19-12-2025, 03:10 AM
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Scene 7
After that wild night on the terrace, my whole body was glowing like a lamp. All next day, I was smiling too much, humming old songs while cooking, feeling hot and happy inside. My beta and me, we had crossed so many lines, his hands on my breasts, his dirty words in my ear under the stars. I felt like a new woman, full of love and sin for my own son. But danger was always there, na? What if Rakesh notices? He is my husband, quiet but sharp. I thought he wouldn’t know, but deep down I worried. Still, the excitement was too strong, I planned for tonight again, maybe even go further with Aditya.
Evening came, Rakesh home from office. I served dinner, dal chawal, his favourite, but my mind was on Aditya, who was quiet at the table, stealing looks at me. I felt wet just thinking of him. Rakesh looked at me strange, eyebrows up.
“Sunita, you are looking different today,” he said, voice soft but curious. “Share your happiness with me? Any good news?”
I laughed little, but my heart jumped. He had an inkling, something changed in his wife. I was way too excited, glowing like after our honeymoon days. My cheeks were pink, eyes shining, and maybe I was moving different, hips looser from all the pleasure.
“Arre nothing, just feeling good,” I said, trying to sound normal. But inside, panic mixed with thrill. What if he guesses? Our family could break.
He didn’t push then, but after dinner, when Aditya went to his room, Rakesh pulled me to our bedroom early. He closed the door, looked at me serious.
“Sunita, tell the truth. You’ve been different last few days. More… excited. Like something secret. Is there something?”
I sat on the bed, heart pounding. He sat next to me, hand on my knee. I felt bad, he is a good man, caring, our marriage steady. But now my body craved our son, not him. Still, to keep peace, I leaned in, kissed his cheek.
“Arre Rakesh, it’s nothing bad. Just… remembering old days. You know, like our roleplay?”
He smiled small, but eyes still doubting. “Haan, but you seem extra happy. Like… like you have a lover or something.” He laughed, but it was half-joke.
My stomach flipped. So close to truth, but so wrong. I didn’t want him to dig more. To distract, I pulled him close, started kissing proper, my hand going to his pants. “Let me show you how excited I am… for you.”
We made love that night, but my mind was on Aditya. Rakesh was gentle as always, but I moaned louder, imagining my beta’s young body. After, he held me, whispering, “I love you, Sunita. Don’t hide anything from me.”
I nodded, but inside I knew, I would hide forever if needed. He fell asleep soon, but I lay awake, thinking. His inkling added more fire, the risk of getting caught made my urges stronger.
Later, around 1 AM, when Rakesh was deep asleep, I slipped out quiet-quiet. Aditya’s door was open. He was waiting, naked on bed, lund already hard.
“Maa… I missed you,” he whispered.
I closed the door soft, this time no terrace, too risky now. I stripped quick, lay next to him, his hands on me immediate.
“Beta… Maa is here. But shh… papa might wake.”
The danger made us wilder, he sucked my nipples hard, fingers going lower, touching my chut(pussy) for first time. I stroked his lund, whispering dirty.
“Yes beta… touch Maa there… feel how wet for you…”
He talked back, “Maa… what if papa hears? His wife moaning for her son…”
We were lost in it, Aditya’s mouth hungry on my breast, sucking loud, my hand rubbing my clit fast, his big erect lund throbbing in my fist. The room smelled of us, heavy breathing, soft moans.
Suddenly, the door creaked open slow-slow.
Rakesh stood there in the dim light, eyes wide in shock.
He saw everything: me naked on our son’s bed, hiding half in shadows, Aditya’s full erect cock shining hard in my hand, his mouth latched on my nipple, sucking like a baby but like a man too, my fingers moving fast between my legs.
Time stopped. My heart almost burst.
Rakesh didn’t shout. He just stared, mouth open, face going from confusion to realisation. I saw it in his eyes, the memory of our old talks, the mother-son roleplay he confessed to loving.
“WTF…?” he whispered, voice shaking. “That fantasy… she is making it real… Sunita is really… with him? Our Aditya?”
He didn’t move. Didn’t scream. Just stood frozen, looking at his son’s big lund, his wife’s body arched in pleasure, the forbidden scene right in front of him.
I pulled the sheet little, but didn’t cover fully, part shock, part something else. Aditya froze too, mouth still on my breast.
Rakesh’s face changed slow, shock, anger flashing, then something darker. His eyes fixed on where my hand was, on Aditya’s hardness. He took one step back, hand on the door, then stopped.
He didn’t leave. Didn’t call us names.
He just closed the door quiet from outside, like he was in a dream.
I heard his footsteps go back upstairs, slow.
My body was trembling, fear, shame, but also a strange new heat. What will he do tomorrow? Confront? Leave? Or… watch again?
Aditya looked at me, scared but still hard.
I pulled him close, whispering, “Shh beta… it’s okay. Maa will handle.”
After that wild night on the terrace, my whole body was glowing like a lamp. All next day, I was smiling too much, humming old songs while cooking, feeling hot and happy inside. My beta and me, we had crossed so many lines, his hands on my breasts, his dirty words in my ear under the stars. I felt like a new woman, full of love and sin for my own son. But danger was always there, na? What if Rakesh notices? He is my husband, quiet but sharp. I thought he wouldn’t know, but deep down I worried. Still, the excitement was too strong, I planned for tonight again, maybe even go further with Aditya.
Evening came, Rakesh home from office. I served dinner, dal chawal, his favourite, but my mind was on Aditya, who was quiet at the table, stealing looks at me. I felt wet just thinking of him. Rakesh looked at me strange, eyebrows up.
“Sunita, you are looking different today,” he said, voice soft but curious. “Share your happiness with me? Any good news?”
I laughed little, but my heart jumped. He had an inkling, something changed in his wife. I was way too excited, glowing like after our honeymoon days. My cheeks were pink, eyes shining, and maybe I was moving different, hips looser from all the pleasure.
“Arre nothing, just feeling good,” I said, trying to sound normal. But inside, panic mixed with thrill. What if he guesses? Our family could break.
He didn’t push then, but after dinner, when Aditya went to his room, Rakesh pulled me to our bedroom early. He closed the door, looked at me serious.
“Sunita, tell the truth. You’ve been different last few days. More… excited. Like something secret. Is there something?”
I sat on the bed, heart pounding. He sat next to me, hand on my knee. I felt bad, he is a good man, caring, our marriage steady. But now my body craved our son, not him. Still, to keep peace, I leaned in, kissed his cheek.
“Arre Rakesh, it’s nothing bad. Just… remembering old days. You know, like our roleplay?”
He smiled small, but eyes still doubting. “Haan, but you seem extra happy. Like… like you have a lover or something.” He laughed, but it was half-joke.
My stomach flipped. So close to truth, but so wrong. I didn’t want him to dig more. To distract, I pulled him close, started kissing proper, my hand going to his pants. “Let me show you how excited I am… for you.”
We made love that night, but my mind was on Aditya. Rakesh was gentle as always, but I moaned louder, imagining my beta’s young body. After, he held me, whispering, “I love you, Sunita. Don’t hide anything from me.”
I nodded, but inside I knew, I would hide forever if needed. He fell asleep soon, but I lay awake, thinking. His inkling added more fire, the risk of getting caught made my urges stronger.
Later, around 1 AM, when Rakesh was deep asleep, I slipped out quiet-quiet. Aditya’s door was open. He was waiting, naked on bed, lund already hard.
“Maa… I missed you,” he whispered.
I closed the door soft, this time no terrace, too risky now. I stripped quick, lay next to him, his hands on me immediate.
“Beta… Maa is here. But shh… papa might wake.”
The danger made us wilder, he sucked my nipples hard, fingers going lower, touching my chut(pussy) for first time. I stroked his lund, whispering dirty.
“Yes beta… touch Maa there… feel how wet for you…”
He talked back, “Maa… what if papa hears? His wife moaning for her son…”
We were lost in it, Aditya’s mouth hungry on my breast, sucking loud, my hand rubbing my clit fast, his big erect lund throbbing in my fist. The room smelled of us, heavy breathing, soft moans.
Suddenly, the door creaked open slow-slow.
Rakesh stood there in the dim light, eyes wide in shock.
He saw everything: me naked on our son’s bed, hiding half in shadows, Aditya’s full erect cock shining hard in my hand, his mouth latched on my nipple, sucking like a baby but like a man too, my fingers moving fast between my legs.
Time stopped. My heart almost burst.
Rakesh didn’t shout. He just stared, mouth open, face going from confusion to realisation. I saw it in his eyes, the memory of our old talks, the mother-son roleplay he confessed to loving.
“WTF…?” he whispered, voice shaking. “That fantasy… she is making it real… Sunita is really… with him? Our Aditya?”
He didn’t move. Didn’t scream. Just stood frozen, looking at his son’s big lund, his wife’s body arched in pleasure, the forbidden scene right in front of him.
I pulled the sheet little, but didn’t cover fully, part shock, part something else. Aditya froze too, mouth still on my breast.
Rakesh’s face changed slow, shock, anger flashing, then something darker. His eyes fixed on where my hand was, on Aditya’s hardness. He took one step back, hand on the door, then stopped.
He didn’t leave. Didn’t call us names.
He just closed the door quiet from outside, like he was in a dream.
I heard his footsteps go back upstairs, slow.
My body was trembling, fear, shame, but also a strange new heat. What will he do tomorrow? Confront? Leave? Or… watch again?
Aditya looked at me, scared but still hard.
I pulled him close, whispering, “Shh beta… it’s okay. Maa will handle.”
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