The next morning I woke up feeling like the most worthless woman on earth. Rohit’s thick cum was still leaking out of me even after I had washed myself twice the previous night. Every step I took reminded me of how my chut had clenched and milked him while my son played just a few feet away. I looked at Aryan’s innocent sleeping face and fresh tears filled my eyes.

Priya, tu kya ho gayi hai? I whispered to myself, covering my mouth so I wouldn’t sob out loud. Tera pati tujhe itna pyar karta hai… aur tu apne ghar ke andar hi kisi ladke se chudwa rahi thi? Maa hone ke bawajood? The guilt was so heavy I felt I would die. I swore on my son’s life that I would never let Rohit come near me again. Never.