19-12-2025, 01:30 AM
Scene 4
Arre waah, that night I could not sleep properly at all. My whole body was burning, yaar. Between my legs it was so wet and aching, like I was a young girl again. All day I kept thinking about my boy and his strong body, that thick thing I saw last night, the way he said “Maa” when he finished. He is my son, the child I carried inside me, the baby I fed milk from these same breasts… and now I was going mad wanting him. I felt so bad, so sinful, but the shame only made me hotter. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to see him again, touch myself while he touched himself, feel that dirty joy with my own boy.
Rakesh was snoring away. Around 1:45 AM, I quietly got out of bed. I didn’t wear anything extra, just my thin pink nightgown, almost see-through. No bra, no panty. My nipples were standing hard, my chut(pussy) already dripping down my thighs as I walked down the stairs barefoot.
When I reached his door, my heart stopped. It was half open. My clever beta had left it open for me.
The room had soft blue light from his laptop. Aditya was sitting on the bed, back against the wall, legs wide open. No shorts, nothing. His big, hard lund was in his hand, standing straight up, shining with wetness at the top. He was stroking it slow-slow, looking straight at the door like he was waiting for his Maa.
I hid in the shadow first, one hand already under my nightgown, rubbing my wet place. But he saw me. Instead of hiding, he opened his legs more and kept stroking, eyes fixed on me. That look, full of hunger for his own mother, made my knees weak.
I stepped inside the doorway, letting the light fall on me. The nightgown stuck to my body, showing everything, my heavy breasts, hard nipples, the shape of my chut(pusst). I felt shy for one second, then so proud. My beta was staring like he wanted to eat me up.
He put the laptop aside, light became softer, but enough to see each other clearly. I pulled my nightgown up to my waist, showed him everything, fingers sliding fast on my slippery clit. We didn’t touch, just looked and rubbed, breathing loud-loud together.
He spoke first, voice rough and low.
“Please Maa… show me properly… touch yourself for your me…”
I almost cried with want. My sweet boy needing his Maa like this.
“Yes beta… look at Maa… see how wet Maa is for you… only for you…”
He pumped faster, eyes on my breasts.
“Maa… your milk… I want your milk again… let me drink from you…”
That hit me hard. I remembered him as a baby at my breast, and now this big man wanting the same. I squeezed my big breast with one hand, milked it a little, moaning.
“Yes baby… Maa’s milk is only for you… come drink, beta… suck Maa dry…”
His lund was jumping in his hand now, pre cum leaking more.
“Maa I’m so hard because of you… I want to put it inside you… fill you up…”
I was shaking, rubbing so fast, juices running down my legs. I didn’t care about anything—only my son, my love, my dirty need.
“Yes beta… put it inside Maa… fill your Maa… make me yours…”
He groaned loud, body tight, and thick white jets came out, falling on his stomach and hand. Seeing my own son come because of me, I lost control. My chut(pussy) tightened hard, waves and waves of pleasure hit me, legs almost giving way. I held the door frame, biting my lip so no sound came out.
After, we just looked at each other, breathing heavy. His lund slowly went soft, still shiny with his seed. I felt so full of love and lust for him, my little boy now my secret man.
I pulled my nightgown from waist to down, legs still shaking. Before going, I whispered soft-soft,
“This is only between us, beta. Our secret.”
He didn’t say anything, eyes still hot on me.
I went back to bed, body happy and trembling. I know it’s wrong, but I don’t want it to stop. Ever.
Arre waah, that night I could not sleep properly at all. My whole body was burning, yaar. Between my legs it was so wet and aching, like I was a young girl again. All day I kept thinking about my boy and his strong body, that thick thing I saw last night, the way he said “Maa” when he finished. He is my son, the child I carried inside me, the baby I fed milk from these same breasts… and now I was going mad wanting him. I felt so bad, so sinful, but the shame only made me hotter. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to see him again, touch myself while he touched himself, feel that dirty joy with my own boy.
Rakesh was snoring away. Around 1:45 AM, I quietly got out of bed. I didn’t wear anything extra, just my thin pink nightgown, almost see-through. No bra, no panty. My nipples were standing hard, my chut(pussy) already dripping down my thighs as I walked down the stairs barefoot.
When I reached his door, my heart stopped. It was half open. My clever beta had left it open for me.
The room had soft blue light from his laptop. Aditya was sitting on the bed, back against the wall, legs wide open. No shorts, nothing. His big, hard lund was in his hand, standing straight up, shining with wetness at the top. He was stroking it slow-slow, looking straight at the door like he was waiting for his Maa.
I hid in the shadow first, one hand already under my nightgown, rubbing my wet place. But he saw me. Instead of hiding, he opened his legs more and kept stroking, eyes fixed on me. That look, full of hunger for his own mother, made my knees weak.
I stepped inside the doorway, letting the light fall on me. The nightgown stuck to my body, showing everything, my heavy breasts, hard nipples, the shape of my chut(pusst). I felt shy for one second, then so proud. My beta was staring like he wanted to eat me up.
He put the laptop aside, light became softer, but enough to see each other clearly. I pulled my nightgown up to my waist, showed him everything, fingers sliding fast on my slippery clit. We didn’t touch, just looked and rubbed, breathing loud-loud together.
He spoke first, voice rough and low.
“Please Maa… show me properly… touch yourself for your me…”
I almost cried with want. My sweet boy needing his Maa like this.
“Yes beta… look at Maa… see how wet Maa is for you… only for you…”
He pumped faster, eyes on my breasts.
“Maa… your milk… I want your milk again… let me drink from you…”
That hit me hard. I remembered him as a baby at my breast, and now this big man wanting the same. I squeezed my big breast with one hand, milked it a little, moaning.
“Yes baby… Maa’s milk is only for you… come drink, beta… suck Maa dry…”
His lund was jumping in his hand now, pre cum leaking more.
“Maa I’m so hard because of you… I want to put it inside you… fill you up…”
I was shaking, rubbing so fast, juices running down my legs. I didn’t care about anything—only my son, my love, my dirty need.
“Yes beta… put it inside Maa… fill your Maa… make me yours…”
He groaned loud, body tight, and thick white jets came out, falling on his stomach and hand. Seeing my own son come because of me, I lost control. My chut(pussy) tightened hard, waves and waves of pleasure hit me, legs almost giving way. I held the door frame, biting my lip so no sound came out.
After, we just looked at each other, breathing heavy. His lund slowly went soft, still shiny with his seed. I felt so full of love and lust for him, my little boy now my secret man.
I pulled my nightgown from waist to down, legs still shaking. Before going, I whispered soft-soft,
“This is only between us, beta. Our secret.”
He didn’t say anything, eyes still hot on me.
I went back to bed, body happy and trembling. I know it’s wrong, but I don’t want it to stop. Ever.
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