Moms New Instructor

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.

My mom's pussy gripped Mohanjeet's cock like a vice, milking him for everything he had. And then, with a growl that came from deep within his chest, he came, released his hot cum deep inside her vagina.

Eventually, their movements began to slow, and I heard my mother's breath hitch as she climaxed.

"Oh, Mohanjeet," she gasped, her voice barely audibles now. "That was...that was amazing."

My mom's body jerked as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her nails digging into the bed sheet as she rode out the orgasm.

As Mohanjeet pulled his cock out, a stream of his cum and mom's pee mixture followed, trickling down mom's leg and onto the bed sheet. Rather than letting her wipe the cum from her vagina, he turned her face towards him and dived in for a last kiss.

"You're so fucking tight," he panted, his dark brown eyes boring into hers.

"You are so much better than my husband." My mom said while smiling at him.

"And you were better than my wife." Mohanjeet said while making a funny face at her.

Mom burst out of laugh and Mohanjeet followed. Mom gave cheerful slaps on his left thy, appreciating him for giving her a good time in bed. Monojet dropped beside her, face down on the pillow. Their eyes met for one more time, mom cheeks flushed as her breath came in ragged gasps.

They stayed there like that for sometimes before making their next move. Then without another word, mom climbed off the bed, grabbed a napkin from the nightstand, and wiped the cum and pee mix from between her legs and vagina.

She tossed the napkin into the dustbin after rolling it up. She walked towards the mirror and gazed at her curves and then looked at the wall clock.

Mom then quickly bent down to pick up her saree and blouse from the floor. Her sweaty body reflected the white ceiling light as her body moved.

"Get up, it's already 6:40pm. They can come any minute now." Mom said while picking Monojit's clothes from the floor.

"Seven more minutes babe, please!" Mohanjeet pleaded.

"No! No! No!" Mom said while throwing Mohanjeet's clothes on his face. "You better leave before I return from the shower."

It was my time to flee. Before she turned towards the door I ran. I quickly but carefully climbed down the stairs and ran out of the house. As I ran, I lost sight of my house.

When I stopped, I was standing in front of a light post. Gasping for air. I looked into my reflection in the puddle telling myself, my life would never be the same again.