Adultery My Hot Mom Fucked By This Strong Man.

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Hello, friend, this is my first story on this forum. My name is Karan, I want to narrate to you a hot story that happened few years ago, a moment so vivid it feels as though it happened only yesterday. It’s the story of how I discovered my mother, entangled in a scandalous affair with a very strong man. We were a blissful family, living in a charming two-story house nestled in a lively neighborhood of Mumbai, where the scent of street food and the hum of rickshaws filled the air. 

My father, Anil, was a diligent employee at an export company, often working late into the night to provide us with a comfortable life. My mother, was the heart and soul of our home, a woman who radiated warmth, always preparing my favorite dishes like creamy butter chicken, packing my college lunch with meticulous care, and helping me with my math homework under the soft glow of our dining room lamp.

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Her boobs were full and round, sitting high on her chest, impossible to ignore. Her waist curved in perfectly, leading to wide hips and thick, strong thighs that moved smoothly with every step.
Her ass was her best feature, measuring about 45 inches, plump and firm like two ripe peaches perfectly placed. 

It had a slight jiggle when she walked, catching every eye in the room. Her curves were a result of her active lifestyle and healthy eating, a body she worked hard to maintain. Men in our town were jealous of my dad, Anil, because of Sonia’s beauty. 

Some whispered about her, their eyes filled with envy, and a few even seemed like they’d do anything, even hurt Dad, to get close to her. But Dad never let their jealousy bother him, trusting Mom completely.

Dad was a hardworking man, always tied up at the textile company where he worked day and night. He wasn’t the most handsome, but he was kind and steady, with a quiet charm that won Mom over years ago. His job kept him away from home a lot, but he was proud of his work. Dad’s birthday was coming up, and he wanted it to be spectacular, like he always did. 

He booked a big hall in town, with tall ceilings and shiny floors, perfect for a grand party. He planned every detail, from the food to the decorations, to make it a night everyone would talk about.

Mom was excited about the party. She loved dressing up and seeing friends, her eyes lighting up as she talked about her outfit. She spent days picking the perfect look, eager to shine at Dad’s big event. 

On the day of the birthday, Mom chose a pinkish trouser and top, her favorite outfit. The fabric hugged her body like a glove, showing off her curves in all the right places. Her boobs looked full and pushed up, the top stretching just enough to highlight their shape without going too far.

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By the way my mom's name is Sonia. Let's continue with the story.

Mom chose this outfit deliberately, wanting to feel beautiful and confident. Her plump butt looked hot and fleshy, like a juicy fruit begging to be noticed, the trousers clinging tightly to every curve. 

Her thick thighs stood out, strong and smooth, making her whole look absolutely stunning. The event kicked off early, around 6 p.m., and by 9 p.m., Dad had already cut the cake. 

The hall was buzzing with people chatting in small groups, soft music playing in the background. The air smelled of flowers and food, and the dim lights gave the place a warm, cozy feel.

I was hanging out with my schoool friends near the dessert table, joking about schoool and teachers. I glanced over and saw Dad talking to a man I didn’t recognize, his muscles bulging under his shirt. He was tall, with a sharp jawline and arms like tree trunks, looking strong and important. 

Mom wasn’t with them; she was probably off with her own friends, catching up. I was curious about this guy, wondering why he seemed so close to Dad. I wanted to know who he was and what made him stand out.

Rohan, my friend, nudged me, his eyes wide.

Rohan - “Karan, your mom looks incredible tonight. That pink outfit is something else. How does she always look so good?”

Sameer - “Yeah, man, she’s like a movie star. That look is fire. Everyone’s staring at her.”

Me - “That’s just how Mom is, guys. She’s got style like no one else. People are always jealous of my family because of her.”

I spotted Mom across the room, her pink outfit glowing under the lights. She saw Dad talking to the strong man and hesitated, her lips pressed together like she wasn’t sure about going over. After a moment, she straightened her shoulders and walked toward them, her hips swaying, her radiant skin catching every eye. 

I followed, curious about this guy and why he seemed so important. As I got closer, I heard Dad’s voice, loud and excited.

Dad - “Sonia! There you are! Come here, I want you to meet someone special. This is a big night, after all.”

Mom - “Anil, you’re making a fuss over nothing. I was just chatting with my friends. Who’s this you’re so excited about?”

The man turned to Mom, his eyes locking onto her. He looked her up and down, from her tight top to her curvy hips, his gaze intense and focused. It was like Dad wasn’t even there, his attention completely on her.

Dad - “Sonia, this is Mr. Pranav, my supervisor at the company. He’s been a huge help at work. I’m lucky to have him as a friend too.”

Pranav - “Sonia, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Anil’s told me about you, but you’re even more stunning in person. I can see why he’s so proud of you.”

Mom’s cheeks flushed, but she kept her smile steady.

Mom - “Thank you, Pranav, that’s very kind."

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Pranav’s eyes dropped to Mom’s boobs for a moment, then back to her face.

Pranav - “A few years now, working together at the company. Anil’s a good man, but meeting you makes this night special. You really light up this party, Sonia.”

Dad - “Pranav’s the boss, Sonia. He runs things at the company, keeps us all in line. I’m glad he could come tonight.”

Mom - “That sounds like a big job, Pranav. It must be tough managing everyone. Do you enjoy being in charge?”

Pranav leaned closer, his eyes still roaming her figure that was hidden in her pink dress.

THIS IS MY MOM SONIA WHO WORE THIS DRESS THAT NIGHT AT MY DAD'S BIRTHDAY

(THAT'S HER FAVORITE COLOR, PINK)

Pranav - “It’s a challenge, but I like being in control. Keeps things exciting, especially when I meet someone like you. This party’s a nice break from work.”

I stepped closer, wanting to join in. Dad noticed me and waved me over, his face proud.

Dad - “Karan, come here! Meet Mr. Pranav, my boss at work. He’s someone you should know.”

Pranav turned to me, extending his hand. His grip was strong, his hand huge, at least four times the size of mine, showing his power. Even as he shook my hand, his eyes flicked back to Mom.

Me - “Hey, Mr. Pranav, nice to meet you. Dad talks about work a lot, but I’ve never met you. You seem like a cool guy.”

Pranav - “Good to meet you too, Karan. You’ve got a great family here. Your mom’s making this night pretty special.”

Mom - “Karan’s a good kid, always curious. He’s probably got better things to do than hang with us. Right, Karan?”

I nodded, sensing a strange vibe but not sure what it was.

Me - “Yeah, I’m gonna go find my friends now. They’re probably eating all the cake. Nice meeting you, Mr. Pranav.”

Pranav - “Have fun, kid. Stick around, though; this party’s just getting started. Your mom’s got my attention for now.”

I walked away, my mind full of questions about Pranav. His huge hands and muscular build showed how strong he was, clearly Dad’s powerful boss. The way he stared at Mom, like she was the only person in the room, made me wonder if she noticed it too

Pranav was ugly, his face rough with a crooked nose that seemed to have been broken once or twice, and a heavy brow that cast a shadow over his small, piercing eyes. 

His skin was pockmarked, scarred from years of neglect, and his uneven teeth flashed when he smiled, giving him a harsh, almost menacing look. 

I couldn’t help but wonder why ugly men like him always seemed to have so much money and power, as if wealth could smooth over their flaws in the eyes of the world.

I left Pranav and Mom with Dad and rejoined my friends, diving into a lively game of hide and seek inside the grand hall. 

The music had turned loud, a pulsing mix of Bollywood hits and party anthems that vibrated through the polished marble floors. 

The bass thumped like a heartbeat, and the high notes bounced off the crystal chandeliers, filling the air with an electric energy that made everyone move a little faster, laugh a little louder. 

The hall itself was a spectacle, with golden curtains dbangd along the walls, fairy lights twinkling like stars, and tables covered in white cloth, each adorned with vases of fresh roses that scented the air with a sweet, floral warmth.

Sameer grabbed my arm, shouting to be heard over the music.

Sameer - “Karan, let’s take this outside for hide and seek! It’s too loud in here, and the garden’s got better spots to hide. Come on, it’ll be fun!”

Karan - “No way, Sameer, I’m staying right here. This music’s got me hyped, and I love the vibe inside. You go ahead, I’ll catch you later.”

Sameer - “Fine, suit yourself, man. Don’t get lost in this crowd, alright? I’ll be out there if you change your mind.”

I stayed in the hall, weaving through the sea of guests with my other friends, Rohan and Arjun, as we played hide and seek. 

We darted between tables, ducked behind the towering dessert display stacked with colorful pastries, and hid behind the heavy velvet curtains that framed the tall windows. 

The hall was packed with people, their voices a constant hum beneath the music, their laughter rising in bursts. Men in sharp suits and women in bright sarees and dresses mingled, their jewelry glinting under the chandeliers.

But none of the women came close to my mom’s beauty. Sonia’s radiant skin glowed like polished amber, and her curvy figure, wrapped in that pinkish trouser and top, moved with a confidence that made every other woman seem ordinary. 

Their outfits were nice—silk sarees, embroidered lehengas—but they lacked the effortless sparkle Sonia carried, the way her every step drew eyes like a magnet.

I noticed the other women watching her, their eyes sharp with envy as they whispered behind their hands. Some adjusted their own dresses, trying to stand taller, but they couldn’t match Mom’s natural glow. 

Her bold choice of fitted trousers instead of traditional sarees set her apart, and her friendly smile only made her more magnetic, like a queen holding court without even trying. 

The envy was palpable, a quiet tension in the glances they shot her way, as if they wished they could steal a fraction of her charm.

While hiding during the game, I slipped away from the main floor and climbed a spiral staircase to a balcony overlooking the hall. The bird’s-eye view was breathtaking, the crowd below a colorful mosaic of movement and light. 

The chandeliers cast a golden glow, making the scene feel like something out of a movie. I leaned against the polished wooden railing, scanning for Mom and Dad, curious about where they’d gone after I left them. 

My eyes found Dad first, standing in a corner with a group of his friends, their laughter loud even from up here. He was animated, waving his hands as he told a story, his face lit up with joy. 

Dad was always friendly, his warmth drawing people in, and I figured he’d probably excused himself from Pranav to catch up with these guys, old buddies from the textile company or maybe even college.

But where was Mom? I scanned the crowd, my eyes darting over the sea of faces, past the women in their glittering sarees and the men clinking glasses of juice and wine. 

Pranav and Mom weren’t where I’d left them, near the center of the hall. I leaned further over the railing, squinting to spot them. 

Finally, I saw them, tucked away in a quieter corner where a few plush sofas were arranged for guests to sit and chat. The sofa they sat on was large, upholstered in deep burgundy velvet, with golden tassels along the edges that caught the light. 

Mom and Pranav weren’t sitting close, a respectable distance between them, but their body language told a story. 

Mom sat with her legs crossed, her pink trousers pulling tight against her thick thighs, which seemed to expand as she settled into the soft cushion. 

Her top clung to her curves, accentuating her full boobs, and her radiant skin shimmered under the dim glow of a nearby lamp. 

She looked so beautiful, like a painting come to life, and I felt a surge of pride that she was my mom.
In her hand, she held a tall glass of watermelon juice, her favorite drink, the vibrant pink liquid catching the light. 

I knew it was her favorite because she always ordered it at parties, saying it was refreshing and reminded her of summer days. Earlier, I hadn’t seen her with a drink, so I figured Pranav must have ordered it for her. 

Mom was sometimes shy around men, knowing her beauty drew their attention, and she often avoided long conversations to keep them from flirting. 

But with Pranav, she seemed different—comfortable, relaxed. Maybe it was because he was Dad’s supervisor, a powerful man who ran the textile company where Dad worked. 

His authority probably made her feel safe, like she could talk to him without worrying about crossing a line.

Mom was smiling, her laugh soft but genuine as she leaned slightly toward Pranav, her eyes bright. Pranav’s gaze never left her, his small eyes fixed on her face, her curves, her every movement. 

The watermelon juice was a sign he was getting to know her, paying attention to her likes, which made him seem like a gentleman despite his rough appearance. 

I could tell he was studying her, noting every detail, like how she tilted her head when she laughed or how her fingers traced the rim of her glass.

Pranav’s Thoughts: Wow, I never knew this bastard Anil had such a treasure of a wife. Sonia’s curves are unreal, those thighs spreading out on that sofa, pulling me in like a moth to a flame. I’m jealous of Anil, but I’ll make sure she notices me tonight.

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I felt good seeing Mom with company, talking to Pranav and seeming at ease. She wasn’t alone, and it was nice to see her laugh with someone, especially a man as important as Pranav. 

My eyes darted back to Dad, who was still with his friends, laughing loudly, his voice carrying over the music. He seemed so caught up in his conversation, completely unaware of Mom and Pranav in their quiet corner.

When I turned back to them, I caught a glimpse of Pranav leaning closer to Mom. His hand reached out, gently brushing something off her cheek—a spot of something, maybe a bit of food or dust. 

He smiled as he did it, his fingers lingering for a moment before he parted a strand of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. I didn’t mind; Mom was like a queen, and small gestures like that seemed natural for someone as radiant as her. 

Dad was so blessed to have her, a woman who could have easily been swept up by another rich man. My mom's beauty, her charm, her confidence—they were the kind that powerful men chased after, the kind that could have landed her with someone wealthier than Dad if fate had gone another way. 

Dad wasn’t rich, just a hardworking employee, but Mom chose him for his heart, not his wallet.
As I watched, Pranav leaned in again, this time whispering something in Mom’s ear. He spoke for a full minute, his face close to hers, his voice too low for me to hear from the balcony. 

His body angled toward her, one hand resting on the sofa, his broad shoulders blocking her from the rest of the room. When he pulled back, Mom’s face went blank for a second, her expression unreadable, like she was processing what he’d said. 

Then, slowly, a smile spread across her lips, but it felt fake, forced, like she was trying to keep things polite. Her eyes didn’t light up the way they usually did, and her lips pressed together tightly, betraying a hint of discomfort. 

Pranav, unfazed, reached out again, parting another strand of her hair, his fingers brushing her cheek as he smiled, his ugly face softening with a charm that seemed practiced.

I kept watching, caught up in their interaction, when suddenly Rohan’s voice broke through.

Rohan - “Karan, got you! You’re terrible at hiding, man. What are you doing up here staring at everyone?”

Me - “Oh, I just got distracted, Rohan. I was looking at the crowd, you know, checking out the party. Look over there—see Mom and Pranav? He’s totally into her.”

Rohan - “Whoa, you’re right, he’s glued to her! Your mom’s way hotter than my mom, Karan, no contest. She’s like a superstar down there.”

Me - “Yeah, man, everyone’s always into my Mom. Pranav’s the big boss at Dad’s company, and look how he’s hanging on her every word. She’s got that magic, you know?”

Rohan - “It’s just a normal conversation, though. Your mom’s cool, handling a guy like that. Pranav’s lucky to even talk to her. Your mom is way more interactive which is nice to see for such a beautiful lady, your dad is very lucky Karan”

We moved away from the balcony, heading back to the game, but my mind stayed on Mom and Pranav. I knew Pranav was talkative, no wonder he’d pulled Mom into his orbit. 

When Mom got comfortable with someone, she could talk for hours, her friendly nature taking over, her laugh filling the air. But then I noticed something…


The party was alive, the crowd denser, the laughter cutting through the air, the scent of roses and perfume thick and heady. Rohan was already scheming our next hiding spot, yanking my arm toward the dessert table, but my thoughts were stuck on Mom and Pranav. 

That moment on the sofa—Pranav’s hand grazing her cheek, his whisper, her forced smile—looped in my head like a film I couldn’t pause. Something felt wrong, like a note in the music that didn’t fit.

“Yo, move it, dude!” Rohan’s voice snapped me back. “You’re spacing out again. Let’s duck behind that giant cake display. No one’ll find us there.”

“Yeah, sure, I’m coming,” I mumbled, but I wasn’t into it. I’d been hooked on sex stories for ages—those hot, forbidden tales I’d sneak on my phone, the screen’s glow my only light in the dark. 

They lit me up, made me feel good, excited, thrilled, like my veins were buzzing with fire. Every story was a jolt, dragging me into a world of stolen looks and risky touches, where secrets burned hotter than anything. 




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The way men and women collided in those stories, the tension, the danger—it was electric. And now, watching Pranav’s eyes crawl over Mom, locked on her curves, that same thrill surged through me. 

I was ready for anything, like those stories had been prepping me for this exact moment. They weren’t just fantasies—they were a guide, and I could feel the plot unfolding right here.

I stole a glance back at the corner where Mom and Pranav sat, their heads still bent together, her watermelon juice glowing pink in her hand. The crowd swirled around them, but they were in their own world, like the party didn’t exist. 

Then I spotted Dad pushing through the guests, his face red from laughing with his buddies. He was heading straight for Mom and Pranav, his steps loose, like he was floating on good vibes. I stopped, watching as he reached them, his grin wide and warm.

Dad: “Hey, honey, Pranav! You two having fun over here?”

Mom: “Oh, Anil, you’re back! Yeah, we were just talking. Pranav was telling me about the new designs at the company.”

Pranav: “ Your wife’s a gem to chat with. Sharp, charming—she’s got it all. You’re one lucky guy.”

Dad: “You’re preaching to the choir. She’s my everything. So, Pranav, you liking the party? I saw you earlier with those board guys—looked like some heavy talk.”

Pranav: “Just work stuff, you know how it goes. But honestly, sitting here with your wife’s been the best part of my night. She’s got stories that could keep me hooked for hours.”

Mom: “Oh, Pranav, you’re too sweet. Anil, my love, where’d you disappear to? I thought you’d be glued to your friends till midnight.”

Dad: “Yeah, got caught up with the old crew my love, but I wanted to check on you two. Listen, I gotta step out for a bit. Ranjan just called—his car’s dead a few streets over, and he needs a lift. I’ll be back in, like, thirty minutes”

Mom: “Now, Anil? We’re in the middle of the party.”

Dad: “I know, honey, but Ranjan’s stuck. I can’t leave him there. You’ll be okay here, right? Pranav’s got you company.” 

Pranav: “Don’t worry, Anil. I’ll look after her. Go help your buddy.”

Dad leaned down and kissed Mom on the lips, a quick but soft kiss that made her cheeks glow pink. Pranav’s smile froze, his eyes narrowing as he watched them. 

Jealousy flashed across his face, his jaw tightening, his fingers digging into the sofa’s edge. Pranav had been staring at Mom all night, his gaze tracing her thighs, her curves, her radiant skin like he wanted to own her. 

He craved her attention, her sparkle, all for himself, and Dad’s easy love was a slap in the face. As Dad’s supervisor, Pranav’s money and power might get him respect, but they couldn’t buy the connection Mom and Dad shared, and that stung him deep. Pranav was jealous of my dad which was nice to see.

As Dad pulled away, Mom’s eyes flicked to Pranav, her face turning shy. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers shaky. 



In Mom’s Mind: "Ooh, noo, I can’t believe Anil kissed me in front of this man. It’s so awkward—Pranav’s been so kind, so focused on me, and now he’s right there watching Anil kiss me like that. I know Anil didn’t mean to make a scene, but it feels so personal, so out of place. 

What’s Pranav thinking? He’s Anil’s supervisor, for heaven’s sake. I should say something to ease the tension, but my cheeks are burning. Why did Anil have to do that now?"



In Dad’s Mind: "Pranav’s chatting with my wife, getting to know her—what a great way to build a connection. He’s my supervisor, and if he takes to her, that’s gotta be good for me, right? My wife is gorgeous, charming—he’s probably just enjoying her talks. I’m glad they’re getting along. Maybe this’ll help my next review or even my promotion. At least I know she’s in good hands while I sort out Ranjan’s mess. "


But Dad was dead wrong. Pranav wasn’t just “getting to know” Mom. His eyes screamed something else—raw, hungry, like he was memorizing every inch of her. 

The way he leaned in, his gaze sliding from her face to her full chest, her thick thighs spreading on the sofa—it wasn’t friendly. It was desire, pure and unfiltered. 

I’d read enough cheating sex stories to spot that look, the kind that came right before something forbidden kicked off. My pulse raced, the buzz of those stories flooding my veins. I had to hear what they were saying now that Dad was leaving.

I ditched my friend Rohan, muttering, “Gotta go, man,” and slunk through the crowd, dodging guests in shimmering sarees and crisp suits. I crouched low, using tables and curtains for cover, until I reached a big potted plant near their sofa. 

They didn’t notice me, too caught up in each other. Dad was already heading for the door, phone to his ear, vanishing into the night. Mom and Pranav were alone now, the burgundy sofa their private stage in the party’s chaos.

Pranav: “You and your husband Anil are something else. That kiss—damn, you two don’t hold back, do you? It’s rare to see a love like that.”

Mom: “Oh, um, thanks, Pranav. Anil’s always been like that, you know, affectionate. I didn’t expect him to… do that here.”

Pranav: “No need to blush. It’s refreshing, a couple so open. And can I just say—your style tonight stopped me in my tracks. Those trousers, hugging your curves like that? Bold move, and it’s working.”

Mom: “Thank you, but I just wear what feels good. It’s my style, you know? I dress for myself.”


Pranav: “And I respect that. Showing off those curves takes guts, and it’s paying off. You’ve got every guy in here stealing glances, me included.”


Friends, I’m telling you, Mom was totally lying when she said she wore those tight trousers for comfort. Women wear tight clothes for attention—trust me, I’ve seen it everywhere. At college, at the mall, all the time. Those outfits are meant to make heads turn, to pull eyes like magnets. And Mom’s look tonight? It was screaming for notice, and Pranav was eating it up.



I saw Pranav’s eyes keep dropping to Mom’s chest, her top stretched tight over her full breasts, the fabric hinting at their shape. I’m pretty sure Mom noticed too—her shoulders tensed, her arms crossing a bit, but she didn’t say anything. 




Maybe she was too shy, or maybe she didn’t mind. My stomach flipped, that thrill from my stories sparking again, the line between right and wrong getting fuzzy.

Pranav: “You know, with your husband gone for a while, we’ve got some time to talk, just us. No one bugging us.”

Mom: “Oh, sure, we can keep talking.”  Her face went blank, like she didn’t know what to say. She nodded slowly.

Pranav: “You should lean into that glow, you know. A woman like you—guys like me can’t help but notice. It’s a gift. You own this room.”

Mom: “That’s… nice of you. I don’t really see it that way. I just try to be me.”

Pranav: “And that’s why I’m jealous of your husband, I think he is just a fool. He’s got you—a woman who’s stunning, confident, radiant. He takes care of you, doesn’t he? Probably spoils you silly. If I were him, I’d worship you every damn day.”

Pranav: “I mean it Sonia. A woman like you should be cherished, every curve, every smile. Your husband lucky idiot, but I can’t help wishing I was in his shoes tonight.”

Pranav’s words were heavy, like he was laying a trap. He wasn’t just flattering her—he was probing, seeing how far he could push. Mom’s smile was polite but strained, her eyes flickering with unease. 

Pranav didn’t seem to notice—or care. He glanced around, like he was scanning for something, his hand twitching on the sofa. Then he leaned closer, his voice dropping.

Pranav: “This place is too loud for a real conversation. What if we find somewhere quieter? Just you and me. We could really connect.”

Mom: “Somewhere else? I… I don’t know. I should probably stay here. My husband Anil’s coming back soon.”

Pranav: He smiled, smooth as silk. “Come on, just for a few minutes. You’ll be back before he even notices. I promise.”

Pranav stood, offering his hand like some old-college gentleman, but his eyes were sharp, insistent. Mom hesitated, her gaze darting around, but she took his hand, letting him pull her up. 

Her pink trousers clung to her thighs as she stood, her curves standing out under the dim light. Pranav’s stare lingered, and that thrill hit me again, my heart hammering like it did in those stories. 

They started moving through the crowd, Pranav leading her with a tight grip on her hand, slipping between guests who were too busy dancing or laughing to care.

I was buzzing—God, so buzzed. This was my stories coming alive, every step they took pulling me deeper into the plot. Dad was gone, not back for a while, and the party roared on, the music pounding, the chandeliers sparkling like stars. 

People spun on the dance floor, their bodies a swirl of color and light. I had to know where they were headed. I had to see this through.

In Mom’s Mind: "Where is he taking me? I can’t believe I’m letting him hold my hand like this. It’s just a walk, isn’t it? He’s Anil’s supervisor, he’s being friendly… but this feels off. Why did I say yes? I keep checking behind me, hoping no one’s watching. What if someone sees us sneaking off? What if Anil comes back early? My heart’s pounding—I need to stay calm, but I don’t know what Pranav’s plans."

Mom kept glancing over her shoulder, her eyes sweeping the crowd, like she was scared of being spotted. I think she was worried about gossip—her beauty made her a magnet for whispers, and she knew it. Every step was careful, her free hand smoothing her top, her face torn between nerves and curiosity.

I started walking behind them, but then Sameer popped up, grabbing my arm. His face was shiny with sweat, grinning like a kid.

Sameer: “Hey Karan, where you hiding? We’re kicking off another round of hide and seek, and everyone’s waiting. Let’s go!”

Me: “Can’t right now, Sameer. I, uh, ate too many of those cream puffs, and my stomach’s messed up. Gotta hit the bathroom. I’ll find you guys later.”

Sameer gave me a look but shrugged, sprinting back to the others. I felt a twinge of guilt for lying, but I couldn’t miss this. I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the glares as I bumped into people. 

“Watch it, kid!” a guy in a tux growled, his drink sloshing. “Sorry!” I called, ducking under a woman’s arm. The hall was a jungle of bodies, the air heavy with laughter and perfume. 

I wove past the dessert table, its pastries sagging now, then the giant flower displays that half-blocked my view. My heart was slamming, the fear of losing them driving me on. I couldn’t let them vanish.

Finally, I caught sight of them near the back, heading for a small door tucked behind a velvet curtain. It was a sneaky exit, one most guests wouldn’t clock, leading to the garden or somewhere else. 

That corner was dead quiet—the party’s madness hadn’t touched it. I bolted for the door, my sneakers soft on the marble, and slipped through just as it clicked shut.

Outside, the air was crisp, the music a faint pulse. The garden sprawled out, dark and still, lit by fairy lights strung along the paths. I saw Mom and Pranav ahead, his hand still locked on hers, pulling her toward a knot of trees and bushes at the lawn’s edge. 

Mom’s hips swayed as she rushed to keep up, her tight trousers hugging her ass, shaking with every step. She kept looking back, her eyes wide, like she was terrified someone was watching. 

I think she was scared of being caught, of what it’d mean if anyone saw her slipping off with Pranav. Her beauty made her cautious—she knew how fast tongues could wag.

I crouched low, creeping slowly to stay hidden, my breath short. Were they playing some game? Heading somewhere secret? My mind spun with ideas, each one wilder than the last. 

I reached the trees, their shadows swallowing me, and peered around a thick trunk. Hardly anyone was out here—just a few couples wandering far off, too lost in each other to notice. Pranav moved like he knew this spot, his steps sure as he pulled Mom deeper into the dark.

They stopped behind a big tree, its branches heavy, blocking the faint fairy lights. Mom was panting, her chest heaving, her hand still in Pranav’s.

Mom: “Pranav, why… why are we here? I’m out of breath. What’s this about?”

Pranav:  “Just wanted a moment with you, away from all that noise. You’re too special to share with that crowd.”

Before she could answer, Pranav stepped in, his hands sliding to her waist. He pulled her close and kissed her, his lips crashing against hers. Mom didn’t move, didn’t push back, her body stiff like a statue. 




I was floored, my jaw dropping. I rubbed my eyes, blinking to make sure it was real. All those adultery and cheating sex stories I’d binged—late nights, heart racing, skin tingling—slammed into me. 

This was it. This was live. The scene was so hot, so raw, it seared into my brain. Pranav’s hands gripped her waist, squeezing her magnificent fat ass, his kiss deep, demanding, like he’d been starving for her all night. 

Mom’s lips parted just a fraction, her eyes wide, caught between shock and something I couldn’t pin down.

In Mom’s Mind: "Oh my God, he’s kissing me. Pranav, my husband's supervisor, is kissing me, and I’m just standing here. I should stop this, push him away, but my body’s frozen. It’s like a dream I can’t wake from. My husband Anil is out there helping a friend, and I’m here with his supervisor, letting this happen. What’s wrong with me? His hands are so firm on my ass squeezing it, his lips so forceful—it’s wrong, but it’s waking something in me. I haven’t felt this spark in forever. No, I can’t think that. I’m married. I love Anil. But why aren’t I stopping him?"


I couldn’t look away. The rush of those stories was nothing next to this—watching Pranav kiss my mom, his hands claiming her like she was his. My heart pounded so hard I thought they’d hear it. 

The garden was dead quiet, the party a far-off hum, and I was the only one seeing this secret, this taboo moment. I needed to know what came next, what line they’d cross. Those stories had trained me for this, and I was ready for anything.

Then he broke the kiss..............what followed shocked me even more...........

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CHARACTERS IN THIS EPISODE

Sonia- My Mom

Anil - My Dad

Pranav - My dad's enemy

Ranjan - My dad's other workmate.



Their lips moved with a slow, intense rhythm—Pranav’s forceful, claiming her, while Mom’s stayed soft, barely responding, caught in his pressure. Her lips parted slightly, trembling under his insistence, but her stillness screamed shock. 

The kiss dragged on, heavy and unrelenting, lasting a full two minutes—an eternity in the silent garden. It was so long, the air seemed to hum, the fairy lights casting a faint glow on their faces, turning the moment surreal. 







I couldn’t tear my eyes away, my pulse racing, the scene etching itself into my brain like a film I’d replay forever.




Finally, Mom broke the kiss, her chest heaving as she panted, stumbling back from Pranav. Her pink trousers shimmered in the dim light, her hands shaking as she pressed them to her thighs. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide, like she’d woken from a nightmare she couldn’t grasp.

Mom: “Pranav, we can’t do this. This is so wrong—completely unforgivable. I’m married to Anil, and he’s your employee. How could I let this happen? I need to go back inside, back to my husband, before this goes any further. I’m not this kind of woman, and I can’t believe I let it get this far.”



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Pranav: “Sonia, take a breath. It was just a kiss, a moment we both felt. Don’t run back to Anil like you owe him something. That man’s a fool who doesn’t even see you for what you are—a goddess, a woman who deserves to be worshipped. Why waste your time on a nobody like him?”

Mom turned away, her back to him, her shoulders rigid as she stared into the dark garden. She’d crossed a line—her first real sin, a betrayal that couldn’t be undone. Her mind was a storm of guilt and confusion.

Pranav: “You’re trembling, Sonia. Don’t torture yourself over this. Anil’s a pathetic nobody, you know that? He doesn’t deserve you. You deserve me, You’re out here with me because you feel something he can’t give you. That kiss wasn’t a mistake—it was real, and you know it.”

Mom: “Don’t talk about my husband Anil like that, Pranav. He’s a good man, a loving husband who’s always been there for me. You’re his supervisor—you’re supposed to respect him, not tear him down. I let you kiss me, and I’m disgusted with myself. I betrayed Anil, and I can’t live with that. I need to go back to him, to fix this before it destroys everything I’ve built with him. Please, just let me go.”


In Mom’s Mind: I’m a traitor. I let Pranav kiss me, and I didn’t stop him soon enough. My lips are still warm from his touch, and my heart’s pounding with guilt. Anil’s out there, helping a friend, trusting me, and I’m here, breaking his heart. I’m not a cheater, sneaking around in the dark. I need to find Anil, to make this right before it’s too late.


In Pranav’s Mind:  "I kissed Sonia, the woman who’s been driving me wild all night. Her radiance, her curves, that fire in her eyes—she’s everything Anil doesn’t deserve. He’s a clueless idiot, out there playing the good guy while I’m here, tasting what he’ll never appreciate. She didn’t pull away at first; she felt it too. I’m not stopping now. She’s mine, whether she admits it or not."

Mom: Still turned away, her voice trembling. “I’m so sorry, Pranav. This was a terrible mistake, one I’ll regret forever. I shouldn’t have followed you out here. I’m not the kind of person who does this. Anil loves me, and I love him. I need to go back to the party, to my life with him, before anyone notices I’m gone. This can’t happen again.”

Pranav: Stepping closer, his tone sharp, mocking. “Sorry? For what, Sonia? For feeling alive for once? Anil’s not worth your guilt. He’s a spineless grunt who thinks he’s hit the jackpot with you. I see him at work, acting like he’s somebody, but he’s nothing. He doesn’t worship you the way you deserve. You’re a queen, and he’s a pathetic peasant who got lucky. That kiss was more honest than anything you’ve got with him. Don’t lie to yourself—you wanted it as much as I did, and you’re still here because you want more.”

Mom: “Stop it, Pranav. You don’t know Anil. He’s kind, hardworking, and he’s never let me down. You’re twisting everything to justify this, but it’s wrong. I betrayed him, and I’m sick over it. I can’t believe I let you pull me into this mess. I’m going back to Anil, and we’re never speaking of this again. I mean it.”

Pranav: “You’re not running away that easy, Sonia. You felt that kiss, same as me. You didn’t push me away right away—you lingered, because you wanted it. Anil’s out there, oblivious, while I’m here, seeing you for who you are. He’s a joke, Sonia. A weak, ignorant fool who doesn’t even know his wife’s out here with a real man who can give her what she needs. Forget him—he’s nothing compared to what we could have.”











Mom stayed turned away, her silhouette stark against the fairy lights. Pranav moved behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders, firm but careful. She didn’t shrug him off, but her body was tense, like she was fighting a battle inside. The air crackled, heavy with unspoken truths.

Pranav: “You’re shaking, Sonia. Tell me what’s really going on. You’re out here with me, not with Anil. That means something. You can’t pretend you don’t feel this connection between us.”

Mom: “I feel sick, Pranav. I’m confused, ashamed, and I don’t know why I’m still here, listening to you tear down my husband. Anil’s my life, and I’ve already hurt him enough tonight. You’re his supervisor—you’re supposed to be his ally, not his enemy. I need to go back to the party, to my family, before I lose everything. Please, don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Pranav: “Your family? You mean that dull life with Anil, where he drags you to these parties and leaves you to fend for yourself? He’s weak, Sonia. He doesn’t even notice how every man in that hall wants you. I do. I see you, and I’m not afraid to say it. You deserve to be adored, not ignored by a loser who thinks he’s enough for you. You’re too good for him, and you know it.”

Mom’s shoulders slumped, her resolve wavering under his words. Pranav’s hands tightened, and he spun her quickly to face him. Their eyes locked, inches apart, and it felt like a scene from a movie—dramatic, intense, the kind where time slows down. 

Mom stared at him, her gaze searching his rough face. Despite his ugliness—the crooked nose, the pockmarked skin—she saw something: a raw confidence, a hunger that stirred her, even if it terrified her.

Pranav: “You’re not just Anil’s wife, Sonia. You’re a woman who deserves to be worshipped. Anil’s too busy playing the good guy to do it, but I’m here, ready to give you what he can’t. Let me show you how you should be treated, how a real man handles a woman like you.”

He leaned in and kissed her again, his lips softer, more deliberate, coaxing her. Mom didn’t resist, her hands still at her sides, her body leaning slightly into him. The kiss was brief but charged, sealing their secret. I watched, my breath shallow, and a twisted joy surged through me. 





My body reacted, a tightness in my pants, my heart racing with a sick happiness. I was glad Mom was cheating on Dad—those sex stories had warped me, made me think betrayal was thrilling, that Mom was right to seize this moment, to be more than a wife. It was wrong, but I believed it.

As Pranav pulled back, his eyes burning into Mom’s, he whispered something too low for me to hear. Then, with a gentle but firm push, he guided her downward. Mom knelt, her knees sinking into the soft grass, her face dazed, like she was caught in a trance.

Pranav: “Sonia, let’s keep this our secret. Undo my belt, now. We don’t have much time before Anil comes sniffing around like the clueless fool he is.”

Mom: Her voice faint, uncertain. “Pranav, what are you asking me to do? I don’t understand… I can’t do this. Please, let’s go back inside, back to the party. This has gone too far.”

In Mom’s Mind: "I’m betraying Anil, letting Pranav pull me deeper into this sin. My heart’s screaming to run, to find Anil, but I’m kneeling here, trapped in my own weakness. I’m pretending I don’t know what’s happening, but I do. I’m terrified, guilty, and I hate myself for not stopping this."

Pranav: “Don’t act innocent, Sonia. Anil’s not here, and he won’t be for a bit. Hurry up, or he might come back and see what his perfect wife’s really up to. You don’t want him knowing you’re out here with me, do you?”

Mom’s eyes darted toward the path where Dad had left, her gaze sweeping the darkness. For a moment, her eyes seemed to catch on my hiding spot behind the bush. 

I froze, my heart stopping, and ducked lower, praying she didn’t see me. I pressed myself into the leaves, holding my breath, my body trembling. If she’d spotted me, it would’ve been over—her shame would’ve crushed her, and I’d be caught, unable to explain why I was spying. 

But she didn’t call out, didn’t move closer. I think she sensed someone watching, a prickle of suspicion, but she looked away, and I exhaled silently.

My heart was still pounding when I heard a soft, wet slurping sound. At first, I thought it was the leaves rustling, a breeze in the garden, but the sound grew louder, rhythmic. I didn’t dare look yet, my mind racing. 

In My Mind: This can’t be what I’m hearing, can it? A blowjob? No way—Mom wouldn’t, not here. But that sound, it’s straight out of those stories, where things go too far. My heart’s going wild, and I want to look, but I’m scared it’s real. Is this actually happening?


I turned my head slightly, peeking through the leaves, and my jaw dropped. Mom was kneeling, her mouth open, moving steadily as she took Pranav in. His head was tilted back, a smug grin on his face, like he’d won a prize. 

His penis was massive—maybe ten and a half inches, thick with veins, the kind you’d see on a bodybuilder in those wild stories. The scene was unreal, erotic, like a fantasy ripped from my darkest dreams. Mom’s hands gripped his thighs, steadying herself as Pranav’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her back and forth.

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Pranav: “God, Sonia, you’re incredible. Keep going, just like that. You’re better than I ever dreamed. Anil’s got no clue what he’s missing, the pathetic idiot. He’s probably inside, bragging about his perfect life, while you’re here, giving me everything he’ll never have.”

Mom: Muffled, a soft hum. “Mmmmmmm…”


In Mom’s Mind: His cock is magnificent—so huge, so powerful, it’s like a work of art. Its size is breathtaking, thick and veined, a perfect specimen that commands my attention. It's filling my mouth. It’s a masterpiece, unlike anything I’ve ever encountered. But I’m betraying Anil, and that guilt cuts deep. I’m a terrible wife for being so captivated by Pranav’s dick, for letting it consume my thoughts.


She sucked with a smooth, practiced rhythm, her lips tight, her head moving like she knew what she was doing. It hit me—maybe she’d done this with Dad before, honed this skill in ways I never imagined. 

The thought twisted my mind, but I was happy for her, thrilled she was embracing something so raw, so bold. Those stories had messed me up, made me see her as a woman taking control, even if it was a betrayal.

The slurping sounds grew louder, faster. Pranav’s hand tightened, urging her to speed up. Mom obeyed, her movements quickening, her hands clutching his thighs.

 
In Mom’s Mind: His penis is phenomenal—so massive, so commanding, it's so tasty. But I’m a horrible wife, betraying Anil in the worst way. I’m ashamed of how much I’m drawn to Pranav’s cock, but it’s overwhelming.




Headlights flashed across the garden, and I froze. Ranjan’s car pulled up, its engine rumbling. My stomach sank—Dad was back, way too early. Fifteen minutes, not thirty. I glanced at Mom and Pranav, then at the car, where Dad and Ranjan stepped out, laughing like old friends.

Pranav: His voice low, venomous. “Sonia, look—Anil’s back already. The moron couldn’t even stay gone long enough to give us space. Keep going, don’t you dare stop.”



Mom: Her eyebrows shot up, her eyes flicking toward the path, but her rhythm didn’t falter, a muffled hum escaping. “Mmm…”


Pranav: “Look at him, Sonia. Anil, the spineless fool, laughing with his buddy like he’s king of the world. He’s got no idea his wife’s out here, giving me a good blowjob. I hate him, Sonia. I hate your husband because he has you. He’s a weak, ignorant nobody who thinks he’s got you locked down. You’re too good for him, and he’s too stupid to see it. Keep sucking, show him he’s nothing compared to me.”

Mom’s eyes stayed on Dad from behind the bushes, her gaze distant as she continued. Dad was clueless, his laughter echoing as he and Ranjan headed for the hall. 



Friends, my dad was such a fool for trusting Pranav. He thought they were pals, that Pranav was just being friendly with Mom. But I learned something—to get to your friend’s wife, you gotta make your friend trust you first. Pranav played Dad like a master. 

My dad thinks Pranav is a good friend and a supervisor. But in reality, he wants my mom. The best thing in this world is to be given a blowjob by another man's wife, just like how Pranav is being given blowjob by my mom. What a fool my dad is for trusting people. Aaah this is so hot!



In Mom’s Mind: Pranav's dick is breathtaking—so massive, so commanding, it’s like a sculpture of raw power. Its size is hypnotic, thick and veined, a perfect specimen that fills my senses. I’m a terrible wife for being so enthralled by Pranav’s cock, for letting it consume my thoughts.


Dad vanished into the hall, but Mom didn’t stop. Pranav’s hand guided her, his voice dripping with contempt. 

Pranav: “Anil’s gone inside, Sonia, but we’re not done. He’s probably looking for you, calling your name like a lost dog. Pathetic. You’re here with me, where you belong. Keep going, don’t let that loser ruin this.”







Minutes later, Dad reappeared, his voice cutting through the garden. “Sonia? Honey, where are you?” He sounded confused, maybe worried. Pranav laughed softly, his words venomous. 



In Pranav’s Mind: Anil, you sad little man. I hate you so much. Your wife’s mine now, giving me what you’ll never get again. You’re out there shouting her name, and I’m here, winning. I’ve wanted Sonia since I saw her, and now she’s all mine. This is just the beginning.


Pranav: “Hear that, Sonia? Anil’s desperate, running around like you’re his property. But you’re not, are you? You’re here, with me, doing what he’ll never know. He’s a joke, a nobody who doesn’t deserve you. Keep going, make him pay for his stupidity.”

Mom’s eyes closed, her face tight as Pranav moved faster, his grip relentless. He groaned, his body shuddering as he finished. He pulled back, breathing hard, and Mom leaned back, coughing, her face contorted with disgust. Pranav grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.


Pranav: “Swallow it, Sonia. Don’t spit. Prove you’re in this with me.”

Mom hesitated, her lips trembling, then swallowed, her expression pained, like she was fighting every instinct. 



In Mom’s Mind: What kind of a wife am I for swallowing his cum, another man's cum, I never swallowed even my husband Anil's cum. I am betraying Anil in the worst way. The taste of Pranav's cum lingers in my throat and tongue, and I’m ashamed of how much I was drawn to his dick.


I watched, my heart pounding, the thrill fading into something heavier. Those stories had made this seem exciting, but now it felt dark, like I’d seen too much. Mom stood, smoothing her trousers, her face pale as Dad’s voice echoed again, closer. “Sonia

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