Moms New Instructor Final Part

A special thanks to my editor/friend Kenjisato for helping me out.

Disclaimer: This story is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. Story events and actions are not meant to harm anyone, or any groups believe, but to advance the plot. All the characters in the story are above 18.

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The story continues from the last scene.

By the time I came back, Dad was already home. As usual, he was mad at me for coming home late. I didn't argue or explain what had actually happened; instead, I just kept quiet and listened to his harsh words before he got tired, and told me to "Fuck off."

As I walked by the kitchen, I caught a glimpse of Mom. She looked quite happy and excited. I really wanted to confront her, but I didn't have the courage to do so.

I lay down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. My heart felt heavy, and slowly I started crying, knowing our life was ruined. Those thoughts kept floating in front of my eyes, like pictures. They were showing all the things that had happened in the past few hours.

I wanted to scream, shout, and... and ask, "Why did she do this to us?"

I clenched my fist in anger, and pounded it on the edge of the bed. I needed answers. I sat up and looked at our family photo on the wall. I was moving out on Monday, so I had three days on my hands to find out the truth.

At the dinner table, Dad told us that Grandma was under the weather, and he was worried that she hadn't seen a doctor yet; so, he planned to visit her, and he would go directly to her place from his office.

I didn't make a fuss about it, and Mom showed her fake concern and gave consent. I knew very well that she didn't like her mother-in-law, and probably, deep down, Mom was happy to know she was sick.

"Stop staring at your food and finish it." Mom said, looking at me with narrow eyes.

Hearing her voice made my blood boil. My eyes were glued to my plate, but inside, I was raging with anger. It was tough to control myself, to hold my sanity, to fake a smile in front of all of the lies.

I bit my lip, and said, "Mom, can you pass the salt?"

I slowly looked up; our eyes met, and there it was-- her carefree smile that hid the truth.

"It's already well seasoned with salt; adding more will just ruin the taste," Mom said, concernedly.

Just like you, who has ruined our family? I thought to myself. I didn't say a word to her and slowly lowered my head. A few seconds later, I stood up to leave.

Mom quickly looked up from her plate, and said, "What happened?"

"Just tired! I'm not feeling hungry," I answered, softly.

I could have come up with a better excuse, but I was too exhausted to think straight.

"Here we go again," Mom said, rolling her eyes. "Have you ever imagined how much time and effort it takes for me to prepare all this?"

Mom looked at Dad, maybe she was expecting some kind of reaction from him. But Dad said nothing; maybe he was thinking about Granny and was too overwhelmed to discipline me.

Mom calmed her voice, and said, "Jinu, please, don't do this. Leaving your food like this brings a bad omen to the family."

My heart pounded as she said the word 'family.' The one person who is destroying the family was worried about its well-being; what a hypocrite.

Mom got up from her chair and held my arm. She gently pulled me towards my seat and made me sit. She then gently caressed my head and said that we should cherish this time together, as after I am gone, she would miss our family dinners.

My heart felt heavy, and my eyes filled up. Our eyes met for a brief second before darting away. My heart wanted to scream to say that she was a cheating whore, and all of this was just a facade. But all I could do was to fake a sloppy smile and finish my dinner.

Mom kissed my forehead and resumed her seat. She looked happy, but I wondered if she would be this happy if she knew that I had seen her dirty deeds.

That night, I couldn't sleep. It was one of the toughest nights of my life. I had several thoughts and questions, and I was asking who was wrong. I kept on asking myself, "Will it all end up like this, or did I have a slight chance of saving my mother?"

After several arguments with myself, I came to the conclusion that something must have happened that led her to that path. I knew my mom; she couldn't just throw everything away. She must have been provoked, or maybe brainwashed, by that sleazy bastard. I was sure

that deep down, somewhere in her heart, she must have been regretting her choice.

I had made up my mind, I needed to save my mom, save her from my father's wrath. To show her that she still had time. To save my parents' marriage, and our lives, I needed to confront her. To show her the truth and save her from that son-of-a-bitch master. To do all of this, I needed solid proof of her affair.

Luckily, I didn't have to do much to find out.

The next morning, at around seven-forty-five, when I came down from my room, I saw Mom's phone on the kitchen counter. She was busy helping Dad with last-minute checks before he left for the weekend.

I saw my opportunity and quickly grabbed her phone and rushed to the washroom. Her phone was locked, but luckily, there was a faded smudge on the screen that drew a Z-pattern.

It felt like luck was on my side. I hurriedly unlocked her phone and started checking her social media apps. Mom mostly used Facebook and WhatsApp. I didn't find much on Facebook, but as I opened her WhatsApp, I found a freshly deleted series of chats between Mom and Mohanjeet. There was one last text that was sent early in the morning, around six o'clock. Maybe she hadn't had the time to delete that last one.

After scrolling down, I saw all their old chats had been deleted. Actually, she had deleted all her old chats with everyone she had talked to in the last month. Maybe it was a trick, to hide the obvious doubts about why she deleted her and Mohanjeet's conversation.

The last undeleted text was enough for me to know what they were cooking. The text was sent by my mother. It said-- 'Tonight at 8 PM then.'

It was clear that they had made plans for the nigh. I looked in the mirror and thought about my next move. I knew if they had made a plan, it meant that Mom had already thought of a way to get me out of the house for the evening. There was no way in hell that she was brave and bold enough to bring her fuck buddy into the house in her son's presence.

After Dad left, Mom went to the balcony for her morning yoga, and I went to my room. After some quick thinking, I came up with a plan. I called my friend Niraj and asked if he could lend me one of his spy cameras for a day.

Around ten in the morning, when Mom was in the shower, Niraj came and handed me the cam. Niraj was a cool guy; he didn't care to ask why or what I would do with the cam.

My plan was simple-- to get some proof. I set up the camera in my parents' bedroom, right on top of the air conditioner. After that, when Mom came back from her shopping, I told her that some of my friends were throwing a small party at their house and I was invited, and that I would stay there for the night.

Mom looked worried at first, but then I knew, deep down, she was joyful to know that she didn't have to do much to get me out of the house. To seal the deal, I added my timid tone as I started to convince her.

After she was convinced, I faked an excited smile and hugged her. She laughed and hugged me back. That warm and lovely hug felt like the coldest thing in the world to me. We both smiled, but deep down, our motives were as twisted as they could get.

At around five in the evening, I left the house. Before leaving, my mom warned me in a concerned tone not to drink or to do drugs. There was a brief moment of pause before she started laughing, knowing that I was too naive to do those sorts of things.

I went to a park that was close to my house, and waited there for the right time. The anticipation was killing me; the waiting was agonizing. Each tick of the watch echoed in my mind like a countdown to a time bomb.

Saturday night, my watch read 8:00 PM--time to move.

I rushed to my house; as I was turning onto our street, I saw Mohanjeet's bike parked in front of our house. I quickly and quietly went to our backyard, and from there, I saw my parents' room balcony. The glass sliding door was locked, and the curtains were drawn; a soft light was emanating from behind the curtains.

They were already in the room. I slowly walked to the front door, and used the extra key to get in. The house felt eerily quiet, with the occasional giggling of two souls. I slowly tiptoed to my room, holding my breath. I slowly swung open my room's door and quietly walked in.

I turned on my laptop and started the live recording. The hidden camera displayed their every move clearly on my screen. I was in, and my plan was in motion. They were seated on the edge of the bed. Mom's giggles floated through the cheap microphone of the camera like radio static, followed by Mohanjeet's gruff voice.

Mohanjeet took Mom's hands, putting them on his lap, and started to squeeze them softly. Mom's head rested on his left shoulder, and she was getting all lovey-dovey. My stomach twisted in knots as I watched them.

"Where did you send Jinu for the night?" Mohanjeet asked.

"That's it!" Mom said excitedly.

"What?" Mohanjeet exclaimed.

Mom turned around and looked into his eyes, and said, "I didn't send him anywhere."

Mom paused for a moment and bit her lip. There was a clear sign of amusement in her expression, as if she had been very fortunate.

"Oh, you won't believe it, this afternoon Jinu came to me on his own and said that a friend of his had planned a small house party and he was invited. And the cherry on top, he would do a night stay at his house," Mom explained."

Mohanjeet looked at her and gave a smirk.

Mom pushed him with a light smile.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Do you really believe he went to a house party?" Mohanjeet asked in a deep tone.

A sudden chill ran down my spine. I swallowed hard; my breathing became heavy. It felt like he had seen through my plan.

Mom's smile disappeared, and a concerned look appeared on her face. She went quiet for a moment; her eyes looked worried and tense.

"What are you saying?" she asked, softly.

"Who knows? He may have gone out with his girlfriend in the name of a house party and maybe in the name of a night stay; he will take her to some hotel and have sex with her," Mohanjeet said, with a sardonic smile.

I bit my lip in anger at the sheer audacity of this man. He thought everyone was like him-- dirty and twisted.

Mom burst out in laughter, and started laughing uncontrollably.

I didn't understand what knee-slapping joke he had said that made Mom laugh like that. Mohanjeet raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a mocking smile.

"Mono, I can tell you that he can do drugs, kill someone, but he can't seduce a girl," Mom said, while chuckling. "He can't look a girl in the eyes, and you are saying he's going to open a girl's bra?"

Her words cut me like a knife; hearing your own mother talking like this about me, behind my back, really hurt. They both started laughing, mocking me for being a soft and shy boy.

My eyes teared up, but I somehow held them back.

"But I have to say one thing, Rina. How come a sexy, hot, and sensual woman like you has such a dumb-looking, introverted-type boy?" Mohanjeet asked, in a mocking tone.

"Who knows how he turned out like this!" Mom exclaimed, in a nonchalant tone with a grimacing smile.

To be honest, I knew she had never liked the way I had turned out. But she had never said a word about it, so hearing what she really thought about me, made me feel at ease. At least she wasn't sugarcoating her words.

Mom grabbed Mohanjeet by his chin and pulled his face close to hers. Her long, painted nails dug into his shaved cheeks. Her eyes glazed with lust as she looked into his eyes.

Slowly and seductively, Mom said, "Are you going to talk about my son all night, or will you take off my bra, too?"

My heart raced as I realized they were about to fuck.

He grabbed her, squeezed her like a piece of soft, untouched marshmallow. Their lips met and they tumbled onto the bed.

Their hands roamed freely, groping each other's bodies like lustful, wild animals. As they kissed, they both started undressing. Mohanjeet started kissing her neck and chest, and then slowly moved to her breasts.

He grabbed them together and put her nipples in his mouth to suck them. She gasped and her chest puffed up. Her hands started to ruffle his hair as he kept on sucking on her nipples.

He clamped her nipples between his teeth, and said, "I will chew them like bubblegum." His tone was muffled and gruff.

After saying that, he started grinding her swollen nipples between his teeth. As I watched in horror, I saw her nipples slowly shine with his saliva. Mom moaned loudly, throwing her head back and closing her eyes in bliss.

"Ah, Mono, you will tear my nipples," Mom said, in a moaning voice.

After a few minutes of that grinding and sucking, Mohanjeet, with a loud slurping sound, released her nipples. Her breasts swung in the air for a few microseconds before settling down.

They changed their position to doggy-style. Mohanjeet removed his underwear and revealed his erect brownish-black dick. My stomach churned as I watched her raise her hips and spread her legs for him, welcoming his dick like a whore.

He grunted like a wild boar and plunged into her pussy. Mom moaned loudly with pleasure as he started pounding her. She gave a playful seductive smile before biting her lip. Her moans were so loud that it started getting distorted.

As I watched her, my mind filled with several questions. But one question that kept on popping up was that this was the woman who had taught me right from wrong, and her she was doing the most wrong thing I could possibly think of-- betraying her husband, my dad, in the most disgusting way possible.

They switched positions, this time to missionary. Mom's breasts bounced as she dropped her body on the bed. Mohanjeet thrust into her like a jackhammer, sending shockwaves of pleasure. Their eyes locked and Mom begged for more. Mohanjeet gave a depraved smile and pushed a pillow over her face. Mom gagged, but she didn't stop him. If anything, it seemed to excite her more. Seeing her enjoying this kind of treatment made me feel sick to my core.

Next, she straddled him in cowgirl position; her ass bobbed up and down as she rode him like a whore. Mohanjeet smacked her ass, leaving red handprints on her light brown skin. Mom leaned in, her breasts dangled in his face, and he took one of them into his mouth. He started sucking on it like a lollipop. She threw her head back as she screamed her pleasure.

After that, they took a break. They were panting and sweating. Mom got up and went to get some water from the kitchen. As she was leaving, Mohanjeet told to her to bring some oil; both of them shared a knowing, mischievous smile.

After Mom left the room, I realized she hadn't bothered to cover herself. She just walked out of the room fully naked. I heard her hard footsteps echoing outside my room. On the screen, I saw Mohanjeet pull his phone out and start clicking his nude selfies. A few seconds later, Mom came back. Her hips swung with excitement as she held out a cucumber and a bottle of coconut oil. She gave a slutty smile and tossed them at Mohanjeet.

"Oh, you naughty girl," he said, in a deep sensual tone. "What are we going to do with this?"

Mom slowly climbed onto the bed and crawled to him, took the cucumber from his hands, and said, "You will make my favorite ass salad with this." Her tone was soft and seductive.

I felt a mix of disgust and fascination as he lubricated the cucumber with coconut oil. Soon that oiled-up, massive cucumber would be inside my mom; the sheer thought of it made my body shiver.

After he was done oiling the cucumber, Mohanjeet again smacked Mom's ass, hinting her to get in position. Mom quickly bent over the bed, raised her ass in the air, and wiggled it, with a giggling smile.

Suddenly, my heart raced, and my hands felt numb. Mom looked back and smiled at Mohanjeet, who just smirked as he approached her ass. My senses were all heightened with anticipation. Without giving it a second thought, Mohanjeet pushed the cucumber into her anus.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. In all my life, I had never once thought that one day I would see my own mother getting her ass fucked with a cucumber. She gasped, but did not protest. Instead, she pushed back onto it, taking the cucumber deeper and deeper until it was all the way in.

Only the tip of the cucumber was visible, as the rest of it was inside her anus. I swallowed hard, as my own anus clenched upon seeing it. I had to hand it to her-- she was a natural at this, taking the cucumber like it was nothing.

Mohanjeet rubbed his dick before pushing it into her pussy. Her ass cheeks clenched around the cucumber as she moved her hips. I watched them in horror. I would not even have the words to explain how I was feeling. My heart felt heavy; for a second, I thought maybe I would puke.

The scene grew more and more depraved with every passing minute. Mohanjeet stopped his pounding and pulled out the cucumber from her anus with a wet popping sound. Then he slapped it against her wet dirty pussy, teasing her before pushing it back into her anus. Mom's eyes rolled back in pleasure, and she whimpered like a bitch.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me hard, babe!"

They resumed their fucking. The skin-slapping sound echoed in the room. Mom's moan grew so loud that I could hear it in my room without wearing my headphones.

The look in her eyes was something I had never seen before. She looked so carefree, so bold, as if there were no consequences of her actions. Mohanjeet increased his speed, making her quiver uncontrollably.

He bent down and began kissing her naked glistening back. His tongue slid down her neck and back, giving her pleasurable tickles. The scene felt so raw and intense that, for a second, it felt like I was invading their privacy.

Mohanjeet stopped his pounding and moved back. Mom collapsed on her side and turned her gaze to Mohanjeet. Both of them were breathing heavily. Mohanjeet quickly picked up his belt and made a makeshift collar. Mom bit her lip and narrowed her eyes, as she understood what was going on inside his head.

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, he tied the belt around my mom's neck. And tugged on the belt like a leash, and she yelled like a bitch.

"C'mon, bitch, let's go for a walk," he said, his voice thick with amusement.

Mom whimpered and nodded. She started acting like an obedient pet. She got off the bed and crawled across the floor like a bitch. My eyes bulged with rage as I watched her shredding her dignity.

She wiggled her ass, and her breasts jiggled like two massive udders, ready for milking. Mom barked like a bitch and rolled on the floor. She pulled her tongue out and started licking his feet. Mohanjeet took his phone out and started recording her, as she kept on entertaining him.

He pulled the leash and led her over to the nightstand. A chilling fear ran down my body as I felt the hunch of what was about to happen. Mohanjeet slowly pointed his finger over Dad's framed photo. Mom paused, a look of realization dawning on her face.

With a wicked smile, she leaned in, and said, "Darling, today, I will show you what a badass woman I am."

She slowly took the frame and placed it on the floor. She then turned around and hovered her butt over dad's photo. She giggled and pushed out the cucumber from her anus. The cucumber slowly slid out of her tight asshole, like a log of shit. It fell on the photo's face with a thud, and then bounced back to the floor with a trail of shit smeared.