Adultery Awakening of a Mother's Corrupt Side

[bikiniking]

The Unplanned Plan

The idea for the trip sparked during a casual evening at Arjun's home. Right next day, Rehan, ever the adventurer, had been scrolling through his phone, showing pictures of misty hills and cascading waterfalls in Lonavala. "

We need a break from this city grind," he said, leaning back on the couch with a grin. Arjun nodded enthusiastically, his college exams finally over, and Salman, their laid-back third friend with a knack for photography, chimed in about capturing the scenic routes.

Priya, overhearing from the kitchen while preparing tea, poked her head in. "Sounds fun. Why not make it a group thing? I could use some fresh air too." The boys exchanged surprised glances, but Rehan's eyes lit up. Arjun hesitated for a moment, but seeing his mother's eager smile, he too agreed. In the last few days he is getting transformed into something else.

They booked tickets for the next day's train - a 28-hour journey on the Delhi-Mumbai express, with a switch in Pune for Lonavala. It was settled quickly: a four-day escape to the hills, packed with hikes, theme parks, and relaxation. Priya insisted on handling the packing, her mind already buzzing with excitement - and a secret thrill about spending time with Rehan away from home.

The morning of departure arrived with the usual Delhi hustle. Priya stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the deep maroon saree that clung to her curves like a second skin. The fabric was a rich, embroidered silk, patterned with subtle white motifs that shimmered under the light. The blouse was sleeveless and low-cut, revealing just enough of her ample cleavage to turn heads, while the saree dbangd elegantly over her hips, the pallu tucked in a way that accentuated her toned midriff from her yoga routines. 



Gold bangles jingled on her wrists, and large earrings framed her face, her dark hair cascading down her back. She applied a touch of red lipstick, smiling at her reflection. "This will do," she whispered, feeling a spark of mischief. Downstairs, Arjun was loading bags into the cab, while Rehan and Salman waited outside, chatting about the itinerary.

As Priya stepped out, the morning sun caught the sheen of her saree, making it glow. Rehan's eyes widened instantly, his gaze lingering on the way the fabric hugged her figure. "Wow, Mrs. Mehra—you look... stunning," he said, his voice low and appreciative. Priya laughed lightly, waving it off. 

"Just Priya, remember? And thank you. It's comfortable for the long ride." Salman, fiddling with his camera bag, glanced up and nodded politely, but Arjun rolled his eyes playfully. "Mom, you're going to make the whole train stare." 

She ruffled his hair. "That's the point of dressing up sometimes, beta." They all laughed.

They piled into the cab, the air thick with anticipation. Rehan sat next to Priya in the back, their thighs brushing as the car jostled through traffic. He leaned in slightly. "That color suits you perfectly. Makes you stand out."

Priya felt a warmth spread through her, her hand grazing his knee "accidentally" as she adjusted her saree. "Flattery already? Save some for the trip." Salman, in the front, turned back with a grin. "Yeah, Rehan, don't wear out your charm before we even board."

At the New Delhi Railway Station, chaos reigned supreme. Porters shouted, vendors hawked chai and snacks, and crowds surged toward platforms. The group navigated through the throng, tickets in hand for their AC 2-tier coach. 

Priya's saree drew immediate attention - whispers from passing men, some outright stares. A middle-aged vendor pushing a cart of bottled water slowed down, his eyes fixed on her exposed midriff. "Madam, cold water? You look like you could use something refreshing," he said with a sly smile, his tone laced with innuendo.

Priya met his gaze, tilting her head playfully. "Maybe later. Right now, I'm plenty refreshed." Rehan noticed, his hand protectively on her lower back as they moved forward. "Ignore them," he murmured, but Priya shrugged. "It's harmless fun." Arjun led the way to the platform, while Salman snapped a quick photo of the bustling scene.

Boarding the train was a scramble. The coach was moderately crowded, with families and solo travelers settling in. Their berths were in a compartment: lower for Priya and Arjun, upper for Rehan and Salman. As they stowed luggage under the seats, Priya bent down to arrange her bag, her saree pallu slipping slightly, revealing more of her blouse's deep neckline. Rehan, standing nearby, couldn't help but stare, his breath catching.

"Need help with that?" he offered, kneeling beside her. Their faces were inches apart, and she whispered, "Only if you promise not to drop anything." Her fingers brushed his as she handed him a smaller bag, sending a spark between them. Salman, climbing to his upper berth, caught the moment out of the corner of his eye but said nothing, assuming it was just friendly help. Arjun, already seated, plugged in his earphones, oblivious for now.

The train lurched forward with a whistle, pulling out of the station amid the clatter of wheels on tracks. Sunlight streamed through the tinted windows, casting a warm glow on the compartment. Priya settled by the window, her saree dbangd gracefully over her lap.

 Rehan took the seat opposite her, their knees almost touching in the narrow space. "Excited for the hills?" he asked, his eyes tracing the embroidery on her blouse. Priya leaned forward, her cleavage subtly accentuated by the movement. "Very. It's been ages since I've traveled like this. Feels liberating." She crossed her legs, the saree riding up just enough to show a glimpse of her ankle, adorned with a simple chain.

Rehan swallowed, shifting in his seat. "Liberating is a good word. You look... sexy in that outfit." Priya smiled coyly, her hand resting on her thigh. "Do I? Maybe I chose it for the attention. MAgar tum dekh hi nahi rahe ho" Arjun glanced over, raising an eyebrow, but Salman was busy scrolling on his phone above.

As the train picked up speed, rolling through the outskirts of Delhi, a sweeper entered the compartment with a broom and bucket. He was a wiry man in a stained uniform, moving methodically down the aisle. When he reached their section, he paused, his eyes lingering on Priya's form. "Clean berth, madam?" he asked, but his gaze was anything but professional, roaming over her exposed skin. 

"You look like a movie star in that saree. Traveling alone?" Priya chuckled softly, not offended but amused. "Not alone. With friends." She adjusted her pallu, letting it slip a fraction more before pulling it back, a teasing glint in her eye. The sweeper grinned, wiping his brow. "Lucky friends. If you need anything - water, extra sheets—just call." He leaned in closer than necessary to sweep under her seat, his shoulder brushing her leg. 

Rehan tensed, but Priya played along, saying, "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks." As the sweeper moved on, muttering something under his breath about "Kya gajab randi hai," Rehan leaned in. "That guy was bold." Priya whispered back, "Jealous? It's just words." They both laughed.


The journey continued, the landscape shifting from urban sprawl to open fields. Vendors came and went, shouting their wares. One, a young man selling magazines and snacks, stopped at their berth. "Chips, biscuits? Or something sweet for the beautiful madam?" His eyes were glued to Priya's blouse, the low cut drawing him in.



Priya selected a pack of biscuits, handing over money slowly, her fingers grazing his palm. "Sweet sounds good. What do you recommend?" She batted her eyelashes playfully, enjoying the flush on his face. "Uh, these chocolates are popular," he stammered, fumbling the change. Rehan watched, a mix of amusement and possessiveness in his expression. "Make it quick, buddy," he said lightly, but Priya shot him a wink. Salman, now paying attention from above, leaned over the edge of his berth. "Hey, get me some too. And yeah, she does have good taste." It was his first subtle entry into the flirtation, noticing how Priya commanded attention.

A few hours in, the train made its first major stop at a smaller station. Passengers disembarked for fresh air, and the group decided to stretch their legs. On the platform, amid the chaos of chai sellers and beggars, Priya stood out like a beacon in her maroon saree. A group of laborers waiting for another train whispered among themselves, one bold enough to catcall softly: "What a sight! That saree hugs her just right." 

Priya overheard, turning toward them with a smile rather than ignoring it. She bent to pick up a fallen water bottle, her saree tightening around her hips, drawing more murmurs. "She's teasing us on purpose," one said. Rehan pulled her closer, his arm around her waist. "Let's get back inside." But Priya lingered, buying a cup of chai, sipping it slowly while meeting their gazes. "Let them look. It's flattering. Tumko bhi to mujhe show off karne me mazza aata hai" Salman, capturing the scene with his camera discreetly, chuckled. "You're handling this like a pro, aunty." Priya raised her cup to him. "Call me Priya. And yes, I am."

Back on the train, as it resumed its rhythm, the teasing intensified in their compartment. Priya offered Rehan a biscuit from her pack, feeding it to him directly, her fingers brushing his lips. "Try this. It's sweet, like you said." Rehan's eyes locked on hers, chewing slowly. "Not as sweet as the company." Arjun, noticing the exchange, cleared his throat. "Mom, save some for the rest of us." 

But Salman, now fully engaged, dropped down from his berth. "I'll take one too, Priya. If you're sharing." She handed him one, her hand lingering on his. "Of course. Wouldn't want you feeling left out." The air grew charged, with Rehan shooting Salman a playful glare.

Lunchtime arrived with the train's pantry car attendant bringing thalis. Priya arranged the trays on the fold-out table, her saree pallu falling loose as she reached across. Rehan "helped" by tucking it back, his fingers grazing her bare midriff. "Can't have that slipping," he said huskily. 

Priya shivered at the touch, leaning into it briefly. "Thanks. You're always so attentive." Salman watched openly now, joining the meal. "This food's okay, but the view's better." Priya laughed, portioning rice onto his plate. "Flattery from you too? The trip's bringing out the best in everyone." As they ate, her foot found Rehan's under the table again, rubbing subtly against his calf. He responded by pressing back, the silent game building heat.

The afternoon sun baked the fields outside, and the compartment grew warmer despite the AC. Priya fanned herself with her pallu, the motion causing the fabric to shift, exposing more cleavage. A passing ticket checker stopped, ostensibly to verify tickets, but his eyes wandered. "Everything okay here, madam? You look a bit hot—need the fan adjusted?" Priya nodded, standing to let him reach the controls, her body close to his. "Yes, please. It's getting steamy." The double entendre hung in the air, and he fumbled with the switch, stealing glances. Rehan clenched his jaw, but Priya enjoyed the power. Salman, smirking, said, "Yeah, it's definitely heating up." Priya gave him a teasing smile

By late afternoon, with another station stop, Priya stepped out again, this time alone for a moment, drawing a small crowd of admirers - vendors, passengers, even a security guard—who made passing comments on her allure. She teased back with smiles and light banter, feeling alive.

Returning to the berth, she found Rehan waiting, pulling her into a quick hug disguised as balance help. "Missed you," he whispered. Priya pressed against him. "Good. The fun's just starting." Salman, now fully noticing the dynamic, joined in with a wink. "Count me in for whatever's next."  Priya and Rehan laughed as if it was just a joke.


The daytime journey stretched on, filled with these layered moments of flirtation and teasing, the train's rhythm mirroring the building tension. Priya's maroon saree became the centerpiece, a symbol of her awakening desires, as the group hurtled toward the hills - and whatever awaited next! But there are still 15 more hours to go!!