The Teacher Who Knelt to maid Son

[sexycharan]

Awesome bro

[Kore shivkant]

From "Living room new order" subtitle added

Thank you for the response.........   .......when will be the next update.??? Eagerly waiting

[nostonari]

Mindblowing bro. Keep rocking

[Batni123]

Part Three: The Nine Months of Ownership
Chapter Two: Day 15 – Monday, 1 June 2020
**Kitchen Confessions – The Full Telling, Radha version**

10:42 a.m.
The dishes were done. Nikhil was in his room “studying”.
The flat was quiet except for the fan and the ticking of the wall clock.

Lakshmi sat on the kitchen platform, legs swinging, glass of water in hand.
Radha stood in front of her in a thin cotton nightie, pallu long fallen, cheeks pink.

Lakshmi’s voice was soft, teasing, like two friends gossiping.

“Didi… baitho na.
Poori kahani sunao, shuruaat se.
Jab pehli baar kapde utaare the uske saamne… kaisa laga tha?”

Radha sat, shy smile, voice low.

“Pehle… bahut darr laga tha.
Us din dining table pe Ludo khel rahe the… main haar gayi… aur woh chup tha, dar raha tha.
Usne dheere se bola ‘sab utaar do’… lekin aankhein neeche.
Maine samjha… ladka abhi bhi darta hai mujhse.
Toh maine khud lead liya.
Pallu dheere se gira diya… usko bola ‘dekho, Sir, daro mat’.
Phir blouse khola… bra… panties… har cheez khud utaari, taaki uska dar khatam ho.
Woh dekhta reh gaya… aankhein badi-badi… lekin haath kaanp rahe the.
Maine uska haath pakad ke apni choochiyon pe rakha… aur bola ‘ab tum Sir ho’.
Tab jaake uska dar thoda kam hua.”

Lakshmi laughed.
“Arre wah… tu ne uska dar nikaala apni nangi body se?
Phir lund dekha?”

Radha covered her face, giggling.
“Haan… jab main poori nangi ho gayi, uska tent khada ho gaya.
Pehli baar dekha… itna bada… mota…
mujhe laga phat jaungi.
Lekin maine khud uska lungi khola… haath mein liya… aur bola ‘Sir, aap andar daaliye’.
Tab woh thoda confident hua.”

Lakshmi leaned forward, eyes twinkling.
“Aur gaand? Pehli baar gaand maari usne kab?”

Radha’s blush went nuclear.
She hid her face completely, voice muffled.

“Usi raat… bedroom mein.
Pehle do baar choot mein daala… phir woh ruk gaya.
Maine poocha ‘kya hua… toh usne sharma ke bola…
‘Ma’am… aapki… gaand… woh bhi meri hai na?’
Main shock ho gayi… boli ‘nahi beta, dard hoga’.
Lekin usne ruler uthaya… aur bola…
‘Ma’am, aapne mujhe kitni baar ruler se maara tha… ab meri baari hai’.
Phir usne mujhe ghumaya… bend karwaya… aur… andar ghusa diya.
Dard se main ro padi… khoon bhi nikla…
lekin woh ruk nahi… bolta raha ‘ab aap meri pony ho’.
Maine thank you bola… aur uske liye rona bandh nahi kiya… lekin andar se… poori tarah se uski ho gayi.”

Lakshmi wiped a tear from Radha’s cheek, laughing softly.
“Arre didi… paisa vasool tha apne student ka lund pehli baar dekh ke!
Tu ne uska dar nikaala… aur usne teri gaand le li.
Perfect deal!”

Radha buried her face in Lakshmi’s lap, giggling and crying at the same time.

Lakshmi stroked her hair, voice turning gentle.

“Bas didi… ab period aa gaya, tension mat le.
Teen mahine aur hain.
Tab tak dono enjoy karo.
Aur marker wale nishaan… sach mein accha lag rahe hain.
‘Nikhil’s Breeding Bitch’… ha ha, beta sach mein artist hai.”

Radha giggled through her tears, the teasing warm and loving.

Outside the kitchen door, Nikhil stood frozen, having heard every word, his cock hardening at the confession of his teacher’s total fall.
He slipped away silently, heart pounding with dark triumph.

Chapter ends.

[Batni123]

### The Queen Who Knelt
Part Four: The Eternal Ownership
Chapter One: Day 45 – Sunday, 12 July 2020
**The Proud Husband**

11:10 a.m.
Lakshmi had already left for her friend’s place (“Birthday lunch, didi, I’ll be back by evening”).
The flat was theirs alone.

Nikhil walked into the bedroom where Radha was folding laundry.
He came up behind her, arms sliding around her waist, lips brushing her ear.

“Radha… one of my friends is coming in twenty minutes.
Be ready.
Wear the red saree I like.
And no bra.”

Radha froze, heart suddenly racing.
She turned in his arms, eyes wide with alarm.

“Nikhil… you’re going to… share me today?”
Her voice was small, trembling.

Nikhil smiled, kissed her forehead.
“You’ll see.
Just trust me.”

11:45 a.m.
The doorbell rang.

Radha stood in the living room in the deep-red saree, blouse low-cut, pallu perfectly dbangd, two mangalsutras shining.
No bra — her nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric when she moved.
She was terrified it was the day he would finally show her off.

Nikhil opened the door.

It was **Aryan Kapoor** — the quiet, studious boy from his coaching class, the one who always sat in the front row and blushed whenever Radha Ma’am praised his answers.

Aryan stepped in, smiling shyly.
“Hi Nikhil… you said you wanted to show me something impor—”

His words died.

Radha stood there, hands folded, the perfect picture of a newlywed wife.

Nikhil closed the door, slipped his arm proudly around Radha’s waist, and announced with the biggest grin of his life:

“Aryan… meet my wife.
Radha Ma’am… I mean… Radha Nikhil Sharma.”

Aryan’s jaw actually dropped.
He stared from Nikhil to Radha and back again, eyes like saucers.

“W-wife? Ma’am… you… Nikhil’s… wife?”

Radha forced a shy, radiant smile, cheeks pink, and folded her hands in greeting.
“Hello Aryan beta… sit, I’ll bring tea.”

She served them masala chai and biscuits, moving gracefully, then sat down right beside Nikhil on the sofa — close, like any loving wife.
Nikhil’s hand immediately went to her shoulder, thumb stroking the bare skin above her blouse, proud and possessive.

Aryan kept blinking, unable to process.
“Ma’am… this… how… when…?”

Nikhil laughed, squeezing Radha closer.
“Lockdown magic, bro.
She said yes.
Now she’s mine.
Completely.”

Radha leaned her head lightly against Nikhil’s shoulder, smiling softly, playing the role perfectly while her heart pounded with relief and joy.

Aryan finally found his voice.
“This is… insane. Congratulations, bhai… Ma’am… I mean… bhabhi?”

Radha giggled, blushing.
“Bhabhi is fine, Aryan.”

They talked for twenty minutes — college, exams, future plans — all perfectly normal, while Nikhil’s hand never left her shoulder, occasionally slipping down to trace the edge of her blouse.

When Aryan stood to leave, still dazed, Nikhil walked him to the door and said quietly:

“One thing, yaar.
This stays between us.
Not a word to anyone.
She’s my wife now.
No rumours. Promise?”

Aryan nodded vigorously.
“Promise, bhai.
Your secret is safe.”

The door closed.

The moment it clicked shut, Radha turned to Nikhil, eyes shining with tears of pure happiness.

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him — long, deep, hungry — tongue sliding against his, hands pulling him as close as possible.

When they finally broke apart, breathless, she cupped his face.

“You didn’t share me…
You introduced me as your wife…
In front of the world…
Nikhil… I’ve never been so happy.”

Nikhil grinned, eyes dark with love and triumph.

Radha pressed her forehead to his, voice a sultry whisper.

“Tonight… special treat from your wife.
Be ready, husband.
I’m going to thank you properly.”

She kissed the corner of his mouth and walked away, hips swaying, leaving him standing there hard and aching with anticipation.

Chapter ends.

[Batni123]

Part Four: The Eternal Ownership
Chapter One: Day 45 – Sunday, 12 July 2020
**The Proud Husband**

11:10 a.m.
Lakshmi had already left for her friend’s place (“Birthday lunch, didi, I’ll be back by evening”).
The flat was theirs alone.

Nikhil walked into the bedroom where Radha was folding laundry.
He came up behind her, arms sliding around her waist, lips brushing her ear.

“Radha… one of my friends is coming in twenty minutes.
Be ready.
Wear the red saree I like.
And no bra.”

Radha froze, heart suddenly racing.
She turned in his arms, eyes wide with alarm.

“Nikhil… you’re going to… share me today?”
Her voice was small, trembling.

Nikhil smiled, kissed her forehead.
“You’ll see.
Just trust me.”

11:45 a.m.
The doorbell rang.

Radha stood in the living room in the deep-red saree, blouse low-cut, pallu perfectly dbangd, two mangalsutras shining.
No bra — her nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric when she moved.
She was terrified it was the day he would finally show her off.

Nikhil opened the door.

It was **Aryan Kapoor** — the quiet, studious boy from his coaching class, the one who always sat in the front row and blushed whenever Radha Ma’am praised his answers.

Aryan stepped in, smiling shyly.
“Hi Nikhil… you said you wanted to show me something impor—”

His words died.

Radha stood there, hands folded, the perfect picture of a newlywed wife.

Nikhil closed the door, slipped his arm proudly around Radha’s waist, and announced with the biggest grin of his life:

“Aryan… meet my wife.
Radha Ma’am… I mean… Radha Nikhil Sharma.”

Aryan’s jaw actually dropped.
He stared from Nikhil to Radha and back again, eyes like saucers.

“W-wife? Ma’am… you… Nikhil’s… wife?”

Radha forced a shy, radiant smile, cheeks pink, and folded her hands in greeting.
“Hello Aryan beta… sit, I’ll bring tea.”

She served them masala chai and biscuits, moving gracefully, then sat down right beside Nikhil on the sofa — close, like any loving wife.
Nikhil’s hand immediately went to her shoulder, thumb stroking the bare skin above her blouse, proud and possessive.

Aryan kept blinking, unable to process.
“Ma’am… this… how… when…?”

Nikhil laughed, squeezing Radha closer.
“Lockdown magic, bro.
She said yes.
Now she’s mine.
Completely.”

Radha leaned her head lightly against Nikhil’s shoulder, smiling softly, playing the role perfectly while her heart pounded with relief and joy.

Aryan finally found his voice.
“This is… insane. Congratulations, bhai… Ma’am… I mean… bhabhi?”

Radha giggled, blushing.
“Bhabhi is fine, Aryan.”

They talked for twenty minutes — college, exams, future plans — all perfectly normal, while Nikhil’s hand never left her shoulder, occasionally slipping down to trace the edge of her blouse.

When Aryan stood to leave, still dazed, Nikhil walked him to the door and said quietly:

“One thing, yaar.
This stays between us.
Not a word to anyone.
She’s my wife now.
No rumours. Promise?”

Aryan nodded vigorously.
“Promise, bhai.
Your secret is safe.”

The door closed.

The moment it clicked shut, Radha turned to Nikhil, eyes shining with tears of pure happiness.

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him — long, deep, hungry — tongue sliding against his, hands pulling him as close as possible.

When they finally broke apart, breathless, she cupped his face.

“You didn’t share me…
You introduced me as your wife…
In front of the world…
Nikhil… I’ve never been so happy.”

Nikhil grinned, eyes dark with love and triumph.

Radha pressed her forehead to his, voice a sultry whisper.

“Tonight… special treat from your wife.
Be ready, husband.
I’m going to thank you properly.”

11:58 p.m.
They lay side by side, breathing slowing, bodies still joined, oil and sweat cooling on their skin.
The blindfold was off. The ruler lay forgotten on the floor.
Only the red ribbon around Radha’s neck remained.
Radha traced lazy circles on his chest, voice soft, almost shy again.
“Nikhil… one thing I still want to know.”
He turned his head, kissed her forehead.
“Ask anything, wife.”
She hesitated, then looked straight into his eyes.
“Today… when Aryan came… I thought you were finally going to share me.
I was ready.
I had decided — if that’s what my husband wants, I’ll do it.
But you didn’t.
Why?”
Nikhil’s face changed.
The playful, dominant boy vanished.
In his place was the nineteen-year-old who still remembered standing outside the classroom, terrified of her voice.
He cupped her face with both hands, eyes suddenly wet.
“Because you’re not a trophy, Radha.
You’re my wife.
My everything.
I wanted to show him I won… yes.
But the moment I saw you standing there in that red saree, smiling at him like a normal wife…
I realised I don’t need to prove anything to anyone anymore.
You already gave me the whole world when you called me your husband in front of him.
Sharing you would mean giving away a piece of the only thing that is truly mine.
And I’m too selfish for that.
I can’t.
I won’t.
Ever.”
A tear slipped down his cheek.
“I was a scared, worthless boy once.
You made me a man.
You gave me your body, your name, your future child.
I don’t need to show you off to feel like I won.
I just need you beside me.
That’s enough.”
Radha’s own eyes filled.
She pulled him into the longest, deepest kiss of the night — slow, tender, full of everything words couldn’t carry.
When they broke apart, she pressed her forehead to his.
“Thank you… for keeping me only yours.
Tonight was perfect.”
She smiled through happy tears.
“And the treat isn’t over yet.”
She reached for the warm oil again, poured it over both of them, and spent the next hour worshipping every inch of her husband — slowly, reverently — until he fell asleep with his face buried in her armpit, breathing her in like home.
Outside, the city slept.
Inside, the teacher and her student — now husband and wife, forever — held each other like the world could never take them apart.
6:17 a.m.
Sunlight crept through the curtains.
Nikhil woke slowly, the scent of jasmine and sex still on the sheets, Radha’s warmth curled against his side.
slipped out of bed naked, and padded toward the attached bathroom to brush his teeth.
He stopped in the doorway.
Radha was already there, kneeling on the wet tiles in just her thin white nightie, sleeves rolled up, hair in a messy bun.
She was hand-washing his underwear from last night (the pair soaked with oil, sweat, and their mixed release), scrubbing gently with a small brush and Surf soap, humming softly.
Nikhil leaned against the doorframe, voice still husky with sleep.
“Radha… we have a washing machine.
Why are you doing it by hand?”
Radha looked up, cheeks pink, a shy, radiant smile spreading across her face.
She held up the brief delicately between soapy fingers.
“Because it’s my husband’s underwear.
And a good wife washes her husband’s clothes with her own hands…
especially when they carry the proof of how much she pleased him last night.”
She blushed deeper, eyes dropping back to the fabric, scrubbing a little harder at a stubborn stain.
Nikhil’s heart did something complicated (pride, love, disbelief, possession all at once).
He walked over, crouched behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“You’re crazy, wife.”
Radha leaned back into him, still smiling, voice soft and happy.
“No.
I’m just finally the wife I always wanted to be…
yours.”
She lifted the soapy brief, rinsed it under the tap, and held it up like a trophy.
“See? All clean.
Ready for you to make it dirty again tonight.”
Nikhil laughed, kissed the side of her neck, and whispered against her skin:
“Every morning I wake up thinking it can’t get better…
and every morning you prove me wrong.”
Radha turned her head, kissed him softly, soap suds still on her fingers.
“Then keep waking up, husband.
I have a lifetime of mornings left to prove you wrong.”

[Batni123]

The Circle Closes

The night Radha first made love to Nikhil out of pure love (not surrender, not duty, but love) was the night his seed finally took root.

Two days after that first night of pure love (the night Radha finally made love to Nikhil as his wife, not his conquest), Arvind landed in Mumbai.

Arvind arrived that evening (exhausted, smiling, arms full of gifts from the ship).
The neighbours saw the “reunited couple” embracing on the balcony.
Radha touched his feet, eyes demure.
Nikhil stood behind her like the dutiful “maid’s son helping in the house”.
No one ever questioned the timing.
A “miracle after so many years” — that was the story everyone happily swallowed.
Nine months later, on 18 March 2021, Arjun was born.
Radha smiled sweetly, touched Arvind’s feet in public, let him hold the baby first for photographs.
No one ever knew the truth except the four people in that mattered.

Nikhil held him latter in private, kissing his tiny forehead while Radha watched with tears of quiet triumph.
Nikhil, still officially “the maid’s son living with them for studies,” was the one who sang lullabies at 3 a.m., changed diapers, and later taught the boy to walk.
He drank milk straight from Radha’s breast whenever he wanted (quietly, in the locked bedroom, while Arjun slept in the crib).{he kept his fantasy alive}

Nikhil took drop year and
Nikhil cracked IIT on his second attempt — Computer Science at IIT rookie.
The day the result came, he cried in Radha’s arms like a child.
She kissed every tear and said, “You won everything now.”

During semester breaks he came home.
The bedroom door stayed locked longer.

2025
Nikhil — now 24, placed in a top tech firm with a package that made jaws drop — came to home
The flat was strangely quiet.
On the dining table lay a single envelope in Radha’s handwriting.
He opened it with shaking fingers.
Inside were:

Property papers of the flat — fully transferred to his name.
A small gold chain — the spare mangalsutra she used to wear.
And a letter.

My Dearest Nikhil,
By the time you read this, I will be gone.
Don’t look for me.
You were a frightened boy once.
I gave you my fear, my body, my shame, my womb, my name, my everything.
You gave me Arjun, you gave me love, you gave me back my pride.
We are even.
Your mother is old now.
I have taken care of her as a daughter-in-law for four years.
Now it is your turn to be the son she deserves.
Marry a good girl.
Love her the way you loved me — fiercely, completely.
Let her wear the mangalsutra openly.
Let your children call Lakshmi “Dadi” without secrets.
I was never meant to stay forever.
I was the bridge you crossed to become the man you are today.
Bridges are meant to be walked over, not lived upon.
Be happy.
Be proud.
Be kind.
And when you miss me,
close your eyes and remember the taste of my milk,
the weight of my body on yours,
the sound of me calling you “Sir” while you called me “wife”.
That is enough.
Yours forever,
even when I am nowhere,
Radha
Nikhil sat down hard on the floor, letter pressed to his chest, tears falling silently.
Lakshmi found him there an hour later.
She read the letter without a word, folded it gently, and placed her hand on her son’s head.
“She did her duty, beta.
Now you do yours.”
Nikhil nodded, eyes red.
That night he slept in the master bedroom alone for the first time in 5 years.
The sheets still smelled faintly of jasmine.
Somewhere far away, Radha boarded a flight,
and a heart finally, perfectly at peace.
The queen had knelt.
The boy had risen.
The circle was complete.
The End.

[BiratKj]

Outstanding story but... A bit rush but a good one...

[BiratKj]

Waiting for your new story.

[Kore shivkant]

Part Three: The Nine Months of Ownership  
Chapter Two: Day 15 – Monday, 1 June 2020  
**Kitchen Confessions – The Full Telling, Radha version**

10:42 a.m.  
The dishes were done. Nikhil was in his room “studying”.  
The flat was quiet except for the fan and the ticking of the wall clock.

Lakshmi sat on the kitchen platform, legs swinging, glass of water in hand.  
Radha stood in front of her in a thin cotton nightie, pallu long fallen, cheeks pink.

Lakshmi’s voice was soft, teasing, like two friends gossiping.

“Didi… baitho na.  
Poori kahani sunao, shuruaat se.  
Jab pehli baar kapde utaare the uske saamne… kaisa laga tha?”

Radha sat, shy smile, voice low.

“Pehle… bahut darr laga tha.  
Us din dining table pe Ludo khel rahe the… main haar gayi… aur woh chup tha, dar raha tha.  
Usne dheere se bola ‘sab utaar do’… lekin aankhein neeche.  
Maine samjha… ladka abhi bhi darta hai mujhse.  
Toh maine khud lead liya.  
Pallu dheere se gira diya… usko bola ‘dekho, Sir, daro mat’.  
Phir blouse khola… bra… panties… har cheez khud utaari, taaki uska dar khatam ho.  
Woh dekhta reh gaya… aankhein badi-badi… lekin haath kaanp rahe the.  
Maine uska haath pakad ke apni choochiyon pe rakha… aur bola ‘ab tum Sir ho’.  
Tab jaake uska dar thoda kam hua.”

Lakshmi laughed.  
“Arre wah… tu ne uska dar nikaala apni nangi body se?  
Phir lund dekha?”

Radha covered her face, giggling.  
“Haan… jab main poori nangi ho gayi, uska tent khada ho gaya.  
Pehli baar dekha… itna bada… mota…  
mujhe laga phat jaungi.  
Lekin maine khud uska lungi khola… haath mein liya… aur bola ‘Sir, aap andar daaliye’.  
Tab woh thoda confident hua.”

Lakshmi leaned forward, eyes twinkling.  
“Aur gaand? Pehli baar gaand maari usne kab?”

Radha’s blush went nuclear.  
She hid her face completely, voice muffled.

“Usi raat… bedroom mein.  
Pehle do baar choot mein daala… phir woh ruk gaya.  
Maine poocha ‘kya hua… toh usne sharma ke bola…  
‘Ma’am… aapki… gaand… woh bhi meri hai na?’  
Main shock ho gayi… boli ‘nahi beta, dard hoga’.  
Lekin usne ruler uthaya… aur bola…  
‘Ma’am, aapne mujhe kitni baar ruler se maara tha… ab meri baari hai’.  
Phir usne mujhe ghumaya… bend karwaya… aur… andar ghusa diya.  
Dard se main ro padi… khoon bhi nikla…  
lekin woh ruk nahi… bolta raha ‘ab aap meri pony ho’.  
Maine thank you bola… aur uske liye rona bandh nahi kiya… lekin andar se… poori tarah se uski ho gayi.”

Lakshmi wiped a tear from Radha’s cheek, laughing softly.  
“Arre didi… paisa vasool tha apne student ka lund pehli baar dekh ke!  
Tu ne uska dar nikaala… aur usne teri gaand le li.  
Perfect deal!”

Radha buried her face in Lakshmi’s lap, giggling and crying at the same time.

Lakshmi stroked her hair, voice turning gentle.

“Bas didi… ab period aa gaya, tension mat le.  
Teen mahine aur hain.  
Tab tak dono enjoy karo.  
Aur marker wale nishaan… sach mein accha lag rahe hain.  
‘Nikhil’s Breeding Bitch’… ha ha, beta sach mein artist hai.”

Radha giggled through her tears, the teasing warm and loving.

Outside the kitchen door, Nikhil stood frozen, having heard every word, his cock hardening at the confession of his teacher’s total fall.  
He slipped away silently, heart pounding with dark triumph.

Chapter ends.

Bro in english please....

[Kore shivkant]

Good story..... keep writing bro.......this story ends quickly...... expecting a lenghthy story next time

[Slayer@@]

Awasome story bro.... The main Idea the ludo game and the erotic moment you create just awasome.... Keep It up.... Now plzzz from my side suggestion make an new novel, a big novel...... And also your uniqueness is the main key point of the story..... So as a reader want new unique story which was lengthy.

[sexycharan]

Top notch story. Hats off friend !!!!!!!!!!

[Batni123]

Bro in english please....

done

[Batni123]

As I promised Sunday story will complete.... Although more fantasies are still left ..although covered in this story..... pony riding..piss drinking, armpit, underwear washing...strip tease....submision ....main frightened boy taking control of strict teacher...... sharing with friends I was going to share but don't know why nikhil not agreed...hahahaha.... this would have extended only when nikhil would have shared her with his friends

[Akhilaa]

As I promised Sunday story will complete.... Although more fantasies are still left ..although covered in this story..... pony riding..piss drinking, armpit, underwear washing...strip tease....submision ....main frightened boy taking control of strict teacher...... sharing with friends I was going to share but don't know why nikhil not agreed...hahahaha.... this would have extended only when nikhil would have shared her with his friends

Really an good story..... But story thing is sharing with friends... The topic is common in xossip one after another same theme female sex with multiple but this theme don't require sharing..... But for extension purpose it's really a bogus idea.. It's like out of idea so add new fuckers to make NTR.... Hope you came back with well planed story

[Vishal Ramana]

great update bro

[Gilmalover]

Superb story. Will she come back to him for her next child. waiting for season 2

[Batni123]

Can you guys plz comment me which scene you liked most… so that I may know the taste of my audience

[BiratKj]

The seduction stage means before starting Sunday all previous days is just too erotic