my mom's asshole stretching to accommodate Sir Suresh's huge dick. It just didn’t sit right with me. How could a tight hole like my mom's asshole somehow expand and shift to fit something else? Was Rahul just pulling my leg, or was there some truth to what he was saying?

"Okay, so you’re telling me this happened in your house when your mom got her asshole fucked by your dad's boss," I said slowly, still unconvinced. "But you can’t expect me to just believe that it will work the same way with my mom. It’s too different. Her ass is big which means her asshole is way smaller."


Rahul’s voice softened, almost as if he were speaking to me like I was a skeptic in a lecture hall. "Look, I know this sounds outlandish. I get it. It’s hard to picture. But think of it this way: things aren’t always as tight as they seem. There’s a lot of flexibility in life, in how things work. I’ve seen it myself—my mom's asshole was tight, but it adapted. It stretched. And eventually, my dad's boss dick fit. And it wasn’t just some fluke. It was natural."

Rahul let out a little chuckle. "You’re too focused on what’s 'normal' and 'conventional.' Sometimes the unexpected is exactly what happens. Your mom's asshole is meant for fucking. Your dad didn't do a good thing to let your mom's asshole free. And you know what? I think your mom's asshole will surprise Sir Suresh just by how elastic it will be for him. I believe it’ll stretch. It’ll fit Sir Suresh's dick, just like my mom's asshole  did for my dad's dick."


I was at a loss for words. Part of me wanted to argue, to stand firm in my belief that this was just impossible. But Rahul’s unwavering confidence made me second-guess myself. Could he really be right? Could something like this actually happen?


"You know," I said slowly, the pieces starting to fall into place, "I’ve never seen anything like this before. I always thought that women are only fucked inside their pussy. That’s just how life works. But maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m not seeing the bigger picture. Maybe women are also fucked inside their assholes"

Rahul’s voice brightened, and I could practically hear him smiling through the phone. "Exactly! It’s all about thinking outside the box."

"You know," Rahul continued, his tone playful, "Sir Suresh will also smell your mom's asshole before he fucks it."

I paused, the words lingering in the air. My mind froze for a moment. "What? Smell my mom's asshole? Rahul, that’s... that’s disgusting! Why would he smell her asshole?"

Rahul silenced softly, as if he had expected this reaction. "I know it sounds odd, but it’s actually quite naughty. Women love when their assholes are licked."

"Naughty?" I repeated incredulously. "But how will he smell my mom's asshole? And, let’s be real, don't you think it will smell kinky? You can't seriously be telling me this!"

I was genuinely grossed out now. The thought of anyone smelling asshole that smelled like kink was revolting. I imagined it now—my mom's asshole, with its stale, pungent odor. I couldn’t even wrap my head around how that could be something anyone would want to smell, let alone Sir Suresh.

Rahul’s voice was calm, almost too calm, as if he was explaining something that made perfect sense. "Look, I get it. You're not used to this, but it’s normal. Even my dad's boss smells my mom's asshole every time even when it is sweaty, he smell it for different reasons. In this case, Sir Suresh's going to smell your mom's asshole because it’s part of the process. It’s all about connecting with her asshole and preparation."

I scrunched my face in disbelief. "Connecting with her asshole? Rahul, asshole smelling is disgusting! It reeks of dirt. No one, absolutely no one, would want to smell that."

Rahul didn’t seem phased by my disgust. "I know it might sound unpleasant to you, but sometimes the smell of a woman's asshole, especially your mom's big ass is the smell of heaven. The dirty smell of your mom's asshole... it’s actually part of the experience. It represents the history, the past moments that her asshole has been through. The smell is a way of connecting with all that, of acknowledging her asshole journey of not being used."

I could feel the revolting image of her asshole growing in my mind, but Rahul’s explanation kept pushing against it. "That’s a bit hard to believe, Rahul. I mean, no one wants to smell dirty hole. It’s not something anyone should be okay with."

Rahul laughed softly. "I get it. You’re thinking about the smell as just... the smell. But it's not about the smell itself. It’s about what it represents. The dirty smell, the history, all of it—it’s a part of the ritual. And Sir Suresh knows that. He's not just smelling something disgusting; he is connecting with the essence of your mom's asshole. That’s what matters."


I sat back on my bed, taking a deep breath. "Alright, Rahul. I’m going to trust you on this one. If you say it’ll fit, then maybe it will and maybe he will smells her asshole. Maybe my mom's asshole will stretch, and Sir Suresh's dick will slide right in."

Rahul’s voice became serious for a moment. "You’ll see, my friend. It’ll happen. It’s not about what’s normal, it’s about what’s possible."

As I ended the call, I found myself reflecting on the conversation. What had started as a strange and seemingly nonsensical idea now felt strangely plausible. I had been so focused on the way things were supposed to be, the way they were supposed to fit, that I hadn’t considered the possibility of change. Of flexibility. Of things adapting to each other in ways I couldn’t imagine.

Maybe Rahul was right after all. What I thought was impossible might just happen. What seemed too big, too much, might find its place in the most unexpected way.

And as I thought about it, I realized that sometimes the most surprising things are the ones that break the rules. What I had once considered impossible was now something I was looking forward to seeing unfold.




NEXT PART COMING SOON! DON'T MISS OUT. WHAT'S YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS PART??

[nadia]

Good update and waiting for the next and if possible include the WhatsApp sex chat between them

yes definitely

[nadia]

CONTINUATION......





The sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting soft rays across the room as I stirred awake. My mind still foggy from sleep, I was startled by a cheerful voice as I reached the sitting room.

“Good morning! How did you sleep?” My mom greeted me warmly, her tone unusually bright. She was wearing one of those black and pink sarees Sir Suresh bought her. I don't know why she didn't wear any of my of the sarees my dad bought her. She was only wearing those Sir Suresh purchased for her.

I think she was slowly falling in love with Sir Suresh and this were the clear signs and I was not at all bothered.

I blinked, still adjusting to the light. “Uh, morning... I slept okay, I guess,” I muttered. “What about you?”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, I slept like a baby! A perfect night’s rest.”, she answered and I noticed the glow in her eyes.

Her enthusiasm caught me off guard. My mom was rarely this energetic in the mornings. Usually, she was slow to rise, groggy, and indifferent to conversation before her first cup of tea especially when dad was around. I chalked it up to a good night’s sleep, but something about her demeanor seemed different—happier, almost radiant.

I know this demeanor is from her association and illicit relation with Sir Suresh. I could not imagine how my traditional mom who for the last 15 years sustained her religious practice today turn into completely polar opposite person.

Over the next few days, My mom's behavior started to change. It wasn’t drastic, but subtle things began to catch my attention. Like she used to quickly pick up when Sir Suresh called her through her phone. Sometimes, she would be sitting in the sitting room me and her watching tv but as soon as she gets a call in her phone by Sir Suresh, she quickly gets up and dashes to her room and locks herself and chats with him.

Sir Suresh was clearly obsessed with my mom and same with my mom clearly over the moon and enchanted by him. My dad was undoubtedly out of the picture. He was no longer in the mind of my mom. My dad's calls were sometimes not even answered by my mom. 

For example, sometimes, when my mom cooks, dad calls but she never picks up, she just gazes at the phone and she throws it on the sofa. She was evidently apathetic towards my dad. And I think Sir Suresh's big dick made my mom despise dad.


She seemed glued to her phone, constantly checking it and smiling as she scrolled through messages of Sir Suresh. Whenever I approached, she would quickly lock the screen and put the phone away, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. I wondered why.

“What’s so funny?” I asked one evening, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, nothing,” she replied quickly, her smile widening.

Her joy was infectious, and yet I couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled. I had never seen my mom this happy, not even during celebrations or festivals or during the presence of my dad. Something—or someone—was clearly bringing her immense joy and that person is clearly Sir Suresh. My dad seemed to be sidelined.


One afternoon, my mom told me she needed to run to the grocery store. “I’ll be back in an hour,” she said, grabbing her bag and heading out the door.

As soon as she left, curiosity got the better of me. I had to know what—or who—was making her so happy. I knew it was Sir Suresh but I wanted to eagerly know what they were talking about and their plans because it was now a week since they seen each other. I reached for her phone which was hidden in the drawer in her bedroom, hesitating for a moment before unlocking it. What I saw left me stunned.

There, at the top of her chat list, was a conversation with Sir Suresh. My heart raced as I tapped on the chat. The messages painted a picture I wasn’t prepared for. Here was the WhatsApp messages I read between them;


Sir Suresh:
Sunita, you promised me! When can we meet, I want to fuck you so hard on your marital bed before your stupid husband comes.

My mom:
I’m not sure, Suresh. I’m really nervous...

Sir Suresh:
Don’t be! Remember you promised to give me something special, your tight unused asshole. Isn’t this what we talked about?

My mom:
Yes, but I didn’t think it would be so soon...

Sir Suresh:
The sooner, the better. You’ll love it, trust me. This time, you will scream so hard when I fuck your asshole. Did you enjoy our last meeting?

My mom:
I did... It was nice. You were so rough though. ???

Sir Suresh:
Rough is the way to go. I noticed you enjoy when I do it rough. Then there’s nothing to worry about! By the way, send me some pictures of your big ass and pussy. I’d love to see them and jerk off.

My mom:
What?! No, Suresh! Rajeev might see my phone! You know he might check my phone even when I cook, I can't risk

Sir Suresh:
Come on, Sunita! He doesn’t need to know. Just be careful. You can send them now, and then delete them later. Make sure you send me all your holes pics

My mom:
But how do I even send something like that?

Sir Suresh:
It’s easy! Just go to your bedroom, remove your clothes and send them one by one. Then after I receive, delete them.

My mom:
I don’t know, Suresh... This feels risky.

Sir Suresh:
Trust me Sunita. I’ll never share them with anyone. It’s just between us.


MY MOM THEN SENT THIS PHOTOS TO SIR SURESH AND I WAS SHOCKED TO SEE HOW MY MOM HAS CHANGED























My mom:
Alright, fine. But promise me you won’t show them to anyone.

Sir Suresh:
Of course! When can I come over? My dick is always hard just when I think about you

My mom:
???I don’t know. I’m scared, Suresh. What if someone finds out?

Sir Suresh:
No one will find out. Just pick a day, and I’ll make sure it’s perfect. On your marital bed, bang! bang! bang! 

My mom:
Okay... How about Friday? At night but come when Rajeev is asleep around 10pm because I suspect that he will smell something fishy going on.

Sir Suresh:
Perfect! Friday it is. And don’t worry about anything. Rajeev is too young to understand this. When I use your asshole for the first time, you’ll see—it’ll be wonderful.

My mom:
But I’m scared about you opening my asshole. I have never done it in the back before, not even my husband did it to me.

Sir Suresh:
Sunita, your tight asshole is meant to be fucked by me. Keeping it closed forever would be a waste. Once I fuck it with my dick, you’ll see how special it is. Trust me—you’ll love it.

My mom:
But you really do it rough even when you were doing my pussy, I am afraid you will tear my asshole

Sir Suresh:
Sunita, no need to worry, I will fuck your ass until you scream my name

My mom:
????





In the days that followed, I began noticing small but significant gestures from Sir Suresh. Bouquets of fresh flowers arrived at the house, their vibrant colors brightening the living room. Expensive necklaces, wrapped in delicate boxes, were delivered with handwritten notes.

My dad never showed this kind of loving gestures to my mom. Ever since dad was transferred to work in another country, he never even dared to send my mom flowers.

My mom's face lit up every time she received something from Sir Suresh. Her joy was palpable, her sounds of singing ringing through the house in a way I had never heard before. My mom sang like Cinderella. She seemed transformed—confident, radiant, and almost in a state of perpetual bliss.

I watched from the sidelines, trying to make sense of it all. Whatever Sir Suresh was doing, it was clearly making my mom happy. Their shared bond was growing stronger and with vitality every single day and my dad was unaware of this.

But at the same time, a part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that this newfound happiness came with its own complexities. Late one night, I stirred from my sleep, the faint creak of a door pulling me from the edges of a dream. I opened my eyes and heard sounds like flashing of phone was coming out from my mom's bedroom. 


I knew she was alone because Sir Suresh wasn't with her at that time and he didn't come home that night. Quietly, I got up, stepping into the dimly lit hallway. My heart racing as usual and my dick swelling simultaneously. A soft glow emanated from the direction of the of her bedroom. Curious, I tiptoed toward the source.

Reaching her bedroom, I stopped outside the door, careful not to make a sound. The door was locked, but the faint sound of movement came from within. Pressing my ear to the door, I heard the faint shutter click of a phone camera. My heart quickened as I realized she was taking photos.

I quickly realized that she was taking more naked photos of herself and sending them to Sir Suresh. I was amazed of how Sir Suresh couldn't sleep without having some of my mom's pic in his phone that is why he was hounding my mom asking for her naked photos.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I peered through the keyhole. There she was, her phone angled as she took selfies, her expressions alternating between shy smiles and playful poses. She was naked and she took several photos bending over or standing and changing clothes every time she took photos. 

She adjusted the camera to focus on her pussy, boobs ass and asshole. She spread her pussy flesh and clit slightly, capturing them from different angles. It was clear these photos were meant for someone specific— Sir Suresh.

The fact that my mom was so committed to this man was stunning me. I never knew she would devout herself to another man who is not even married to her. But who knows, maybe she was enjoying it and why not?


I retreated to my room, my mind racing. My mom had become so engrossed in her newfound bond with Sir Suresh that she was waking up around at night to send him these private images. There was something intimate, almost obsessive, about it. I couldn’t deny the growing tension in the household. Something had shifted, and it was palpable in every interaction.

My mom was no longer the wife of my dad but the woman of Sir Suresh. This man Sir Suresh was gradually grabbing my mom away from the grip of my dad.


Another night, unable to sleep, I found myself standing outside my mom's bedroom door. A faint moan of a melody drifted through the woody door of my mom's bedroom. Intrigued, I leaned closer, pressing my ear against the door. Her moans were soft, almost dreamy, as she moaned a single name over and over.

“Suresh... Suresh aahhhh ...” she moaned, her tone filled with longing. I wondered what she was doing so I decided to cautiously peep in the window. What I saw instantly made my dick hard. My mom was on her back, her fingers rubbing her pussy in a fast motion. Her left hand was rubbing her boobs simultaneously just like how she masturbates.

She was moaning and masturbating her mouth singing the anthem of Sir Suresh. This is when I confirmed that my shy mom is finally the woman of Sir Suresh. She is no longer going back to loving my dad even though they are still married.

The sound of her moans sent a pang through my chest. I could imagine her sitting on her bed, eyes closed, completely absorbed in the thought of Sir Suresh as she rubbed her tight pussy. It was almost surreal to witness someone so entirely consumed by another person. She continued masturbating until she cummed and fell asleep still naked.

As days turned into weeks, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for my dad. Once my mom's closest confidante, my dad had now been relegated to the periphery of my mom's life. 

They barely spoke, their once-frequent phone calls now a distant memory. My dad wondered why my mom rarely picks his calls and even if she picks, she as if she doesn't want to talk to him.

I recalled how my dad used to be with us often, my mom's laughter filling the house as him and my mom shared stories and secrets. Now, dad seemed like a shadow, his presence fading as my mom's attention was monopolized by Sir Suresh. This made my dick hard. Friends, for me, I would have never thought that this scenario of my mom being tranced by Sir Suresh would ever make my dick rock hard.

My mom was distant, her responses curt and detached whenever she spoke with my dad. It was weird to witness their loving unravel, the bond they once shared dissolving in the wake of my mom's infatuation with Sir Suresh. What did Sir Suresh do to my mom?

My mom herself was changing in more ways than one. Her breast and ass, once modest and unassuming, began to grow. They seemed larger, fuller, almost as if they were blossoming under Sir Suresh's influence. She carried them with a newfound pride, often admiring them in the mirror.

Whenever she walked around the house, her breast and full ass used to jiggle up and down.

At first, I thought it was my imagination, but the change was undeniable. Her ass gleamed with a peculiar shine, and her boobs seemed sharper and her nipples piercing through her bra, its contours more pronounced. My mom would hold them, turning them over in her hands, a soft smile playing on her lips. It was as though they were transforming into extensions of herself, symbols of her connection with Sir Suresh.

One evening, I overheard a conversation between my mom and Sir Suresh. Their voices were low, intimate, but I caught enough to understand the depth of their bond. They were sitting in the sitting room. Sir Suresh wanted to cuddle my mom but she was hesitant and reminding him that I was in the house.

“Sunita,” Sir Suresh's voice was soft but probing, “tell me something. Who do you love more—me or your husband?”

There was a pause, the silence heavy with hesitation. “I... I don’t know,” my mom admitted, her voice trembling.

“Come on,” Sir Suresh coaxed gently. “Be honest with me. You know how much you mean to me.”

“I do,” my mom whispered. “It’s just... my husband and I have been married for so long. He's always been there for me.”

“But has he made you feel the way I do?” Sir Suresh pressed. “Have you ever felt this good with him?”

My mom was silent for a long moment before finally speaking. “No. I’ve never felt this way before. With you... it’s different. It’s... special. I’ve never felt so good.”


“So, who do you love more?” Sir Suresh's voice was teasing but insistent.

My mom exhaled deeply. “You. I love you more than my husband.” I was shocked when I heard this. My mom pointblank confessed to Sir Suresh that she loves him more than my dad. This bond between them was so intense and inextricable.

The confession hung in the air, its weight undeniable. It was a moment of raw vulnerability, a declaration that solidified their bond. Sir Suresh's smile rang out softly, filled with satisfaction and affection.

“I love you too, Sunita,” he said. “More than you’ll ever know.” This line made my mom smile, a glow gleaming across her face. In the days that followed, I watched as my mom grew more radiant, her joy almost tangible. They didn't fuck because my mom was really hesitant although Sir Suresh continued asking for her.

However, inside the house, I used to see them secretly kissing and hugging. However, my mom was very cautious. Even one day, during day time, Sir Suresh came to our home. Mom told me to remain in the sitting room as she wanted to discuss something with Sir Suresh. Then after few minutes, I went to peep secretly in mom's bedroom.

Sir Suresh wanted to fuck my mom but she refused so Sir Suresh asked for a blowjob. My mom quickly got down on her knees and started swallowing his cock in her small mouth and sucked his dick until he cummed all over his face.





I noticed several moments of this nature but they didn't actually fuck because my mom was still nervous because maybe I would know.



Flowers continued to arrive at the house, their vibrant blooms filling every corner with color and life. Alongside them came expensive necklaces, their delicate designs glinting in the light. Each gift was accompanied by a note from Sir Suresh, his words filled with adoration and care.

My mom would beam as she opened each package, her happiness spilling over in bright cheeful and shy smiles. She wore the necklaces with pride, their shimmering presence a constant reminder of Sir Suresh affection. It was clear that Sir Suresh's influence was reshaping her, not just emotionally but in every aspect of her being.









Now the day reached when I was going to witness my mom being fucked at her marital bed. That morning, my mom asked me to accompany her to the mall. She said she wanted to buy some dress. I think she was going to buy one of those naughty dress to impress Sir Suresh tonight before he fucks her hard.


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CONTINUATION..........





My mom and I went into different stores and I would admit very expensive stores for women clothing. She seemed so happy buying very expensive women clothing. I wondered where she got all this money from because she normally didn't have such huge amounts of money.

I knew very well that Sir Suresh was the one who gave her all that money. As we walked down the street, I saw her ass bouncing here and there and like I said earlier in the story, drivers in the street had a hard time driving, they caused traffic jam just because of them staring at my mom's big bouncy ass.

Besides, I saw her ass and I thought to myself, "This big ass was going to be fucked for the first time tonight by Sir Suresh"


That evening, mom had prepared a meal for both of us. The aroma of spices and freshly cooked lentils filled the air, and the dining table was neatly set, an unusual touch. Her enthusiasm was evident as she placed the dishes before me.

“Here you go,” she said with a smile, sitting across from me. Her energy was radiant, but something seemed to linger just beneath the surface—an undercurrent of excitement.

As we began eating, I noticed her glancing at her phone every few minutes. Her smile would brighten with each glance, her cheeks flushed with a happiness I hadn’t seen in a long time. She seemed completely engrossed, hardly paying attention to the food before her.

“Mom,” I asked after a while, “what’s with the smile? You’ve been staring at your phone all evening.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said quickly, brushing it off with a nervous laugh. “Just a message from an old friend.” Her answer was vague, and though I tried to believe her, the glint in her eyes told another story. There was something more, something she wasn’t ready to share. I let it slide, because I already knew what it was.


After dinner, my mom excused herself and disappeared into her room. When she returned a while later, she had changed into a stunning night-time satin dress—a deep maroon fabric adorned with delicate gold embroidery. I recognized it as the one Sir Suresh had gifted her recently. It flowed gracefully as she moved, accentuating her curves.

“You’re dressed up,” I remarked casually, trying to mask my curiosity.

She only smiled. “Just felt like wearing it,” she said, avoiding eye contact.

I nodded but didn’t press further. Something was in the air, and it felt like the evening was building toward a moment I couldn’t quite grasp yet.



Feeling the weight of anticipation, I decided to go to bed early just to give her freedom. I sensed that tonight was important to her, and though she didn’t share the details with me, I was expecting something hot. As I lay in bed, my ears attuned to every sound in the quiet house, my heart thudded softly in my chest.

Around midnight, a faint knock at the main door broke the silence. I tensed, straining to hear. Soft voices followed, and I recognized my mom's cheerful tone mingling with Sir Suresh. 

This man was going to achieve the most unachievable thing ever which is to fuck my mom on her marital and sacred bed which should only be shared with dad only. There was laughter, light and familiar, as if they’d stepped into a world of their own.

My mom soon came to check on me. Through the slit of my barely open eyes, I saw her peering into my room. I let my breathing remain steady, feigning sleep. Satisfied, she slipped away, her footsteps light as she made her way back to her bedroom. Moments later, I heard the click of her bedroom door closing.

My mind raced. What were they doing in there? The thought filled me with both curiosity and apprehension. I lay there for what felt like an eternity, my heart pounding in the stillness and my dick becoming hard and hard. Finally, I mustered the courage to get up and see for myself.


The bedroom door of my mom was locked and through the narrow gap in the window, I caught a glimpse of the scene inside. My mom was lying on her stomach and her big ass was on the air, her hands crossed under her boobs and her head resting on her crossed hands, while Sir Suresh bent behind her, both of them naked, her presence commanding yet calm. They were talking in hushed tones, their expressions a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“It’s tonight, Sunita,” Sir Suresh said gently. “You promised me to fuck this big ass for the first time.”

My mom nodded, though her face betrayed her hesitation. “I know... I did. But... I’m still not sure. What if it doesn’t work?”

“It will,” Sir Suresh reassured her, his tone firm yet soothing. “You have to trust me. Tonight is about letting go of that fear. You’ll see—it’s going to be magical. Your tight asshole will be mine tonight”

My mom let out a shaky breath, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her mouth. “It’s just... I don’t think it will fit. I’ve never done anything like this before in my anus.”

Sir Suresh smiled, his confidence unwavering. “That’s why I’m here. To guide you. To make sure it’s perfect.” Suresh reached for a small bottle of oil from the desk and began to apply it on my mom's big ass, gently massaging the tension away. He placed my mom on doggystyle so that he can get a close access to her asshole.





The act was tender, almost ritualistic, as if  were helping my mom prepare for something significant, to be fucked in her asshole for the first time ever. 

My mom's face showed a mixture of reluctance and trust, her features softening as Sir Suresh calming presence enveloped her.

“You’re not alone in this,” Sir Suresh said softly. “I’m here with you, every step of the way. Your husband is such a wasteful man for not using your asshole”

Friends, with this, I agreed with what Sir Suresh said about my dad. How could my dad not fuck my mom's asshole all those years? Many married men around our suburban area dreamed of fucking my mom in the ass but my dad didn't care to use that precious hole situated at the back of my mom. He is a waste.

My mom nodded slowly, her initial hesitation giving way to quiet acceptance. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Let’s do this but promise to be gentle”


The air in the room seemed to grow heavier with every passing moment, filled with an eerie sense of expectation.

My mom, still on doggystyle on the bed, presented her big ass as if it were some strange, mystical artifact for Sir Suresh to discover. Her expectations were filled with wonder but also a flicker of concern. Her asshole, which had been sitting quietly for days and years, seemed to exude a presence that left her uneasy. Her fingers played with the edges of the nipples, her body tensed as she waited her asshole to be explored.

With a gentle, reassuring smile, Sir Suresh said, “Don’t worry, Sunita. My dick will fit your asshole. It will fill it all the way to the brim. Just wait, and watch.” He said this as he continued applying oil on her asshole.


Then, suddenly, the room was filled with a pungent aroma as Sir Suresh bent down and started smelling my mom's asshole. It was sharp, intense, and undeniably captivating. The smell seemed to come from my mom's asshole itself, a heady, almost overwhelming scent that filled the air.

Sir Suresh inhaled deeply, his eyes closing for a moment, clearly savoring the aroma of my mom's asshole. As soon as he did this, I remembered what my friend Rahul told me about Sir Suresh smelling my mom's asshole and it came to pass, he was actually telling me the truth.

 “Isn’t it exciting, Sunita? It’s pungent, yes, but there’s something… addictive about it,” he said passionately, his voice almost breathless. “The aroma of this asshole of yours is unlike anything I’ve ever encountered. It’s so powerful, the smell of sweat around it, unwashed asshole, yet so sweet. It’s as though your asshole itself is alive, and it’s calling out to me to fuck it.”


Friends, for me I always thought that it is disgusting to lick asshole but today, I was actually being mesmerized by Sir Suresh smelling mom's asshole that much. It was exuberating to watch him smelling and licking that sweaty and unwashed asshole.


Mom, who had been lying on her stomach, flushed a deep shade of red at her lover's enthusiastic words. She felt suddenly embarrassed, as though she had been caught in something too intimate, too intense. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the feeling of heat rising in her cheeks.

“Aaahhh ooohhh sshhhh What does it smell like to you, Suresh?” My mom asked, still trying to make sense of the strange combination of aromas filling the room as Sir Suresh licked her asshole.

Sir Suresh, clearly entranced by the scent, leaned back slightly, his fingers still poking mom's asshole. “It smells... weird,” he said slowly, his voice full of wonder. “It’s not like anything I’ve ever smelled before. It’s almost as if it’s something I’m not supposed to understand yet, but it draws me in all the same. It’s... strange. But it feels like it has a purpose, something deeper.”

Mom's face flushed even more, her stomach turning with a strange feeling that she couldn’t quite place. She continued to lie on her stomach, unable to stop Sir Suresh, who seemed so intent on her asshole as if it held the key to something only she could understand.

Sir Suresh, now positioned himself behind my mom, without hesitation, told my mom to spread her asshole, started pushing his dick inside her asshole, his movements careful but steady. But as soon as his dick touched the opening of her tight asshole, it didn’t seem to enter at all. Instead, his dick was met with resistance by mom's asshole, refusing to enter.


My mom, gripping her teeth, shouted out in alarm, “Wait! Don’t push in my asshole like that, Suresh aahhhh! It’s not working. Your dick is not going in!”


Sir Suresh paused, slightly frustrated, but not deterred. “It’s okay, Sunita,” he said, his tone calm yet resolute. “Let me try again.” My mom spread her asscheeks wide apart, trying to adjust the opening, but again, Sir Suresh's dick did not flow in as it was supposed to. 

My mom's asshole was super tight.

My mom, growing increasingly anxious, sat up, her heart racing. “Suresh please it can't enter just leave it” she said, her voice shaky, fear in her eyes.

But Sir Suresh, still focused, turned my mom in doggystyle again, tried a second time, his eyes narrowed in concentration. He adjusted the opening, trying a slightly different angle this time. Sir Suresh took a deep breath and tried a fifth time. This time, something clicked. Slowly, deliberately, his dick began to penetrate my mom's precious asshole. 


It was as though her asshole finally opened up, accepting his huge cock in a slow, measured insertion. My mom moaned, "aaahhhh Sureshhhhh aoooohhhh oooooiiiiihhh ooo please oooooohhh sshhh"

“There,” Sir Suresh said with a small smile, his voice satisfied. “Stop screaming, I told you it would fit. My dick was meant to fuck this asshole of yours and it has adjusted itself like I said, but it just needs the right approach. It’s all about patience and precision.”


My mom, who had been holding her breath throughout the entire process, let out a soft gasp of relief. “I can’t believe it, oohhh sshh  please Suresh slowly aaoooohhh” she moaned, her eyes wide with shock.

But then, my mom hesitated again, a slight concern still in her voice. “Aaahhh oohhhh Maybe… maybe you should go slower, Suresh, gentle .....aahhh gentle....ooohhh noo wait ooohhh why is it burning this much?”

Sir Suresh shot his a brief, irritated glance. “Sunita, stop being so simple. Your asshole won’t open more unless I apply some force. It’s just the way it works. My dick won’t fit if it’s not done properly.”


Mom felt a strange, painful sensation spreading through the opening of her asshole as Sir Suresh went in deeper and deeper, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that her asshole was being opened for the first time. A strange tension gripped her as she bent, her head buried in the pillow to avoid looking at Sir Suresh.


"Spread your asscheeks Sunita so that my dick can enter easily, you are making it hard baby" Sir Suresh told my mom.


"No, Suresh aahhh noooo!" my mom cried out suddenly, her voice breaking. I could see sweat on her face. “Please... wait. You’re pushing too hard. It feels...it's burning.”

Sir Suresh, who had been focused on fucking her asshole deeper, didn’t seem to hear the desperation in my mom's voice. “Sunita, you’re being ridiculous. If I don’t use force, your asshole won’t open up. It’s not going to work otherwise. Now stop acting like this is something to worry about.”

But my mom could feel the pressure inside her building. It wasn’t just asshole anymore—it was something more, something she couldn’t explain. She screamed out, her voice raw with emotion. “No! Please, stop! It’s hurting... I can feel it! Aaahhhh Suressshhh aaooooohhhh”

With every push of Sir Suresh's dick inside her asshole, my mom felt the connection intensify. Her body trembled as if she could sense the life force of her smelly anus merging with her own. Sweat trickled down her face, dampening the skin of her breasts and back as she endured the pressure building inside her asshole. 

From what I saw, Sir Suresh's dick was now halfway in mom's asshole, seemed to pulsate with a strange, powerful energy, and my mom couldn't shake the feeling that it was drawing something from her, something beyond his penis, something more profound.





Sir Suresh, his hands steady but eyes focused, glanced at my mom with a gentle smile. "How do you feel, Sunita?" he asked softly, but my mom's answer came through clenched teeth, a hint of anger creeping into her voice.

“It hurts ssshhh oooooiiiihhhh uuuhhhhhh,” mom muttered, barely audible, her face flushed with the weight of the experience. "This... my asshole shouldn't be filled with your dick aahhhhhhhhhhhh."

Sir Suresh, unfazed by the frustration in my mom's tone, continued his work of pushing his dick inside further her asshole. “You will love anal sex and appreciate it perfectly,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “It's just the beginning. Your asshole needs to be filled all the way for it to hold its full power.” 


“From the moment I saw your big ass for the first time,” he said, his voice filled with determination, “I knew it had to take my dick inside. That was my mission, Sunita. That’s what I’ve been working towards. Fucking your fat ass and I am doing it right now, on your marital bed”


Sir Suresh's dick was now deeper inside her asshole, it swallowed all his dick inside. I didn't believe it, that tight asshole of my mom which seemed impossible to be penetrated by Sir Suresh's big dick was not accommodating it all. As Sir Suresh continued fucking my mom's asshole, the bed beneath them shook with the movement of my mom's big ass, the heavy thumping of the fucking was impacting the bed's movement. 






My mom's big ass seemed to tremble under the pressure. I could hear the shaking, the tremors that reverberated through the floor. “aahhhh aahhh Suressshhhh , be gentle!” mom screamed, her voice panicked. “It’s the first time! You’re going too fast! aahhhhhh oooohhhhhhh”

The bed was shaking so hard that even the glasses which were placed nearby the desk were trembling and clinking as if they were about to fall. 


My mom's fears grew. The speed of Sir Suresh's fucking her asshole made her nervous. She was worried that the opening of her asshole might tear, that the delicate structure wouldn’t hold under the intense force of his dick pushing out and in. “Suressshh oooohhh ooohh aaaaiiiiiii, please!” she pleaded. “You have to slow down!”





I just held my dick and started masturbating stroking my cock so fast. From the way Sir Suresh was fucking my mom's asshole, I knew the opening of her smelly anus was elastic and loose by now. My mom screamed as much as she could but it was too late because Sir Suresh's dick was bully buried in her asshole.


Sir Suresh's dick was now easily going in and out of my mom's tight asshole which was beginning to get loose and loose. "Which hole am I fucking, tell me Sunita which hole am I fucking?", Sir Suresh asked mom as he continued going deeper inside her asshole.

My mom didn't want to answer, "Aaahhh Suresh please stop asking me that, aahhhh ooooooooohhh" Then Sir Suresh continued asking her. "Answer me Sunita, talk to me which hole am I fucking?" Then my mom finally answered, "aahh my asshole, you are fucking my asshole....aahhh oooohhhh"


After about an hour of fucking her asshole, Sir Suresh groaned, "aarrgghh Sunita I am cumming inside your holy asshole aahhhhh take my cum Sunita, aarrgghh take it inside your asshole aaaaaarrggghhh"

My mom who was feeling another man's sperm inside her backdoor hole was starting to moan "OOhh sshh aaahhhhhhh ooohh my....oohh my....aaaahhh ooohhh"


 A sound of exhaustion that was barely audible over the constant fucking. I knew he was cumming inside her asshole, and it seemed as if the final moments were upon them. My mom's body was shaking, her entire body drenched in sweat, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Her voice broke as she shouted, “Aahh Suresh, please... it’s too much... I can’t take it!”

But Sir Suresh didn’t stop. He gripped my mom's big ass tightly, his hands steady as he filled her asshole with the final drops of his holy water, or let's call it his holy sperm. Mom's breath was labored, but she didn’t show any sign of hesitation. The process was nearly complete, and she knew this was a moment she couldn’t back away from.




She felt the sperms flowing down her asshole. My mom dropped down onto the bed, her limbs weak from the ordeal. Sir Suresh  behind her, holding the her fat ass with a sense of reverence. It was no longer just a vessel—it was a symbol of something far greater, and they both felt the weight of that significance. 


Friends, even for me, I cummed so hard and spilled my sperms on the wall nearby with a sound of faint "arrgghh" escaping my mouth. Sir Suresh, with a slow, deliberate motion, began to remove his dick from my mom's loose asshole. As he did so, I noticed something strange. 


Sir Suresh's huge cock, which was buried in my mom's asshole, was now covered in a thick, slimy white substance. At first, I  knew it was his sperm, but there was something else mixed with it, something brown. As the smell hit my senses, I realized it was the unmistakable odor of my mom's brown shit.

I felt a wave of nastiness rise within me, the mixture of his sperm and mom's shit on his dick was exciting to see, a strange combination that didn’t seem to belong. The smell was overpowering, and I could feel getting excited as I saw this.


“Oh, Sunita,” Sir Suresh said, his voice a mix of amusement and surprise. “You pooed on my dick.”

My mom, still lying on the bed, hadn’t realized that she had done. She blinked in surprise, feeling the heat of embarrassment rush to her face. She didn't know what mess she did. “Oh no,” she murmured, her voice full of regret. “I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t control it. I think my asshole must have loosened up, and... I didn’t expect it and it's my first time taking something in my asshole”

Sir Suresh smiled warmly, grabbing a her panties nearby. “You don’t need to apologize, Sunita,” he said kindly. “This is all part of it. Your asshole is just adjusting, and that’s fine. You’re doing great.” He gently wiped away mom's shit from his dick using her panties, his movements calm and reassuring.

With a smile, mom told him while putting a finger inside her asshole to quantify how much Sir Suresh cummed in her asshole, "OOhh myy Suresh, you really cummed so much in my ass, just look at how it continues to spill on the bed...eewwww!"


"That whole milk sperm was only meant for your asshole, I reserved it", Sir Suresh replied with a evil smile.

My mom, feeling the pressure lift slightly, closed her eyes, she suddenly felt the rush of embarrassment and self-consciousness once more. It was too much for her to handle in one moment. Without a word, she woke up from the bed, holding her big ass, quite like trying to plug her asshole, she rushed toward the bathroom, her steps quick and unsteady.


On the bed, she left a small pool of Sir Suresh's cum and a little bit of her shit that flowed from her asshole. It was so hot to see that nasty.

Sir Suresh, watching her sudden movement, couldn’t help but chuckle faintly as he rested on the bed. There was something both amusing and endearing about my mom's sudden reaction. He smiled as she watched my mom hurry away, her face flushed with embarrassment. It was as if the whole experience had overwhelmed my mom, and now she was running from it, not knowing how to process it all.


But all from this, the mission was done! My mom's asshole was finally fucked by Sir Suresh. That holy hole, hidden by her fat asscheeks was now opened and yes, not by my dad, but by Sir Suresh himself. He completely turned my shy mom into his woman and I was happy. 

My mom came back to bed and slept near Sir Suresh. "Thank you my love, you gave me such a priceless asset in your asshole" Sir Suresh said. "You naughty man, you have taken all my body, all the holes. You haven't left anything. I have no option now", my mom replied with a slight smile on her face.


They then kissed for 5 minutes and both turned off the light and slept. I crept slowly to my bedroom and slept also.


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CONTINUATION.........




In the morning after everything that had happened  last night still hung heavily in my mind. I woke up with a strange feeling, as if the night had not fully left me. The scenes of the previous evening played on repeat in my head— Sir Suresh fucking  my mom's big ass for the first time, the way my mom screamed as if something inside her asshole was awakening. What had I witnessed? I couldn’t shake it off.

I got out of bed and made my way to my mom's bedroom. As I walked through the hallway, I couldn’t stop thinking about the how Sir Suresh fucked my mom's asshole, that man was surely a strong man and by now I knew mom's asshole was loose. 

It had been so tight before he fucked her asshole, but now I knew it was not as tight as earlier. My thoughts kept swirling around.

When I reached my mom's bedroom, I found Sir Suresh sitting on mom's bed, a towel wrapped around his body as he read a newspaper. The room was warm, the smell of my mom's shit still lingering in the air because yesternight Sir Suresh really ravaged mom's asshole and she accidentally shitted on the bed due to the heavy pounding she received.


The morning sunlight filtering in through the curtains. Sir Suresh didn’t notice me at first, so I stood in the doorway for a moment, watching him. He looked so calm, so collected, as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place last night. The room was still untidy and mom's bra, panties and also Sir Suresh's inner wears where all scattered all around the room. 

“Sir,” I said, breaking the silence. “When did you come in?” He glanced up from her newspaper, his eyes momentarily flashing with something like guilt? But it was gone in an instant. A smile curled on his lips as he said, “I just got here.”

I raised an eyebrow because I knew how he was a chronic lair but I loved how he lied. “What are you doing in mom's bedroom?” I asked, even though I already had a pretty good idea of the answer.

Sir Suresh stiffened slightly, a small flicker of tension passing through him. But he recovered quickly, his expression returning to its usual calm. “Just resting for a bit,” he answered smoothly, his voice betraying no hint of nervousness. But he kept glancing at how the room was scattered with his inner wears and mom's inner wears and that made him slightly nervous.

Just then, the door creaked open, and mom walked in, carrying a tray filled with steaming plates of Indian breakfast, and I noticed it was Sir Suresh's favorite breakfast: Idli-Sambar: Steamed rice cakes served with a lentil-based vegetable stew and coconut chutney. Mom froze when she saw me standing there, her eyes widening in surprise for just a moment. Then, she quickly covered it with a bright smile.

“Oh, you’re up! Rajeev” mom exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were awake already.” Mom quicky started picking up her inner wears and Sir Suresh's too from the floor, on the bed and also some were on the desk even where I was standing. She was trying to cover things up. I wanted to ask her why are her panties and Sir Suresh's boxers together but I decided not to.

I couldn’t help but notice how she looked at Sir Suresh, a brief glance that only I seemed to catch. They both knew they were lying, but neither of them seemed willing to acknowledge it. But friends, I loved how the tension was in the bedroom. The tension was palpable, and I found myself wanting to ask more, but I didn’t.

“I’m hungry,” I said instead, taking a seat at the small table they had set up in the bedroom. “Thanks for the breakfast, mom.” She set the tray down in front of me, and as I began to eat, I noticed Sir Suresh was glancing at mom more often than usual. His eyes were filled with a look that seemed to be... playful? He gazed at her magnificent boobs.


Every now and then, he would wink at my mom, and my mom would shift uncomfortably, her cheeks tinged with pink. There was something undeniably intimate in their exchanges, something that made me feel like I was intruding on a secret but a secret that I already know.

As I sat there mom went back to the kitchen to pick up something she left, I glanced toward her big ass. It had grown since the night before—much larger than it had been previously. It was almost as if it had expanded, swollen with some unknown power. My eyes lingered on it as she jiggled it up and down and sideways, and I couldn’t help but think back to last night. 


How had Sir Suresh filled mom's big ass with that holy sperm of his? What was happening? Was that sperm still in my mom's asshole?

I knew one thing for sure: my mom's fat ass was no longer just my mom's. It was Sir Suresh's now, completely and entirely owned by him. My poor dad, who was still working abroad, had no idea what was going on. His wife was being used properly by his very own colleague, Sir Suresh. And my mom? She was hiding the truth from him. 

Mom came back and sat in front of me and Sir Suresh. She looked cheerful and happy and this was not usual to her. As we started eating, as soon as I tasted the breakfast, I was flabbergasted by how delicious it was, I was even licking my fingers just from the first taste.


"Woow mom! The breakfast is so lively and palatable." I said as I looked at her. "Well, you know I am the best cook and chef, heheh", mom replied while looking at Sir Suresh.

Then Sir Suresh, while giving a naughty grin at my mom said, "I can't disagree with that, Rajeev, you know your mom cooks the best food  and I tasted all her tasty dishes since I visited" As soon as Sir Suresh said this, I glanced at my mom and she seemed nervous but she tried hard to pretend smiling.


I knew what Sir Suresh meant although he was mixing the words in a creative way that only him and mom could understand. "Yee....yeah you are right Suresh, and I am proud that you tasted all my dishes", my mom said while looking at him. I could not believe she replied this. 

My religious mom was talking in a slutty way to a man whom is not even her husband. Woow! This made me excited.


"What dishes of my mom did you taste Sir?", I queried while looking at him. Sir Suresh, who took a bite of one biscuit looked at me at first then glanced at mom and said, "I tasted all her dishes, all her spices and all her ingredients. However, yesterday's dish at night was the best"


"Why was it the best Sir?", I asked. "It was the best because it was the dish she never cooked for anybody else, in fact, it was the first time she cooked that dish and allowed me to taste it and it had a good fragrance to it", Sir Suresh replied. I knew he was speaking about her asshole because it was the "dish" that mom never gave to anyone, not even my dad.


Mom got more and more nervous and I could see her secretly signaling Sir Suresh to quit with the innuendoes because she was apprehensive that I might suspect something more. However, Sir Suresh just smiled at mom as he drank the tea. "You know what Rajeev", he asked as I continued eating. "What Sir?", I encouraged.


"This tea she cooked today morning, has a good amount of milk in it and also in the right proportions, not a more and not less but also I tasted her milk too and it tastes even better", Sir Suresh said still making my mom more anxious.


"Oohh really mom?", I questioned while gazing at my mom. "Ye...well..yes he is right, he tasted all my milk and he loved it", my mom said as she drank tea as she looked at Sir Suresh with a playful anger. Sir Suresh was teasing my mom.


Then I asked, "Mom, will you invite Sir Suresh from now on so that he can taste all your milk and dishes every day?" Then my mom who was shocked by this question got shivered slightly but managed to calm herself.


"Oh yes Rajeev", she said as she kept her hands on my head, brushing my hair. "Sir Suresh is a good family friend and I will surely invite him everyday so that he can taste all my dishes and my milk"

Friends, I could not believe what I was hearing from my mom. She was avowedly praising Sir Suresh and affirming that all her milk and dishes will continue to be tasted by Sir Suresh. Even Sir Suresh was joyous. 

This words were music to my ears. I couldn't believe what I was just hearing. My dick got slightly hard underneath the table. How could my mom, who was religious and conservative all those years all of a sudden speak naughtily about another man like this? And much more in front of him.


Friends, if a woman is fucked very good by a man who is not her husband, then she will praise that man all the time. Women, especially moms, love sex and not just sex, a very good intense sex and that will make them become puppets to that man who fucks them good.


I had spent the rest of the morning trying to make sense of everything. After breakfast, Sir Suresh went to take a bath, leaving me and mom alone in the bedroom room. I woke up and made my way towards the kitchen. Friends, in our home, when you head to the kitchen, there is always a way in which you must pass the bathroom before you get to the kitchen.

So as I made my way to the kitchen, I could hear showers in the bathroom and I knew Sir Suresh was bathing. Something told me to peek inside the bathroom. I peeked inside the bathroom and saw, Sir Suresh holding one of my mom's unwashed panties, he was holding it so carefully. 

Just before I left, I saw him gently rub mom's panties against his chin as if he were contemplating something, and I couldn’t shake the oddness of it. He then started smelling mom's unwashed panties, inhaling it while he closed his eyes. It was so erotic. He took another inhale as he rubbed his dick.

Why would he be doing that? Why does he smell mom's panties? I walked away from the bathroom lest my mom catches me watching through.

30 minutes past and Sir Suresh went to his usual business and I was left in the house with mom.


As I sat there in the sitting room, my thoughts swirling, I noticed the way my mom seemed to have changed over the past few days. Her demeanor had softened, her smile more constant, and she no longer seemed as guarded. She had become much closer to Sir Suresh, almost inseparable. More closer than my dad.

It wasn’t just the way they exchanged glances—there was something deeper now. They were connected in a way that I didn’t fully understand, even spritually. And my mom's body was now intoxicating... It was so much bigger now, more curvier its roundness almost comical, its shape exaggerated. 

Beside it, her breasts, the size of which seemed even more absurd. It wasn’t just large—it was swollen, almost fat in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.





My mom had become so open with Sir Suresh, unbothered by my presence as they interacted. I had never seen my mom in this way before. She wasn’t shy or reserved anymore. In fact, I saw her excitement on days when Sir Suresh would give her gifts. She used to wear tight clothes in the house and I knew she was doing it deliberately to infatuate and entice Sir Suresh.

One afternoon, Sir Suresh  had presented my mom with a beautiful pair of anklets, bangles, and a set of earrings—traditional items my mom had always admired. I watched as my mom's face lit up, her eyes sparkling with joy. She was clearly been won by Sir Suresh.

“This is for you, Sunita,” Sir Suresh had said, handing her a delicate silk saree, its deep red reflecting my mom's favorite color. “I thought this would suit you perfectly.”

My mom's hands trembled with excitement as she accepted the gift. She couldn’t stop smiling, and I had never seen her so happy before. Even I, as a mere observer, felt excited for her. It was clear that Sir Suresh was making my mom happier than I had ever seen her before.

Sir Suresh also gifted me a new pair of tuxedo suits that looked quite expensive.


My mom spent most of her time at home, but mostly on her phone because she chatted often with Sir Suresh, and I began to see the changes in her more clearly. It wasn’t just her boobs and ass that was expanding. There was something else—something subtle, yet undeniably there.

One afternoon, as I sat in the living room, I got an idea. I called up my friend Rahul, eager to get his thoughts on everything that had been going on. We met at a playground.

When we met, I couldn't help but describe what I had witnessed. “Rahul,” I said, my voice lowered in a mix of excitement and confusion. “You won’t believe what I saw that night. You were right all along, Sir Suresh finally fucked my mom's asshole and filled her asshole with his holy sperms, literally filling it. And mom screamed. She seemed... to be more excited taking Sir's dick inside her sacred asshole, almost like it was magical.”


Rahul raised an eyebrow, his face a mix of disbelief and curiosity. “Wait, hold up,” he said, leaning in closer. “She screamed? What happened next?”

I told him how I had watched Sir Suresh's, calm and focused, fucking my mom's asshole. “It was like she was doing something important, something sacred,” I explained, struggling to find the right words. “And then mom screamed—she screamed, like... like it hurt her in some way. I don’t know, Rahul. It felt like there was some kind of bond between her and Sir's huge cock.”


"I told you", Rahul said, "I promised you that Sir Suresh would surely fuck your mom in the ass. Remember I told you that if any man sees your mom's juicy ass beneath the saree, they would want to fuck her asshole for sure?", "Yes I remember you telling me that."

Rahul nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “Okay, that’s pretty wild. But I’ve got a question for you. When you say her ass was filled, did it look like... like the stuff inside, did it come out of a hole or something?”


"What stuff?", I asked because I didn't understand him. "Well, you know her shit?", he said.

I froze. "Yeah, it was disgustingly exciting. It looked like... brownish. It came out of her asshole, and I was actually excited to see it. Sir Suresh was even more joyful as he saw it."

Rahul seemed amused, but there was a knowing gleam in his eye. “Well, it’s not that strange. I mean, shit always come from her asshole you know. Haven’t you noticed that before?”

I blinked, confused. “What are you talking about, Rahul?”

He leaned back, folding his arms. “You really didn’t know, did you?” he said with a grin. “That big ass of your mom, man, it’s not just any ass. It’s special, and it’s not just your mom's anymore.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”

Rahul lowered his voice, as if he was about to reveal some dark secret. “Sir Suresh now owns it. All of your mom's body belongs to him now.”

“What?” I asked, shocked. “But how do you know? What about my dad?”

Rahul leaned in closer, speaking in a hushed tone. “I’ve seen it, man. I’ve seen it happen before. Every night, I watched my dad's boss and my mom Jaya, and I see and masturbating watching my dad's boss filling my mom's holes every night. It’s a ritual, something powerful, and it feels good—almost like it’s meant to happen.”

I continued listening to him, "after my dad's boss fucked my mom, she always thinks about him. She even calls him sometimes and says to him that she want to get fucked again and again. Trust me, my dad doesn't even know it but my mom always pretends that she loves my dad but in truth, all her corrupted heart belong to my dad's boss."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “So, you mean that your mom is now owned by your dad's boss?” I asked. Rahul nodded. “Yeah. It’s not just Sir Suresh and your mom. This happens all over our community. When your mom and Sir Suresh fucked, it has a way of transferring ownership, a way of connecting illicit relationships. And once your mom is owned, it’s not just about your mom's body—it’s about the connection between the two people getting into illegal affair. It’s like a bond, a powerful one. Profoundly secretive”

I sat there, digesting what Rahul had said. I didn’t fully understand it all, but the pieces were starting to fall into place. "But see", Rahul continued, "your mom will continue her illicit relationship with Sir Suresh but at the same time she will ensure that your dad doesn't know about it"



Later that evening, as I walked back into the house, I found Sir Suresh and my mom sitting close together on the couch. Sir Suresh had his arm around my mom, and they looked... comfortable. 

Too comfortable I guess and I was happy to see their bond so good. But as soon as they saw me, they quickly disentangled themselves, straightening up as if nothing had happened.

Sir Suresh whispered something to my mom, and I caught the words, “It’s okay, he wouldn’t understand.”

I smiled, a little amused by their attempt to hide whatever was going on between them. They thought I didn’t understand, but I did. I had been paying attention.

"Hello Rajeev, I see are back" my mom said, trying to divert my attention. "Yes mom, I was with my friend Rahul"


I headed to my bedroom, not saying anything. When I came back to the living room later, I started playing video games with my headphones plugged on my ears, pretending not to notice them. But I couldn’t help but watch out of the corner of my eye. Then something which was really hot transpired. Mom was still siting with Sir Suresh and talking.

My mom, while getting up from the couch, accidentally farted close to Sir Suresh, a huge and smelly gas from her asshole. It made a sound like PPPPRRRRR!!!! if something was escaping from it. My mom's face turned bright red with embarrassment, and she quickly muttered, “Oops, sorry!”


At the corner of my eye, I took a slight glance, only to find him leaning closer to my mom's big ass, sniffing the air of fart. “Mmm,” he said softly, almost to herself. “It smells nice.” 

I froze, unable to believe what I was hearing. I never knew Sir Suresh will get turned on by my mom's farts. Friends, for me I knew that farts were always pungent but for Sir Suresh, my mom's farts from her asshole were smelling really nice and this made me horny. My mom was even shocked.

They were saying all of this in front of me, but since I was young, they assumed I wouldn’t understand but they were wrong. I understood perfectly well. 

My mom turned sharply, her face twisting in a mix of disbelief and disgust but she smiled with a whispering voice because she didn't want me to hear. “What?” she snapped. “That’s disgusting, Suresh! How can you say that? My son will hear you, he is just here with us in the sitting room”

Sir Suresh smirked, her tone playful but laced with a strange sincerity. “Sometimes,” he said with a slight shrug and whispering tone, “the most delicious things are the ones we think are disgusting. You’ll understand one day. Sunita, your farts smell very nice. How could I not love the smell of your farts especially when they escape that big ass of yours after I fucked it yesternight?”


My mom's expression amazed further. She muttered something under her breath, I couldn't hear it, and quickly walked away, shaking her head and smiling at him. It seems she was amazed by Sir Suresh's words but at the same time turned on by it. 

I sat frozen, watching the scene unfold secretly. My thoughts were racing. What did Sir Suresh mean? And why was he so enchanted by my mom's fart?

As mom walked towards the hallway, Sir Suresh gaze drifted back to mom's fat ass. His eyes lingered on her ass round, oversized form, the curves shimmering faintly under the soft saree. My mom's ass, which was already fucked by him, jiggled slightly, its motion almost hypnotic, as if responding to some unseen force. 

I was telling myself, "Woow look at that wonderful piece of big ass my mom has, I can't believe it was fucked yesternight when I saw it from start to finish"

It wasn’t just a subtle movement—it was rhythmic, deliberate, almost alive. Each jiggle seemed to echo a silent, teasing dance, and Sir  Suresh's eyes remained locked on it, his fascination growing.





But it wasn’t just my mom's ass. I realized, with a sinking feeling, that Sir Suresh wasn’t simply interested in mom's ass itself. He was captivated by all of my mom's curves, the her breasts that sat swollen beside it, and even the strands of hair she sometimes twirled absentmindedly in her fingers. 

It was a fixation that I couldn’t fully understand, but it was undeniable. Friends, let me tell you, I am quite sure that my mom became quite curvy and more juicy because Sir Suresh fucked her. Earlier, she was curvy but not much curvier as now. I now understood that if a woman is fucked in all her holes, then she becomes more curvier.


I remember even my friend Rahul telling me this. As mom walked, heading toward the door with a quick stride, but something caught her attention. She glanced back at Sir Suresh . A small, knowing smile crossed her lips, she knew he was watching her. It was an odd, almost whimsical moment, and I couldn’t make sense of it.

And as if encouraged by this strange realization, she began to make her big ass jiggle even more. This time, it wasn’t accidental. Her steps became deliberate, each one sending vibrations through the floor that made the her fat ass bounce, then more noticeably. 

The jiggles grew in intensity, almost playful, as my mom moved with purpose. It was as if she wanted Sir Suresh to fuck her right away by how he was seducing her.

One day later, my dad returned home from abroad, pulling a heavy suitcase behind him. His face, though tired, was brightened by a smile that stretched across his mouth. It had been months since we last saw dad, and the house seemed to come alive again with his presence. I stood by the window, watching as my dad entered, my heart stirring with happiness.

But at the back of my head, since dad came, he was not really aware of what erotic scenes was happening in his house involving his wife.

My mom, who had been pacing the room in anticipation, rushed forward as soon as my dad stepped through the door. Her excitement was palpable, but deep inside, I could sense her discomfort, a secret that lay beneath her joyous facade. 

My mom had been keeping something from dad, a deep secret that she has never revealed, a truth that I knew but had never shared. It involved Sir Suresh—a person whom my dad trusted but whom my mom was hiding a crucial but illicit relationship with. 

To me, this secret was sacred, one that no one ought to know. Moreover, this secret to me was a hot one! "My love!" my mom exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement. Without hesitation, she reached out and kissed my dad's mouth  in a gesture of warmth.

To me, I told myself, "eeeewwww! My dad just kissed my mom's lips but he doesn't know that the lips he is kissing a few days ago sucked his colleague's Sir Suresh' big dick" So this means that basically my dad is tasting another man's taste of dick inside my mom's mouth.

My mom broke the kiss smiled at him, my dad embraced her in return. "Jaanu! It's been so long! How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, my love," my mom replied, her voice soft, a hint of nervousness hiding behind her smile. "I'm just so happy you're home." She was really acting innocent and trying very hard to be herself.

I stood a little away from them, feeling the gap between us grow with each passing second. I had missed dad too. It had been a while since we last spoke, and seeing him again brought a sense of comfort, though it was hard not to notice the subtle tension hanging in the air.

"Hey, my friend!" my dad said as she turned to me, his smile wide and genuine. "It’s been so long. How are you doing?" he asked, his tone warm as always.

"I'm doing well," I replied, smiling back. "college's been keeping me busy, but I'm managing." I felt a rush of nostalgia as we spoke, remembering the days when we would chat without any hidden thoughts clouding our conversations.

My mom, who had been holding dad's luggage, took it to the sitting room. My dad's gaze lingered on my mom for a moment before his expression softened.

"You look... gleaming, my love," Dad said, his eyes scanning my mom with a hint of admiration. Clearly, he was admiring what Sir Suresh was fucking and how Sir Suresh turned my mom to be a curvy woman.

My mom, a little flustered by the compliment, blushed and lowered her gaze. "Oh, I—I'm just shining because I knew you'd be coming," she said quickly, trying to deflect the attention. My mom was really good at lying. Friends ever since my mom and dad were together, my mom never lied to my dad.

But right now, in front of my eyes, my mom was lying directly to my dad's face and since had no choice or suspicion whatsoever, he just decided to believe my mom but didn't know what big lies my mom was keeping from him.

But I knew the truth. My mom was glowing because of something else entirely. It had nothing to do with dad's arrival. It had everything to do with what Sir Suresh had done to my mom's big curvy body now, though no one would ever know that from my mom's words.






NEXT PART COMING SOON! DON'T MISS OUT. The next story is about how Sir Suresh fucked my mom in our house while my dad was sleeping due to tiredness of travelling.

[nadia]

Nice.

Woow resembles Sir Suresh and my mom

[nadia]

Very erotic, the way you have narrated from sons point of view is excellent, as Suresh will find ways to indulge in Husbands presence with wifes cooperation maybe you can involve Rahul, either to assist Suresh as a confident or his mom just to help them keep the secret. Just a suggestion, on if and how you want to continue.


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Looks hot!

[nadia]

Great update bro..
Can't wait to know what happens next..

Stay tuned! More on the way