Incest Not just a Mother Anymore - Tale

[xfirefox]

ohh the turmoil and the past.
the past becomes the present - bad marrige but good kids.
the present will bring the future - a good son or a good mate.

will Rajan figure it out, he already knows about clothes, but not all. for the clothes he paid. but superstition will only make him do stupid stuff, that will push his wife away more than she already is.

leka felt left out some times, Indhu felt for her, but her own inner turmoil which she can't get past is what killing her from inside. so she won't let her daughter face what she went through herself.

nice pdate

[Sage_69]

Excellent update.

[Dogxpool]

its do or die situation for Indhu now. Would she fight for her love or would let Anu claim what was supposed to be her? Either she will cry the rest of her life for her son or her son will make her cry while filling her up with his love.

[Lonely dude@1947]

Super bro nice words kept the situation as if it's real and waiting for ur next update

[Vivek3465]

Good story'

[nivithenaughty]

Part 12

The days after the first exam settled into a careful routine, but the undercurrent ran stronger than ever.

Karthik woke early, studied late, ate whatever Indhu placed in front of him without complaint. He was driven fiercely, quietly driven. Every correct answer in a practice paper, every chapter mastered, was for her. To make her proud. To fix the failure. To prove he was worthy of the love she gave him without question.

From his view, he was doing everything for Indhu.

But Indhu felt him slipping away.

He came home straight from exam halls now, but the hugs were shorter, the stories about the paper briefer. He smiled, thanked her for lunch packs, kissed her cheek quickly before running to books. Evenings with Anu became regular “group study,” he called it, but it was always just the two of them.

Indhu noticed every change.

The way he no longer lingered in the kitchen watching her cook.  
The way his compliments stopped “you look beautiful” became a rare, rushed thing.  
The way he didn't rest his head on her shoulder during movies anymore.

She told herself it was exams. Focus. Normal.

But the hurt grew.

She wore the clothes he had chosen the shimmer leggings when Rajan was away, the soft tops that hugged her breasts, the skirts that swished against her thighs hoping for the old light in his eyes.

Sometimes she caught it a quick glance at her legs, her hips, her lips then he would look away fast, face tight, like he was angry at himself.

It confused her more.

Is he pulling away because of me?  
Because of what he feels?  
Or because of Anu?

The jealousy was a quiet poison now, dripping slow.

Anu was perfect young, brilliant, in love with him for years. She pushed him to study, believed in his dreams. Indhu should be grateful.

But every time he said “Anu helped with this chapter” or came home late smelling faintly of another girl's perfume, Indhu's heart twisted.

He's mine.  
The thought came fierce and shameful.

Before each exam, Karthik came to her for blessing.

He would stand in front of her in his uniform, palms together, eyes shy.

“Amma… lucky charm.”

The first time after the distance began, she hesitated then pulled him into a tight hug, arms around his shoulders, breasts pressed to his chest, lips brushing both cheeks slow and warm.

“For luck, kanna.”

He buried his face in her neck for a second, breathing her in, cock stirring hard against his pants. Guilt hit instantly, but so did the rush her softness, her scent, her love.

He did well that day.

So it became ritual.

Before every exam he asked for the hug and kisses.

Indhu gave them gladly heart swelling with pride and something deeper. The feel of his young body against hers, strong arms around her waist, his cheek warm under her lips. Her pussy throbbed every time, nipples hardening, wetness soaking her panties. She told herself it was just love. Maternal.

But the hurt stayed.

He's doing this for me.  
But he's spending all his time with her.

Anu's possessiveness grew too.

She wore her best clothes for study sessions tight leggings that hugged her slim ass, cropped tops showing a strip of smooth stomach, perfume that lingered. She touched his arm when explaining, leaned close so her breast brushed his shoulder, laughed at his jokes with her head tilted, hair falling forward.

Karthik noticed he was a guy, after all. The view was nice. Her body was young, tight, pretty. When she bent over books, he caught the curve of her ass, the way her top rode up. His cock stirred sometimes, normal guy reaction.

But no more.

No butterflies. No racing heart. No craving to touch, to hold, to keep.

He teased her back now playful, light. “Stop flirting, Anu. Focus on studies.”

She would pout, then laugh, thinking it was progress.

He enjoyed the attention, but it felt… flat.

One evening after a long session, walking home alone, he thought about it.

Anu in front of me gorgeous, sexy, brilliant, ready to do anything for me.  
Why don't I feel anything?  
Why no excitement? No need to pull her close?

Then he thought of Amma cooking in the kitchen, skirt swishing, loose hair catching the light, the soft curve of her breast when she leaned over.

His cock hardened instantly, aching against his pants.

Alive.  
Happy.  
Excited for every move she makes.

Guilt flooded in, cold and sharp.

This is wrong.  
She's my mother.  
I can't want her like this.

But I do.

He promised himself: Win the exams. Score high. Make her proud.  
Then deal with this confusion.  
Find a solution.

There was one exam left.

He studied harder, driven by love and guilt and the need to be worthy.

Indhu watched from the edges pride swelling every time he asked for his “lucky charm” hug, hurt deepening every time he left for Anu's house.

The love built quietly, steadily, on both sides.

Taboo.  
Unspoken.  
Unstoppable.

One exam left, mother and son circling closer and farther at the same time, the fire burning hotter in the silence between them.

Indhu woke to the soft hum of the AC, the room bathed in the gentle glow of early morning light filtering through the thin curtains. Her body felt heavy, relaxed from sleep, but her mind was already racing ahead to the day. It was the last exam. The end of the public exams that had consumed Karthik for weeks. Rajan was out of town on a work trip, so the house felt lighter, freer. She glanced at the clock 6:15 AM and decided today would be different. No old nightie. She wanted to feel good, to make him feel good.

She slipped from the bed quietly, careful not to wake Leka or Karthik, and went to the wardrobe-room. The mirror showed her reflection 36, but looking 25 in the right light. Her breasts full and firm, nipples dark against fair skin, waist narrow, hips wide and soft. Between her thighs, the neat trimmed patch, pussy lips smooth and pink from yesterday's care. She felt a faint throb there already, just from the thought of the day ahead.

She chose the knee-length black skirt with tiny pleats the one Karthik had picked for her, safe but flirty when Rajan wasn't around. Paired it with the charcoal off-shoulder top, the fabric soft against her shoulders, dipping just low enough to show the tops of her breasts. No bra today too hot, and the top was thick enough. Her nipples hardened at the freedom, pressing against the cotton. She slipped on simple panties beige, worn, but clean. Hair loose, a touch of kajal and lipstick. She looked at herself and felt beautiful. For him.

Why for him? The question came unbidden, a stab of guilt. He's your son. Not your… lover. But the craving was there, deep and undeniable. She pushed it down, like always.

In the kitchen, she started the coffee, the rich aroma filling the house. The routine grounded her boil milk, crush ginger, add elaichi. But her mind wandered.

What if today he notices? Really notices.  
What if he hugs me again like yesterday… and I feel him. Hard. Against me.  
Her pussy clenched at the thought, wetness starting already. Wrong. So wrong. But I can't stop wanting it.

She carried the coffee to the bedroom.

Karthik was stirring, eyes opening slow and sleepy. He saw her and sat up, rubbing his face. “Amma…”

She smiled, handed him the glass. “Last exam, kanna. Blessing time.”

He stood, palms together, bent to touch her feet.

Indhu's heart swelled. She caught his shoulders, pulled him up, and wrapped her arms around him tight. His chest pressed to her breasts, her nipples hardening instantly against him through the thin top. His arms came around her waist, strong and sure, pulling her closer until there was no space left. His face buried in her neck, breath warm on her skin.

She held him like that long, longer than usual, feeling the tension drain from his body. The mental load he carried the exams, the failure, the guilt seemed to release in that embrace.

Indhu felt it all the way his heart raced against hers, the subtle shift of his hips as he pressed closer. Then she felt it his cock, hardening against her abdomen, thick and insistent through his shorts.

Her breath caught. Heat flooded her pussy, wetness soaking her panties instantly. Her nipples ached, breasts heavy against him. She should pull back. Should stop. But she didn't. She held him tighter, petting his head, fingers threading through his hair.

It's okay, kanna. Let it go.

Wrong. So wrong.  

He's your son. This is sin. What if Leka sees? What if Rajan knows? Society would destroy us. God would punish.

But the love was stronger. The attraction uncontrollable. She felt alive in his arms wanted, needed, cherished.

A soft throat-clearing from the side shattered the moment.

Leka stood in the doorway, eyes wide, staring.

They separated quickly Indhu stepping back, skirt swishing, cheeks flushed; Karthik turning away, adjusting his shorts discreetly to hide the bulge.

Indhu recovered first, voice light but shaky. “Leka mol! Good morning. Coffee for you too.”

Leka's eyes narrowed, still on the way they had been holding each other. Too close. Too long. What was that?

Indhu diverted fast. “Kanna, do you have long leaves next week? After exams, if Karthik has some rest days, we can go to Coimbatore. To grandma's house. Relax a little.”

Leka's annoyance shifted. “After this exam? If he fails again?”

Indhu smiled, ignoring the barb. “He won't fail. What do you say?”

Leka shrugged, anger fading. “Fine. But I'm coming too.”

Indhu nodded, relieved. The moment passed.

Karthik left for the exam soon after quick hug (shorter this time, careful not to press too close), whispered “I'll do well, Amma,” and gone.

Indhu stood at the door, watching him go, heart full of pride and worry and that low, forbidden ache.

Leka left for college minutes later, still a little quiet from the morning.

Indhu was alone.

She went to the wardrobe-room, stripped off the skirt and top, and looked at herself in the mirror breasts heavy, nipples still hard from the hug, pussy lips swollen under the panties.

She pulled them down. The crotch was soaked, slick with her wetness.

The feel of his cock against her abdomen hard, thick, real replayed in her mind.  
She had felt it. Wanted it. Held him closer instead of pulling away.

Her pussy throbbed again. She touched herself fingers sliding through the wetness, circling her clit slowly.

Guilt crashed in.

He's your son.  
You can't want his cock. Can't imagine it inside you.

But the image came anyway: Karthik above her, young body strong, cock sliding into her wet pussy, filling her, making her moan.

She came fast, knees buckling, hand over her mouth to stifle the gasp.

Shame followed hot, burning.

She peed in washroom, washed off the wetness with cold water, changed panties fresh, dry, boring.

The morning was over.

But the questions weren't.

Indhu in the kitchen again, hands busy with chores, body still humming from the release, mind tangled in love and guilt and the moral questions she couldn't answer.

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Indhu couldn't sit still.

The house was empty Leka at college, Karthik writing his last exam, Rajan away. The quiet pressed in, heavy with thoughts she couldn't escape.

She needed air. Needed someone to talk to.

She called Varsha while eating lunch alone simple curd rice, the coolness doing nothing for the heat in her chest.

“Varsha… I'm disturbed. I need peace. Can we go somewhere?”

Varsha's voice was immediate. “Temple? The Murugan one on the hill road. Powerful. One hour drive. I'll pick you up in twenty minutes.”

Indhu agreed, hung up, and went to change.

She chose a simple green cotton saree nothing bold, but it dbangd softly over her curves, the pallu falling just right. Hair tied in a loose bun, small bindi, no lipstick today. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt the familiar twist beautiful, but for who?

Varsha arrived in her little red car, honking once. Indhu locked the house and climbed in.

The drive was pleasant windows down, warm wind in their hair, radio playing old Ilaiyaraaja songs. They talked about nothing at first Varsha's new customer, a difficult blouse stitch, the price of onions.

At the temple they parked, climbed the steps slowly, the stone warm under bare feet after removing sandals. The main shrine was quiet mid-week only a few devotees, the priest chanting softly.

They prayed side by side, hands pressed together, eyes closed.

Indhu's prayer was simple, desperate:  
Give him success.  
Give me peace.  
Take these feelings away if they're wrong.

They took prasad sweet pongal in leaf cups and found a shaded spot on the stone floor near a pillar, backs against cool granite, legs stretched out.

For a while they just sat, watching people come and go, the bell ringing gently.

Varsha broke the silence. “Tell me. What's eating you?”

Indhu's voice was small. “Karthik.”

Varsha waited.

“He's studying well now. For me. But… he's close with Anu. Very close. Study sessions every day. Late nights.”

Varsha's eyes softened. “And?”

Indhu looked down, tears threatening. “I'm jealous, Varsha. I hate it. I should be happy he needs a girl like her. Smart, pretty, good family. She loves him. But when he talks about her… it hurts. Like I'm losing him.”

Varsha studied her friend the beautiful face tight with pain, the saree clinging softly to her body, the loose strands of hair catching the light.

She took a breath. Time to push.

“Can I ask something openly? Promise you won't mind?”

Indhu nodded, wary.

Varsha's voice was gentle but direct. “Are you attracted to him? Do you have feelings for Karthik… more than a mother should?”

Indhu froze.

Silence stretched, thick and heavy.

Tears spilled over without warning.

Varsha moved closer, wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Indhu sobbed quietly, face in her hands. “I'm confused, Varsha. It's killing me. This is wrong. Sin. But I can't control it.”

Varsha held her, stroking her back. “It's okay. I understand. I won't think bad of you.”

Indhu's voice broke. “I'm the worst mother. Feeling like this for my own son. Turning the purest love into… this.”

Varsha pulled back, cupped Indhu's wet face. “Listen to me. It's not bad. The feeling is true. Don't punish yourself for it.”

Indhu shook her head. “How can you say that? It's sin. Against everything.”

Varsha's voice stayed soft. “What happened in your life wasn't fair, Indhu. Married at sixteen, forced, no choice, no happiness for thirty-six years. Compared to that pain… this feeling? It's not the worst thing.”

Indhu looked at her, shocked.

Varsha continued. “If I was you if I had a son who looked at me like Karthik looks at you I'd feel the same. Maybe worse.”

Indhu whispered, “But he's a kid. He needs a girl like Anu.”

Varsha smiled sadly. “Why only a girl? Why not you both? And I know he feels it too.”

Indhu's eyes widened. “How?”

Varsha hesitated, then decided not yet. “A woman knows. The way he looks at you. The way he chose clothes for your body. The way he fought his father for you. It's not just a son's love.”

Indhu was quiet, tears drying on her cheeks.

Varsha went back to eating her pongal. “I knew from the start you were falling. I'm surprised it hasn't gone further.”

Indhu whispered, “This morning… we hugged too long. Leka saw. And I… felt him. Against me.”

Varsha's eyes sparkled, but she kept her voice gentle. “That's all?”

Indhu nodded, ashamed.

Varsha laughed softly. “That's nothing. Leka won't think wrong. She's just jealous of the attention.”

They finished the prasad.

Varsha stood, brushed off her salwar. “Come. Back to the shop.”

Indhu followed, mind still spinning.

At the boutique, Indhu helped with small chores while Varsha stitched.

But the words stayed.

It's not bad.  
The feeling is true.

Indhu didn't know if she believed it.

But for the first time, she didn't feel completely alone with it.

Indhu in Varsha's shop, heart heavy with confession and the first fragile threads of acceptance, the taboo love still burning quiet but undeniable.


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Indhu sat on the high stool in Varsha's boutique, legs crossed under the green saree, hands folded in her lap, but her mind was far from still. The temple peace had lasted only minutes. The questions came rushing back stronger, louder, impossible to ignore.

Varsha finished pinning a hem on a customer's blouse, sent the woman to the trial room, then turned to Indhu with that familiar mischievous glint.

“So… how was the morning hug?” she asked, voice low and teasing. “That ‘lucky charm' one. Did you feel anything… special?”

Indhu's cheeks flamed instantly. “Varsha!”

Varsha leaned on the counter, grinning. “Come on. Is he packing or what? Big boy now, ha?”

Indhu glared, but the blush deepened, spreading down her neck. “Stop it! He's my son.”

Varsha laughed. “Exactly. Your son. With a working dick. And from what you said, it was working this morning. Pressed right against your belly. Tell me thick? Long? Did it feel good?”

Indhu's anger flared, but underneath it was something else heat, memory, the throb between her legs returning full force. She remembered the hardness solid, hot, unmistakable pushing into her abdomen through his shorts. Her pussy had soaked her panties in seconds. Her nipples had ached. She had held him tighter instead of pulling away.

She looked away, voice shaky. “I… I relieved the stress after he left.”

Varsha's eyes widened, then she burst out laughing. “You? Miss ‘self-pleasure is not my thing'? You swore you never touched yourself, even when Rajan was useless in bed. I suggested toys years ago you said ‘I can control.' And today you fingered yourself thinking of your son's dick?”

Indhu's face burned scarlet. She covered it with her hands. “I don't know what came over me. It just… happened.”

Varsha moved closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Good. About time. Your pussy deserved it.”

Indhu peeked through her fingers, half-angry, half-relieved to say it out loud.

Then, suddenly, she remembered Varsha's earlier words at the temple.

“Wait,” she said, voice small. “In temple you said… ‘why only Anu, why not both.' What did you mean?”

Varsha paused, measuring coffee for the next customer but eyes on Indhu.

She had been waiting for this.

She set the spoon down, leaned in close.

“Let's say you and Karthik finally accept this feeling. You embrace it. Start doing… everything.”

Indhu's breath caught. Everything. Mouths, hands, bodies joined. Her pussy clenched hard at the image.

Varsha continued, voice calm but deliberate. “You can't marry him. Society won't allow. One day he has to marry someone have a normal life, kids, all that. Anu is perfect for that. Smart, pretty, loves him already. He can marry her.”

Indhu's heart bled at the thought Karthik with Anu, in bed with Anu, Anu carrying his children.

“But until then,” Varsha said softly, “you two can have your time. Fun. Love. Whatever you need. Just make sure he doesn't get fully addicted to you. If he does if no other woman ever feels right he won't marry, won't look elsewhere. Then you're both in trouble.”

Indhu stared, mind racing everywhere.

Karthik marrying Anu her heart screamed no.  
But I can't marry him. He's my son.  
Why can't I let him go?  
The thought of them together him inside Anu, kissing Anu, loving Anu felt like dying.

But the thought of her and Karthik finally accepting it kissing, touching, him inside her, filling her, making her moan made her wet instantly, panties soaking again.

She couldn't accept it.  
Couldn't embrace it.  
Couldn't deny it.

“I won't cross lines,” she whispered. “I won't spoil his life.”

Varsha smiled sadly. “You say that now. But you fingered yourself today thinking of him. There's no going back, Indhu. The fire's lit.”

Indhu looked down, tears stinging again. “I'll control it. He's just infatuated. He'll get over it. I'll start working with you get busy, distracted.”

Varsha nodded, but her eyes said she didn't believe it.

The customer returned with the pinned blouse. Varsha turned back to work.

Indhu sat in silence, the war inside her louder than ever.

Love.  
Guilt.  
Desire.  
Fear.

And the slow, terrifying knowledge that control was slipping through her fingers like sand.

Indhu in the boutique, heart torn between acceptance and denial, the forbidden love burning brighter with every breath.


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The last exam ended at noon.

Karthik handed in his sheet with a quiet confidence he hadn't felt in months. The questions had flowed; the answers had come clear and sharp. He walked out of the exam hall into the bright sunlight feeling lighter than he had in weeks.

This one was his best. He knew it.

He crossed the college ground slowly, bat and ball forgotten today, mind drifting back to the morning.

The hug.

Amma pulling him close before he could touch her feet, arms tight around his shoulders, breasts soft and warm against his chest. Her lips on his cheeks slow, lingering, like she didn't want to let go.

And when his cock had hardened fast, uncontrollable, pressing against her abdomen through his uniform pants she hadn't pulled away. Hadn't scolded. Had held him tighter, fingers in his hair, body melting into his.

He had tried to shift back, hide it, guilt burning his face.

But she had kept him there.

Did she feel it?  
Did she know?  
Did she… want it?

The thought made his cock twitch again now, walking alone on the ground. He adjusted his bag in front of him, cheeks warm.

He shook his head hard.

Focus.  
I wrote well because of her. For her.  
To prove I'm worthy.

Anu appeared suddenly in front of him, blocking his path.

She looked different eyes red, lips trembling, uniform neat but face worried.

“Karthik…”

He stopped. “What happened?”

She bit her lip, eyes filling fast. “Our college life is over. Can you believe it? Last exam. After this… will we even meet again?”

Tears spilled over.

Karthik's heart twisted. He stepped closer without thinking, took both her hands in his. “Anu, don't be emotional. We're just two streets away. And remember we'll get into the same medical college. For sure.”

She looked up, tears clinging to her lashes. “Did you really do well? I'm depending on your marks. If you don't make it… I won't join either. I can't leave you.”

Her voice broke. She stepped forward and hugged him tight, face buried in his chest, arms around his waist.

Karthik froze.

The memories flooded him sixth standard, Anu joining mid-year, shy and brilliant, sitting next to him because the teacher said “help the new girl.”  
Years of her helping him instead notes, explanations, pushing him when he slacked.  
The proposal last year he had rejected her gently, said he saw her as a friend, a sister. She had cried, but never left. Never hated. Just stayed, loving him quietly, fiercely.

Past month especially she had sacrificed her own study time to drill him, make him revise, believe in him.

He couldn't push her away now.

His arms came around her slowly, holding her as she sobbed softly against his shirt.

I hurt her more than anyone.  
Rejected her, insulted her love sometimes in frustration.  
But she never left.

His mind compared Anu in his arms now: comfort, friendship, trust, respect. Safe. Familiar.

Morning with Amma: fire. Need. Something that made his blood rush and his cock ache.

Why Anu feels like a sister… and Amma feels like…

He stopped the thought, guilt crashing in.

Anu pulled back slightly, looked up at him eyes red, lips trembling, face close.

“I'll always be yours,” she whispered.

Then she rose on her toes and pressed her lips to his.

Soft. Warm. Quick but real.

Karthik froze completely.

No response. No pull back. No push forward.

She kissed him for three seconds, then pulled away, face flaming, and ran straight to her scooty, starting it with shaking hands, driving off without looking back.

He stood there, lips tingling, eyes watering without permission.

Why am I crying?  
For Anu's love? For hurting her again?  
Or because it felt like cheating?

Cheating on Amma.

The thought was insane. Wrong. Taboo.

But it was there.

His phone rang loud, jarring.

He answered without looking, voice rough.

Karthik alone on the empty college ground, lips still warm from a kiss he didn't want, heart torn between the girl who loved him openly and the woman he couldn't stop wanting, the confusion deeper than ever.

[xfirefox]

heart throbbing like always, you have completely turned this into an romantic story, I am not complaining. when he's with Indhu it feels more like a boy with a girl thing, and less like a son with mother.

mother son element is also quiet necessary for this story and it's characters to feel more engaging.

this is what I personally feel is that Indhu seems more like a love struk girl than a mother. Everything from her side is being shown from a lovey dovey perspective, but less like a mother who reprimands her children. Indhu's character should be evolved more in a parent-adult way and a bit authoritative persona and behaviour should be a part of her personality.

I understand in a story her character is portrayed more in a passive personality type. but when a responsibilities are there than a passive person do get more dominant and authoritative.

as for this update, very well articulated from Indhu's perspective, and what she feels and what she believes other thoughts about her or her feelings; like she is more concerned about Leka's thoughts for her anf Anu's growing closeness with Karthik and even her confidant Varsha views. many a times she held back when sharing or expressing herself.

will be waiting

[nivithenaughty]

heart throbbing like always, you have completely turned this into an romantic story, I am not complaining. when he's with Indhu it feels more like a boy with a girl thing, and less like a son with mother.

mother son element is also quiet necessary for this story and it's characters to feel more engaging.

this is what I personally feel is that Indhu seems more like a love struk girl than a mother. Everything from her side is being shown from a lovey dovey perspective, but less like a mother who reprimands her children. Indhu's character should be evolved more in a parent-adult way and a bit authoritative persona and behaviour should be a part of her personality.

I understand in a story her character is portrayed more in a passive personality type. but when a responsibilities are there than a passive person do get more dominant and authoritative.

as for this update, very well articulated from Indhu's perspective, and what she feels and what she believes other thoughts about her or her feelings; like she is more concerned about Leka's thoughts for her anf Anu's growing closeness with Karthik and even her confidant Varsha views. many a times she held back when sharing or expressing herself.

will be waiting

Thanks for your feedback and continuous support. It feels like you are predicting my future episodes exactly i dont know how i just finished next chapter and thought same as indu should behave more motherly she acted as she is now because of the new freedom she got through her son so she is like a kid in a candy shop situation. Eventually she will come to her senses.

Keep supporting and provide your inputs. Love u

[readersp]

Amazing!!! Will wait for more!!!

[Dogxpool]

the best love story. please continue it till they get married to each other and have a baby maybe

[Vidhya20071984]

Slow seduction stories are like the most craved venom. Your story is one of its kind. Story can be slow but not updates

[Lonely dude@1947]

Bro Super update, kindly give us update

[dk1235]

Superb

[nivithenaughty]

Part 13

Karthik stood frozen on the empty college ground, the taste of Anu's kiss still on his lips soft, unexpected, gone too fast. His heart pounded with confusion, guilt, and something that felt like betrayal.

The phone in his pocket rang, sharp and loud, pulling him back to the world.

He looked at the screen Varsha aunty.

He answered, voice rough. “Hello?”

“Karthik? Exam over? Come to my shop straight from college. Your mother is here.”

He blinked, the chaos in his head quieting for a second.

“Okay, aunty.”

He hung up, relief washing over him like cool water.

Thank God.  
Not home alone with Amma.  
Not yet.  
I can't face her right now not after Anu's kiss, not after this morning's hug, not with everything burning inside me.

He said quick goodbyes to the few friends still hanging around fist bumps, promises to meet during holidays, the usual “we'll crush medical college” talk. Then he caught the bus, stood in the crowded aisle, staring out the window without seeing.

His mind was a storm.

Anu's kiss warm, hopeful, tasting faintly of mint.  
She loves me. Has for years. Never left, even when I hurt her.  
She's good. Perfect, really.

But it felt… wrong.  
Like kissing a sister.

Then the morning hug crashed back in Amma's arms tight around him, breasts soft against his chest, her scent filling his lungs, the hard press of his cock against her belly, and her not pulling away.

That felt right.  
Alive.  
Needed.

Guilt twisted sharp.

I'm messed up.  
Anu deserves better.  
Amma deserves better.

The bus stopped. He walked the last stretch to Varsha's boutique, the familiar jingle of the door bell greeting him like an old friend.

Indhu was at the sewing machine, foot on the pedal, stitching a maroon blouse with careful focus. The off-shoulder top and knee-length skirt hugged her body softly, hair loose and shining in the boutique light. She looked up when he entered, and her face lit with that gentle, heart-stopping smile.

Varsha was at the cutting table, scissors flashing through fabric.

Indhu's smile faltered for a second when their eyes met something shy, something deeper, something left over from the morning.

Karthik felt it too. The awkwardness from the hug, from the unspoken hardness she must have felt, from Anu's kiss he still tasted.

He cleared his throat. “Amma… you started working already?”

Indhu laughed lightly, stopping the machine. “Just helping Varsha. And practicing I passed the class weeks ago, remember? Keeping in touch.”

He nodded, setting his bag down, trying to act casual. But he couldn't quite meet her eyes for long.

Varsha looked up, grinning. “Exam done? How did my champion do?”

Karthik managed a smile. “Best one yet. I'm sure.”

Varsha clapped. “That's my boy! Results next month, right?”

“Yes.”

They fell into small talk about the paper, about the heat, about nothing important.

But the silence between Karthik and Indhu grew, thick and noticeable, full of everything unsaid.

Varsha noticed everything the way Indhu's eyes flicked to Karthik and away, the way Karthik's gaze lingered on Indhu's hands on the fabric, then dropped.

In Indhu's mind: the dirty talk with Varsha from yesterday, the confession, the shame, the lingering heat from the morning hug.

In Karthik's mind: Anu's kiss, the guilt of not feeling what he should, the memory of Amma's body against his, the hard proof of his desire she had felt.

Varsha broke the quiet with her usual mischief. “Finally exams over no more spending all day with Anu, ha?”

Karthik blinked, confused. “Yes… why?”

Varsha glanced at Indhu, eyes twinkling. “Your girlfriend was feeling lonely without you.”

Indhu's head snapped up. “Varsha!”

Karthik laughed awkwardly, cheeks pink.

Varsha leaned on the table. “What? You two were so quiet I had to say something.”

Indhu shot her a warning look but couldn't hide her own small, flustered smile.

Karthik recovered, turning to Varsha. “You promised a trip if I score well. Where should we go?”

Varsha's eyes lit up. “Oho! Planning already? Where will you take your mom?”

Indhu's stomach flipped hard, sudden butterflies exploding warm and low. A trip. Just them. Alone. Hotels. Nights. Shared rooms. The thought made her pussy clench, wetness starting slow between her thighs. She felt her nipples tighten against the top.

She busied herself. “I'll make tea.”

She escaped to the small back room, heart racing, naughty images flashing Karthik's hands on her in a hotel bed, his mouth on her breasts, his cock sliding into her while she moaned his name.

Wrong. So wrong.  
But so wanted.

Varsha sat beside Karthik while Indhu was gone.

Voice low: “Did you really do well?”

He nodded, serious. “Best I could. Anu helped a lot.”

Varsha pinched his thigh lightly. “Don't mention Anu. Your mother's already hurting because you spent so much time there.”

His eyes widened. “It was only for studies for Amma.”

Varsha softened. “I know. You'd do anything for her, right?”

“Yes.”

She leaned closer. “Still have those feelings?”

He froze, then nodded once small, ashamed.

Varsha patted his knee. “That's good. Because she needs your love most. Give it to her.”

He looked at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

Varsha smiled gently. “She loves you more than you know. Don't hurt her by pulling away.”

Indhu returned with tea three glasses on a tray.

She caught the tail of their quiet talk, wondered, but didn't ask.

They sipped in lighter silence now general talk about results, about summer plans.

But inside all three, the secrets burned brighter.

Indhu: butterflies from the trip idea, guilt from the jealousy, craving for his attention.

Karthik: relief from the confession, determination to make her proud, confusion about what “give her your love” meant.

Varsha: satisfied with the push, curious to see how far it would go.

The afternoon ended with tea finished, promises made, and the three of them closer to the edge than ever.

The quiet after the tea, the unspoken promises hanging in the air, mother and son one step closer to the truth they both feared and craved.

 -------

The clock on Varsha's wall ticked toward five-thirty. The light outside had turned golden, long shadows stretching across the boutique floor.

Indhu stood, smoothing her saree, the fabric suddenly feeling too warm against her skin. “I should go. Leka will be home soon.”

Her stomach twisted at the thought.

Facing Leka after this morning the long hug, Karthik's hardness pressed against her, Leka's wide, confused eyes.  
What if she asks?  
What if she thinks I'm a bad mother?  
What if she sees something wrong?

She turned to Karthik, voice soft. “Wait outside for me, kanna.”

He nodded, picked up his bag, and stepped out, the door jingling behind him.

Indhu looked at Varsha, eyes worried. “What do I do about Leka? This morning… she saw us hugging too long. What if she asks questions? What if she thinks I'm… bad?”

Varsha set down her scissors, came close, and took Indhu's hands.

“She won't think you're bad,” Varsha said gently. “She's jealous, that's all. You give Karthik more attention she feels left out. Pay her a little extra care for a few days. Hug her more. Ask about her day. She'll be fine.”

Indhu's eyes watered. “I hope so.”

Varsha squeezed her hands. “You're a good mother. Don't doubt that.”

They hugged quickly, and Indhu stepped out.

Karthik was waiting on the pavement, college bag over one shoulder, looking at the sky.

The walk home started silent.

Indhu's mind raced Leka, the hug, the fear of questions.

Karthik's mind raced too Varsha's words echoing: “She felt lonely because of your distance.”

He glanced at her  in her skirt and top, hair loose, the soft sway of her hips.

She looked beautiful. Always.

And he had hurt her by pulling away.

He couldn't bear it anymore.

“Amma…” he said softly, “I forgot to say this morning. You look stunning today.”

The words were simple, but they landed like sunlight.

Indhu's heart leaped. She turned to him, eyes shining, a slow smile spreading across her face. The compliment soaked into her like rain on dry earth. Her pussy gave a soft, secret throb, nipples tightening against her blouse.

She didn't speak just smiled, cheeks pink, and kept walking.

But the silence felt different now warm, charged.

Karthik saw the smile and felt it in his chest. She's happy again. Because of me.

He reached for her hand without thinking fingers sliding between hers, lacing tight.

Indhu's breath caught. She looked down at their joined hands, then at him.

He didn't let go.

She didn't either.

They walked like that fingers crossed, palms pressed, the hold growing tighter with every step.

Indhu felt the heat of his skin, the strength in his young fingers.  
He doesn't want to let go.  
The thought made her heart race, her pussy ache with slow, building wetness.

Karthik felt her grip tighten in answer.  
She doesn't want to let go either.

The walk home felt too short.

At the gate, Indhu fumbled for keys with one hand, the other still locked in his. She laughed softly at her own clumsiness, but neither released.

Inside, door locked behind them, they stood in the hall bags dropped, hands still together.

Silence.

They looked at each other.

Eyes locked.

Neither moved to let go.

It became a quiet game who would release first?

Minutes passed.

Indhu felt the heat building his palm warm and slightly sweaty against hers, his fingers strong, the way his thumb brushed her skin accidentally-on-purpose.

Her pussy throbbed steadily now, wetness soaking her panties, nipples hard and aching against her blouse. She felt alive, wanted, young.

She smiled first small, shy, knowing.

“Why are you still holding me?” she whispered, voice teasing but breathy. “Leave me.”

Karthik's eyes were dark, serious. “I will never leave you, Amma. Ever in my life.”

The words were raw, from the heart.

Indhu's eyes filled instantly. Tears spilled over.

Her voice shattered. “One day you will… for your woman.”

He didn't know what to say.

Without thinking, he released her hand but only to cup her face, thumbs wiping the tears, and leaned in.

His lips pressed to hers.

Soft.  
Warm.  
Still.

No movement just the gentle pressure of mouth on mouth, breath mingling, hearts pounding.

Indhu froze.

Eyes wide, staring into his dark, full of everything he couldn't say.

Then her eyes fluttered shut.

For those few seconds the world stopped.

The main gate rattled someone at the latch.

Leka.

Indhu shoved him away hard panic, guilt, fear.

Karthik stumbled, fell back onto the sofa, eyes wide, lips tingling.

Indhu ran to the bathroom, slammed the door, leaned against it shaking.

Her lips burned where his had been.

Her pussy throbbed, soaked, aching.

Wrong. So wrong.

But God, it felt right.

Indhu locked in the bathroom, heart racing, body on fire, the taste of her son's first kiss still on her lips, and the terrifying, exhilarating knowledge that everything had just changed forever.


 ---

Leka pushed open the door, college bag heavy on her shoulder, hair frizzy from the bus ride, face tired but curious.

She stopped in the hall, looking at Karthik sprawled on the sofa, face flushed, eyes distant.

“Where's Amma?” she asked, dropping her bag.

Karthik pointed wordlessly toward the bathroom door, not meeting her eyes.

Leka frowned, something off in the air, but shrugged and went to the bedroom to freshen up in its attached bathroom.

Indhu, in the wardrobe-room bathroom, stood under the shower longer than needed, water cool against her burning skin. She had stripped off the skirt and top, panties soaked and thrown into the laundry basket. Her pussy was still swollen, lips sensitive, clit throbbing with every heartbeat.

She touched herself once fingers sliding through the wetness, circling slow.  
His lips on mine.  
His eyes looking into my soul.  
His hardness against me this morning… and the kiss.

She came fast, knees buckling, hand over her mouth to stifle the moan.

Guilt crashed in immediately.

I corrupted him.  
My own son.  
Because I didn't stop him.  
Because I wanted it.

She washed again, cold water this time, changed into a safe ankle-length nightie old, faded, nothing special.

When she stepped out, she couldn't look at the hall. Couldn't face him.

She went straight to the kitchen, started dinner on autopilot chicken fry reheated, rice, rasam.

Her mind was a storm.

He kissed me.  
My son kissed me.  
And I let it happen.  
I closed my eyes.  
I wanted more.

She remembered his words “I will never leave you” voice rough, eyes fierce.

Then his lips soft, warm, pressing with all the love and hunger he couldn't say.

Her pussy throbbed again. Nipples hard against the nightie.

Why didn't I stop him?  
Why didn't I slap him?  
Why did it feel like the most right thing in the world?

Our relationship is changed forever.  
How do I look at him now?  
How do I talk to him?  
Will he hate me for letting it happen?  
Or will he want more?

The confusion tore at her.

I'm a bad mother.  
Spoiling his life for my pleasure.

But the craving was there deep, undeniable.

In the hall, Karthik sat frozen on the sofa, mind a hurricane.

What did I do?  
Why did I kiss her?  
How did I get the courage?

Varsha's words echoed “Give her your love.”

He had.  
But a kiss? Too much.

How will she take it?  
Will she hate me now?  
Think I'm disgusting?

He remembered Anu's kiss soft, hopeful.  
Then Amma's electric, forbidden, everything.

Anu's felt like friendship.  
Amma's felt like… home. Life. Need.

Guilt choked him.

Is this kiss a remedy for Anu's?  
Trying to wash away one with the other?

He compared the taste Anu's mint, quick.  
Amma's rose lipstick, lingering, perfect.

He couldn't say which was better.

But he was happy he kissed Indhu.

Terrified how she would take it.

Did I cross the line?  
Will she ever look at me the same?

The bathroom door opened. Leka came out, changed into home clothes, hair tied.

She looked at Karthik, then toward the kitchen, felt the strange silence.

Something off.

She didn't speak to him, went to her laptop in the bedroom.

Called Rajan instead. “Appa, when will you come?”

“By dinner. Prepare something good.”

She hung up, told Indhu.

Indhu nodded, voice flat. “Okay.”

Dinner was ready when Rajan walked in tired, grumpy.

The table was set.

Conversation minimal.

Rajan asked Karthik about the last exam.

“Good,” Karthik said formally.

Rajan grunted, too tired to push.

Leka noticed everything the way Indhu and Karthik didn't look at each other, the space between them at the table, the quiet that felt loud.

Morning they were so close.  
Evening… distant.

Bedtime came.

They lay in the usual order Leka, Indhu, Karthik.

But distance now.

Karthik on the edge, back turned.

Indhu in the middle, eyes open.

Leka asleep fast, confused but tired.

Karthik and Indhu lay awake for hours eyes closed, pretending sleep, minds screaming.

The kiss burned between them.

Guilt kept them apart.

Love kept them awake.

Eventually sleep took them fitful, restless.

The night stretched long, heavy with everything unsaid.

Mother and son in the dark, inches apart but worlds away, the forbidden kiss the wall between them, guilt and longing keeping sleep shallow and dreams dangerous.


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Indhu woke to the familiar warmth wrapped around her the weight of Karthik's arm across her waist, his body curled against her back in sleep, his leg thrown over hers like he had reached for her in the night and found her. His face was close to her neck, breath soft and steady, stirring the loose strands of her hair.

For a heartbeat, everything felt like every other morning.

Safe.  
Loved.  
Home.

She smiled softly, eyes still heavy with sleep, the way she always did when she woke to find him holding her like she was the only thing keeping him anchored.

Then the memory crashed in.

Yesterday.

The kiss in the hall.

His lips on hers sudden, bold, full of everything he couldn't say.  
The way she had frozen, heart slamming, then closed her eyes and let it happen for those burning seconds.  
The way they hadn't spoken after.  
Hadn't looked at each other properly all evening.

Her smile faded.

Her heart began to race.

He's hugging me like this in his sleep.  
Without knowing.  
Like always.

But today was different.

After the kiss.

His face so close lips slightly parted, the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw, the warmth of his breath on her skin.

She stared at him, breath shallow.

The craving hit her like a wave.

I want to feel it again.  
Just once.  
His lips. His taste.  
While he's sleeping.  
He won't know.

The war began.

Logical voice, sharp and cold:  
He's your son.  
You carried him inside you for nine months.  
You nursed him at your breast.  
This is sin. Against God. Against nature. Against everything right.

Emotional voice, warm and desperate:  
He kissed you yesterday.  
He wants it too.  
You felt him hard against you this morning he feels it too.  
He makes you feel alive. Loved. Desired.  
For the first time in twenty years.

Logical:  
Society will destroy you.  
Rajan will kill you both.  
Leka will hate you.  
You'll lose everything.

Emotional:  
No one will know.  
Just this once.  
Just to feel it again.

Logical:  
You're his mother.  
Your job is to protect him, not corrupt him.

Emotional:  
He's not a child anymore.  
He's a man.  
And he chose you.

She fought for minutes heart pounding, breath shallow, pussy aching with slow, building need. Nipples hard against the nightie, breasts heavy, wetness soaking her panties.

Finally, the emotional side won.

She leaned in slow, trembling, tears in her eyes and pressed her lips to his.

Soft.  
Warm.  
Gentle.

His breath filled her mouth, warm and sweet. She tasted him faint coffee from last night, something that was only him.

Her heart beat so fast she thought it would burst.

She felt alive electric, every nerve singing, pussy throbbing, wetness flooding her.

Then his eyes opened.

Karthik woke to the softness of lips on his, warm and real, the faint scent of jasmine and her skin filling his lungs.

For a dizzy second he thought he was dreaming again.

Then he saw her eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips still touching his.

Amma.

Kissing him.

His morning wood already hard throbbed painfully, thickening further against his shorts, pre-cum leaking at the tip.

Indhu pulled away fast, eyes panicked, face burning.

She scrambled from the bed, nightie twisting around her legs, and ran to the bathroom, door slamming softly behind her.

Karthik lay frozen, lips tingling, cock aching, mind racing.

Did she really kiss me?  
Or was I dreaming?

It was real.  
Her lips. Her breath. Her taste.

She kissed me.

She's not angry about yesterday.  
She's… processing. Like Varsha said.

Happiness flooded him pure, dizzying, making his chest tight with joy.

She loves me too.

But she ran.

She needs time.

He decided then no bringing up the kisses. No pushing.

Act normal.  
Be the good son.  
Wait until she's ready.

college was over no early waking.

He closed his eyes, smiled into the pillow, cock still hard but heart soaring, and drifted back to sleep, the taste of her still on his lips.

In the bathroom, Indhu leaned against the door, hand over her racing heart, pussy soaked and throbbing, body shaking.

What did I do?

Mother locked in the bathroom, body on fire with need and shame, mind torn between love and fear; son in bed, heart soaring with hope, promise made to wait.

The forbidden love had taken its second step.

And there was no going back.

[nivithenaughty]

Part 14


Indhu stumbled into the bathroom, door shut behind her with a soft click that sounded too loud in the quiet house. She leaned back against it, hand pressed to her racing heart, breath coming in shallow gasps.

What did I just do?

The kiss replayed in slow motion her lips pressing to his sleeping ones, soft and warm, his breath filling her mouth, the faint taste of him making her feel alive in a way she hadn't in years.

Then his eyes opening.

Seeing her.

She had run.

Her body was on fire pussy throbbing, soaked, clit swollen and aching, nipples hard against the nightie, breasts heavy with need. She could feel the wetness sliding down her inner thighs.

She turned the shower on cold, stepped under it fully clothed at first, the shock of water making her gasp.

You stupid woman.  
You kissed your own son.  
On the lips.  
While he slept.

Logical voice, sharp and merciless:  
You corrupted him.  
You took his innocent hug and turned it into this.  
He'll wake up and hate you.  
Think you're disgusting.  
A bad mother.  
A pervert.

Emotional voice, warm and desperate:  
He kissed you first yesterday.  
He wanted it.  
You felt him hard against you this morning he wants it too.  
You both need it.  
It felt right.  
Alive.

Logical:  
He's eighteen. Confused. Hormones.  
You're thirty-six. His mother.  
You're supposed to guide him, not lead him into sin.

Emotional:  
He makes me feel seen. Desired. Loved in a way no one ever has.  
Not even Rajan in the best days.

Logical:  
Society will destroy you.  
God will punish you.  
Leka will lose her mother.  
Karthik will lose his future.

Emotional:  
No one knows.  
No one will know.  
Just this feeling.  
Just us.

The cold water poured over her, nightie clinging wet and heavy, but the heat inside wouldn't cool.

She stripped it off, stood naked under the spray, hands shaking.

I can't do this again.  
Never.

But even as she thought it, her fingers slid between her legs, brushing her swollen pussy lips, circling her clit once guilty, desperate.

She stopped, sobbing quietly under the water.

I'm the worst mother in the world.

She finished bathing, changed into the safest nightie old, long, faded blue-check, nothing special. Hair tied back, no kajal, no lipstick.

She went to the small pooja room, lit the lamp, folded her hands.

“Show me a path,” she whispered to the small Murugan photo. “Help me. I'm lost.”

Tears fell again.

I'll never do it again.  
He kissed I gave it back.  
It's done.  
No more.

She started cooking simple ven pongal and sambar, the smell filling the house like normal mornings.

Rajan woke, shuffled to the bathroom.

Leka woke next, yawned, went to freshen up.

Karthik slept on deep, peaceful, a small smile on his face.

Everyone thought: Let him rest. Exams over. He deserves it.

Indhu finished cooking, set the table.

Leka and Rajan sat, ready for college and work.

Indhu served quietly, then spoke softly to Rajan.

“Karthik's leave starts until results. We can visit Amma's house in Coimbatore?”

Rajan chewed, thinking.

Leka jumped in quick. “I have college for a month. Semester exams in a week. I can't come.”

Indhu's heart sank a little.

Rajan looked at her, then nodded surprisingly. “Okay. You and Karthik go. Stay until results. I'll arrange a cook maid. She'll manage for me and Leka. We'll visit weekends. When Leka's holidays start, I'll bring her.”

Indhu blinked, stunned.

He never allowed long stays in Coimbatore. Always “few days only.”

She felt happiness bloom time with Karthik, away from this house, from Rajan's eyes.

But suspicion followed.

Is this because of yesterday?  
The hug.  
The promise I made “I'll think about it.”

Her body chilled at the thought.

Rajan added, “Today Friday. Tonight after office I'll bring the office car. All four go. Me and Leka return Sunday night. You and Karthik stay.”

Indhu nodded, happiness winning over suspicion.

Leka looked thoughtful, something quiet in her eyes.

The morning moved on.

But inside Indhu, the questions stayed.

Happy for the trip.  
Happy for time with him.

Worried what it meant.

Indhu in the kitchen after they left, heart full of conflicting joy and fear, the trip looming like a promise and a danger all at once.


 -----

Indhu sat alone on the sofa after Rajan and Leka left, the house too quiet, the morning kiss burning on her lips like a brand.

She couldn't eat.  
The breakfast plate she had made for herself sat untouched on the table, pongal cooling, chutney congealing.

Her mind was a storm.

Yesterday the kiss in the hall.  
His lips on hers, sudden and bold.  
The way she had let it happen, closed her eyes, felt it deep in her body.

This morning the second kiss.  
Her own doing.  
Leaning in while he slept, pressing her mouth to his, tasting him, feeling alive in a way that terrified her.

Then his eyes opening.  
Seeing her.

She had run.

Now she sat curled on the sofa, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them, staring at nothing.

Why did I do it?  
He's my son.  
My baby.  
I'm supposed to protect him, guide him, not… not this.

But the craving was there deep, undeniable.  
The way his arms felt around her.  
The hardness she had felt twice now morning hug, yesterday's press.  
The way her pussy throbbed every time she remembered, wetness soaking her panties even now.

She was wet again, thinking of it.  
Nipples hard against the old nightie.  
Breasts heavy, aching.

Wrong. Sin.  
What kind of mother wants her son's cock?  
Wants his mouth on her?  
Wants him inside her?

Tears came, silent.

Her words to rajan echoed “I'll think about it.”  
Sex with him felt like betrayal now.  
Betrayal of Karthik.

The thought made her cry harder. Thats Why did she wanted to visit her mom.

Karthik finished college.  
He'll be home all day now.  
Alone with me.

Being alone with him every day, every night would be torture.  
The touches. The looks. The hugs that lasted too long.
I won't be able to control it.  
He won't either.

We need distance.  
Space to breathe.  
To forget.

Coimbatore.  
Amma's house.  
Relatives.  
Grandma's room for us women.  
Karthik in the hall.

Safe.

She picked up the phone, hands shaking, and called her mother.

“Amma… we're coming. Me and Karthik. For a month, until results.”

Her mother's voice lit up like Diwali lights. “Really? Ayyo, my Indhu coming? With my grandson? I'm so happy, kanna! The house has been empty always. Come, come I'll make your favourite kozhukattai, buy fresh mutton, everything!”

Indhu smiled through tears. “Yes, Amma. Tonight, we all coming rajan and leka will return Sunday and we two will stay.”

Her mother chattered on plans, cooking, how the neighbours would be jealous.

Indhu listened, heart lighter for a moment.

This is right.  
Distance will fix us.  
He'll forget.  
I'll forget.

Karthik woke later, the happiness from the kiss still warm in his chest.

He showered, wrapped a towel around his waist, and stepped into the wardrobe-room.

He heard her voice from the hall talking to grandma, excited tones about Coimbatore.

His stomach dropped.

Coimbatore?  
For a month?

He sat on the closed toilet seat, towel loose, mind racing.

I thought… after the kiss this morning… she wants me too.  
She kissed me back.  
We could be alone here.  
Close.  
Finally talk.  
Finally…

But now Coimbatore.  
Grandma's house.  
Separate rooms.  
Relatives everywhere.

Distance.

Why?  
Is she running from me?  
Does she regret the kiss?  
Think I'm wrong?

The happiness curdled into fear.

She knows if we stay here alone… something will happen.  
She's scared.

He looked at himself in the mirror eighteen, college over, man enough to feel this, not man enough to control it.

I won't bring it up.  
The kisses.  
I'll act normal.  
Be the good son.

He dressed simple T-shirt and shorts and walked out.

Indhu was in the kitchen.

He hesitated in the doorway, then spoke softly. “Amma… why didn't you wake me?”

She turned, eyes flickering with everything unsaid guilt, love, fear.

“You studied all night for months,” she said, voice gentle. “We let you sleep.”

Relief washed over him.  
She's acting normal too.  
She's not angry.

He smiled, small and careful noticed ber plate not eaten. “shall we eat?”

She nodded, turning back to the stove to hide her own relief.

Neither mentioned the kisses.

It was buried inside them burning, waiting.

The day moved on.

But the decision to go to Coimbatore hung over them like a shadow.

Distance to save them.

Or distance to break them.

The mother and son circling the unspoken, pretending normal, the trip to Coimbatore looming as both escape and danger.

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The house was quiet after breakfast, the plates cleared, the kitchen wiped down. Indhu and Karthik sat on opposite ends of the sofa, eating idlies in near silence. The TV was on low some old serial playing, the dramatic music filling the gaps where words should have been.

Indhu chewed slowly, eyes on the screen but mind miles away.

Karthik kept stealing glances at her her loose hair, the way the nightie clung softly to her body, the curve of her breast when she shifted. He wanted to say something, anything, but the memory of the morning kiss choked him.

He had kissed her.  
She had kissed him back.  
Then she ran.

Now they were here together, but not together.

The silence was unbearable.

To distract herself, Indhu picked up the remote and changed the channel news, a cooking show, a movie song. Nothing held her attention.

Karthik watched her, bored, restless.  
He missed talking to her.  
Missed the easy way things used to be.

Indhu noticed his fidgeting, the way he switched channels aimlessly.

She set her plate aside. “Are you bored, kanna?”

Karthik looked up, heart jumping at the normal tone.  
She's talking to me.  
Like nothing happened.

He smiled, small and relieved. “Yes, Amma. Nothing to do.”

Indhu hesitated, then said softly, “Will you come with me to the temple? The small Murugan one near the market. I want to pray for your results.”

He nodded quickly. “Yes. Better than sitting here.”

She smiled, relieved. “Good. I'll call Varsha too. She'll drive.”

She stood, took the plates to the kitchen, then heard the washing machine beep cycle done.

She turned to Karthik. “Go bath and get ready. I'll put the clothes on the terrace and get ready too.”

He nodded, stood, and went to the bathroom.

Indhu gathered the wet clothes his college uniform, Leka's kurti, her own nightie and carried them to the terrace with her phone.

The sun was warm, the terrace breeze gentle. She started hanging the clothes on the line, pins clicking, fabric fluttering.

Then she dialled Varsha.

Varsha answered on the second ring. “Indhu? Everything okay?”

Indhu's voice was low. “We're going to the temple. The small Murugan one. Will you come with us? Drive?”

Varsha laughed. “Of course. I'll bring the car. Pick you up in half an hour.”

Then, naughty tone: “Finally the couple gets time alone? What are you planning temple or something more?”

Indhu's cheeks burned. “Stop it.”

Varsha's voice turned serious. “You okay? You sound… off.”

Indhu paused, pinning a wet shirt. “We're going to Coimbatore tonight. Me and Karthik. For a month, until results.”

Varsha's tone changed. “What? Why?”

Indhu's voice trembled. “I thought… it's better. After the exams. He's home all day now. Alone with me… it's not right. For both of us. We're confused. Coimbatore relatives, Amma's house, separate rooms. It'll clear the air. Make us stable. Forget what happened.”

Varsha was quiet for a moment. “Indhu… yesterday you were different. Today you're running.”

Indhu's eyes stung. “I thought about his future. I can't spoil his life for my… feelings.”

Varsha sighed. “Okay. Temple first. I'll pick you up. We'll talk there.”

She hung up.

Indhu stood on the terrace, wet clothes flapping in the breeze, tears falling silently.

I'm doing the right thing.  
Distance will fix us.

But her heart screamed otherwise.

She went back inside, changed into a simple cotton saree safe, modest, nothing to tempt. Hair tied back, small bindi.

Karthik came out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, hair wet, body fresh.

He looked at her, eyes soft.

She avoided his gaze, went to the kitchen to pack a small bag for the temple.

The silence between them was different now charged, careful, full of everything they weren't saying.

The doorbell rang Varsha.

They left together mother, son, and aunty toward the temple, toward answers, toward whatever came next.

The car ride beginning, the unspoken tension thick in the air, Indhu's heart heavy with love, guilt, and the desperate hope that distance would save them from themselves.


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The car ride to the Murugan temple on the hill road was mostly silent, the kind of quiet that felt full rather than empty. Varsha drove with the windows cracked, warm wind carrying the smell of dry earth, distant flowers, and the faint salt of the sea far off. The radio played low old Tamil melodies Indhu used to hum when Karthik was small, soft enough that no one had to speak if they didn't want to.

Karthik sat in the back seat alone, bag on his lap, staring out the window. Indhu sat in front beside Varsha, saree pallu slipping slightly from her shoulder, the green cotton soft against her skin. She kept her eyes on the road, but her mind was loud replaying the morning kiss, the guilt, the craving, the fear that she had ruined everything.

Varsha glanced at them both in the rearview mirror and tried to spark conversation.

“So… Coimbatore for a month. That's big news.”

Indhu managed a small smile. “Yes. My mother is very happy. She lives mostly alone since Appa passed. The house will be full again.”

Varsha nodded. “Tell us about it. Your native place.”

Indhu's voice softened, memories warming her tone.

“It's a small village. Not even a proper bus stand just a stop under a big banyan tree. We have a little land few coconut trees, a hand pump, a small well. When we were children, Leka and Karthik used to bathe in that well every summer. Cold water, splashing, laughing till they couldn't breathe.”

She looked at Karthik in the mirror. He was listening, eyes soft.

“Every year the village temple function big celebration. Lights, music, kolam in front of every house, firecrackers at night. We haven't been for the full festival in years. This time… we'll be there.”

Karthik listened carefully, heart twisting.

She's doing this to clear her mind.  
To create distance.  
To forget what happened.

He stared at his hands.

This is a dead end.

She wants to keep us apart.  
Grandma's house women in one room, me in the hall.  
Relatives everywhere.  
No more hugs. No more kisses. No more… anything.

He should accept it.

The taboo relationship ends here.  
Learn to move on.  
Be her son again. Nothing more.

But the thought hurt more than he expected.

Varsha glanced back. “You'll see your mother's childhood life, Karthik. Enjoy it. Before MBBS starts studies will be brutal. Relax till then.”

Karthik nodded quietly. “Yes, aunty.”

They reached the temple.

The steps were warm under their feet, sandalwood and camphor thick in the air. They stood in line for darshan, hands pressed together, eyes closed.

Indhu prayed silently, tears in her eyes.

God, forgive me.  
I'm sorry for what I did.  
For what I feel.  
Protect him. Make him successful. Make me strong enough to let him go.

Karthik prayed, heart heavy.

Make me worthy of her.  
Even if it's just as her son.  
Let her be happy.  
Let her not hate me.

After darshan, prasad in hand sweet pongal, a little vibhuti on their foreheads they walked out slowly.

Varsha pointed to an old tree near the exit. Under it sat an elderly woman thin, white-haired, eyes half-closed in meditation. Simple white saree, rudraksha mala around her neck.

“That woman,” Varsha whispered, “is very powerful. Rare to see her like this. Her blessings are precious.”

She led them closer.

The woman opened her eyes slowly, looked at Karthik and Indhu, and smiled gentle, knowing.

They bent, touching near her feet.

She placed her hands on their heads, murmured mantras in a low voice.

Then she spoke, voice soft but clear.

“You two will be happy together… after many struggles. The child you have will bring fortune to your family.”

Indhu and Karthik froze.

Varsha's eyes widened.

She leaned in. “Aunty… they are not couple. Mother and son.”

The woman laughed softly, nodded like she understood something they didn't.

Waved her hand for Karthik and Indhu to walk away.

They stepped back, stunned.

The woman called Varsha closer.

Indhu and Karthik moved aside, giving space.

The woman placed her hands on Varsha's head, murmured more mantras, then spoke quietly.

“You have been bold and fierce in your life… but deep inside what you feel is hidden… and soon you will find a true happiness.”

She closed her eyes and returned to meditation.

Varsha stood there for a second, eyes wide, then walked back to Indhu and Karthik.

They three stood silent, the old woman's words hanging heavy.

They walked to the prasad distribution area, sat on the stone floor under the banyan tree, eating in quiet.

Varsha broke the silence first, trying to lighten it.

“She must have thought you two are couple, Indhu. You look way younger like a newly married wife. Don't go together anywhere like this everyone will think the same.”

She laughed, playful.

Indhu's cheeks burned. Karthik's face went red.

Inside both, the words burned brighter happy together, after struggles, the child you have.

They ate the prasad in silence, the blessing still ringing in their ears.

mother and son sitting under the ancient tree, the old woman's blessing (and the hidden one for Varsha) echoing, the future uncertain, the love inside them burning brighter than ever, the distance between them feeling both safe and unbearable. Varsha quietly wondering what hidden happiness awaited her, the three of them carrying the weight of words they couldn't yet fully understand.


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Rajan sat in his office cabin, the AC blasting cold air that did nothing to cool the frustration burning in his chest. The desk was cluttered files, coffee cup half-empty, phone in his hand. He had been staring at the screen for ten minutes without seeing the numbers.

The old astrologer's words from twenty years ago kept circling in his head like a curse he couldn't shake.

“Issue in her horoscope. Marriage won't lead to happy life.”

He had laughed then. Ignored it. Married her anyway.  
Now look.

Indhu beautiful, distant, untouchable.  
Her body sexier than ever full breasts, round hips, that glow she had now that made every man in the office whisper behind his back. “Lucky bastard, Rajan sir. Wife like that at this age?”

They envied him.  
He couldn't even touch her.

He needed to find that astrologer.  
Pariharam. Remedies. Whatever it took to break this curse.

He picked up the phone and called his uncle in the village.

“Uncle, that astrologer who did our marriage matching… do you know where he is now?”

The uncle paused, thinking. “Who? The old man from the next village? He moved years ago. Some people say he went to Madurai. Others say he stopped practicing. Why now?”

Rajan lied smoothly. “Just some family matter. Wanted to ask him something.”

Uncle promised to ask around.

Rajan hung up, frustrated.

He dialled Indhu's mother next.

“Amma,” he said, voice polite but tense. “How are you?”

Her mother's voice was bright, excited. “Rajan! Good, good. Indhu called said she and Karthik are coming for a month! I'm in cloud nine! The house will be full again.”

Rajan forced a smile into his voice. “Yes, Amma. They'll reach tonight.”

She chattered on cooking plans, temple visits, how happy she was.

Then Rajan asked, casual. “Amma… that astrologer who did our marriage matching years ago. Do you know where he is now?”

Her mother paused. “Why him suddenly? Any problem?”

Rajan lied again. “No problem. Just… Leka's future. She'll finish studies in a few years. We should ask about marriage time, best horoscope match. Need to start looking for a groom soon.”

Her mother softened. “Oh, yes. Smart. I'll ask around. Find his contact. He was good very genuine.”

Rajan thanked her, hung up.

He leaned back in his chair, mind racing.

Whatever he had to tell her mother whatever lie he would do it.  
He needed Indhu back.  
Needed her under him, legs spread, pussy wet and willing, moaning his name like the early days.

He got up, walked to the general manager's cabin.

The manager fifty, balding, always joking was on the phone. He waved Rajan in.

Rajan waited, then spoke. “Sir, can I take the office car this weekend? Family trip to native place.”

Manager grinned. “Wife and kids? Lucky man. Take it. Enjoy.”

Then, laughing, “You'll miss your wife for a month, ha? That beauty alone at home… dangerous.”

Rajan forced a laugh, manly and casual. “I'll visit weekends. Manage fine.”

Manager sighed dramatically. “Even after all these years, you're the happy one. My wife is torture. I'd be happy to send her away for a week just to breathe. You're lucky, Rajan. Your wife is… jackpot.”

Rajan smiled, nodded, left the room.

Inside, the words stung.

Everyone sees her beauty.  
Everyone envies me.  
But she won't let me touch her.

He walked back to his seat, imagining her full breasts, round ass, hips swaying, that glow she had now.  
His cock stirred in his pants.

Soon.  
He would find the astrologer.  
Break the curse.

Then she would be his again.

Rajan at his desk, mind fixed on reclaiming what he thought was his, the astrologer search already underway, the desperation growing.


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The red car pulled up in front of the house just as the sun dipped low, painting the street in long golden shadows. Varsha turned off the engine and looked at Indhu in the passenger seat, then at Karthik in the back.

“Here we are,” she said softly. “Safe journey tonight.”

Karthik stepped out first, bags in hand, nodding a quiet “thanks, aunty.” He walked to the gate without waiting, shoulders tense, eyes on the ground.

Indhu opened her door, paused, then turned to Varsha.

“Thank you for today.”

Varsha reached over, pulled her into a quick, tight hug across the console.

“I don't know what's going on inside your head, Indhu,” she whispered against her ear. “But don't make any big decisions right now. Just… breathe. I'm here. Call me anytime. Day or night.”

Indhu nodded against her shoulder, throat tight. “I will.”

She pulled back, managed a small smile, and stepped out.

Varsha watched her walk to the gate, then drove off with a small wave.

Indhu opened the gate, stepped inside.

The house was already alive Leka's college bag on the sofa, shoes kicked off near the door, TV on low in the hall. Leka must have come early with her spare key.

Indhu called softly, “Leka?”

“In here, Amma!”

Leka appeared from the bedroom, hair tied in a messy bun, wearing one of the new cotton pant-T-shirt sets mint green, loose and cute.

Indhu forced a smile. “You came early?”

Leka shrugged. “Appa called. Said he'll bring the office car tonight. We need to pack soon and be ready.”

Indhu nodded. “Okay.”

She went to her room, pulled out the old trolley suitcase from under the bed. Karthik was already in the hall, sitting on the sofa, staring at his phone.

She started packing safe clothes first. The old sarees, the modest kurtis, the long nighties Rajan liked. Nothing from the shopping spree. Nothing Karthik had chosen. Nothing that would remind her of his eyes on her body, his hands picking fabrics that would touch her skin.

Karthik noticed.

Every time she folded an old cotton nightie, his chest tightened.  
She's leaving them out.  
The shimmer leggings. The nighties. The skirts he spent hours choosing, imagining her in them.

The pain grew sharp.

She's ignoring me.  
Excluding me from her life.

He stood up, went to his room, pulled out his backpack.  
He was a guy he didn't need much. Few jeans, shirts, mostly shorts and T-shirts. He packed quickly, mechanically.

He couldn't stay in the house watching her pack without him.

He took his phone and stepped outside to the small front verandah, called his friends random talk about cricket, holidays, anything to drown the ache.

Inside, Leka watched her mother pack.

She noticed too.

Amma is avoiding the new clothes.  
The ones Karthik chose.  
The shimmer leggings, the nighties, the skirts.

Leka's doubt grew stronger.

They must have fought.  
Something happened.  
They were so close this morning hugging, kissing cheeks, laughing.  
Now… this silence. This distance.

She didn't like it.  
For years Karthik had been the favourite first priority, always.  
She had been second.  
Now seeing them separated, something inside her shifted.  
She wanted to be close to Amma again.  
To be first, just once.

She walked over, sat beside Indhu on the bed.

“Amma… that saree you're folding it looks great on you.”

Indhu looked up, surprised. “Thank you, mol.”

Leka smiled, leaning closer. “Your face looks very bright and clear today. Really glowing.”

Indhu's heart squeezed.  
Bright?  
Glowing?  
She felt dull, tired, confused.  
But Leka's words were sweet.

She smiled, touched Leka's cheek. “Thank you, kanna.”

They packed together Leka helping fold, chatting about grandma's house, cousins, the temple festival.

Karthik stayed outside, phone in hand, pretending to talk.

Indhu and Leka finished, sat on the sofa, talking about relatives, old memories.

Karthik still didn't come in.

The silence between mother and son stretched longer.

Dinner would be soon.  
Rajan would come.  
The trip tonight.

But the gap between them felt wider than the road to Coimbatore.

Indhu and Leka on the sofa, talking softly, Karthik outside in the evening light, the house divided, the unspoken kiss and the distance it created sitting heavy between mother and son.

[xfirefox]

outstanding, masterclass.

the kiss, blessing, holiday for a month, just three people of three generations and no one to judge or bother.

very well put.

i can already see a bit future now. the coming next few updates will be a grave torture on us readers. with an update a week means a month for the next 4-5 updates, this wait for the updates and this anticipation will be brutal. god help our soul he he he.

[xfirefox]

though special thanks for back to back 2 updates.

[Dogxpool]

with that much craving, would they be able to spend a month in separation? or they will confess to each other and return home early? the anticipation is gonna kill us.

[Vidhya20071984]

Your story is truly captivating. What struck me most was the way you unfolded the narrative with such patience and elegance—the slow build of tension, the subtle gestures, and the atmosphere that drew me in completely. It felt less like reading and more like being gently led into a world of desire and intimacy. The pacing was exquisite, and the artistry behind it made the experience both fabulous and unforgettable. Thank you for crafting something that resonates so deeply. The romance between Indhu and Karthick is utterly captivating—woven with tenderness, longing, and the subtle sparks that make every moment unforgettable. What makes it even more compelling is the way Varsha fuels their journey, adding layers of intensity and emotional depth. It feels like watching love unfold in slow motion, where every glance and gesture carries meaning. The interplay of these three characters creates a narrative that is both enchanting and irresistible, leaving the reader completely absorbed.

Your storytelling style—especially the slow, immersive build—is incredibly captivating. To keep readers emotionally tuned in and deeply engaged, it’s important to maintain continuity. For stories like this, posting at least once a day or once every two days helps sustain the emotional rhythm and keeps the audience connected to the unfolding journey. The steady cadence ensures that the suspense and emotional resonance don’t fade, but instead grow stronger with each installment