Adultery Awakening of a Mother's Corrupt Side

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The journey Continues


The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the rolling fields outside the train windows. The compartment had settled into a lazy rhythm, with the clatter of wheels providing a constant backdrop to the group's intermittent conversations. Priya had dozed off lightly on her berth, her maroon saree slightly disheveled from the day's movements, the fabric still clinging to her curves in a way that drew occasional glances from passing passengers.

Arjun was engrossed in a book, his earphones in, but he was constantly on the lookout. He couldn't forget the feeling of cumming on his Mom's panties, the tabboo, the thrill. This left Rehan and Salman with a rare moment of privacy, perched on the upper berths across from each other, their legs dangling over the edges as they whispered conspiratorially.

Rehan leaned over first, his voice a hushed growl, eyes flicking down to Priya's sleeping form. "Bro, look at her. That saree... it's like it's painted on. I can't stop thinking about ripping it off." He adjusted himself subtly, the bulge in his pants evident from the day's buildup of tension.



Salman grinned, peeking down as well, his gaze lingering on the rise and fall of her chest. "I know, man. She's been teasing us all day with those 'accidental' brushes and bends. You see how she handled that vendor? Smiling like she wants it. This trip is our chance."

The chat turned dirtier quickly, fueled by the confined space and the thrill of secrecy. Rehan chuckled low, switching to a mix of English and Hindi for emphasis, keeping his voice barely above a whisper.

"Saali kitni hot hai, yaar. Imagine Lonavala mein, usko hill pe le jaake, saree utaar ke chodne me kya feel ayegi. Her moans echoing in the valley."

Salman nodded eagerly, his eyes darkening with lust. "Haan, bilkul. Pehle main uski gaand dabaoonga, phir tu usko doggy style mein pela. She's been eye-fucking you since Delhi time to make it real."

Rehan licked his lips, glancing to ensure Arjun wasn't listening. But HE WAS!  

Salman leaned closer, his whisper turning raspy. "Main to soch raha hoon, bro. Train mein hi start kar dein? Night mein berth pe, blanket ke neeche haath daal ke. isko dono taraf se chodenge. Tu aage se, main peeche se. She'll beg for more."

Rehan's hand gripped the berth rail tighter, his imagination running wild. "Haan, yaar, uski chut ko itna ragadenge ki wo chilaye. And those lips - blowjob in the car on the way back? This trip, she's ours to ruin." They shared a knowing smirk, fist-bumping quietly, the conversation stoking their arousal as the train sped on.

But the day wasn't over yet. As Priya stirred from her nap, stretching languidly, her saree pallu slipped again, revealing the smooth skin of her midriff. She caught Rehan and Salman watching from above, their expressions a mix of hunger and mischief. 

"What are you two plotting up there?" she asked playfully, sitting up and adjusting her blouse, which only accentuated her cleavage further. Rehan dropped down smoothly, landing beside her berth. 

"Just talking about the itinerary. You rested?" His hand brushed her arm as he sat, lingering a second too long. Priya felt the spark, her body responding with a subtle shift toward him. "A little. But I'm ready for more... adventure." Salman, still above, called down with a wink. "We all are. This train's got nothing on what's coming."

The teasing resumed almost immediately. Another vendor passed through the aisle, this one selling fresh fruits - mangoes and guavas sliced on a tray. He stopped at their compartment, his eyes widening at Priya. "Madam, sweet mango for a sweet lady? Best in season."

Priya leaned forward to inspect, her saree tightening around her hips as she did. "They do look juicy. How much?" As she bargained lightly, her fingers grazed the vendor's hand while taking a slice, popping it into her mouth slowly, juice dripping down her chin. Rehan watched, transfixed, while Salman whispered from above, "See? She's doing it on purpose." The vendor stammered, "F-free sample for you, madam. You brighten the whole coach."

Priya laughed, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. "Thank you. Maybe I'll take a few more." As he moved on, muttering compliments under his breath, Priya offered a slice to Rehan. "Want a taste?" She fed it to him, her fingers brushing his lips, eyes locked. SHe slowly took her wet, slimy fingers and shoved in her own mouth licking them greedily... not breaking the eye contact at all



The train approached another station, this one busier, with platforms teeming with evening commuters. The group decided to step out again for some air, stretching their legs amid the crowd. Priya's maroon saree stood out vividly against the gray concrete, drawing stares from all directions. A cluster of young men near a tea stall whispered among themselves, one bold enough to comment loudly enough for her to hear:

"What a bombshell. Saree mein bhi itni sexy." Priya turned, not shying away, instead smiling and adjusting her pallu to let it dbang more revealingly for a moment. "Enjoying the view, boys?" she teased, her voice carrying just to them. Rehan pulled her arm gently. "Come on, don't encourage them." But his grip was possessive, his thumb stroking her skin. Salman flanked her other side, adding, "Though you do make it hard not to stare."

Back on the train, as it pulled away into the fading light, the compartment lights flickered on, casting a warm glow. Priya settled back, fanning herself with her hand, the motion causing her blouse to shift slightly. 

A railway attendant came by to check on bedding arrangements, his professional demeanor cracking as he addressed Priya. "Sheets and pillows, madam? Anything else to make you comfortable?" His eyes dipped to her exposed collarbone. Priya nodded, leaning back to let him arrange the linens, her leg brushing his accidentally. "That's perfect. You're very helpful." 

As he left, Rehan muttered, "Everyone's after you today." 

Priya whispered back, "And you're not?" Her hand found his knee squeezing lightly.

Settling in for the transition to night, Priya excused herself to the bathroom to freshen up, leaving Rehan and Salman alone again.

They seized the moment to continue their chat, voices low and urgent. Rehan started, "Fuck, that shawl thing? Imagine tying her up with it. Uske haath bandh ke, phir usko chodna non-stop."

Salman nodded, adjusting his position. "Haan, aur uski awaaz sunna jab wo bolti hai 'harder'. We'll take turns—tu pehle, main baad mein. Make her cum so many times she forgets her name."

Rehan grinned wickedly. "Deal. This trip, she's getting double the fun. Arjun ko pata nahi chalega."

Priya returned, her saree freshly adjusted, lipstick reapplied. "Miss me?" She slid back into her spot, the air thick with anticipation. The teasing continued with shared snacks - Priya feeding bites to both boys, her fingers lingering on their mouths. A passing cleaner paused, eyeing the intimate setup. "Cozy here. Need trash taken?" Priya handed over wrappers, her smile inviting. "All good. Thanks for keeping things clean." As he left, Salman whispered to Rehan, "Unlike what we're planning."

The daytime journey wound down with these layered moments, the dirty chat between Rehan and Salman adding an undercurrent of raw desire. Priya, oblivious to the specifics but sensing the heat, played along masterfully, her flirtations building toward the night. The train hurtled into darkness, carrying them closer to Lonavala and the promises it held.



As one last thing before they doze off, Priya removed her saree... staying in just that tiny blouse and a petticot, tight on her hips and tied way 6 inch below her navel.


To be continued....

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