20-12-2025, 04:16 AM
Scene 10
Monday morning Rakesh left for office without saying much, just one tight hug and that long look, like he still loves me but is keeping an eye on everything. Door closed, and the whole house became so quiet. I told myself hundred times: bas, Sunita, no more. Keep the promise you gave your husband. Be a good wife, good mother.
But my body was not listening at all. It was still vibrating from yesterday, from Aditya’s fingers deep inside me in the kitchen, from the way he claimed me while Rakesh was out. I was folding laundry in the living room, wearing one simple cotton saree, thin one, sticking to my body because of the Heat, blouse also little loose after so many washes. No bra again. My nipples were rubbing on the cloth every time I moved, keeping me half-hot already.
Aditya came down without noise at first, but the moment he saw me bending to pick up clothes, that naughty shine came in his eyes. He didn’t waste even one second. Came straight, put his strong arms around my waist from back, pulled me hard-hard against him. I felt his lund, already half standing, pressing on my gaand.
“Naughty boy! Who does that to their own Maa? You are too grown up for these games, beta,” I scolded, but my voice came out all breathy, almost like I was laughing inside, my hands resting on his arms instead of pushing.
He didn’t say anything. Just slid one hand up slow-slow, cupped my breast tight, thumb rubbing my nipple till it became hard like stone. The other hand went to my neck, turned my face, and started kissing below my ear, hot-hot, wet kisses.
“Aaahhhh… Adi… No… We discussed this na, we’re not doing that anymore… You’re big now,” I whispered, but my body pressed back into him, saree pallu slipped from my shoulder on its own.
His mouth came down to the top of my blouse, kissing the open skin, then biting soft-soft. “Stop it, Adi! I don’t produce any milk, not till you make me pregnant,” I gasped, the words came out much dirtier than I thought, my chut tightened just imagining it.
He made a low sound against my skin, hand pressing my breast harder. “You’re getting so dirty today. Where did you learn all this talk?” I tried to sound surprised, but it came like teasing only, my hips already moving small on his growing lund.
Suddenly he turned me around fast, pushed me back against the living room wall, soft but strong, caught both my wrists above my head with one hand. His young body pressed completely on mine, lund now fully hard through his shorts, rubbing slow-slow on my tummy below.
“Aah! Adi, you are too strong! Stop pressing me against the wall like this!”
He left my wrists only to put both hands down, grabbed my hips tight, lifted me little so I felt him exactly on my wet place. My legs opened on their own, saree went up my thighs.
I looked in his eyes, dark-dark, full of hunger, no shame at all, and something inside me just melted. “My Adi… Whatever you say goes now… I belong to you now,” I said, my fingers going into his hair, pulling him near.
He smiled big, like he won everything. “I trust your father. But you, Adi… you are a real devil,” I added, but my arms went around his neck tight.
His mouth went straight to my blouse again, sucking the cloth on my nipple till it became all wet and see-through. “Get lost, naughty… You can’t drink from me whenever you like…you are a very big baby now…”
He didn’t listen, of course. Pulled my blouse open slow-slow, buttons popping one, my bare breasts came out in the cool air. His hands went everywhere, pressing, pinching, feeling, like he was checking what is his property.
“What are you doing… You are too much!” I moaned, half laughing, half crying from want, thinking how father and son both are making me mad in the same house, same places.
His fingers slipped under my saree, under my panty, found my dripping chut, went inside easy-easy because I was flowing.
“Naughty, who touches their mom there… Tell me… Show me your hands, Adi!”
He pulled his fingers out slow-slow, shining with my juice, brought them near my mouth. I opened without thinking, sucked them clean, tasting myself while looking straight in his eyes. He made a deep sound, pressed even harder on me.
We didn’t do full thing, not yet. But the wall, the teasing, the playful scolding that only made him more bold, the way my body answered every touch, it was pure aag. Saree bunched at my waist, blouse hanging open, his lund out and hot on my thigh, leaking little on my skin.
I was completely lost in my naughty, grown up beta, playful, strong, matching every shameless desire I kept hidden for years. And God forgive me, I didn’t want it to stop. Ever.
Monday morning Rakesh left for office without saying much, just one tight hug and that long look, like he still loves me but is keeping an eye on everything. Door closed, and the whole house became so quiet. I told myself hundred times: bas, Sunita, no more. Keep the promise you gave your husband. Be a good wife, good mother.
But my body was not listening at all. It was still vibrating from yesterday, from Aditya’s fingers deep inside me in the kitchen, from the way he claimed me while Rakesh was out. I was folding laundry in the living room, wearing one simple cotton saree, thin one, sticking to my body because of the Heat, blouse also little loose after so many washes. No bra again. My nipples were rubbing on the cloth every time I moved, keeping me half-hot already.
Aditya came down without noise at first, but the moment he saw me bending to pick up clothes, that naughty shine came in his eyes. He didn’t waste even one second. Came straight, put his strong arms around my waist from back, pulled me hard-hard against him. I felt his lund, already half standing, pressing on my gaand.
“Naughty boy! Who does that to their own Maa? You are too grown up for these games, beta,” I scolded, but my voice came out all breathy, almost like I was laughing inside, my hands resting on his arms instead of pushing.
He didn’t say anything. Just slid one hand up slow-slow, cupped my breast tight, thumb rubbing my nipple till it became hard like stone. The other hand went to my neck, turned my face, and started kissing below my ear, hot-hot, wet kisses.
“Aaahhhh… Adi… No… We discussed this na, we’re not doing that anymore… You’re big now,” I whispered, but my body pressed back into him, saree pallu slipped from my shoulder on its own.
His mouth came down to the top of my blouse, kissing the open skin, then biting soft-soft. “Stop it, Adi! I don’t produce any milk, not till you make me pregnant,” I gasped, the words came out much dirtier than I thought, my chut tightened just imagining it.
He made a low sound against my skin, hand pressing my breast harder. “You’re getting so dirty today. Where did you learn all this talk?” I tried to sound surprised, but it came like teasing only, my hips already moving small on his growing lund.
Suddenly he turned me around fast, pushed me back against the living room wall, soft but strong, caught both my wrists above my head with one hand. His young body pressed completely on mine, lund now fully hard through his shorts, rubbing slow-slow on my tummy below.
“Aah! Adi, you are too strong! Stop pressing me against the wall like this!”
He left my wrists only to put both hands down, grabbed my hips tight, lifted me little so I felt him exactly on my wet place. My legs opened on their own, saree went up my thighs.
I looked in his eyes, dark-dark, full of hunger, no shame at all, and something inside me just melted. “My Adi… Whatever you say goes now… I belong to you now,” I said, my fingers going into his hair, pulling him near.
He smiled big, like he won everything. “I trust your father. But you, Adi… you are a real devil,” I added, but my arms went around his neck tight.
His mouth went straight to my blouse again, sucking the cloth on my nipple till it became all wet and see-through. “Get lost, naughty… You can’t drink from me whenever you like…you are a very big baby now…”
He didn’t listen, of course. Pulled my blouse open slow-slow, buttons popping one, my bare breasts came out in the cool air. His hands went everywhere, pressing, pinching, feeling, like he was checking what is his property.
“What are you doing… You are too much!” I moaned, half laughing, half crying from want, thinking how father and son both are making me mad in the same house, same places.
His fingers slipped under my saree, under my panty, found my dripping chut, went inside easy-easy because I was flowing.
“Naughty, who touches their mom there… Tell me… Show me your hands, Adi!”
He pulled his fingers out slow-slow, shining with my juice, brought them near my mouth. I opened without thinking, sucked them clean, tasting myself while looking straight in his eyes. He made a deep sound, pressed even harder on me.
We didn’t do full thing, not yet. But the wall, the teasing, the playful scolding that only made him more bold, the way my body answered every touch, it was pure aag. Saree bunched at my waist, blouse hanging open, his lund out and hot on my thigh, leaking little on my skin.
I was completely lost in my naughty, grown up beta, playful, strong, matching every shameless desire I kept hidden for years. And God forgive me, I didn’t want it to stop. Ever.
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