Shameless Mother - I(Sunita) caught my son - late at night(Video 1) - Scene 10

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The game with Rakesh had opened a door I couldn't close. Once we started pretending, the real thing became an itch I couldn't scratch.

Two nights later, at exactly 2:00 a.m., my eyes snapped open. Rakesh was snoring softly, totally out of it. My body felt hot and restless under the sheets. I needed to know. I needed to see.
I slipped out of bed, my heart already beating a little faster. The house was silent and dark as I crept down the stairs. I didn't just want to listen this time. I wanted to watch.
I stopped outside Aditya’s door. The faint blue light from his laptop screen was spilling from underneath. I held my breath, lowered myself slowly to the floor, and pressed my eye against the cold metal of the keyhole.
My breath caught in my throat.
He was sitting back in his chair, legs spread wide, pants down around his ankles. And there it was. It was huge. Much thicker than I expected, angry and swollen, pointing straight up at the ceiling. I couldn't believe this was my little boy. He was a man, fully grown and hard as a rock.
On his screen, the same kind of video was playing—soft, dirty whispers of a woman begging her son. Aditya was stroking himself, his hand moving up and down the shaft with a steady, wet slap.

I watched, mesmerized. It was forbidden. It was wrong. And it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
He was biting his lip, eyes glued to the screen. I strained my ears and heard the tinny sound of the video.
"Mom... please... let me put it in..."
A jolt of pure electricity shot straight to my groin. He was watching it again. My son, clutching his cock, watching fantasies about sleeping with his mother, while his real mother watched him through a hole in the door.


My hunger took over. I couldn't just watch. I leaned against the doorframe, careful not to make a sound, and slid my hand under my nightgown. My panties were already soaked. I pushed them aside and found my clit, swollen and aching.

That’s it, beta, I thought, rubbing my clit, my eyes locked on his moving hand. Enjoy your dirty secret. Maa is watching.
He arched his back suddenly, his hips bucking up off the chair.
"Maa..." he breathed out—a barely-there whisper, but I heard it. I swear I heard it.


I was rubbing myself, matching his rhythm. Every time his hand jerked on his cock, my fingers circled faster. It was maddeningly hot—watching the fruit of my own womb pleasuring himself, while I touched myself just inches away.

"Oh god..." I mouthed silently, biting my lip. He looked so good. So powerful.
Aditya’s hand moved faster. His head fell back, his hips bucking up from the chair. He was close.
"Yes... yes..." he hissed through his teeth.

A second later, he groaned, a long, deep sound of release, and I saw the white spurts land on his stomach. I bit my own lip so hard I tasted copper, stifling a moan as I rubbed myself harder, riding the edge of my own climax just watching him unravel. My hips twitched uncontrollably, and as the first wave of pleasure hit me, my knee knocked against the wooden door with a dull thud.

Aditya froze mid-stroke.
Panic cold-cocked me. I didn't wait. I scrambled up, bare feet gripping the floor, and practically flew up the stairs into the shadows of the landing. I moved just fast enough.
Below, I heard his door creak open.
I pressed myself against the wall upstairs, heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I listened.
Aditya stepped into the hallway. "Hello?" he whispered, his voice rough and confused.
Silence.
Then, I heard him shift. He must have looked down. right where I had been crouching. In my rush, I hadn't realized how wet I was. I knew, with a sinking, thrilling feeling, that I had left a few clear, shiny drops of my own juices on the marble floor.
There was a long pause. He didn't go back inside immediately. He was looking at the spot. Maybe touching it. He had to be suspicious. He had to know someone was there, listening to him, getting wet for him.
Finally, his door clicked shut.
I crept back into the bedroom and slid under the covers next to Rakesh, trembling. I wasn't scared anymore. I was on fire.
I lay there in the dark, breathing hard, my hand going back between my legs to finish what I started. The thought of Aditya seeing those wet spots—knowing his mother was outside his door, leaking for his cock—made me clamp my thighs together.
Next time... next time I wouldn't run so fast.