Family of Desire: Getting close to didi and mom

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The Family of Desire
Narrator: Eshan (The Son)


Introduction

My name is Eshan, nineteen years old, just started first year at a private university here in Delhi. We live in this posh second-floor builder floor in South Delhi—marble floors, false ceilings, everything fancy. Dad, Mr. Rajesh, runs a textile export business. Typical provider type—always on the phone shouting about shipments, thinks his job is done once he hands over the credit cards. Money is never an issue at home, time is.

Then there’s my sister Gayatri. Twenty-four, works as an accountant in a big firm in Gurgaon. She’s intense—beautiful, but completely shameless. Every weekend she’s out partying at Hauz Khas or Cyber Hub, comes home late smelling of alcohol and expensive perfume. She has her own room, but on some days or when she’s hungover, she crawls into my bed, hugs me like I’m her teddy bear. Wears Shorts, sometimes top see-through, she doesn’t care at all. Modern, loud, zero fucks given.

And then there’s my mother. Kaveri.

Thirty-eight, but if you see her, you’d swear she’s Gayatri’s older sister. She didn’t age; she just became more ripe, more perfect. Fair skin—with a body that’s dangerous. Thick in all the right places, soft like butter but still firm. No stretch marks, no loose skin like other aunties in the colony. Flawless. She spends her days managing the house and scrolling Instagram, watching influencers and feeling like she’s missing out on life.


Scene 1

It was a Sunday afternoon, that dry Delhi heat hanging heavy in the air. Dad was out playing golf, Gayatri passed out in her room from last night.

I went into my parents’ bedroom to ask for the car keys. The door was slightly open.

Mom was sitting at her dressing table. She had just come out of the shower. No clothes—just a white bath towel wrapped tightly around her body. It was struggling to hold her heavy breasts, pushing them up so high that little cleavage was spilling out, glowing white against the towel. The towel ended high on her thighs, showing off those smooth, hairless, milky-white legs.

She was staring at herself in the mirror, looking unhappy. Pulling at her cheeks, then touching her waist, like she was fighting with her own reflection.

Kaveri Mom: “Uff… Eshan, when did you come? Door band kar na, please.”

I stepped in, closed the door, and started looking for the keys in the drawer.

Eshan: “Just now, Mom. Needed the car keys. What are you staring at in the mirror for so long? Been sitting like this for ten minutes at least.”

Kaveri Mom: “Look at Gayatri… she wears those crop tops and short dresses and looks so stylish. And look at me. Next to her I feel like such a behenji. I take care of myself, go to the gym, but still… I feel so outdated. Kya karoon?”

She turned on the stool to face me. The towel slipped just a little—maybe an inch—revealing the deep, flawless valley between her breasts. She didn’t pull it up. Water droplets were still glistening on her skin like tiny pearls.

Eshan: “Mom, are you serious? Gayatri looks like a stick compared to you. You’re not outdated. You’re classic. Have you seen how the security guards and neighbors stare when you wear a saree? They literally trip over their own feet.”

Kaveri Mom: “Chup kar, Eshan! Don’t talk like that about your mother. ‘They stare at me’… shut up. I’m thirty-eight, beta. My time is gone. Your Papa doesn’t even look up from his phone when I walk into the room.”

Eshan: “That’s Papa’s loss, Mom. Seriously. Zero wrinkles, skin like silk… honestly, if you wore what Gayatri wears, half of Delhi would have a heart attack.”

Kaveri Mom: “Dhat! Pagal ladka. Me in Gayatri’s clothes? Chi. What will people say? ‘Kaveri has gone mad in her old age.’ Bilkul nahi.”

Eshan: “See? This is your problem. You keep thinking you’re old. You’re not. You’re just… hidden. Like some treasure nobody’s opened yet.”

I walked closer and stood behind her. In the mirror I could see everything—wet hair clinging to her neck, flushed cheeks, that heavy chest rising and falling under the towel. The smell of her sandalwood soap was everywhere, making my head spin a little.

Eshan: “You know Vian? The guy who moved in next door? Photography professional?”

Kaveri Mom: “That cute boy with curly hair? Haan, what about him?”

Eshan: “He was telling me yesterday he needs a model for his project. ‘Indian Mother’ theme. He specifically asked if Kaveri Aunty would help. Says your structure is perfect for it.”

Kaveri Mom: “Model? Me? Are you joking? Main ek ladke ke saamne pose karoon? I’ll die of shame, Eshan.”

Eshan: “Why? It’s just art, Mom. Vian is professional. It’ll be good for you. You’ll finally see how beautiful you really are. Just try it once? For me? Prove to yourself you’re not some behenji.”

Mom bit her lower lip, looked back at her reflection. She slowly ran her hand down her wet neck, over the curve of her breast. I saw something flicker in her eyes—fear mixed with this sudden, sharp hunger for someone to tell her she was still desirable.

Kaveri Mom: “You really think… I can pull it off?”

Eshan: “Mom, you won’t just pull it off. You’ll destroy it. You’ll be exactly what they’re looking for.”

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Scene 2

Mom was still standing there, looking in the mirror. Her hand was moving slowly along the edge of the towel, right where it went low into her cleavage. I could see she was thinking hard. The idea was in her head now. I just had to push it a little more. She moved her weight from one leg to the other, and the towel slid up her thigh a bit, showing more of that soft, creamy skin.

Eshan: “So? What do you say, Mom? Vian is waiting for an answer. I can call him right now. He has lights and all set up in his flat. But if you feel shy, he can come here with his camera. In this room only. Just us three.”

Kaveri Mom: “Here? Are you mad, Eshan? What if Gayatri wakes up? What if the maid comes suddenly? No no, this is too much. Log kya sochenge? A mother posing like a model… it’s not decent at all. Main respectable woman hoon.”

Eshan: “Mom, please stop thinking about the world. Gayatri is fast asleep till evening—she came home at 3 AM. Maid is on leave today. And who will see? Only me and Vian. Vian is an artist, he won’t judge. He will treat you like a queen, seriously.”

Kaveri Mom: “But… what will I wear? I can’t wear my normal cotton sarees. They are so boring. And Gayatri’s clothes? Haye ram, I will burst out of them.”

Eshan: “No cotton sarees. And no taking from Gayatri. We need something dhamakedaar. Something that says ‘Kaveri is here’. Classy but… hot.”

I walked to the big teak wardrobe that covered the whole wall. I opened the heavy door. Inside were so many sarees—silk, chiffon, georgette—most of them hardly worn. Mom always buys expensive stuff and keeps it for ‘special days’ that never come because Papa never takes her out.
I moved the hangers and found it. The black net saree. Papa bought it three years ago for their anniversary from a fancy boutique. Mom said it was “too bold” and pushed it to the back.

I took it out. It was pure black net, very sheer, with delicate gold work. Almost no weight. The blouse was killer—tiny sequined halter neck, deep open back, more like lingerie than a blouse.

Eshan: “This one. You are wearing this.”

Kaveri Mom: “Eshan! Bilkul nahi! Put it back. Are you crazy? That blouse has no back! It’s just strings. And the saree is see-through. My whole waist will show. I might as well be naked.”

Eshan: “Mom, just look at the fabric. It will look amazing on your fair skin. White skin against black net? Uff. Trust me. If you wear this, you won’t look 38. You will look 25. Vian said the theme is Motherly but it is not ‘Sati Savitri’. You have to show some skin to show real beauty. Your waist is your best part—why hide it?”

Kaveri Mom: “But my tummy… it’s so soft.”

Eshan: “Your tummy is soft and sexy, Mom. That’s what men like. Not thin like Gayatri. They want something to hold. Stop finding problems. Do it for me? I already told Vian you are the most beautiful woman I know. Don’t make me look like a liar.”

She touched the black fabric with shaking fingers. I could see the fight in her eyes—scared of looking “too much”, but also dying inside to be noticed, to feel desired again.

Kaveri Mom: “And… you will stay there the whole time? You won’t leave me alone with him? I feel very shy, Eshan.”
Eshan: “I’ll be right there, Mom. I’ll guide you. I’ll be your manager. Come on, Maa. Live a little. Papa is on the golf course—he won’t know anything.”

Kaveri Mom: “Okay… but lock the main door properly. If your Papa comes early and sees me like this… he will kill both of us.”

Eshan: “Papa is only on hole number 9 - he just called. He won’t come back for hours. Go and change now.”

She took the saree from my hand. The second she held the thin fabric, she stood a little straighter, took a deep breath. She looked at the mirror one last time. The towel slipped just enough to show the curve of her hip. Then she gave me a small, nervous smile.

Kaveri Mom: “Give me twenty minutes. And Eshan… if I look fat in this, tell me honestly. I don’t want to look like a stuffed potato.”

Eshan: “You will look like a bomb, Mom. Go.”

She turned and walked into the bathroom, hips moving under the towel. I watched her go, then took out my phone and texted Vian.
Game on. She’s getting ready. Bring the wide lens. You’re going to thank me later.

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Scene 3


Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door opened slowly. Steam came out first, with the nice smell of her expensive body spray.
Then she stepped out.

My throat went dry instantly. I had pictured it in my head, but seeing it for real… bhenchod, it was next level.
Mom was holding the doorframe, looking down at the floor. The black net saree was like a dark shadow on her body—it hid almost nothing and showed everything perfectly. Her milky white skin looked so bright against the black net.

But the blouse… that was the real killer.

It was a small sequined halter neck, barely holding everything. Her heavy breasts were coming out from the sides and the top, making a very deep cleavage. The fabric was tight, pushing everything up. Her soft, fair tummy was fully visible through the sheer net. Her deep navel looked like a perfect round hole in soft cream.

Kaveri Mom: “Eshan… nahi yaar. This is too much. I look like… like a call girl. Look at this blouse! It’s suffocating me. And my pet… my whole tummy is showing.”

She tried to pull the pallu over her chest to cover up. Her face was red—half from the hot steam, half from feeling shy.

Eshan: “Mom… kasam se, if Papa saw you now, he would get a heart attack on the golf course. You don’t look like a call girl. You look like a pataka. Like a real Bollywood heroine.”

Kaveri Mom: “Don’t lie. Look at this back! It’s fully open!”

She turned around to show me. Uff. The blouse was just two thin strings tied in a bow at the back. Her whole back was bare—fair, smooth, with two small dimples just above her wide hips. The saree was tucked very low, showing the curve of her waist where the soft flesh spilled out a little. It wasn’t fat; it was soft, nice to hold.

Eshan: “Mom, the back is the best part. It’s sexy. Stop hiding. Why are you covering with the pallu? Let it fall.”

I went close to her. My heart was beating fast. I gently pulled the pallu from her hand.

Kaveri Mom: “Eshan, no… sharam aa rahi hai. It’s too deep.”

Eshan: “Let it be deep. That’s the point. Vian needs to see your curves, Mom. You have a figure that young girls want. Why hide it?”
I fixed the pleats so they sat just below her navel, showing the deep dip of her waist. Her skin felt warm and soft when I touched it.

The doorbell rang.

Mom jumped like someone shocked her. Her hands went straight to her chest again.

Kaveri Mom: “He’s here! Haye Ram, Eshan, I can’t do this. Send him away. I can’t go out like this.”

Eshan: “Relax, Mom. Take a deep breath. You look stunning. Trust me. I’m right here with you.”

I held her hand, gave it a squeeze, and went to open the main door.

Vian was standing outside. He looked ready—camera around his neck, tripod in hand, wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed his arms. He saw me, raised one eyebrow, and smiled big.

Vian: “Scene set, bro? Is Aunty ready?”

Eshan: “Bro, you have no idea. Come in.”

I took him to the bedroom door.

Eshan: “Mom? Come out now.”

There was silence for a second. Then I heard her glass bangles clinking. Mom stepped out into the hallway light.

Vian stopped moving. He just froze. His mouth opened a little, and his eyes went straight to her chest and stayed there.
Mom stood nervously, playing with her earring. The black saree was tight on her heavy thighs. Her cleavage moved up and down with every quick breath. The sheer pallu didn’t hide her deep waist or the full shape of her breasts.

Vian: “Fuuu—” He stopped himself and cleared his throat. “I mean… Wow. Namaste, Kaveri Aunty.”

Kaveri Mom: (looking at the floor, cheeks bright red) “Namaste beta… Eshan forced me into this… I look ridiculous, na?”

Vian: “Ridiculous? Aunty, you look… dangerous. Like, gazab. I swear, I forgot how to hold my camera for a second.”

He came closer. His eyes moved over her body openly. He looked at her bare stomach, then up to her face. The look in his eyes was hungry.

Vian: “The light in the living room is perfect right now. Sun is coming on the sofa. Let’s start there? Just… don’t adjust the saree, Aunty. The way it’s falling now… showing your navel… it’s perfect.”

Kaveri Mom: “My… navel? It’s so big…”

Vian: “It’s deep, Aunty. It adds character. Trust me. This shoot is going to be fire.”

Mom looked at me, then at Vian. She saw how he was staring—not like she was just an aunty, but like something he really wanted. And for the first time in a long time, a small, shy smile came on her lips. She liked the attention.

Kaveri Mom: “Okay… if you say so. Tell me what to do.”

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Scene 4

We all moved to the living room. The afternoon sun was coming in through the thin curtains, making everything look golden. Vian was now in full charge. He was not just the neighbor anymore—he was the director, and Mom was his main star.

He told her to stand near the heavy silk curtains. 

Click. Click. Click.

The camera sound was steady, like music. With every click, Mom started to relax a little. At first she was stiff, holding her breath, pulling in her stomach. But Vian kept talking to her in a low, soft voice, like he was speaking to someone special, not just an aunty.

Vian: “Chin up, Aunty. Yes. Look straight at the camera. Don’t smile… give me that attitude look. Like you own everything. Like you know you’re hot.”

Kaveri Mom: “Vian… kuch bhi. I feel silly. Is my tummy looking very big?”

Vian: “Aunty, forget about the tummy. Think about your curves. Turn to the side… show me that profile. Yes. Uff. That shape is killer.”

Eshan: “See, Mom? I told you. You’re a natural.”

Vian: “Wait. The light is not hitting your neck right. Your hair is coming in the way.”

Vian put the camera down. He didn’t ask her to move her hair. He just walked up to her.

He stood very close—barely one inch away. I saw Mom’s shoulders get tight. She held her breath, her chest rising high and staying there, pressing against the thin net of the saree.

Vian reached out. His fingers touched her bare shoulder first. Then slowly he took her thick, wet hair and moved it all to one side. This showed her long, fair neck and the deep open back of the blouse.

His hand stayed there. His fingers lightly touched the string of the halter neck.

Vian: “Your skin… damn, Aunty. It’s smoother than the models I shoot. What do you use? Malai?”

Kaveri Mom: (voice shaking, almost a whisper) “Just… just soap, beta. Vian… you are standing very close.”

Vian: “Need to get the details perfect, na? Relax. You are so tense. Your shoulders feel tight.”

He didn’t step back. Instead he went behind her. He put both hands on her bare shoulders. His thumbs pressed into the soft skin. Mom gasped. Her head fell back a little against his chest.

Vian: “Loosen up. Aise. Just breathe.”

His hands moved down slowly. From her shoulders, along her bare back, following her spine, all the way to where the saree was tucked at her heavy hips. His palms stayed flat on her warm skin. It didn’t feel like just fixing a pose. It felt like he was claiming her.

Kaveri Mom: “Ahhh… Vian… kya kar rahe ho? Eshan is watching…”

Vian: (whispering in her ear) “Eshan is cool, Aunty. He wants you to look your best. And to look your best, you need to feel… sexy. Right, Eshan?”

Eshan: (watching everything, throat dry) “Yeah, Mom. Let him fix the pose. Just… go with the flow.”

Vian: “See? Even your son knows. Now… this saree is tied a bit high. It’s hiding your waist.”

Before Mom could say anything, Vian’s hands went to her waist. He put his fingers inside the saree waistband and pulled it down—just one inch. That small pull showed the deep curve of her hip bone and the soft creamy skin of her lower belly.
Mom took a quick, shaky breath. Her hands went up and grabbed his wrists, but she didn’t push him away. She just held tight, her fingers turning white.

Vian: “There. Now the navel is free. That deep, round navel… gazab.”

He moved around her, his face close to hers. They both looked at her reflection in the glass window.

Vian: “Look at yourself, Kaveri. Not Aunty. Kaveri. You are a bomb. Don’t you feel the heat?”

Kaveri Mom: “Vian… please… I am feeling… very hot. Ajeeb lag raha hai.”

Vian: “Good. That heat looks amazing on camera. Now… turn around and face me. I want a close-up.”

She turned. Now they were standing chest to chest. She had to look up at him. The air between them felt thick, with the smell of her sweat and his perfume.

Vian: “Give me that look again. The one that says you know exactly what I’m looking at.”

He looked straight at her cleavage, which was moving just inches from his shirt.

Kaveri Mom: “You… you are a very naughty boy, Vian. Flirting with your friend’s mother.”

Vian: (smiling, stepping even closer so his thigh touched hers) “Only because the mother is hotter than any girlfriend. Now… chin up. Mouth open a little. Yes. Perfect.”

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Scene 5

The air in the living room felt very thick. It was like everything was shaking a little. Vian had stopped clicking photos some time ago, but he did not move away. The shoot had become something completely different now.

Vian: “Okay, last pose. This one for the bold look. Lie down on the sofa, Aunty. On your back.”

Mom looked at me with big scared eyes. I just nodded. My mouth was too dry to talk. She slowly lay down on the soft sofa. The black net saree moved up her legs. It showed her thick fair thighs all the way up. Her heavy breasts spread out to the sides, pulling hard against the small blouse.

Vian: “Perfect. But the pallu… it’s covering too much.”

He did not wait. He pulled the pallu away fast and threw it on the floor. Now she was only in the tiny blouse and petticoat. Her stomach was moving up and down fast.

Kaveri Mom: “Vian! Kya kar rahe ho? Without the pallu… I am exposed!”

Vian: “You are beautiful, Kaveri. Stop hiding. Eshan, look at her. Doesn’t she look edible?”

Eshan: “Yeah… Mom, you look… fucking incredible.”

Vian: “See? Now I need a top-down shot. But I can’t get it from here.”

Vian climbed onto the sofa. He sat over her legs, knees between her thighs. He was not putting full weight yet, but he was right above her. Mom gasped. Her hands went up to push his chest, but they just rested there softly.

Kaveri Mom: “Vian… get off… this is wrong… beta, get up…”

Vian: “Just one second, Aunty. Hold still.”

He came down lower. His chest touched her heavy breasts. I saw his jeans front pressing hard against her soft stomach. He was not taking photos anymore. The camera was hanging on the side.
He started moving. Slow grinding against her belly.

Kaveri Mom: “Ahhh… Vian… no… mat kar… hmmm…”

Vian: “You like that, don’t you? You have been wanting this since I came in. I saw how you looked at me.”

Kaveri Mom: “No… jhoot… ahhh! Slowly!”

He took her breasts in both hands. He squeezed them hard through the sequins. Mom lifted her back off the sofa. A loud moan came out.

Kaveri Mom: “Oohhh! Vian! Not so hard… my nipples… ahhh!”

Vian: “They are so hard, Aunty. Look, poking through the blouse. Want me to take them out?”

Kaveri Mom: “No! Eshan is here! Sharam karo!”

Vian: “Eshan doesn’t mind. Look at him.”

Mom turned her head to see me. I was standing close, watching my mother move under a boy my age. I was very hard. I nodded slowly.

Eshan: “It’s okay, Mom. Just… enjoy it.”

That made her stop fighting. Her head fell back on the cushion. Her eyes rolled up. Vian moved his hips harder. He rubbed against her private part through the clothes. The rubbing was strong.

Kaveri Mom: “Oh god… Vian… beta… please...”

Vian: “That’s it… take it… feel how much I want you.”

For two minutes, only sounds were their bodies hitting and Mom’s heavy breathing. She held his shoulders tight. Her nails went into his t-shirt. She moved her hips to meet him. She was lost.

Vian stopped suddenly. He made a low sound and pulled back. His face was red and sweaty. He got off the sofa and stood up. He fixed his jeans.
Mom lay there like she was broken. Her hair was all messy. The blouse was twisted, showing a little of her areola. The saree was bunched up around her waist. Her chest moved fast. Her skin was shiny with sweat.

Vian: (breathing hard, hand in his hair) “Whoa. That was… intense. I think we got the shots, Aunty.”

He picked up his camera bag like nothing big happened. Like he did not just rub against my mother in our living room.

Vian: “I’ll edit these and send to Eshan. You were great, Kaveri. Let’s do this again. Maybe without the saree next time.”

He winked at me, patted my shoulder, and left. The door closed with a click.

The room became quiet again, but heavy quiet.
I walked to the sofa. Mom had not moved. She was looking at the ceiling. Tears were in the corners of her eyes, but her face had a new glow.
I sat on the floor next to the sofa.

Eshan: “Mom? You okay?”

She turned her head. Her eyes looked dark and big.

Kaveri Mom: “Eshan… what did we just do? Hey Bhagwan… I let him… I let a boy…”

Eshan: “You didn’t do anything wrong, Mom. You were amazing. Did you… did you like it?”

She bit her lip and looked away. Then she nodded slowly.

Kaveri Mom: “Yes. God help me, Eshan… I liked it. I felt… alive. I haven’t felt a man’s hunger like that in ten years. Your Papa never touches me like that.”

Eshan: “See? I told you.”

She sat up slowly. She pulled the saree down to cover her legs. She looked small and soft now.

Kaveri Mom: “Come here. Hug me.”

I sat on the sofa. I pulled her into my arms. She put her face in my neck. Her hot breath touched my skin. She smelled of sweat and everything that happened. It was strong. She held my waist tight, like she needed comfort.

Kaveri Mom: “Don’t tell Papa. Or Gayatri. Promise me.”

Eshan: “I promise, Mom. Our secret.”

Kaveri Mom: “I am so tired now… all that excitement…”

Eshan: “Sleep a bit. Papa won’t come till evening.”

She did not let go. She pulled me down with her. We lay on the sofa together. My chest against her bare back. My hand on her waist, right where Vian touched. She started breathing slow as she slept. But her body heat kept me awake. I kept thinking about everything that happened.

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