I(Sunita) caught my son - late at night

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Intro:

My name is Sunita Sharma, and I live with my family in Bangalore. We stay in a gated society called Green View Residency. It is a tall apartment building with lots of green plants around, and in the evenings children play outside while neighbours walk around and chat. We live in a simple 2BHK flat on the fourth floor. Downstairs there is a small living room with a comfortable sofa and a TV, a kitchen that usually smells of my cooking, and one bathroom. Upstairs, there are two bedrooms connected by a short hallway, and the marble floor stays cool, which feels nice during hot days.

My husband’s name is Rakesh. He is 36 years old and works as an accountant in a company. He leaves early every morning to catch the bus to work. He is quiet, caring, and thoughtful. Sometimes he brings me flowers, and he often helps with small things around the house. We had an arranged marriage many years ago, and over time our relationship has become calm and steady. We enjoy simple moments together like drinking tea, watching television, and talking about our day.

Our son, Aditya, is 18 years old and studying in his first year of engineering college. He travels to college by bike or bus and spends most of his time studying or working on his laptop. He is tall like his father and has my eyes. He is very loving and always calls me “Maa” with a warm smile. He helps with groceries and small chores at home. Rakesh is a little strict with him about his studies, but we are both very proud of him.

We are a comfortable middle-class family. We do not have a car, but we have everything we need, including good food, Aditya’s college fees, and small treats like eating out once a month. Our home is filled with everyday family sounds such as morning prayers, the pressure cooker whistling, cricket matches playing on the TV, and laughter during dinner. We are a close family, the usual Indian kind where everyone cares deeply for one another. This is our life as the Sharma family, living simply and happily in Bangalore.
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Scene 1: The Hallway in the Dark

It was the middle of the night, and our flat was completely quiet. I(Sunita) woke up needing to use the bathroom. Rakesh was sleeping deeply beside me, one arm across the pillow, breathing slow and steady. I slipped out of bed carefully so I wouldn’t disturb him. My cotton nightgown brushed softly against my legs as I walked barefoot down the hallway.
The bathroom is downstairs, so I had to pass Aditya’s room.

As I walked past his door, a low sound made me stop. It wasn’t loud—just soft moans coming from inside. Clear enough in the silent house. Porn. I almost smiled to myself. Aditya is 18  now, in college. Of course he watches things like that. It’s normal. I kept walking to the bathroom.

But on the way back, curiosity got the better of me. I didn’t plan to listen—I told myself I would just go straight to bed—but my feet slowed down. I stopped right outside his door.
The sounds were clearer now. Aditya’s breathing was quick and uneven. Then a woman’s voice came from the video, breathless and pleading.

“Please, beta… give it to me harder. Your papa is sleeping… he won’t know.”
I froze.
The woman kept going, voice shaking.
“Cum inside Maa, baby… fill me up. It’s our secret.”

My stomach flipped. This wasn’t just any porn. This was mother-son. The words were clear and unmistakable.
I stepped away fast and quiet, heart beating hard. Back in bed, I lay wide awake next to Rakesh, staring at the dark ceiling. I wasn’t angry—just shocked. I never thought my own son would be into something like that. And the picture in my head of what he might be imagining… it made me uncomfortable in a way I couldn’t explain.

Morning came. Aditya was still asleep. Before getting out of bed, I turned to Rakesh and told him everything in a low voice—how I had heard the video, what the woman had said, all of it. I felt a little silly admitting I had stopped to listen, expecting him to say something at me for being nosy.
Instead, Rakesh went quiet for a second. Then he gave a small smile.

“You’re not the only one who’s had thoughts like that,” he said softly.
I looked at him. “What do you mean?”
He looked a little shy, then met my eyes.
“I… I’ve had those thoughts too. Sometimes when we’re together, I imagine something forbidden. It makes everything feel more intense. I never told you because I wasn’t sure you’d understand.”

I blinked, trying to take it in.
“You mean… mother-son stuff?”
He nodded, cheeks turning a little pink. “Yes. I know it’s just fantasy. But it turns me on. A lot.”
I didn’t know what to say at first. But I didn’t pull away. We talked—really talked. I told him I wasn’t judging him. That I loved him, and if it was something he needed in the bedroom, we could try it.

Over the next few weeks, things changed between us. We started playing with the idea—first brother-sister roleplay, which surprised us both by how hot it felt. Then, slowly, it shifted to mother-son.

At first it was just words. “Call me Maa,” I whispered one night.
He did. And it sent a jolt through both of us.
A week ago, things went further. We were in bed, bodies pressed close, moving together. I looked up at him, eyes dark with need.
“Call me by his name,” I breathed. “Just once. Please.”
Rakesh stopped moving. His heart pounded against me.
“You mean… Aditya’s name?”
I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes.”
He hesitated. It felt like crossing a line we couldn’t come back from.
But the look in my eyes—the raw want, the trust—made him give in.
He leaned down, voice low and rough.
“Okay… Maa.”
And just like that, the air in the room changed completely.