Mothers revenge Indian

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My name is Abhishek, and I’m 25 years old. I’m strong and healthy, and I am the only child of my mother, Shyamala. My mother is 47 years old and very beautiful. She has a curvy figure (362436) and carries herself with confidence.

Many people admire her at her workplace, but she has never been interested in anyone. Her youthful looks and amazing personality make her stand out. But more than her appearance, she is a hardworking and strong woman.

My father left us when I was 15. My Mom went through many challenges. She felt sad, but she kept working hard to give me a better life. Now, we are wealthy, and my mother is the managing director of a big advertising company. She is successful at her job and takes care of everything at home, too.

My Mom loves me more than anything and would do anything for Our life was peaceful and happy—until a man named Ben entered my mother’s life. Uncle Ben worked as a cashier at a supermarket near our home. One day, he approached my mother, asking for a job at her advertising company.

He told her that he had dreams of becoming a director and believed that if she gave him a chance, he could prove himself. My mother believed in him and allowed him to work as an ad director. Over time, Ben became a successful director, and my Mom was proud of him.

She felt good knowing she helped him reach his goals. As they worked together, my Mom and Uncle Ben became close friends. She often talked to me about Uncle Ben, always praising him and telling me how proud she was of him.

One evening, my Mom and I were having dinner when she brought up a surprising topic.

Mom: Sweetheart, how would you feel about your Mom getting married again?

Me: Really, Mom? Who’s the guy? Is it Uncle Ben?

Mom: My son is so smart. Yes, it’s Uncle Ben. He recently proposed to me and asked if I’d marry him. What do you think? Will you be okay if I marry him, and the three of us become a family?

Me: Mom, if you like him, who am I to say no? But I feel a little sad that you might not love me like you used to.

Mom: Oh, kanna, what are you saying? You are my world. I will keep loving you more and more every day. No one can take your place. If you don’t want me to marry Uncle Ben, I won’t.

Me: Come on, Mom! I was kidding. If you like Uncle Ben, go ahead and marry him. What matters most is that you’re happy.

Mom: I knew you’d understand. Uncle Ben is a good person. He doesn’t just care about me—he cares about you too. I think he’ll be a great fit for our family.

Me: Sounds good, Mom. All the best for your new beginning.

Mom: It’s not just my beginning, dear. It’s our new beginning. You’ll be part of every moment with us.

I agreed to my Mom’s new relationship, but deep down, something didn’t feel right. I couldn’t shake off the uneasiness about her marrying Uncle Ben. Still, for the sake of her happiness, I pretended to be fine with it.

From the very next day, Uncle Ben started visiting our home regularly. He would pick up my Mom in the mornings and drop her back in the evenings. They began going to the office together every day. But my Mom never let him stay over at night. She was careful not to invite him home when I was out.

She would often tell me, “Today, Uncle Ben invited me to a movie, but I told him I wanted my son to come along.” No matter where they went, my Mom always made sure I was with them. It felt like she was trying to keep me involved, to make sure I didn’t feel left out.

But I could sense it—Uncle Ben wasn’t happy. He didn’t like the fact that I was a part of their every moment together. I could see it in his eyes, the way his smile faded when I joined them.

One day, there was a cricket match in my city. I was super excited to watch it with my mother. I kept asking her if we could go together, and she agreed.

After finishing my work that evening, I came home buzzing with excitement, looking forward to going to the stadium with my Mom. But when I got home, I didn’t see her anywhere. I called out for her.

Me: Mom, where are you? We’re going to be late for the match! Why aren’t you home yet? I’ve been waiting for you.

Mom: Honey, I’m so sorry. Uncle Ben asked if I could go to a concert with him today. Can you please take your friends with you this time?

Hearing this hit me hard. I felt a wave of hurt wash over me. It seemed like my Mom was starting to avoid me, something she had never done before. I felt a pit in my stomach. I realised how much I wanted to spend that time with her.

But instead of expressing my feelings, I convinced myself that they needed their space. I suppressed my emotions and decided not to bring it up with my Mom.

That day, I stayed home instead of going to the cricket match. A few hours later, Uncle Ben dropped my Mom off. As soon as she walked in, she noticed I was upset.

Mom: Hi, honey! Didn’t you go to the stadium to watch the cricket match?

I just nodded my head silently.

Mom: Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry. Today is Uncle Ben’s birthday, and he insisted I go to a concert with him. I agreed because it was his special day. Otherwise, I would have come with you to watch the match. I am sorry my love.

I stayed silent, feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration.

After a while, my Mom served me dinner and sat down at the table with me.

Me: Mom, why aren’t you eating?

Mom: I already had dinner outside with Ben, dear.

Me: Oh, great. I guess I’ll have to get used to eating alone from now on.

Mom: (with an annoyed expression) Abhi, can you please stop? This is the first time I’ve gone out with Ben alone. Can’t you let me have some personal time? Why does this bother you so much? You’re not a kid anymore, you know.

Feeling hurt, I pushed my plate away and left for my room. A few minutes later, my Mom came to my room with a dinner plate. She sat beside me on the bed while I lay there, feeling emotionally disturbed.

Mom: Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please talk to me.

I didn’t reply.

Mom: I know this is painful for you. I felt the same way. I promise I won’t let it happen again. Please forgive me just this once.

Me: It’s fine, Mom. Just leave me alone for now. I need some time to settle down.

Mom: No, honey, I won’t leave until you eat. Come on, let me feed you. Get up!

Reluctantly, I sat up, and she began feeding me with her hands.

Mom: I’ll never hurt you like this again. You’ll always be part of my happiness, I promise. Trust me, dear—you are my world.

I smiled at her and hugged her tightly. She held me close and said, “Love you, beta.”

Mom: You always say you want to travel to Dubai, right? I have a surprise for you! Uncle Ben said he would take both of us on a trip to Dubai for your birthday next week.

Me: really? Mom, it’s my dream to visit Dubai!

Mom: I know! I told Uncle Ben how much I love to travel to Dubai, and he immediately booked a package for the three of us. We can celebrate your birthday there!

A few days later, Uncle Ben made all the arrangements for our trip to Dubai. When we arrived, we checked into a big hotel. As I settled in, I noticed Uncle Ben flirting with a woman who was our travel assistant for the tour. I observed him whispering something in her ear.

My Mom didn’t notice his behaviour. But I couldn’t shake off my doubts, so I started to secretly follow them. We arrived at the suite room that had been allocated for the three of us to stay in Dubai. As soon as we entered the room, Uncle Ben quickly said, “You guys freshen up. I’ll be back in a while,” and left.

I had a nagging feeling that something was off. Curiosity got the better of me, so I secretly followed Uncle Ben to the lobby. He met the travel assistant who had been helping us. They seemed too close and romantic. I noticed that Uncle Ben had booked an extra room besides our suite room.

My heart raced as I watched them head into the room next to ours. I quickly made my way to the reception desk and requested a spare key for that room. After getting it, I unlocked the door and slightly pushed it open.

What I saw shocked me to my core—Uncle Ben and the woman were halfnaked, clearly involved in a romantic encounter. I couldn’t believe that he was cheating on my Mom. Feeling a mix of anger and betrayal, I rushed back to our suite and grabbed my Mom.

I wanted her to see what was happening. I quietly showed her the scene unfolding between Uncle Ben and the travel assistant. My Mom was completely shocked and couldn’t calm down. Anger welled up inside her as she tried to burst into their room.

I quickly stopped her, seeing tears rolling down her cheeks, a mix of pain and anger in her eyes.

Me: Mom, please stop! If you rush in there and react like this, he won’t feel any pain. He needs to pay for cheating on you. We have to show him how much betrayal hurts.

I consoled her and gently led her back into our room. Mom was crying as she said, “I’m such a fool. I trusted him.”

Me: Mom, please try to calm down. I know it hurts. If you catch him redhanded, he’ll just try to convince you it’s not true or move on, thinking he got away with it. We need to make him feel the same way he made you feel. He has to experience the pain of betrayal.

Mom: Are you asking me to cheat on him with another man?

Me: Not exactly, Mom. You need not to have an affair. You just have to pretend to cheat on Ben.

Mom: But how can we find someone to act like that here?

Me: Let me think about it. I’ll try to find someone we can pay to pretend to be your boyfriend.

Mom: No need for that, dear. Can you be that man?

Me: Mom? What are you talking about? How could Uncle Ben think we’re having an affair? We’re mother and son!

Mom: Beta, that jerk is always jealous of you. He doesn’t like it when I’m close to you. If he sees us acting like we’re in a taboo relationship, he’ll feel the more pain I’m feeling right now.

Me: But Mom, how can we both act like that? Is it appropriate?

Mom: oh, come on, honey! We’re just acting. You can sleep on the couch tonight. After he falls asleep, I’ll come to you. We’ll make some noise to disturb him so he’ll come check on us. Then we’ll pretend to be talking intimately with you. That’s it. He’ll think I’m cheating on him with you, and he’ll feel the same pain I’m feeling.

Me: Sounds good, Mom. Let’s do what you said.

I felt a deep sadness wash over me. After so many years, it hurt to see my Mom in so much pain.

Later that night, I was lying on the couch in our suite. I was preparing myself to act naturally so Uncle Ben would think my Mom was cheating on him by having an relationship with me. My Mom was in the room with him, and he was asleep.

My Mom walked over and sat down next to me.

Mom: Can we start now, dear?

Me: Yeah, Mom. I think we can. But I’m feeling a little tense. I don’t know if I can act convincingly enough to make him believe we’re having an affair.

Mom: Don’t worry about it, honey. I know how to make this work. Just follow my lead. We’ll have to do things that feel uncomfortable for both of us. But we need to go to any extent to make him believe I’m cheating on him.

Me: Sure, Mom. I’ll do whatever you say.

I thought we just had to act romantically to make Uncle Ben think my Mom was cheating on him. But I didn’t realise my Mom had a wild plan in mind—a perfect punishment for him.

Mom: Let’s get started.

I laid back on the couch while Mom sat on me.

Me: Okay, Mom. How should we begin? Should you speak louder so Uncle Ben can come and check on us?

Mom: Before that, let’s take our clothes off.

I was shocked. This is completely out of the syllabus.

Me: Mom? Are you okay?

Mom: Forgive me, honey. He has to see the exact visuals that I have seen in the room. He should die remembering this every minute. Please try to understand.

Me: Mom, but I thought we were just acting romantic. This is not what we planned and I am not ready for this.

Mom: I know it’s not that easy for me either. But, please honey do it for me. We will just act like we are having . Please help me.

Me: Fine, Mom. I will do anything that helps you.

I removed my shirt first then I took my boxers and covered my penis with a small blanket.  My Mom removed her nightgown. She stood there with her bra and panty. Slowly she unhooked her bra and sat on me just wearing her panties on. She looked more beautiful than every woman I have seen so far.

She gave me an instant hardon. It is embarrassing that my Mom is sitting exactly on my dick. She can easily sense my hardon. My Mom covered our bottom with a small blanket and removed her panties. She made it look the same as we are ing. The only difference is my dick was not inside her.

Mom: Honey, you keep calm. I will make the noise.

My Mom started screaming and moving her body on me.

Mom: Aah, Mommy needs this. Ah, it feels so good. You are the perfect man for me.

My Mom did it exactly like a porn actor. Her moaning disturbed Uncle Ben’s sleep. He walked out of the room and saw us. Immediately interrupted us and started crying out.

Ben: You bitch. You are ing your son. Bloody bitch.

As he cried out, he rushed toward us and grabbed my Mom’s ponytail. I quickly stood up from the couch and pushed him away from her.

He retaliated by punching me in the face, and I felt a terrible pain radiate through my jaw. Just as I was about to hit him back, my Mom sprang to her feet and kicked him hard on his balls.

Mom: How dare you hurt my son!

Ben: You’re enjoying this trip with my money, ing with your son. What kind of bitch are you?

Mom: What? Your money? The job you have right now is a privilege I granted you, and you’re fired! Go back to working as a cashier or maybe even begging on the streets. And yes, I am ing with my son. Who the hell are you to judge me? Just get out of here and give us some space!

Ben: You cheated on me!

Mom: yes, I cheated on you. Now go and suffer in silence because you can’t do anything about it, you worthless fool. Just get out of here.

I immediately grabbed him by the neck and pushed him out of the room. My Mom sat on the couch and began to cry. I went to her, sat down at her feet, and started to console her.

Mom wiped her tears and looked at me with a trembling voice. She said,

Mom: Abhi, you’re the only man who’s never left my side. I don’t need anyone else. Will you do anything to make your mamma happy?

Me: Yes, Mom. I’ll do anything. Whatever it takes to make you happy, no matter what.

My Mom spread her legs wide, revealing her pussy. With a pained expression, she said, “Help me forget him.” I immediately went on my knees in front of her, placed my head into her pussy and kissed her pussy. Gently I started licking her pussy. My Mom closed her eyes and leaned back, surrendering herself to me.

She placed one of her hands on the back of my head and pushed my face hard towards her pussy. With the other hand, she started rolling her fingers on my hair. She started to moan softly. I increased my phase and started to lick her pussy with all my energy.

After a moment, I made her lay on the couch and inserted my dick into her pussy. I started penetrating her and ed her passionately. After a few minutes, I came into her pussy and fell on her.

She kissed me all over my face and said, “Thanks for making me happy. I don’t need any man in my life from now.”

That night, I helped my Mom forget about Ben. We enjoyed the rest of our trip in Dubai and returned to india. As managing director, my Mom fired Ben from his position as an ad director in her company. After that, we never saw him again.

My Mom moved on, loving and caring for me even more than before. She never thought about another man. We both embraced life and started enjoying it together. We started to stay nude at home since we two were the only people living together in our home.

My Mom allows me to her whenever I want. I used to walk straight to her whenever I felt horny. I start licking her pussy, and then I put my dick inside her pussy and her. I will her when she is watching TV, washing dishes, sleeping, reading books, bathing and doing office work.

The end.

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