Mom's Affair With My Teacher - The Beginning (Part 1)
Hi, this is Vasu and I am going to narrate about an adult affair of my widow mom with my school teacher. My mother Shanti got married at a very young age and had me at the age of 18. When I was 5, my father died in a road accident leaving me and my mom alone in poverty. My mom was 35 years old, had a body figure of 34-28-36, 5’0″ tall, and had a fair skin tone. She works in a hospital as a nurse on a contract basis and raised me alone. The story I am about to narrate happened when I was in college. One day when I was going to college, I saw my school teacher Mr. Rafiq at a grocery store in our area. When I saw him, I went to him and wished him. He recognized me and wished me back. He took early retirement from school teaching and now owns the grocery store. He recently moved to our area. Rafiq sir was 48 years, 5’3″ tall, dark skin tone, unmonitored weight with belly fat, and married. We both were very happy to see each other. I asked him where did he move in as I was local I knew the area very well. He told me his address. His house was a couple of blocks away from my home. He asked me to visit his house with my parents and I agreed. Then I went to my college. Evening at dinner, I told my mother about my unexpected visit of my teacher on the way to my college. She was happy to hear and asked me to invite him to our house for tea some day. Next day while going to college, I went to Rafiq sir’s grocery store and invited him to our house for tea. He agreed and told me he will come on the weekend. On the weekend, as agreed, he visited our house. I introduced Rafiq sir to my widow mom. My mom served him tea and as she was serving, Rafiq sir was staring at her cleavage without blinking his eyes. As a widow, she always wears a white cotton saree and some of them were very low quality. They were very thin, transparent and made her 34C cup boobs cleavage visible. Rafiq sir’s eyes were full with lust while looking at my mom’s beauty. Mom noticed it but acted like she didn’t notice it. I too was vaguely noticing his stares and kept talking to him about the school days. He was talking to me but his eyes were fixed at my mom. He finished his tea and invited me and my mom to his house and left. Next day while I was going to college, I heard someone calling my name. When I looked back, it was Rafiq sir calling me from the grocery store. I went near him and wished him. He asked me about my dad’s demise and our financial crisis. I told him everything. He asked me how my mother was managing things. I told him she was working as a part-time nurse at a local nursing home. She was working 3-4 shifts a week and managed our needs. He asked me for my mobile number. I told him I don’t have a personal mobile but my mother has one to contact the job contractor and I give him the number. He expressed his sympathy for my family crisis and grieved for my mother becoming a widow at such a young age. Then he told me to visit his house that evening with my mom for tea. I agreed and left to college. In the evening, I and my mom went to Rafiq sir’s house. Rafiq sir greeted us and welcomed us into his house. As we entered the living room, we saw a woman lying on the bed paralyzed and unable to speak properly. I and mom stood speechless. Rafiq sir introduced her to us as his wife, suffering from paralysis from the last 15 years. Our hearts dropped and filled with pity towards Rafiq sir. He was happily servicing her needs, hiding his pain behind his smile. Rafiq sir served us tea and we spent some time and left. From that day, Rafiq sir frequently visited our house, knowing whereabouts and texting mom with positivity spreading messages. He became very close to us. One day he asked me if my mom could nurse his wife at home as my mother was a nurse. He proposed a paid service and we agreed. Mom started to go Rafiq sir’s house twice a day to nurse his paralyzed wife and Rafiq sir payed us fairly. One day after mom finished nursing Rafiq sir’s wife and was about to leave, suddenly Rafiq sir closed the front door and locked it. He grabbed mom from behind and started to kiss her intimately. Shocked mom tried to release herself from his arms. He grabbed her very strong and locked her in his arms. “What are you doing sir ji? This is wrong”, mom said. Rafiq sir didn’t listen to anything and continued hugging and kissing her. Rafiq sir: “Shanti ji, I love you. I fell for your beauty from the first day I saw you. Please understand my feeling. I am in so much pain. I haven’t felt a woman’s touch and love for years. I need your love. Please understand my pain and give me your love. I need you. Just once, please I need your womanly love to release my pain. My body is burning for a woman’s love. Please fulfill my thirst for love and take me to heaven. Relieve me from this sexual desire with your beauty”. And he continued squeezing her in his arms and kissing her. Mom was slowly giving in to his touch and her physical needs for which she was also missing in her life. Mom: “This is wrong. I have a son. You are doing this in front of your wife? She is watching.” Rafiq sir’s wife was looking at them shocked. Looking at her, Rafiq sir: “Forgive me, begam. I cannot hold my thirst anymore. Please forgive me”. And he lifted my mom in his arms and started moving towards his bedroom. He took her inside the bedroom and pushed her on the bed. He removed his shirt and leaped over mom. He started kissing her face, pressing her body with his body, squeezing her boobs and kissing them. Mom slowly started enjoying it. He started removing her saree and unhook her blouse. He unhooked her blouse, removed her bra and started sucking her nipples. Mom was slowly giving in to his seduction more and more. Her breasts got harder and she moaned silently. He kept sucking her nipples and pressed her breasts. She turned her face to the side.