Bihari mother's MILF-ware update: A cybernetic saga set in Bengaluru

[Mohit.Kumar]

His fingers brushed against her neck, and she shivered in her sleep. He traced the line of her collarbone, feeling the slightest tremor of her pulse beneath his fingertips. Madhu's hand slid upwards, her fingers curling around the neckline of her blouse, unknowingly teasing the taut peak of her nipple. Aman's breath hitched as his gaze followed the movement, his own hand mirroring hers on the opposite side of her body.

He leaned in closer, his eyes locked on hers. They were still closed, but he could see the rapid flutter of her eyelids, a silent testament to the dreams she was lost in. His thumb grazed her lower lip, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was dreaming about. Was she dreaming of him?

He felt a strange, heady mix of love and lust swirl in his stomach. Madhu was his mother, and yet here he was, unable to control his urges. The softness of her skin, the sweet scent of her hair, the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath, it was all too tempting.

Aman's eyes traveled over her body, taking in every detail. Her plump, rounded breasts rose and fell with each inhalation, the fabric of her blouse now damp and clinging to her skin. Her thighs were parted slightly, the petticoat barely concealing the dark thatch of hair between her legs.

He felt his cock throb in response, his mind racing with thoughts of what it would be like to touch her, to feel her warmth, to explore her in a way that was forbidden, yet oh-so tempting. Madhu's hand had stilled on her stomach, her breaths growing shallower. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face, and he had to fight the urge to lean in and lick it away.

He took another step closer, his hand trembling as he reached out to caress her cheek. She stirred slightly, her full, lush lips parting in a soft sigh. The urge to claim her mouth with his own was like a fire raging inside him, consuming all rational thought. But he hesitated, the reality of what he was about to do crashing down upon him like a tidal wave.

Aman's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of awareness, any indication that she knew what he was feeling. But Madhu remained blissfully asleep, lost in her dreams. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and whispered, "Ma," his voice filled with a longing that scared him.