Adultery Mother's Secret

[storywriter]

The college bus dropped me at the village center next to the tea shop, and i started the long walk of 3 kilometers to my home. After the stressful day in college, the peaceful walk by the small houses and the green fields and farms, through dense woods and over the hills and across streams felt relaxing. As the college had closed earlier today, the sun was still up and bright as i entered through the gate to our land and walked the final 5 minutes to the house.


The house was quiet when i pushed open the main door and came in. I dumped my bag in my room and went straight to the kitchen, calling for my mom. But i didn’t find her there. I was hungry. I drank a glass of water and came out from the back door and stepped towards the cow shed, calling even louder for mom. No answer. Glancing around in the cow shed, finding no glimpse of her anywhere, i went back inside the house and through every room, still no clue of her. I came out of the main door and on to the front yard, checking if i had missed her earlier. She was not there. Dad would be out in town this time of day, and mom usually does not go to the fields at this time, but since i could not find her anywhere else and being very hungry, i stepped out to the fields to find her.


I walked 5 more minutes along the muddy, rocky path through our fields, under the shade of huge ancient trees. A frog jumped across my path and vanished in the thick bushes surrounding the path. But no sign of my mom anywhere. I had reached a pond we use for irrigation, a small brick shed with tiled roof perched next to it. It was the pump house for irrigation. I was walking along by its side, when a strange sound made me stop suddenly.


Taken by surprise, i stood still and looked around silently. The sound came again, and this time i realized it’s coming from inside the pump shed. I listened. The sound came again, and again, rhythmic, low, soft, strange. I padded silently towards the window, and peeked through a gap in the bamboo wooden shutters.


My mom was inside, completely naked, sprawled under Shekhar from the next village who frequently comes to work in our fields.


I stood still, shocked, transfixed. 


Shekhar was on top of my mom, moving up and down, his hips thrusting into her. Both were naked, the hard lean dark brown body of Shekhar and the slim soft milky fair body of my mom. His feet and toes were rubbing against hers. His hands pressing her voluptuous shapely breasts. Their sweat mingling, their saliva mixing, as he pressed his mouth over her soft red lips.  Her hands were wrapped around his back, her nails digging into his skin and flesh, pulling him deeper into her.


I felt the sudden urge to barge inside and kill him. But my feet were frozen. I stood there hypnotized by the deep soft moans of pleasure coming from my mom. Watching their bodies move erotically entwined in deep lust.


After a few long moments, i suddenly came back to my senses and pulled myself away from there, and started walking back home with heavy legs and a heavy feeling in my chest, my head buzzing and empty. The moans faded as i walked farther away. And i became suddenly aware that i was rock hard.

[garamrohan]

A very apt start!!!

Just right amount of details be it scenary, context and actual sex act. It created such a hot and illicit vibe. You have got the skills to keep this believable.

I am big lover of this voyeur son genre, and I assure u, there are many here. But they are either hesitate to comment, or too short of words. But believe me bro, your story is on correct track: Small town/farm background, very beautiful mother, her affair with a ugly/contrasted man. You have ignited the fire. Eager to see how it goes.

[Aragon]

Nice start... Waiting for the next

[Praveen84]

Very good starting..... continue

[krantikumar]

Good start

[amzad2004]

Update please.

[Paty@123]

Good start,plz continue

[Saikarthik]

Nice start

[Aragon]

Any update??

[Hotyyhard]

please update

[tomdickharry2024]

What an erotic start!

[Paty@123]

Erotic start,plz continue, your frequent updates are highly appreciated

[storywriter]

I spent the next few hours in a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. Married women being unfaithful, having affairs was only a concept until then. Something that’s joked about with friends. Something that happens with other people, never can happen to us, at our own homes. Our women are good. Our women would never even dream of such a sin. That’s what we always thought. But my foundational beliefs had broken today. And strangely i was not depressed as i might have expected.


Mom had already come back home as if nothing had happened, but i was no longer hungry to eat anything. My father had come back from town and had finished taking a bath. I heard his voice from my room and came out to the kitchen. He was telling my mom that he is going to the temple tonight and will have his meals there. As an important person of the village, he was in the administrative committee of the village temple and it was not uncommon for him to go there on some days with special occasions, events and poojas and return after midnight after finishing his duties in the temple office.


But this evening i had a strange feeling when he was stepping out of the door, grabbing a bag from mom with fruits and flowers to offer at the temple, putting on his sandals and leaving the house. A part of me wanted to tell him not to go today and stay home. But something stopped me from uttering a word and i silently watched him go.


I was having my dinner in the kitchen soon. I had forgotten how hungry i was until then. But the food didn’t taste like it usually does. And there seemed to be something inside me- a hunger, a fire, a pit- that didn’t seem to quiet down, no matter how much i ate. My mom saw me looking at her from time to time, and finally she asked, “What happened?”


I said, “Nothing, why?”


“I don’t know, you have been quiet”.


“Oh? No, nothing... So, dad must be after midnight to return, no?”


My mom seemed to get lost in her own thoughts as she distractedly replied, “Hmmm, yes.. i think so.”


I was back in my room by 9:30, my usual bedtime. I turned off the lights and hit the bed, but sleep wouldn’t come. I tossed and turned, eyes closed, awake. When i opened my eyes and looked at the clock on the wall, it showed 10:10. I closed my eyes again and slowly started to drift into sleep. Pictures of my mom, Shekhar, and my father were all getting jumbled up when suddenly my eyes opened again. The clock showed 10:35.


I felt thirsty. I got up from my bed and silently walked to the kitchen, when i heard the sounds again. The same sounds from the afternoon. Yet, different. It was different because it was coming from inside our house. From the spare bedroom. The one we give to guests, which was empty these days. But it was not empty now.


But my parents room was empty. My mom was not there.


The sounds were hushed, muffled, urgent.


My feet carried me to the door of the spare bedroom, which was closed and seemed to be locked from inside.


I knocked.

[Paty@123]

Small update, little bigger is required, anyhow kindly update early

[Hotyyhard]

very small update need big one

[garamrohan]

I spent the next few hours in a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. Married women being unfaithful, having affairs was only a concept until then. Something that’s joked about with friends. Something that happens with other people, never can happen to us, at our own homes. Our women are good. Our women would never even dream of such a sin. That’s what we always thought. But my foundational beliefs had broken today. And strangely i was not depressed as i might have expected.


Mom had already come back home as if nothing had happened, but i was no longer hungry to eat anything. My father had come back from town and had finished taking a bath. I heard his voice from my room and came out to the kitchen. He was telling my mom that he is going to the temple tonight and will have his meals there. As an important person of the village, he was in the administrative committee of the village temple and it was not uncommon for him to go there on some days with special occasions, events and poojas and return after midnight after finishing his duties in the temple office.


But this evening i had a strange feeling when he was stepping out of the door, grabbing a bag from mom with fruits and flowers to offer at the temple, putting on his sandals and leaving the house. A part of me wanted to tell him not to go today and stay home. But something stopped me from uttering a word and i silently watched him go.


I was having my dinner in the kitchen soon. I had forgotten how hungry i was until then. But the food didn’t taste like it usually does. And there seemed to be something inside me- a hunger, a fire, a pit- that didn’t seem to quiet down, no matter how much i ate. My mom saw me looking at her from time to time, and finally she asked, “What happened?”


I said, “Nothing, why?”


“I don’t know, you have been quiet”.


“Oh? No, nothing... So, dad must be after midnight to return, no?”


My mom seemed to get lost in her own thoughts as she distractedly replied, “Hmmm, yes.. i think so.”


I was back in my room by 9:30, my usual bedtime. I turned off the lights and hit the bed, but sleep wouldn’t come. I tossed and turned, eyes closed, awake. When i opened my eyes and looked at the clock on the wall, it showed 10:10. I closed my eyes again and slowly started to drift into sleep. Pictures of my mom, Shekhar, and my father were all getting jumbled up when suddenly my eyes opened again. The clock showed 10:35.


I felt thirsty. I got up from my bed and silently walked to the kitchen, when i heard the sounds again. The same sounds from the afternoon. Yet, different. It was different because it was coming from inside our house. From the spare bedroom. The one we give to guests, which was empty these days. But it was not empty now.


But my parents room was empty. My mom was not there.


The sounds were hushed, muffled, urgent.


My feet carried me to the door of the spare bedroom, which was closed and seemed to be locked from inside.


I knocked.

What??? You knocked the door? This is not what I expected and this is going to be an unusual story .. waiting badly for your next update.

[Paty@123]

Update plz sir

[Dhamakaindia108]

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[opendoor]

[Givemeextra]

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