I had been playing football with my friends for hours when I realized that the sun had already begun to set. With a startled mind, I realized that my dad would be home any minute now, and I still had no idea how I was going to explain why I came late home.
I was late because my friends dragged me to one last football match before I leave for college next week. But I’m sure my dad won’t understand that. Everything I do is a waste of time for him.
Panic began to rise in my throat as I sprinted toward our house, my feet pounding against the pavement. As I rounded the corner, I saw my house come into view, the red-painted roof glowing warmly against the backdrop of the setting sun.
I quietly walked in and closed the door softly, making it sure that it doesn't create any sound. I quietly walked towards my room when I heard a familiar voice coming from within my parents' bedroom. It was my mother, and she was speaking in a low, sultry tone that sent shivers down my spine.
My heart pounding in my chest as I pressed my ear against the wooden door. As I listened carefully, I hear muffled sounds coming from inside - moans, gasps, the slapping of skin against skin. Fear and curiosity gripped me at the same time. Immediately, I realized something was wrong. And then I heard what they were saying.
"Yes, Mohanjeet," she whispered.
Her voice barely audibles above the sounds of creaking and squeaking of the bed, coming from inside the room.
"Just like that...oh, yes..." Mom said.
Mohanjeet? Mr. Mohanjeet? What is he doing here at this time, I thought to myself. He is my mom's cooking instructor. He is teaching mom how to cook continental dishes for past two months.
I listened harder, straining to hear their conversation over the squeaking noises.
"Oh, Rina," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're so wet...so hot..."
My heart raced as I realized what was happening. My mother, Rina, was having sex with Mohanjeet, her cooking instructor. I felt a mixture of shock, betrayal, and confusion.
Slowly, ever so quietly, I turned the handle and pushed the door open just a crack. And that's when I saw them. My mom, Rina, naked on all fours, her rounded bottom thrust into the air. And standing behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly, was her cooking instructor, Mohanjeet. His massive, bare chest heaving as he pumped into her, his muscles flexing with each thrust.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This wasn't supposed to happen. But there they were, lying on my parents' bed, in doggystyle position. Mohanjeet's hands gripped mom's hips cheeks possessively as he thrust into her. Her head thrown back in ecstasy, mom arched her back, meeting his thrusts with equal pressure, right before my eyes. I wanted to scream, to shout at them to stop, but something held me back.
As I stood there, frozen in shock, Mohanjeet's thrusts became faster and harder. His big, fat cock slid in and out of my mom's wet pussy with ease, hinting that it wasn't their first time. His muscular arms strained as he held her tightly, his dark brown, tanned skin gleaming with sweat. My mom let out a moan, her head thrown back as she arched her back, offering herself up to him.
And then suddenly he grabbed her breasts, squeezing them like a squeaky toy. His dark, hungry brown eyes met hers in the mirror above the bed, and he leaned forward, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. He rolled it between his teeth, sucking hard as she cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily against his.
As their wild lovemaking continued, I found myself unable to move my eyes away from them. The sight of my mother's bare back, glistening with sweat, her moans of pleasure filling the room...it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
