Adultery Awakening of a Mother's Corrupt Side

[bikiniking]

Please, waiting for update...

Working on it, will post before tomorrow end of day!!

[Aragon]

Great to see that you are back....
Want erotice scenes between Rehan and priya

[bikiniking]

Great to see that you are back....
Want erotice scenes between Rehan and priya

Letting my creative juices flow.... Update coming tomorrow, Let's see what's in store for Priya ;)

[Aragon]

Update ka intezar ho raha hain vai ?

[bikiniking]

The Unplanned Plan

The idea for the trip sparked during a casual evening at Arjun's home. Right next day, Rehan, ever the adventurer, had been scrolling through his phone, showing pictures of misty hills and cascading waterfalls in Lonavala. "

We need a break from this city grind," he said, leaning back on the couch with a grin. Arjun nodded enthusiastically, his college exams finally over, and Salman, their laid-back third friend with a knack for photography, chimed in about capturing the scenic routes.

Priya, overhearing from the kitchen while preparing tea, poked her head in. "Sounds fun. Why not make it a group thing? I could use some fresh air too." The boys exchanged surprised glances, but Rehan's eyes lit up. Arjun hesitated for a moment, but seeing his mother's eager smile, he too agreed. In the last few days he is getting transformed into something else.

They booked tickets for the next day's train - a 28-hour journey on the Delhi-Mumbai express, with a switch in Pune for Lonavala. It was settled quickly: a four-day escape to the hills, packed with hikes, theme parks, and relaxation. Priya insisted on handling the packing, her mind already buzzing with excitement - and a secret thrill about spending time with Rehan away from home.

The morning of departure arrived with the usual Delhi hustle. Priya stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the deep maroon saree that clung to her curves like a second skin. The fabric was a rich, embroidered silk, patterned with subtle white motifs that shimmered under the light. The blouse was sleeveless and low-cut, revealing just enough of her ample cleavage to turn heads, while the saree dbangd elegantly over her hips, the pallu tucked in a way that accentuated her toned midriff from her yoga routines. 



Gold bangles jingled on her wrists, and large earrings framed her face, her dark hair cascading down her back. She applied a touch of red lipstick, smiling at her reflection. "This will do," she whispered, feeling a spark of mischief. Downstairs, Arjun was loading bags into the cab, while Rehan and Salman waited outside, chatting about the itinerary.

As Priya stepped out, the morning sun caught the sheen of her saree, making it glow. Rehan's eyes widened instantly, his gaze lingering on the way the fabric hugged her figure. "Wow, Mrs. Mehra—you look... stunning," he said, his voice low and appreciative. Priya laughed lightly, waving it off. 

"Just Priya, remember? And thank you. It's comfortable for the long ride." Salman, fiddling with his camera bag, glanced up and nodded politely, but Arjun rolled his eyes playfully. "Mom, you're going to make the whole train stare." 

She ruffled his hair. "That's the point of dressing up sometimes, beta." They all laughed.

They piled into the cab, the air thick with anticipation. Rehan sat next to Priya in the back, their thighs brushing as the car jostled through traffic. He leaned in slightly. "That color suits you perfectly. Makes you stand out."

Priya felt a warmth spread through her, her hand grazing his knee "accidentally" as she adjusted her saree. "Flattery already? Save some for the trip." Salman, in the front, turned back with a grin. "Yeah, Rehan, don't wear out your charm before we even board."

At the New Delhi Railway Station, chaos reigned supreme. Porters shouted, vendors hawked chai and snacks, and crowds surged toward platforms. The group navigated through the throng, tickets in hand for their AC 2-tier coach. 

Priya's saree drew immediate attention - whispers from passing men, some outright stares. A middle-aged vendor pushing a cart of bottled water slowed down, his eyes fixed on her exposed midriff. "Madam, cold water? You look like you could use something refreshing," he said with a sly smile, his tone laced with innuendo.

Priya met his gaze, tilting her head playfully. "Maybe later. Right now, I'm plenty refreshed." Rehan noticed, his hand protectively on her lower back as they moved forward. "Ignore them," he murmured, but Priya shrugged. "It's harmless fun." Arjun led the way to the platform, while Salman snapped a quick photo of the bustling scene.

Boarding the train was a scramble. The coach was moderately crowded, with families and solo travelers settling in. Their berths were in a compartment: lower for Priya and Arjun, upper for Rehan and Salman. As they stowed luggage under the seats, Priya bent down to arrange her bag, her saree pallu slipping slightly, revealing more of her blouse's deep neckline. Rehan, standing nearby, couldn't help but stare, his breath catching.

"Need help with that?" he offered, kneeling beside her. Their faces were inches apart, and she whispered, "Only if you promise not to drop anything." Her fingers brushed his as she handed him a smaller bag, sending a spark between them. Salman, climbing to his upper berth, caught the moment out of the corner of his eye but said nothing, assuming it was just friendly help. Arjun, already seated, plugged in his earphones, oblivious for now.

The train lurched forward with a whistle, pulling out of the station amid the clatter of wheels on tracks. Sunlight streamed through the tinted windows, casting a warm glow on the compartment. Priya settled by the window, her saree dbangd gracefully over her lap.

 Rehan took the seat opposite her, their knees almost touching in the narrow space. "Excited for the hills?" he asked, his eyes tracing the embroidery on her blouse. Priya leaned forward, her cleavage subtly accentuated by the movement. "Very. It's been ages since I've traveled like this. Feels liberating." She crossed her legs, the saree riding up just enough to show a glimpse of her ankle, adorned with a simple chain.

Rehan swallowed, shifting in his seat. "Liberating is a good word. You look... sexy in that outfit." Priya smiled coyly, her hand resting on her thigh. "Do I? Maybe I chose it for the attention. MAgar tum dekh hi nahi rahe ho" Arjun glanced over, raising an eyebrow, but Salman was busy scrolling on his phone above.

As the train picked up speed, rolling through the outskirts of Delhi, a sweeper entered the compartment with a broom and bucket. He was a wiry man in a stained uniform, moving methodically down the aisle. When he reached their section, he paused, his eyes lingering on Priya's form. "Clean berth, madam?" he asked, but his gaze was anything but professional, roaming over her exposed skin. 

"You look like a movie star in that saree. Traveling alone?" Priya chuckled softly, not offended but amused. "Not alone. With friends." She adjusted her pallu, letting it slip a fraction more before pulling it back, a teasing glint in her eye. The sweeper grinned, wiping his brow. "Lucky friends. If you need anything - water, extra sheets—just call." He leaned in closer than necessary to sweep under her seat, his shoulder brushing her leg. 

Rehan tensed, but Priya played along, saying, "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks." As the sweeper moved on, muttering something under his breath about "Kya gajab randi hai," Rehan leaned in. "That guy was bold." Priya whispered back, "Jealous? It's just words." They both laughed.


The journey continued, the landscape shifting from urban sprawl to open fields. Vendors came and went, shouting their wares. One, a young man selling magazines and snacks, stopped at their berth. "Chips, biscuits? Or something sweet for the beautiful madam?" His eyes were glued to Priya's blouse, the low cut drawing him in.



Priya selected a pack of biscuits, handing over money slowly, her fingers grazing his palm. "Sweet sounds good. What do you recommend?" She batted her eyelashes playfully, enjoying the flush on his face. "Uh, these chocolates are popular," he stammered, fumbling the change. Rehan watched, a mix of amusement and possessiveness in his expression. "Make it quick, buddy," he said lightly, but Priya shot him a wink. Salman, now paying attention from above, leaned over the edge of his berth. "Hey, get me some too. And yeah, she does have good taste." It was his first subtle entry into the flirtation, noticing how Priya commanded attention.

A few hours in, the train made its first major stop at a smaller station. Passengers disembarked for fresh air, and the group decided to stretch their legs. On the platform, amid the chaos of chai sellers and beggars, Priya stood out like a beacon in her maroon saree. A group of laborers waiting for another train whispered among themselves, one bold enough to catcall softly: "What a sight! That saree hugs her just right." 

Priya overheard, turning toward them with a smile rather than ignoring it. She bent to pick up a fallen water bottle, her saree tightening around her hips, drawing more murmurs. "She's teasing us on purpose," one said. Rehan pulled her closer, his arm around her waist. "Let's get back inside." But Priya lingered, buying a cup of chai, sipping it slowly while meeting their gazes. "Let them look. It's flattering. Tumko bhi to mujhe show off karne me mazza aata hai" Salman, capturing the scene with his camera discreetly, chuckled. "You're handling this like a pro, aunty." Priya raised her cup to him. "Call me Priya. And yes, I am."

Back on the train, as it resumed its rhythm, the teasing intensified in their compartment. Priya offered Rehan a biscuit from her pack, feeding it to him directly, her fingers brushing his lips. "Try this. It's sweet, like you said." Rehan's eyes locked on hers, chewing slowly. "Not as sweet as the company." Arjun, noticing the exchange, cleared his throat. "Mom, save some for the rest of us." 

But Salman, now fully engaged, dropped down from his berth. "I'll take one too, Priya. If you're sharing." She handed him one, her hand lingering on his. "Of course. Wouldn't want you feeling left out." The air grew charged, with Rehan shooting Salman a playful glare.

Lunchtime arrived with the train's pantry car attendant bringing thalis. Priya arranged the trays on the fold-out table, her saree pallu falling loose as she reached across. Rehan "helped" by tucking it back, his fingers grazing her bare midriff. "Can't have that slipping," he said huskily. 

Priya shivered at the touch, leaning into it briefly. "Thanks. You're always so attentive." Salman watched openly now, joining the meal. "This food's okay, but the view's better." Priya laughed, portioning rice onto his plate. "Flattery from you too? The trip's bringing out the best in everyone." As they ate, her foot found Rehan's under the table again, rubbing subtly against his calf. He responded by pressing back, the silent game building heat.

The afternoon sun baked the fields outside, and the compartment grew warmer despite the AC. Priya fanned herself with her pallu, the motion causing the fabric to shift, exposing more cleavage. A passing ticket checker stopped, ostensibly to verify tickets, but his eyes wandered. "Everything okay here, madam? You look a bit hot—need the fan adjusted?" Priya nodded, standing to let him reach the controls, her body close to his. "Yes, please. It's getting steamy." The double entendre hung in the air, and he fumbled with the switch, stealing glances. Rehan clenched his jaw, but Priya enjoyed the power. Salman, smirking, said, "Yeah, it's definitely heating up." Priya gave him a teasing smile

By late afternoon, with another station stop, Priya stepped out again, this time alone for a moment, drawing a small crowd of admirers - vendors, passengers, even a security guard—who made passing comments on her allure. She teased back with smiles and light banter, feeling alive.

Returning to the berth, she found Rehan waiting, pulling her into a quick hug disguised as balance help. "Missed you," he whispered. Priya pressed against him. "Good. The fun's just starting." Salman, now fully noticing the dynamic, joined in with a wink. "Count me in for whatever's next."  Priya and Rehan laughed as if it was just a joke.


The daytime journey stretched on, filled with these layered moments of flirtation and teasing, the train's rhythm mirroring the building tension. Priya's maroon saree became the centerpiece, a symbol of her awakening desires, as the group hurtled toward the hills - and whatever awaited next! But there are still 15 more hours to go!!

[bikiniking]

The journey Continues


The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the rolling fields outside the train windows. The compartment had settled into a lazy rhythm, with the clatter of wheels providing a constant backdrop to the group's intermittent conversations. Priya had dozed off lightly on her berth, her maroon saree slightly disheveled from the day's movements, the fabric still clinging to her curves in a way that drew occasional glances from passing passengers.

Arjun was engrossed in a book, his earphones in, but he was constantly on the lookout. He couldn't forget the feeling of cumming on his Mom's panties, the tabboo, the thrill. This left Rehan and Salman with a rare moment of privacy, perched on the upper berths across from each other, their legs dangling over the edges as they whispered conspiratorially.

Rehan leaned over first, his voice a hushed growl, eyes flicking down to Priya's sleeping form. "Bro, look at her. That saree... it's like it's painted on. I can't stop thinking about ripping it off." He adjusted himself subtly, the bulge in his pants evident from the day's buildup of tension.



Salman grinned, peeking down as well, his gaze lingering on the rise and fall of her chest. "I know, man. She's been teasing us all day with those 'accidental' brushes and bends. You see how she handled that vendor? Smiling like she wants it. This trip is our chance."

The chat turned dirtier quickly, fueled by the confined space and the thrill of secrecy. Rehan chuckled low, switching to a mix of English and Hindi for emphasis, keeping his voice barely above a whisper.

"Saali kitni hot hai, yaar. Imagine Lonavala mein, usko hill pe le jaake, saree utaar ke chodne me kya feel ayegi. Her moans echoing in the valley."

Salman nodded eagerly, his eyes darkening with lust. "Haan, bilkul. Pehle main uski gaand dabaoonga, phir tu usko doggy style mein pela. She's been eye-fucking you since Delhi time to make it real."

Rehan licked his lips, glancing to ensure Arjun wasn't listening. But HE WAS!  

Salman leaned closer, his whisper turning raspy. "Main to soch raha hoon, bro. Train mein hi start kar dein? Night mein berth pe, blanket ke neeche haath daal ke. isko dono taraf se chodenge. Tu aage se, main peeche se. She'll beg for more."

Rehan's hand gripped the berth rail tighter, his imagination running wild. "Haan, yaar, uski chut ko itna ragadenge ki wo chilaye. And those lips - blowjob in the car on the way back? This trip, she's ours to ruin." They shared a knowing smirk, fist-bumping quietly, the conversation stoking their arousal as the train sped on.

But the day wasn't over yet. As Priya stirred from her nap, stretching languidly, her saree pallu slipped again, revealing the smooth skin of her midriff. She caught Rehan and Salman watching from above, their expressions a mix of hunger and mischief. 

"What are you two plotting up there?" she asked playfully, sitting up and adjusting her blouse, which only accentuated her cleavage further. Rehan dropped down smoothly, landing beside her berth. 

"Just talking about the itinerary. You rested?" His hand brushed her arm as he sat, lingering a second too long. Priya felt the spark, her body responding with a subtle shift toward him. "A little. But I'm ready for more... adventure." Salman, still above, called down with a wink. "We all are. This train's got nothing on what's coming."

The teasing resumed almost immediately. Another vendor passed through the aisle, this one selling fresh fruits - mangoes and guavas sliced on a tray. He stopped at their compartment, his eyes widening at Priya. "Madam, sweet mango for a sweet lady? Best in season."

Priya leaned forward to inspect, her saree tightening around her hips as she did. "They do look juicy. How much?" As she bargained lightly, her fingers grazed the vendor's hand while taking a slice, popping it into her mouth slowly, juice dripping down her chin. Rehan watched, transfixed, while Salman whispered from above, "See? She's doing it on purpose." The vendor stammered, "F-free sample for you, madam. You brighten the whole coach."

Priya laughed, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. "Thank you. Maybe I'll take a few more." As he moved on, muttering compliments under his breath, Priya offered a slice to Rehan. "Want a taste?" She fed it to him, her fingers brushing his lips, eyes locked. SHe slowly took her wet, slimy fingers and shoved in her own mouth licking them greedily... not breaking the eye contact at all



The train approached another station, this one busier, with platforms teeming with evening commuters. The group decided to step out again for some air, stretching their legs amid the crowd. Priya's maroon saree stood out vividly against the gray concrete, drawing stares from all directions. A cluster of young men near a tea stall whispered among themselves, one bold enough to comment loudly enough for her to hear:

"What a bombshell. Saree mein bhi itni sexy." Priya turned, not shying away, instead smiling and adjusting her pallu to let it dbang more revealingly for a moment. "Enjoying the view, boys?" she teased, her voice carrying just to them. Rehan pulled her arm gently. "Come on, don't encourage them." But his grip was possessive, his thumb stroking her skin. Salman flanked her other side, adding, "Though you do make it hard not to stare."

Back on the train, as it pulled away into the fading light, the compartment lights flickered on, casting a warm glow. Priya settled back, fanning herself with her hand, the motion causing her blouse to shift slightly. 

A railway attendant came by to check on bedding arrangements, his professional demeanor cracking as he addressed Priya. "Sheets and pillows, madam? Anything else to make you comfortable?" His eyes dipped to her exposed collarbone. Priya nodded, leaning back to let him arrange the linens, her leg brushing his accidentally. "That's perfect. You're very helpful." 

As he left, Rehan muttered, "Everyone's after you today." 

Priya whispered back, "And you're not?" Her hand found his knee squeezing lightly.

Settling in for the transition to night, Priya excused herself to the bathroom to freshen up, leaving Rehan and Salman alone again.

They seized the moment to continue their chat, voices low and urgent. Rehan started, "Fuck, that shawl thing? Imagine tying her up with it. Uske haath bandh ke, phir usko chodna non-stop."

Salman nodded, adjusting his position. "Haan, aur uski awaaz sunna jab wo bolti hai 'harder'. We'll take turns—tu pehle, main baad mein. Make her cum so many times she forgets her name."

Rehan grinned wickedly. "Deal. This trip, she's getting double the fun. Arjun ko pata nahi chalega."

Priya returned, her saree freshly adjusted, lipstick reapplied. "Miss me?" She slid back into her spot, the air thick with anticipation. The teasing continued with shared snacks - Priya feeding bites to both boys, her fingers lingering on their mouths. A passing cleaner paused, eyeing the intimate setup. "Cozy here. Need trash taken?" Priya handed over wrappers, her smile inviting. "All good. Thanks for keeping things clean." As he left, Salman whispered to Rehan, "Unlike what we're planning."

The daytime journey wound down with these layered moments, the dirty chat between Rehan and Salman adding an undercurrent of raw desire. Priya, oblivious to the specifics but sensing the heat, played along masterfully, her flirtations building toward the night. The train hurtled into darkness, carrying them closer to Lonavala and the promises it held.



As one last thing before they doze off, Priya removed her saree... staying in just that tiny blouse and a petticot, tight on her hips and tied way 6 inch below her navel.


To be continued....

Please share comments, feedback and thoughts :)

[bikiniking]

[Aragon]

This update is kind of boring type... Adding another character reduces the spark of chemistry between Rehan and priya... Already Rehan and priya started dating, so it's unnecessary to give importance to that Salman character.

[Aragon]

Hope to see something better in the next update

[Uvaaaa]

Nice update and keep it up.

[bikiniking]

Nice update and keep it up.

Thank you, there are certain ideas in my head! working on the next draft.

[mahamatherchod]

thanks for update. Hope we get regular update

[Sage_69]

Priya is too horny. If she needs to wait too much, It's unknown if she will care whose dick enters her first. Lol.

[bikiniking]

Priya is too horny. If she needs to wait too much, It's unknown if she will care whose dick enters her first. Lol.

Haha! It's a way of liberation for her. Not just the mere sex, but the fact that she can actually be in charge. Not just with the boys but with the world and the men in it.

[bikiniking]

thanks for update. Hope we get regular update

Yes! Next update already in progress, will come within a day or two.

[bikiniking]

Train Journey - Night Time

The golden hues of sunset had long faded into the inky blackness of night, leaving the train compartment bathed in the soft, artificial glow of overhead lights that flickered occasionally with the train's movement. The air inside was a mix of recycled coolness from the AC and the faint, lingering scent of packed dinners - spicy curries and rotis shared among passengers earlier. 

Outside, the world blurred into darkness, punctuated only by distant village lights or the occasional station platform whizzing by. Priya reclined on her lower berth, her maroon saree slightly rumpled and kept on the side. The red silken fabric of her petticot elegantly dbangd over her curvaceous form. The silk fabric whispered against her skin with every sway of the train, a constant reminder of the day's teasing adventures. 

Her blouse, with its low neckline, rose and fell gently with her breaths, and she felt a subtle thrill coursing through her veins.



"This journey is stirring something deep inside me" she thought, her mind replaying the stolen glances and brushes from Rehan and Salman and all the conversations, borderline dirty conversations in her date with Rehan.

"It's wrong, perhaps, with Arjun right here... but it feels so alive. So free."

Arjun, on the berth opposite her, pretended to scroll through his phone, his earphones plugged in but the volume low enough to catch snippets of conversation. He had sensed the shift in the atmosphere all day - the way Rehan's eyes lingered on his mother's exposed midriff, how Salman's compliments had grown bolder.

"What's going on with them? " Arjun wondered, a knot of confusion twisting in his gut.

"Mom's smiling more, laughing at their jokes. And that saree... she knows it draws attention. Am I imagining things, or is there something more? Is she really going to DO it with Rehan? Just Rehan" 

He shifted uncomfortably, trying to focus on a mindless game on his screen, but his eyes kept darting back to the group.

Rehan, seated casually on the edge of Priya's berth, pulled out his phone with a sly smile that lit up his handsome features. His athletic build, honed from college sports, made him look effortlessly commanding in the confined space.

"Priya, let's spice this up a bit," he murmured, his voice low and husky, carrying just enough to reach Salman, who was lounging on the upper berth above, his legs dangling over the side. Salman's charming face broke into a grin, his outgoing nature making him quick to join any fun.

Rehan: "Yeah, a group chat. Just the three of us. Easier to... coordinate the trip."

Priya tilted her head, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder, earrings glinting in the light. "Coordinate? You mean plot more mischief?"

She laughed softly, but her heart raced at the idea. A private space, away from Arjun's ears. This could get interesting, she thought, unlocking her phone.

Rehan's fingers flew across the screen as he created the WhatsApp group, naming it "Secret Hill Vibes" with a winking emoji. He added Priya and Salman, the notifications buzzing almost simultaneously. Priya's phone vibrated in her hand, and she glanced at Arjun, who seemed engrossed in his device.

"Good, he's not noticing" she assured herself, though a flicker of guilt crossed her mind.

The first message from Rehan popped up: "Welcome, Priya. This is where the real fun starts. No prying eyes."

Salman followed quickly: "Haha, yeah. That saree looks killer tonight. Bet it's even better up close."

Priya felt a warmth spread through her cheeks and lower, her body responding to the words. "They're starting already" she thought, biting her lip.

She typed back: "You boys are incorrigible. But okay, let's see where this goes."

Arjun caught the subtle change his mother's fingers tapping rapidly, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Who's she texting so much? And what's with them, smiling too much?"

He angled his phone to glimpse Rehan's screen briefly, seeing the group name - "A chat without me? This is about her. I knew it"  His pulse quickened, a strange mix of protectiveness and curiosity stirring within him. He kept his expression neutral, but inside he was burning - with shame and lust. He wanted to stop it... but part of him wanted to know where it is going

The chat heated up swiftly, the screen illuminating Priya's face in the dim light.

Rehan: "Tell us, Priya, what's running through that pretty head? Dreaming of Lonavala already?"

Salman: "Or us? Admit it, that teasing today got you thinking."

Priya shifted on her berth, pulling a light blanket over her lap for modesty, though the compartment was mostly quiet now, with other passengers dozing behind their curtains. "They're pushing boundaries" she thought, her thighs pressing together as a familiar ache built.

Priya: "Maybe a little. You two have been... distracting." Her free hand rested on her thigh, fingers twitching with temptation.

Rehan leaned closer, whispering to her - "Keep going in the chat. It's safer."

His eyes met hers, full of promise.

Rehan messaged: "Distracting how? Show us."

Salman: "Yeah, touch where it aches. For us."

Priya's breath caught, her hand slipping under the blanket almost involuntarily. "This is crazy, on a train" she thought, but the thrill overrode caution.

Her fingers traced the edge of her petticot, lifting it slightly to reach her petticoat.

Priya: "You want details?"  

Her other hand delving lower, brushing against the lace of her panties. The fabric was already warm, dampening at her touch. She had been wet for a long time... in anticipation of the unholy!

Arjun noticed the blanket's subtle movement, his mother's face flushing in the low light.

"Is she... touching herself? No, that can't be" - Arjun wondered. But the way her eyes stayed glued to the phone, her breaths shallow, confirmed his suspicion.

Arjun thought - "Because of their messages? Fuck, this is turning me on, even though it's wrong" He felt a stirring in his pants, shifting to hide it, his mind racing with images he tried to suppress.

The messages flowed like a torrent.

Rehan: "Slide those fingers under. Feel how wet you are for us."

Salman: "Imagine my hand there instead. Rub slow, tease yourself."

Priya obeyed, her fingers slipping beneath her panties, finding her slick folds. She was aroused, the attention from all the men - She started circling her clit gently, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"I'm doing it," she messaged.

Priya: "I'm Wet... thinking of your hands on me."



The train's gentle rock aided the rhythm, each sway pressing her fingers deeper. She dipped one inside, gasping quietly, her inner walls clenching. She loved the way her warm and wet pussy felt on her fingers.

Rehan watched intently, his own arousal evident. Salman leaned over the berth edge, whispering to Rehan, "She's really into it."

In the chat:

Rehan: "Deeper, Priya. Finger fuck yourself like it's my cock."

Salman: "Kitni garam hai tu. Add another finger."

Priya complied, inserting a second finger, thrusting slowly, her thumb on her clit. Thingking to herself - "They're controlling me... and I love it"

her hips bucking subtly under the blanket. Pleasure built in waves, her free hand gripping the phone tightly. "Feels so good... moaning quietly for you," she typed, stifling another sound.

Arjun's eyes widened behind his pretense of scrolling. He could hear the faint rustle of fabric, see her body tense. "She's masturbating. Right across from me. Because of Rehan and Salman" 

Jealousy burned, but so did desire - his hand slipped under his blanket, gripping his hardening length. He stroked slowly, matching her imagined rhythm, guilt flooding him.

The chat grew filthier.

Rehan: "Pinch your nipple through the blouse. Imagine my mouth there."

Salman: "Cum for us, Priya. Think of us filling you."

Priya's fingers moved faster, plunging in and out, her palm grinding against her clit. Her body coiling tight. With a shudder, she climaxed, waves crashing over her, biting her lip to stay silent. For a second she wondered - "What have I started"



Rehan and Salman exchanged triumphant looks.

Rehan typed: "Proof time. Give us your panties. Wet from you."

Salman: "Yeah, take them off. Hand them over."

Priya's eyes sparkled with post-orgasm daring. "They want them? Okay, let's play." She glanced at Arjun - eyes closed, seemingly asleep and nodded.

Under the blanket, she hiked her petticot, sliding the soaked panties down her legs, balling them in her fist. "Here," she whispered, passing them to Rehan.

He took them, feeling the warmth, inhaling discreetly. "Perfect." Salman reached down: "My turn to feel."

They slipped away one by one to the train toile - a cramped, dimly lit space with the constant rumble of the tracks.

Rehan first, locking the door, unwrapping the panties around his cock stroking furiously. "For you, Priya," he groaned, cumming into the fabric. Salman followed, the panties now stickier. "Kitni sexy randdi hai" he muttered, pumping until release added to the mess.

It was tiny black panty, shining with her grool, followed by Rehan's big load and now Salman too had cummed in them...

If there is a materialistic definition of promiscuity - It would be her panty a this moment.




Back, they returned them to Priya under the blanket. "Keep them warm," Rehan winked.

She felt the added wetness, and the weight of their cum, still fresh, giving her a new thrill. She opened up her tote bag and just put it inside. Still smiling about her depraved act. She was so tired with all the heat and hormones, didn't take long for her to doze off.

Half an hour later....

Arjun lay in the dim glow of the train compartment, his heart pounding as he clutched the stolen panties—still warm and slick from Priya's arousal mingled with Rehan and Salman's cum - his mind a whirlwind of forbidden depravity, whispering that this was his mother’s intimate essence, tainted by his friends yet now his to claim.

With trembling hands, he pressed the damp lace to his nose, inhaling deeply the musky, intoxicating blend of her sweetness and their salty remnants, thoughts flooding him of Priya's body writhing under the blanket earlier, her fingers plunging where he secretly yearned to be, imagining himself replacing them, thrusting into her forbidden warmth while she moaned his name in shameful ecstasy.

Wrapping the soiled fabric around his throbbing cock, he stroked slowly at first, savoring the sticky glide, his depraved fantasies escalating to visions of pinning her down in the family home, her saree torn aside as he filled her completely, defiling the maternal bond with raw, incestuous lust.

Faster now!!
His grip tightened!!
Hips bucking subtly under his own blanket!!

The taboo thrill pushing him over the edge until he erupted with a muffled groan, adding his hot seed to the mess, a surge of guilty pleasure washing over him as he pictured her wearing them unknowingly, marked by her own son's perversion.

Panting, he slipped the panties back in the tote bag, retreating into the shadows, his mind already craving more of this dark, irreversible path. The path of Debauchery and Lust 


Slowly he too drifted to sleep and the night wore on, the train carrying their secrets into the dawn...

[Aragon]

The pivotal theme of this story is Rehan and Priya's chemistry.. Still remember how this was started, their chats etc. But now the chemistry lost its path after the inclusion of Salman character.

[Aragon]

And one thing I don't understand why Rehan easily allowed Salman between him & priya.. !?

[Sage_69]

Nice. Priya will get railed in train by her son's friends.

[Uvaaaa]

Wow super update