[PoKadon]

Awesome story brother please continue.... Or start another story..... there is no one who writes better than yo

[PoKadon]

Bro please continue... atleast give us clarity that is this story ends here or you will give update in future.

[Givemeextra]

Yeah, not sure what happened to updates. Going fine and then stopped

[Doggy1234]

Hey steel missing you're updates man please spend some time and include more episodes thankyou

[mr.commenter]

Same old plot but nice

[behka]

nice one

[rdevil0207]

Great narration. Please continue

[ShilpaD]

That night, Abhi sat on his bed, phone in hand, staring at the door to his room. Down the hall, Madhuri's voice floated, soft, scolding Ramesh about bills. 

But Ishaan's message echoed louder. "Go watch her". Abhi's fingers hovered over his door knob, a traitor's tremble in them. 

He peeked out to see his mom and typed, "She's in her nightie, yelling at Dad." He hit send, heart pounding, and waited for the shadow to grow.

Madhuri leaned against the kitchen counter, a glass of water in her hand, the coolness grounding her after a pointless argument with her husband. 

"Ramesh, you don't know anything about spending smart," she snapped at him, frustrated by his latest splurge on a tacky watch he'd never wear.

Ramesh just grunted, retreating to the TV. She sighed, sipping the water, her nightie, soft and loose, brushed her thighs as she moved, a smooth contrast against the tight sarees and office pants she wore outside.

Ishaan's reply came fast: "Nightie huh.. What else?" Abhi's palms sweated, guilt clawing at him. But he couldn't stop.

Abhi peeked out again, phone clutched tight, his breath shallow.

He watched his mom stretch her arms, turning her back towards him, the fabric pulling tight over her breasts, her melons and ass outlined for a second.

His mouth went dry, noticing how the cloth hugged her curves, a shameful jolt shooting through him. She was beautiful, always had been, but now it felt different and wrong.

He closed the door, typing with fingers shaking, "Nothing, she looks tired." 

Ishaan's response buzzed back: "She's prolly pent-up with that greybeard. Now, go check her room, see if she’s got any secrets."

Abhi's heart thudded. "Secrets? Mom doesn't have any secrets," he whispered to himself. She was pure and perfect, the one who kissed his forehead when he came home crying after the locker prank last week. But Ishaan's words were like a worm, burrowing slowly, and Abhi couldn't unhear them.

Madhuri set the glass down, oblivious, and padded toward her bedroom. She paused at Abhi's door, knocking lightly. "Get to bed early, okay?" she called.

Abhi scrambled to hide his phone, cracking the door open. "Y-Yes, maa," he said, forcing a smile.

She smiled back, warm and trusting, then disappeared to her bedroom.

He waited, counting the minutes, until the house settled into silence. Then, he slowly crept to the door of his parent's bedroom above. It was slightly open, the glow of her bedside lamp spilling out.

Madhuri sat on the bed, brushing her hair, her nightie slipping off one shoulder. Ramesh snored beside her. Abhi's breath hitched as she looked lonely and vulnerable. Her fingers lingered at her collarbone, tracing it absently, and for a moment, her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting in a faint sigh.

"Was this what Ishaan meant?" Abhi's mind spun, a mix of awe and dread.

He texted: "I can't enter the room Ishaan." 

Ishaan's reply: "Dude, come on. Even a jellyfish has more spine than you."

Abhi trembles and replies: "Man, but I can't.. Dad's asleep but she's awake brushing her hair. And.. she looks... sad? idk." 

Ishaan replied instantly: "Ah! That's a good sign. Means she's hungry for more. Keep watching. You're doing great."

"No, I'm heading to bed," Abhi replied and sank against the wall, phone trembling in his hand. He didn't want to be great at this, didn't want to see her as anything but his mother. But the crack had formed, small, irreversible, and Ishaan was prying it wide open.

Back in his room, Abhi curled under his blanket, the image of his mom's sigh burned into him. In her bedroom, Madhuri lay awake on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her body restless in a way she refused to name. Neither knew the other's turmoil, nor the shadow orchestrating it from afar.

What an awesome update .. love your writing ..

[ShilpaD]

His hand drifted lower, slipping under the waistband of her panties. Madhuri tensed, her face turning away again. 

Madhuri : “No, please,” she pleaded as she arched her back, trying to pull away. But Ishaan pressed on, his fingers grazing the soft stubble on her pussy, then finding her wet, pulsing lips, pausing there as her heat enveloped him.

She bit her lip, her body betraying her protest, and Ishaan kissed her again, deep and possessive, his fingers sliding into her warm, slick pussy, rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Madhuri’s mind spiraled, a sudden flash to a moment on that crowded bus with the stalker. The memory felt eerily similar, but she shook it off.

Madhuri : “I’m losing my mind,” she gasped.

Her kisses grew frantic, struggling to match Ishaan’s rhythm as his two fingers plunged deeper, curling inside her, stroking her clit with expert precision.

Madhuri : “Ish.. err.. Ramesh..” she moaned, nearly slipping and saying “Ishaan” before catching herself, her voice breathless, “you’re… ahh… too good.”

Both were sweating now, their bodies slick, lost in the heat of the moment. Madhuri’s moans filled the room, her arms pinned above her head, her hips bucking against his hand, her breasts heaving under his touch. Abhi, still hidden, fapped furiously with his eyes locked.

Ishaan’s lips pulled away from their fevered kiss, his breath hot against her ear, “Your lips are so tasty, honey. Now I’m hungry for those down there,” The words sent a jolt through Madhuri, her cheeks flushing as her pussy pulsed with anticipation.

Before she could respond, Ishaan reached for a pair of handcuffs from the bedside, his movements swift but deliberate. The cold metal clicked around her wrists, securing them to the headboard.

Madhuri’s breath caught a strange mix of unease and surrender washing over her. “Ramesh… what are you…,” she whispered, her voice trembling, too overwhelmed to protest, her body craving whatever came next. She tugged lightly against the cuffs, testing them, but her arousal drowned any hesitation.

Ishaan stripped off his shorts and shirt, his muscled frame now bare, his 9-inch cock hard and ready. 

With a quick, deliberate motion, he tore her bra, the fabric ripping away to reveal her full breasts, her nipples stiff in the cool air. Then, his fingers hooked into her soaked panties, yanking them off in one swift pull, leaving her completely naked.

He knelt on the bed, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her legs wide.

Madhuri :  “Wait!” she gasped, “Oh G0d, you are wild!” she said, her voice thick with shame, her body squirming, trying to cover herself, but the handcuffs held her fast, her legs spread helplessly.

Abhi, hidden behind the curtain, froze, his eyes wide, mouth dry, as he saw his mother’s naked body splayed on the bed, her curves glistening with sweat, her wrists bound. His hand slowed in his shorts, his arousal warring with shock, unable to look away.

Ishaan’s smirk deepened, his eyes drinking in Madhuri’s exposed form, her full breasts, the soft stubble above her glistening pussy, her thighs trembling. He lowered himself between her legs, his hands sliding up to press her breasts, kneading them firmly as his mouth found her pussy.

His tongue flicked over her wet lips, slow and teasing, tracing her folds before dipping inside. Madhuri’s body arched, a loud moan escaping her lips, “Ohhh, G0d!” The sensation was electric, unlike anything she’d felt before, his tongue exploring her with deliberate skill, circling her clit, then plunging deeper.

Woow , what an amazing update , going through the story in one sitting , really awesome writing , really !