Son helps neighbor to get mom

[Joshua]

Definitely I'll post but you expecting the exact match means that's more difficult

[Joshua]

[Joshua]

[Joshua]

Update?

[Giver]

Please update the story,great story.Come on Harini,give update.
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Pls update next part ASAP.Waiting for next episode

[Harini13]

As Gayatri walked into the kitchen to bring a cup of tea for Elango, she was unaware of his gaze fixed on her back. Elango's eyes were drawn to the swing of her hips, and he couldn't help but notice the outline of her panty line. He felt a surge of excitement at the sight, and his mind began to wander to places it shouldn't.

(Gayatri: (thought) I'm just going to get him a cup of tea, nothing more. I need to keep our relationship platonic.)

Meanwhile, Elango's thoughts were far from innocent. (Elango: (thought) She has no idea how beautiful she looks right now. I wish I could just hug her and feel her close to me.)

As Gayatri returned with the tea, Elango stood up from the sofa, his eyes locked onto hers. He took a step closer to her, and Gayatri felt a flutter in her chest. She handed him the tea, their fingers touching briefly as he took the cup from her.

"Thanks," Elango said, his voice low and husky.

Gayatri smiled and nodded, feeling a sense of unease wash over her. She took a step back, trying to create some distance between them.

But Elango didn't let up. He took another step closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gayatri felt hesitant, unsure of what was happening. But she nodded slowly, her heart pounding in her chest.

(Elango: (thought) Yes! She's not pushing me away yet. Maybe this is my chance.)

(Gayatri: (thought) What is he doing? Why is he looking at me like that?)

As they stood there, frozen in time, Elango made his move. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Gayatri's waist, pulling her close into a hug.

At first, Gayatri was hesitant. She stiffened in his arms, unsure of how to react.

But as she looked up into Elango's eyes, she saw something there that made her heart skip a beat.

(Gayatri: (thought) Maybe this isn't so bad after all.)

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Finally the wait is over

[Harini13]

Gayatri returned with the tea, her fingers trembling slightly as she handed the cup to Elango. Their fingers brushed momentarily, and she felt the warmth of his touch. She quickly pulled back, trying to regain her composure. The rain had drenched her saree, and she was acutely aware of how it clung to her skin. The thin fabric of her red saree accentuated her figure, and the blouse, damp from the drizzle, revealed the faint outline of her bra. Unaware of the exact extent, she adjusted her pallu instinctively, trying to cover herself better.

(Elango: "She looks stunning. The rain has only made her beauty more radiant. But I need to keep my thoughts in check. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.")

Gayatri turned away, her mind racing. She wasn’t sure why she felt so nervous around Elango today. He had always been a kind and helpful neighbor, someone she could rely on. But today, the way his eyes lingered on her made her uneasy. She wanted to brush it off, to tell herself it was nothing. But the growing awareness of her damp clothing made her self-conscious.

(Gayatri: "Why didn’t I change before coming downstairs? This is so embarrassing. I hope he doesn’t think I’m being careless.")

Elango took a small sip of the tea, his eyes unintentionally following her as she moved toward the door. Her red saree, wet from the rain, clung to her curves as she walked. The gentle sway of her hips caught his attention, though he quickly looked away, reprimanding himself for letting his thoughts stray.

(Elango: "What’s wrong with me? She’s a wonderful friend, and I shouldn’t be thinking like this. Focus, Elango.")

Gayatri stopped near the door, her heart thudding in her chest. She glanced around the room, checking to see if Balaji was nearby. She could hear the faint sound of the television from the living room, indicating her son was still engrossed in his show. She wanted to ensure that this moment remained private, just in case her actions could be misinterpreted.

(Gayatri: "I don’t want Balaji to see anything and get the wrong idea. Elango has always been a good friend, but I need to handle this carefully.")

She turned back to look at Elango, her eyes meeting his briefly before darting away. His gaze was warm, not predatory, but it still made her uneasy. She didn’t want to disappoint him. She knew he was only trying to express his gratitude and affection in the form of a hug. Yet, the dampness of her clothes and her own insecurities made her hesitate.

(Gayatri: "He just wants a friendly hug. Why am I making this so complicated? He’s always been there for me, and I don’t want to hurt his feelings.")

Elango noticed her hesitation and immediately stepped back slightly, trying to give her space.

(Elango: "I hope she doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Maybe I should say something to lighten the mood.")

“You don’t have to worry, Gayatri,” Elango said with a soft smile. “It’s just a hug between friends. I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward.”

Gayatri appreciated his attempt to ease the tension, but her eyes darted toward the door again. She stepped closer, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the latch. She locked the door gently, ensuring no one could enter or witness their interaction.

As she turned back, her saree shifted slightly, revealing more of her blouse than she had intended. The outline of her bra was faintly visible through the fabric, though Gayatri was blissfully unaware. She adjusted her pallu again, trying to maintain her modesty while attempting to appear nonchalant.

(Gayatri: "I hope he doesn’t notice. This is so embarrassing. Why didn’t I wear something more practical?")

Elango, despite his best efforts, couldn’t help but notice the delicate way the saree clung to her form. Her grace and beauty were undeniable, but he quickly averted his gaze, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.

(Elango: "She’s beautiful, but I need to focus on our friendship. That’s what matters the most.")

Gathering her courage, Gayatri stepped forward, her bare feet making soft sounds on the tiled floor. She felt her heart racing as she approached him. She told herself this was just a hug between friends, a gesture of gratitude and camaraderie.

(Gayatri: "I can do this. It’s just a friendly hug. Elango has always been there for me, and I can’t let my insecurities ruin this moment.")

Elango watched her approach, sensing her hesitation. He raised his hands slightly, signaling that he meant no harm.

“It’s okay, Gayatri. Only if you’re comfortable,” he said gently, his tone filled with understanding.

Her lips curved into a faint smile, appreciating his sensitivity. She glanced toward the hallway one last time, ensuring there were no prying eyes.

(Gayatri: "I trust him. He’s a good man, and he respects me. There’s nothing wrong with this.")

Finally, she took the last step forward and allowed herself to lean into him. Elango wrapped his arms around her lightly, careful not to overstep boundaries. The hug was warm and comforting, devoid of any ulterior motive.

(Elango: "This feels nice. I’m glad I didn’t push her. She’s such a wonderful person, and I want her to feel safe around me.")

As they parted, Gayatri adjusted her saree again, still feeling a bit self-conscious.

“Thank you, Elango,” she said softly, her voice laced with gratitude.

“Anytime, Gayatri,” he replied with a genuine smile.

(Gayatri: "That wasn’t so bad. I’m glad I trusted him. Maybe I’ve been overthinking everything.")

She turned back toward the kitchen, feeling a sense of relief and calm wash over her. For now, the moment had passed, and their friendship remained intact.

[Harini13]

Elango watched as Gayatri walked toward the door, her red saree damp from the rain and clinging to her figure ( her panty line was prominentvisible in her saree ) . He noticed how gracefully she moved, her steps soft and natural, with a quiet elegance that always made her stand out. The way the saree shifted as she walked caught his attention, and he couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly she carried herself.

(Elango: "She’s always had this charm about her, like she doesn’t even realize how graceful she is. It’s just who she is—simple, confident, and so down-to-earth.")

He caught a faint outline through the wet saree but brushed it off, knowing it was just the rain playing tricks.

(Elango: "Poor Gayatri, she’s completely drenched. I hope she doesn’t catch a cold. I shouldn’t be staring—she’d laugh at me if she caught me! She’s always teasing me for being such an overthinker.")

He chuckled to himself, his thoughts warm and friendly. To him, she was a close friend, someone he genuinely cared for, and he admired how she carried herself, even in moments like these, without realizing the impact she had on those around her.

[Harini13]

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[Harini13]

Post any wet aunty pics to make story more interesting and relevant

[Harini13]

as Gayatri finally came near. The
rain had left her drenched, her red saree
clinging to her frame ( her bra line over red blouse , and curvy hip).


The fabric had turnec
a deeper shade, outlining the curves of her
body in a way that made her usual grace
seem even more striking.

Her long, wet hair
stuck to her back, beads of water dripping
onto the blouse, darkening the fabric
further. Unknowingly, her soaked saree hac
shifted slightly, revealing the faint outline
of her bra strap through the thin material of
her blouse. She didn't seem to notice, but
Elango couldn't ignores it.


E (thoughts): "She doesn't even realize how
captivating she looks right now. Gayu has
always been beautiful, but seeing her like
this feels different. She trusts me so much-
just hope she understands this affection


Gayatri felt a little self-conscious under his
gaze. She noticed his quiet admiration but
chose not to comment, hoping he wouldn't
find her appearance awkward in this state.
She glanced around to ensure no one else
was nearby, especially her son, before
stepping closer to him


G (thoughts): "| must look ridiculous
completely soaked like this. But Elango.. he
looks at me as though l'm more than just his
riend . Is it worry in his eyes? Or something
else? I don't want to disappoint him. He's so
important to me


Nhen she reached him, Elango didn't waste
a moment. He stepped forward and
embraced her, gently at first, as though
testing ifshe would allow it. She hesitated
but didn't pull away. The wet fabric of her
saree felt cool against his arms, but her
body was warm, a stark contrast that
caught him off guard.


rhe hug grew tighter, and Gayatri felt her
38 size boobs press against his. Her blouse, damp
from the rain, made the contact feel more
intimate than she had anticipated.

She
noticed the way his arms rested over her
back, one hand tracing lightly over her
blouse bra strap. Elango's touch lingered just enougt
for her to notice, though she didn't say
anything, thinking it was just his way of
showing affection.


E: (thoughts): "She's so close. Gayu.. you 've
been my closest friend, someone I could
always rely on care about you so much
This moment feels like it means more than
words can say.


Elango leaned in slightly. his voice soft and
full of emotion as he whispered in her ear,
"Gayu, I feel true affection and care for you
You're more important to me than you'll
ever know."


As he spoke, his hand moved lower, resting
lightly on her hip over the damp saree
Gayatri felt the shift in his touch but chose
not to react, trusting his intentions. The
fabric of her saree clung to her, and Elanga
couldn't help but notice how it outlined the
curve of her back and the faint shape of her panty beneath the wet material


E: (thoughts): "She trusts me completely
shouldn't overstep... but it's so hard not to
admire how beautiful she looks right now.
This isn't just about attraction-it's about
how much she means to me.


Gayatri, meanwhile, felt a mix of emotions
The closeness of the hug, combined with
his words, made her heart race slightly, but
she didn't want to embarrass him by pulling
away.


G (thoughts): "Elango has always been so
genuine. Maybe this is just his way of
showing how much he values our bona
trust him.. even if this feels a little different
from usual.


Elango's hand shifted slightly again, resting
briefly over her lower back. For a fleeting
moment, he thought about moving his hang
further down, but he stopped himself,
choosing to respect the trust she had
olaced in him. Instead, his hand lingered
ver the fabric, feeling the warmth of her
body through the saree


Gayatri noticed the slight hesitation in his
touch and understood that his affection
was genuine, even if the moment felt
inusual. She chose to stay quiet, letting the
moment pass without confrontation


G(thoughts): "Elango wouldn't do anything
to hurt me. This is just him being his caring
self. I shouldn't overthink it."

[Harini13]

As Elango wraps his arms around Gayu for a friendly hug, he can't help but notice the way her red saree is clinging to her body.

The fabric is wet and transparent in some areas, revealing more of her skin than she realizes. Her bra line is visible through the thin fabric, and Elango tries not to stare, but his eyes keep drifting back to the curve of her breasts.

[Elango thinks: (Fuck, she looks amazing. I can see the outline of her nipples through that saree. I need to be careful not to get too hard.)]

Gayu, still unaware of how see-through her saree has become, hugs Elango back tightly. As they stand there in the hugging position, Elango slowly becomes aware of Gayu's curves pressed against him. He tries not to think about it too much, but can't help noticing how close they are.

[Gayu thinks: (This feels nice. It's been a while since we've had a chance to just talk and catch up.)]

As they stand there in an awkward silence for a moment too long, Elango's hands slowly start moving downwards, still holding back from pressing on her ass. He's hesitant because he doesn't want to make Gayu uncomfortable or do anything that might be misinterpreted.

[Elango thinks: (I want to touch her so badly. I want to feel her ass in my hands and pull her closer to me. But what if she gets upset? What if she thinks I'm being too forward?)]

Gayu starts thinking about why she's missing his touch over her ass.( because he has already pressed her ass ) She hates herself for having these thoughts because they're wrong and inappropriate.

[Gayu thinks: (Why am I thinking about this? This is so wrong. I shouldn't be feeling this way about my friend.)]

Elango gently places his hand on the curve near Gayu's hip, trying not to press on her ass directly. He's scared of making a wrong move and ruining their friendship.

[Elango thinks: (Oh shit, my dick is getting hard just thinking about touching her ass. What if she notices? What if she gets freaked out?)]

As they stand there in an uncomfortable silence, Elango tries to calm himself down and focus on the friendship aspect of their relationship.

[Elango thinks: (Okay buddy calm down you don’t wanna ruin it by getting all erect now )]

But as he looks at Gayu's face he sees no sign that anything unusual happening except small hotness which could have been due other reason

(Gayyu doesnot notices elangos hardness )

[Harini13]

As Elango's hands finally made contact with Gayu's ass, he grasped both cheeks firmly with his palms. This was the third time he'd done this, and Gayu knew she should put a stop to it before things escalated further. But she couldn't deny the spark of arousal that ignited within her as his fingers dug into her flesh.

Gayu was wearing a red saree, now clinging to her body like a second skin due to the rain. The fabric was translucent in some areas, revealing hints of her black lace bra and panties underneath. Her nipples were visible through the thin material, and Elango's eyes had been drawn to them like a magnet.

[Elango thinks: (Fuck, she looks so hot in that wet saree. I can see her nipples and the outline of her panties. I want to rip that cloth off and devour her.)]

As Elango started moving his hands over Gayu's ass, he could feel the panty line due to her wet clothes. He gently pressed her ass, and Gayu closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh.

[Gayu thinks: (Oh God, this feels so good. I shouldn't be enjoying this, but I just can't help it.)]

Elango slowly tried to separate Gayu's ass cheeks with his fingers, and she shocked him by not saying anything. Instead, she just stood there, frozen in pleasure.

"Gayu, are you sure you're not going to any gym?" Elango asked again, his voice husky with desire.

Gayu was embarrassed by the question, but she couldn't deny the truth. Her ass was firm and toned from years of exercise.

"No...Elango," Gayu replied softly.

[Elango thinks: (Fuck yeah! She has an amazing body! I want to explore every inch of it.)]

As they stood there in silence for a moment longer than necessary


(Gayu thought : may be i am tempting elang too much)

[Harini13]

As Gayu tried to separate herself from Elango's grasp, he took one last opportunity to massage her ass firmly. His fingers dug deep into her cheeks, and Gayu let out a soft moan as she pulled away.

"Ah...okay," Gayu whispered, trying to sound normal despite the arousal that still lingered in her voice.

Just as they separated, Balaji walked into the room, oblivious to the intimate moment that had just transpired. He was humming a tune and didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.

"Hey mom, hey Elango," Balaji said with a smile, dropping his bag on the floor.

Gayu quickly composed herself, trying to act as if nothing had happened. She adjusted her saree, making sure it was properly dbangd around her body.

"Hi beta...how was your day?" Gayu asked with a forced smile.

Elango also tried to play it cool, but his eyes kept drifting back to Gayu's body. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that he had been able to arouse her so easily.

Balaji walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, completely unaware of the tension in the room. "I'm good, mom. Just got back from college. What's for dinner?"

Gayu breathed a sigh of relief as Balaji's question broke the awkward silence. She smiled and started talking about dinner plans, trying to act normal.

As they talked about mundane things like food and college, Elango couldn't help but steal glances at Gayu's body. He knew he had gotten away with something, and he couldn't wait to see her again.


Gayu tried to avoid eye contact with Elango, but she could feel his gaze on her skin. She knew she had to be careful around him, or things might get out of hand...

[Harini13]

As Gayu walked out of the room, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She was relieved that Balaji hadn't noticed anything, but at the same time, she was still reeling from the intimate moment she had shared with Elango.

She walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind her, taking a deep breath as she tried to compose herself. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her hair was still wet and disheveled, and her saree was clinging to her body.

She slowly started to undress, feeling a sense of vulnerability as she removed her wet clothes. As she stood in front of the mirror, naked and exposed, she couldn't help but think about Elango's touch.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as she remembered the way he had massaged her ass, and the way he had looked at her with desire in his eyes. She knew that she shouldn't be feeling this way, but she couldn't help it.

As she started to get dressed in some dry clothes, Gayu heard a knock on the door. "Mom, I've made you some hot tea," Balaji called out from outside.

Gayu smiled and opened the door, taking the cup of tea from Balaji. "Thanks beta...you're so sweet," she said with a smile.

[Harini13]

As Balaji handed Gayu the cup of tea, he also turned to Elango and said, "Hey Elango, I made some extra tea for you too."

Elango smiled and took the cup of tea from Balaji. "Thanks, Balaji. You're a great host," he said with a nod.

As they stood there, sipping their tea, the atmosphere in the room felt a bit more relaxed. Gayu was grateful for the distraction, as it helped to break the tension that had been building between her and Elango.

But as they chatted and laughed together, Gayu couldn't help but notice the way Elango's eyes kept drifting back to her. She felt a flutter in her chest as she met his gaze, and she quickly looked away, trying to compose herself.

Balaji seemed oblivious to the undercurrents between his mother and Elango. He was chatting with them about his day at college, completely unaware of the sparks that were flying between them.

As they finished their tea, Elango set his cup down and said, "I should probably get going. I have some work to do tonight."

Gayu felt a pang of disappointment at the thought of Elango leaving. She didn't know why, but she had enjoyed having him around. "Okay...it was nice having you over," she said with a smile.

Elango smiled back at her, his eyes locked on hers for a moment before he turned to Balaji and said, "Thanks again for the tea, Balaji. I'll catch you guys later."

As Elango walked out of the house, Gayu couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. She knew that she had been playing with fire by letting things get so intimate with him...

[Harini13]

As Gayu changed back into her normal saree, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She had enjoyed the intimacy with Elango, but now that he was gone, she was left to deal with the guilt and regret.

She walked back into the room, her mind racing with thoughts of what had happened. She felt a flutter in her chest as she thought about Elango's touch, and she couldn't help but notice that her panty was moist. She felt a wave of shame wash over her, and she quickly tried to push the thoughts away.

But as she sat down on the bed, she couldn't help but think about what society would think of such a relationship. Elango was a nice person, but he was also a man who was not her husband. What would people say if they found out? Would they judge her? Would they think she was immoral?

Gayu felt a sense of panic rising up inside of her. She had always been a respectable woman, a good wife and mother. But now, she felt like she was risking everything for a fleeting moment of pleasure.

She thought about all the times she had heard people talk about women who had affairs with other men. They were always spoken about in hushed tones, with disgust and contempt. Gayu didn't want to be one of those women.

As she sat there, feeling regret and shame, Gayu heard Balaji calling out to her from the other room. "Mom, do you want to watch TV with me?" he asked.

Gayu took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She didn't want Balaji to suspect anything was wrong. "Yes, beta...I'll be right there," she said with a forced smile.

As she walked out of the room and joined Balaji on the couch, Gayu couldn't help but feel like she was living a lie. She was pretending to be this perfect mother and wife, but inside, she was torn apart by desire and guilt...