English Sex Story My Mom is a Slut! Ft. Tamannah Bhatia
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Tamannah Bhatia
Character : Mother of Akash
Status : Married
Age : 38
Profession : Professor at a CollegeMy Mom is a Slut! Issue #1Genre : Milf, Netorare, Cheating, Cuckold.
Introduction:
I’m Akash, 19, just scraping through my 12th-grade exams with results that made me wince. Didn’t matter much, though—my parents are professors at a fancy engineering college, so I got a seat in CSE without breaking a sweat.
My mom, Tamannah, is a stunner at 38, looking like she could pass for my older sister. No one believes her age, not with that flawless skin, those curves that turn heads, and the way her sarees hug her body just right.
My dad, though? He’s pushing 50, graying, and bitter. They’ve been at each other’s throats since I was a kid, fighting over everything from money to who forgot to lock the damn gate. They’re not divorced, not officially, but Dad’s been relegated to the guest house out back. I live with Mom in the main house, and I’m fine with that.
She’s always been the one who gets me—buying me gadgets, slipping me cash for trips, making sure I’m sorted. Dad? He’s too busy criticizing my grades or ignoring me to care. I stopped trying with him years ago.
Four Years Ago:
It was just another high school day, or so I thought. Mom was in the kitchen, humming, the air thick with the aroma of her special biryani. She looked radiant, her dark hair loose, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Maa, something smells insane! What’s the occasion?” I asked, leaning over the counter.
She turned, her smile wide, almost playful. “Took a week off, and guess what? They gave me two whole weeks! So, I’m cooking up a storm for you, beta. You’ll have a feast when you’re back from school.”“Hell yeah, Mom, you’re the best!” I threw my arms around her, her warmth and jasmine perfume wrapping me up.
“Okay, gotta run, bus is coming!”I sprinted out, but halfway to the stop, I heard the damn bus horn blare and fade. “No, no, no!” I cursed, legs burning as I ran. That bastard driver never waits a second. I was screwed—Mom would be pissed if I asked her to drop me, especially on her holiday. Out of breath, I reached the stop, doubled over, skin prickling with sweat. The bus was gone. “Fuck that guy,” I muttered, wiping my forehead.
I was about to trudge back home when a sleek red BMW M5 rolled up, engine purring. The window slid down, and there was Dad, his face tight with that familiar annoyance. “Missed your bus again?” His tone was sharp, like I’d personally insulted him.I nodded, swallowing hard. “Get in,” he snapped. I slid into the passenger seat, the leather cold against my skin. This was the last place I wanted to be.“Why’re you going so early? Doesn’t college start at 9?” I asked, trying to fill the silence.
Dad’s voice was all gravel and venom. “This fucking new Head of Department, some 27-year-old prick, ordered me to take students on an industrial visit. I’m gone for two weeks. I hate that guy. How’s a kid half my age telling me what to do? No respect, this generation.”I raised an eyebrow. “How’s a 27-year-old HOD? Weren’t you next in line after the old guy retired?”He slammed the steering wheel. “Exactly! But the college owner hates me. I’ve called out his shady deals for years, and now he’s stuck some random family member in the job. Corruption, plain and simple.” His knuckles whitened on the wheel.I didn’t say much after that. We rode in silence until he dropped me at school, peeling out with a burnout before I could even say bye. I flipped him off as he sped away. Typical.
By noon, school was buzzing with good news: classes were cut short for some teachers’ meeting. Hell yeah! All I could think about was Mom’s biryani waiting at home. I hopped on the bus, ignoring the driver’s shitty music, my mouth watering at the thought of that feast.When I got to my stop, I couldn’t resist a jab. “Ay, driver uncle, wait for me tomorrow, or I’ll get Mom to report your ass!” He yelled something back, but I was already sprinting home, grinning.
I slowed as I reached our gate, catching my breath. A black Mahindra Thar was parked in the driveway. Weird. Guests? Was Mom cooking for someone else? I slipped off my shoes, left my bag by the door, and crept inside, some instinct telling me to stay quiet. The kitchen was empty, the main hall silent.
Then I heard it—muffled noises from upstairs. Laughter. Mom’s laughter.My heart kicked up a notch. I climbed the stairs, each step deliberate, avoiding the creaky spots. Why was I sneaking? This was my house. I could just call out. But something—some gut feeling—kept me quiet. The adrenaline hit hard, like I was doing something wrong, my pulse hammering in my ears. I’d never felt this before, this mix of dread and thrill.On the first floor, the sounds grew clearer. Mom’s voice, giggling, her ankle bracelets jingling softly.
Then a man’s voice, low and rough: “Hehe, you like that, slut?”My blood ran hot. Who the fuck was that? Calling my mom a slut? I wanted to storm in, fists flying. But then—“Uff, yeah, babe… don’t stop. Keep going, it’s fucking amazing… ahhh…” Her moan was loud, raw, dripping with pleasure.I froze. My fists unclenched, my breath caught in my throat. I’d never heard her like this—cursing, moaning, lost in ecstasy. I knew exactly what was happening. I’d seen enough porn to paint the picture in my head: some faceless guy between her legs, her back arched, her lips parted as she gasped.
My mom, my perfect, caring mom, was cheating.Why was I still here, listening? Why couldn’t I move? My mind spun. She didn’t know I was home. Dad was gone for two weeks, she had her leave, I was supposed to be at school—perfect timing for… this. Whatever this was. If I barged in, what then? Would she yell at me? Try to explain? If Dad found out, it’d be divorce for sure. She could lose her job, this house, everything. Would I end up stuck with Dad? Fuck no. I couldn’t let it come to that.But I didn’t move. I stood there, heart pounding, the sounds burning into my brain—her moans, his grunts, the rhythmic creak of the bed. Part of me was angry, betrayed. Part of me… couldn’t stop listening.
I stood there, rooted to the floor, my heart pounding so loud I thought it’d burst. The stranger’s voice cut through the air, rough and commanding: “Now your turn, suck my cock with those tender lips of yours.”My stomach churned. No way. Mom would never. She’s my caring, perfect mom—not some… slut. Silence stretched out, agonizing, until I heard the soft jingle of her ankle bracelets. My breath hitched. Was she actually…?I couldn’t stop myself. I nudged the door open, just a crack, and peered inside. The room was dim, but the mirror by the window caught everything. There they were, reflected in perfect, gut-wrenching clarity. The guy—dark-skinned, medium height, young, maybe late 20s—was sprawled on the sofa, stark naked. His body was lean but muscled, his cock standing proud, thick and intimidating. And there, kneeling before him, was Mom. Fully nude, her milky skin glowing, her curves obscene in their perfection. Her heavy breasts swayed slightly, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. My chest tightened, my pulse a frantic drumbeat. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be seeing this.But I couldn’t look away. Worse, my body betrayed me—a sickening heat pooling in my groin. What the fuck? That’s my mom. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing it to stop.“Fuck, babe, open your mouth wide,” he growled. I cracked one eye open, helpless. Mom obeyed, her lips parting, her tongue darting out. Her breasts heaved as she leaned forward, submissive, eager. He tapped his cock against her tongue, teasing, rubbing it slowly, savoring her. Then, without warning, he thrust deep into her throat.She gagged, her muffled cries vibrating through the room. Her hands flailed, slapping at his thighs as he gripped her head, pulling her closer. My fists clenched, but I was paralyzed. She coughed violently when he finally let her go, gasping, “Fuck you! Not that rough, you almost choked me!”He laughed, a low, predatory sound. “Haha, sorry, Tammu. Couldn’t help it. Your mouth’s so fucking slippery, so tender… I’ve never gone that deep before. You’re something else.”
He yanked her up, crushing his lips against hers. She didn’t resist—she kissed him back, their tongues tangling, saliva glistening. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her waist, groping her ass with shameless hunger.I looked down, horrified. My pants were around my ankles, my cock in my hand, stroking hard. What the fuck was wrong with me? Jerking off to my mom getting fucked by this bastard? The shame burned, but the sick thrill was stronger. I was losing it.A sharp scream snapped me back. In the mirror, he’d lifted her into the air, her legs locked around his waist, arms clinging to his shoulders. “Fuck me, Rahman,” she whispered, her voice dripping with need. “I know you’ve been waiting for this, Rahman."
His name was Rahman.
“As you wish, love,” he said, an evil smirk curling his lips. He took a few steps back, positioning his cock at her entrance. “Ready for me, Tammu? Gonna ruin this tight little pussy.”She moaned, desperate. “Yes, Rahman, give it to me. Fuck me hard.”He thrust up, burying himself deep. “Ahhh, fuck, it’s so big!” she cried, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure.“Haha, take it all, my slutty Tammu,” he growled, pounding into her. “This pussy’s mine today. No one’s stopping me.”“Ugh, yes, Rahman, don’t stop,” she gasped, her nails digging into his back. “Fuck me like you mean it.”“Like this, huh?” His thrusts were relentless, her body bouncing in his arms. “Bet your husband never fucked you this good.”“Never,” she panted, her head thrown back. “You’re so much better… so fucking thick.”I gripped myself harder, my hand moving in time with their rhythm, hating myself but unable to stop.
He kissed her again, sloppy and hungry, then threw her onto the sofa. She landed with a soft thud, her legs splayed, her chest heaving. Rahman pounced, spreading her thighs wide. He latched onto her breast, sucking hard, his tongue flicking her nipple. She bit her lip, moaning, as he licked up her neck, his other hand pinching her other nipple until she squirmed.“Fuck, Rahman, you’re driving me crazy,” she whined, her nails clawing at the sofa, her legs trembling.“You love it, don’t you, slut?” he taunted, squeezing her breast. “Look at you, shaking for me.”“Yes, yes, I love it,” she admitted, her voice raw. “Keep going, please…”He positioned himself over her, his cock sliding in deep. She gasped as he pinned her down, his hips slamming into her with brutal force. Her legs wrapped around his ass, pulling him closer, her arms clutching his shoulders. “Rahman, ahhh, fuck, it’s so good!” she screamed, her moans echoing.“Fuck, Tammu, you’re milking me,” he grunted, his pace frantic. “Gonna make you scream my name all day.”“Do it, Rahman, fuck me senseless,” she begged, her hips bucking to meet him. “I’m yours.”I was a mess, my hand slick, my breath ragged. I’d already cum once, but I couldn’t stop. Mom’s pleasure, her betrayal, it was intoxicating. Sick. Wrong. But I was hooked.“Fuck, Tammu, you’re still so tight,” Rahman growled, his thrusts erratic. “I’m gonna cum soon. Can I do it inside?”She nodded, eyes glazed with lust. “Yes, fill me up.”That was it. He roared, slamming into her with every ounce of strength, his body shuddering as he climaxed. Mom’s moans peaked, her body convulsing under him. I came again, my knees buckling, shame and ecstasy crashing together.Rahman pulled out, his cock glistening. Mom lay there, passed out, her legs still twitching, his cum mixed with hers dripping slowly from her pussy.
He stood over her, dangling his cock, squeezing her breast roughly. He slapped her cheek lightly. “Wake up, Tammu. Job’s not done. Clean me up.”After a few slaps, her eyes fluttered open. Without a word, he thrust his cock into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, her lips working every inch, licking away their combined mess. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her hands steadying his thighs, her eyes half-lidded with submission. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room, her throat bobbing as she took him deep, cleaning every trace of their sin. He groaned, stroking her hair, guiding her rhythm. “That’s it, Tammu, suck it clean. Such a good slut.”I couldn’t watch anymore.
I yanked my pants up, my legs shaky, and crept downstairs. My mind was a blur—anger, shame, arousal all tangled up. I rang the doorbell, sat on a chair, and shouted, “Maa, I’m home!”Upstairs, I heard scrambling, panicked whispers. Mom rushed down, wearing a silky, transparent nighty I’d never seen before. No bra, no panties—her nipples and pubic hair were visible through the fabric. I looked away, my face burning. “I saw a Thar outside. We got guests?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.She fidgeted, squeezing her hands. “Y-yeah, it’s my coworker. He came to drop off some documents since I’m on leave.”
Heavy footsteps descended. There he was—Rahman, the man who’d just fucked my mom senseless. He was tidy now, in a crisp shirt and pants, sunglasses perched on his head, all smug confidence. “Nice to see you, hero. You must be the infamous Akash. Tammu—er, Mrs. Tamannah—talks a lot about you. No class today?”I swallowed my rage. “Teachers’ meeting, so we got out early. And you are…?”“Rahman Sood, Head of Department at your mom’s college,” he said smoothly. “She’s on a two-week leave, so I brought some documents for her to sign. Thought I’d save her the trip. And I’m glad I came.” His smile was vile. “She tasted so good.”My eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”“I mean her cooking,” he said, chuckling. “Lucky kid, eating her food every day. Wish I could taste her every day, you know?” His hand slid behind Mom, and I saw it—his fingers slipping under her nighty, probing her pussy through the thin fabric. Mom bit her lip, frozen, her eyes fluttering shut. He was fingering her right in front of me, and she wasn’t stopping him.He pulled his hand back, licking his fingers with a smirk. “Well, I’ll head out. Tamannah-ji, it was a pleasure. I’ll drop by if I need anything. Akash, beta, bye.” He strode out, climbed into his Thar, and roared off.Mom shuffled to the kitchen, silent, and brought me the biryani. The air was thick with awkwardness. She didn’t meet my eyes, just mumbled something and locked herself in her room. I ate, the flavors exploding on my tongue. Fuck, he was right—it was amazing. But every bite brought back her moans, her body writhing under him. I finished, booted up my PC, and gamed until my eyes burned, trying to drown it all out. Eventually, I crashed, but her face—lost in pleasure—haunted my dreams.
To be Continued........
