10-01-2026, 12:40 AM
Part 12
The days after the first exam settled into a careful routine, but the undercurrent ran stronger than ever.
Karthik woke early, studied late, ate whatever Indhu placed in front of him without complaint. He was driven fiercely, quietly driven. Every correct answer in a practice paper, every chapter mastered, was for her. To make her proud. To fix the failure. To prove he was worthy of the love she gave him without question.
From his view, he was doing everything for Indhu.
But Indhu felt him slipping away.
He came home straight from exam halls now, but the hugs were shorter, the stories about the paper briefer. He smiled, thanked her for lunch packs, kissed her cheek quickly before running to books. Evenings with Anu became regular “group study,” he called it, but it was always just the two of them.
Indhu noticed every change.
The way he no longer lingered in the kitchen watching her cook.
The way his compliments stopped “you look beautiful” became a rare, rushed thing.
The way he didn't rest his head on her shoulder during movies anymore.
She told herself it was exams. Focus. Normal.
But the hurt grew.
She wore the clothes he had chosen the shimmer leggings when Rajan was away, the soft tops that hugged her breasts, the skirts that swished against her thighs hoping for the old light in his eyes.
Sometimes she caught it a quick glance at her legs, her hips, her lips then he would look away fast, face tight, like he was angry at himself.
It confused her more.
Is he pulling away because of me?
Because of what he feels?
Or because of Anu?
The jealousy was a quiet poison now, dripping slow.
Anu was perfect young, brilliant, in love with him for years. She pushed him to study, believed in his dreams. Indhu should be grateful.
But every time he said “Anu helped with this chapter” or came home late smelling faintly of another girl's perfume, Indhu's heart twisted.
He's mine.
The thought came fierce and shameful.
Before each exam, Karthik came to her for blessing.
He would stand in front of her in his uniform, palms together, eyes shy.
“Amma… lucky charm.”
The first time after the distance began, she hesitated then pulled him into a tight hug, arms around his shoulders, breasts pressed to his chest, lips brushing both cheeks slow and warm.
“For luck, kanna.”
He buried his face in her neck for a second, breathing her in, cock stirring hard against his pants. Guilt hit instantly, but so did the rush her softness, her scent, her love.
He did well that day.
So it became ritual.
Before every exam he asked for the hug and kisses.
Indhu gave them gladly heart swelling with pride and something deeper. The feel of his young body against hers, strong arms around her waist, his cheek warm under her lips. Her pussy throbbed every time, nipples hardening, wetness soaking her panties. She told herself it was just love. Maternal.
But the hurt stayed.
He's doing this for me.
But he's spending all his time with her.
Anu's possessiveness grew too.
She wore her best clothes for study sessions tight leggings that hugged her slim ass, cropped tops showing a strip of smooth stomach, perfume that lingered. She touched his arm when explaining, leaned close so her breast brushed his shoulder, laughed at his jokes with her head tilted, hair falling forward.
Karthik noticed he was a guy, after all. The view was nice. Her body was young, tight, pretty. When she bent over books, he caught the curve of her ass, the way her top rode up. His cock stirred sometimes, normal guy reaction.
But no more.
No butterflies. No racing heart. No craving to touch, to hold, to keep.
He teased her back now playful, light. “Stop flirting, Anu. Focus on studies.”
She would pout, then laugh, thinking it was progress.
He enjoyed the attention, but it felt… flat.
One evening after a long session, walking home alone, he thought about it.
Anu in front of me gorgeous, sexy, brilliant, ready to do anything for me.
Why don't I feel anything?
Why no excitement? No need to pull her close?
Then he thought of Amma cooking in the kitchen, skirt swishing, loose hair catching the light, the soft curve of her breast when she leaned over.
His cock hardened instantly, aching against his pants.
Alive.
Happy.
Excited for every move she makes.
Guilt flooded in, cold and sharp.
This is wrong.
She's my mother.
I can't want her like this.
But I do.
He promised himself: Win the exams. Score high. Make her proud.
Then deal with this confusion.
Find a solution.
There was one exam left.
He studied harder, driven by love and guilt and the need to be worthy.
Indhu watched from the edges pride swelling every time he asked for his “lucky charm” hug, hurt deepening every time he left for Anu's house.
The love built quietly, steadily, on both sides.
Taboo.
Unspoken.
Unstoppable.
One exam left, mother and son circling closer and farther at the same time, the fire burning hotter in the silence between them.
Indhu woke to the soft hum of the AC, the room bathed in the gentle glow of early morning light filtering through the thin curtains. Her body felt heavy, relaxed from sleep, but her mind was already racing ahead to the day. It was the last exam. The end of the public exams that had consumed Karthik for weeks. Rajan was out of town on a work trip, so the house felt lighter, freer. She glanced at the clock 6:15 AM and decided today would be different. No old nightie. She wanted to feel good, to make him feel good.
She slipped from the bed quietly, careful not to wake Leka or Karthik, and went to the wardrobe-room. The mirror showed her reflection 36, but looking 25 in the right light. Her breasts full and firm, nipples dark against fair skin, waist narrow, hips wide and soft. Between her thighs, the neat trimmed patch, pussy lips smooth and pink from yesterday's care. She felt a faint throb there already, just from the thought of the day ahead.
She chose the knee-length black skirt with tiny pleats the one Karthik had picked for her, safe but flirty when Rajan wasn't around. Paired it with the charcoal off-shoulder top, the fabric soft against her shoulders, dipping just low enough to show the tops of her breasts. No bra today too hot, and the top was thick enough. Her nipples hardened at the freedom, pressing against the cotton. She slipped on simple panties beige, worn, but clean. Hair loose, a touch of kajal and lipstick. She looked at herself and felt beautiful. For him.
Why for him? The question came unbidden, a stab of guilt. He's your son. Not your… lover. But the craving was there, deep and undeniable. She pushed it down, like always.
In the kitchen, she started the coffee, the rich aroma filling the house. The routine grounded her boil milk, crush ginger, add elaichi. But her mind wandered.
What if today he notices? Really notices.
What if he hugs me again like yesterday… and I feel him. Hard. Against me.
Her pussy clenched at the thought, wetness starting already. Wrong. So wrong. But I can't stop wanting it.
She carried the coffee to the bedroom.
Karthik was stirring, eyes opening slow and sleepy. He saw her and sat up, rubbing his face. “Amma…”
She smiled, handed him the glass. “Last exam, kanna. Blessing time.”
He stood, palms together, bent to touch her feet.
Indhu's heart swelled. She caught his shoulders, pulled him up, and wrapped her arms around him tight. His chest pressed to her breasts, her nipples hardening instantly against him through the thin top. His arms came around her waist, strong and sure, pulling her closer until there was no space left. His face buried in her neck, breath warm on her skin.
She held him like that long, longer than usual, feeling the tension drain from his body. The mental load he carried the exams, the failure, the guilt seemed to release in that embrace.
Indhu felt it all the way his heart raced against hers, the subtle shift of his hips as he pressed closer. Then she felt it his cock, hardening against her abdomen, thick and insistent through his shorts.
Her breath caught. Heat flooded her pussy, wetness soaking her panties instantly. Her nipples ached, breasts heavy against him. She should pull back. Should stop. But she didn't. She held him tighter, petting his head, fingers threading through his hair.
It's okay, kanna. Let it go.
Wrong. So wrong.
He's your son. This is sin. What if Leka sees? What if Rajan knows? Society would destroy us. God would punish.
But the love was stronger. The attraction uncontrollable. She felt alive in his arms wanted, needed, cherished.
A soft throat-clearing from the side shattered the moment.
Leka stood in the doorway, eyes wide, staring.
They separated quickly Indhu stepping back, skirt swishing, cheeks flushed; Karthik turning away, adjusting his shorts discreetly to hide the bulge.
Indhu recovered first, voice light but shaky. “Leka mol! Good morning. Coffee for you too.”
Leka's eyes narrowed, still on the way they had been holding each other. Too close. Too long. What was that?
Indhu diverted fast. “Kanna, do you have long leaves next week? After exams, if Karthik has some rest days, we can go to Coimbatore. To grandma's house. Relax a little.”
Leka's annoyance shifted. “After this exam? If he fails again?”
Indhu smiled, ignoring the barb. “He won't fail. What do you say?”
Leka shrugged, anger fading. “Fine. But I'm coming too.”
Indhu nodded, relieved. The moment passed.
Karthik left for the exam soon after quick hug (shorter this time, careful not to press too close), whispered “I'll do well, Amma,” and gone.
Indhu stood at the door, watching him go, heart full of pride and worry and that low, forbidden ache.
Leka left for college minutes later, still a little quiet from the morning.
Indhu was alone.
She went to the wardrobe-room, stripped off the skirt and top, and looked at herself in the mirror breasts heavy, nipples still hard from the hug, pussy lips swollen under the panties.
She pulled them down. The crotch was soaked, slick with her wetness.
The feel of his cock against her abdomen hard, thick, real replayed in her mind.
She had felt it. Wanted it. Held him closer instead of pulling away.
Her pussy throbbed again. She touched herself fingers sliding through the wetness, circling her clit slowly.
Guilt crashed in.
He's your son.
You can't want his cock. Can't imagine it inside you.
But the image came anyway: Karthik above her, young body strong, cock sliding into her wet pussy, filling her, making her moan.
She came fast, knees buckling, hand over her mouth to stifle the gasp.
Shame followed hot, burning.
She peed in washroom, washed off the wetness with cold water, changed panties fresh, dry, boring.
The morning was over.
But the questions weren't.
Indhu in the kitchen again, hands busy with chores, body still humming from the release, mind tangled in love and guilt and the moral questions she couldn't answer.
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Indhu couldn't sit still.
The house was empty Leka at college, Karthik writing his last exam, Rajan away. The quiet pressed in, heavy with thoughts she couldn't escape.
She needed air. Needed someone to talk to.
She called Varsha while eating lunch alone simple curd rice, the coolness doing nothing for the heat in her chest.
“Varsha… I'm disturbed. I need peace. Can we go somewhere?”
Varsha's voice was immediate. “Temple? The Murugan one on the hill road. Powerful. One hour drive. I'll pick you up in twenty minutes.”
Indhu agreed, hung up, and went to change.
She chose a simple green cotton saree nothing bold, but it dbangd softly over her curves, the pallu falling just right. Hair tied in a loose bun, small bindi, no lipstick today. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt the familiar twist beautiful, but for who?
Varsha arrived in her little red car, honking once. Indhu locked the house and climbed in.
The drive was pleasant windows down, warm wind in their hair, radio playing old Ilaiyaraaja songs. They talked about nothing at first Varsha's new customer, a difficult blouse stitch, the price of onions.
At the temple they parked, climbed the steps slowly, the stone warm under bare feet after removing sandals. The main shrine was quiet mid-week only a few devotees, the priest chanting softly.
They prayed side by side, hands pressed together, eyes closed.
Indhu's prayer was simple, desperate:
Give him success.
Give me peace.
Take these feelings away if they're wrong.
They took prasad sweet pongal in leaf cups and found a shaded spot on the stone floor near a pillar, backs against cool granite, legs stretched out.
For a while they just sat, watching people come and go, the bell ringing gently.
Varsha broke the silence. “Tell me. What's eating you?”
Indhu's voice was small. “Karthik.”
Varsha waited.
“He's studying well now. For me. But… he's close with Anu. Very close. Study sessions every day. Late nights.”
Varsha's eyes softened. “And?”
Indhu looked down, tears threatening. “I'm jealous, Varsha. I hate it. I should be happy he needs a girl like her. Smart, pretty, good family. She loves him. But when he talks about her… it hurts. Like I'm losing him.”
Varsha studied her friend the beautiful face tight with pain, the saree clinging softly to her body, the loose strands of hair catching the light.
She took a breath. Time to push.
“Can I ask something openly? Promise you won't mind?”
Indhu nodded, wary.
Varsha's voice was gentle but direct. “Are you attracted to him? Do you have feelings for Karthik… more than a mother should?”
Indhu froze.
Silence stretched, thick and heavy.
Tears spilled over without warning.
Varsha moved closer, wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Indhu sobbed quietly, face in her hands. “I'm confused, Varsha. It's killing me. This is wrong. Sin. But I can't control it.”
Varsha held her, stroking her back. “It's okay. I understand. I won't think bad of you.”
Indhu's voice broke. “I'm the worst mother. Feeling like this for my own son. Turning the purest love into… this.”
Varsha pulled back, cupped Indhu's wet face. “Listen to me. It's not bad. The feeling is true. Don't punish yourself for it.”
Indhu shook her head. “How can you say that? It's sin. Against everything.”
Varsha's voice stayed soft. “What happened in your life wasn't fair, Indhu. Married at sixteen, forced, no choice, no happiness for thirty-six years. Compared to that pain… this feeling? It's not the worst thing.”
Indhu looked at her, shocked.
Varsha continued. “If I was you if I had a son who looked at me like Karthik looks at you I'd feel the same. Maybe worse.”
Indhu whispered, “But he's a kid. He needs a girl like Anu.”
Varsha smiled sadly. “Why only a girl? Why not you both? And I know he feels it too.”
Indhu's eyes widened. “How?”
Varsha hesitated, then decided not yet. “A woman knows. The way he looks at you. The way he chose clothes for your body. The way he fought his father for you. It's not just a son's love.”
Indhu was quiet, tears drying on her cheeks.
Varsha went back to eating her pongal. “I knew from the start you were falling. I'm surprised it hasn't gone further.”
Indhu whispered, “This morning… we hugged too long. Leka saw. And I… felt him. Against me.”
Varsha's eyes sparkled, but she kept her voice gentle. “That's all?”
Indhu nodded, ashamed.
Varsha laughed softly. “That's nothing. Leka won't think wrong. She's just jealous of the attention.”
They finished the prasad.
Varsha stood, brushed off her salwar. “Come. Back to the shop.”
Indhu followed, mind still spinning.
At the boutique, Indhu helped with small chores while Varsha stitched.
But the words stayed.
It's not bad.
The feeling is true.
Indhu didn't know if she believed it.
But for the first time, she didn't feel completely alone with it.
Indhu in Varsha's shop, heart heavy with confession and the first fragile threads of acceptance, the taboo love still burning quiet but undeniable.
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Indhu sat on the high stool in Varsha's boutique, legs crossed under the green saree, hands folded in her lap, but her mind was far from still. The temple peace had lasted only minutes. The questions came rushing back stronger, louder, impossible to ignore.
Varsha finished pinning a hem on a customer's blouse, sent the woman to the trial room, then turned to Indhu with that familiar mischievous glint.
“So… how was the morning hug?” she asked, voice low and teasing. “That ‘lucky charm' one. Did you feel anything… special?”
Indhu's cheeks flamed instantly. “Varsha!”
Varsha leaned on the counter, grinning. “Come on. Is he packing or what? Big boy now, ha?”
Indhu glared, but the blush deepened, spreading down her neck. “Stop it! He's my son.”
Varsha laughed. “Exactly. Your son. With a working dick. And from what you said, it was working this morning. Pressed right against your belly. Tell me thick? Long? Did it feel good?”
Indhu's anger flared, but underneath it was something else heat, memory, the throb between her legs returning full force. She remembered the hardness solid, hot, unmistakable pushing into her abdomen through his shorts. Her pussy had soaked her panties in seconds. Her nipples had ached. She had held him tighter instead of pulling away.
She looked away, voice shaky. “I… I relieved the stress after he left.”
Varsha's eyes widened, then she burst out laughing. “You? Miss ‘self-pleasure is not my thing'? You swore you never touched yourself, even when Rajan was useless in bed. I suggested toys years ago you said ‘I can control.' And today you fingered yourself thinking of your son's dick?”
Indhu's face burned scarlet. She covered it with her hands. “I don't know what came over me. It just… happened.”
Varsha moved closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Good. About time. Your pussy deserved it.”
Indhu peeked through her fingers, half-angry, half-relieved to say it out loud.
Then, suddenly, she remembered Varsha's earlier words at the temple.
“Wait,” she said, voice small. “In temple you said… ‘why only Anu, why not both.' What did you mean?”
Varsha paused, measuring coffee for the next customer but eyes on Indhu.
She had been waiting for this.
She set the spoon down, leaned in close.
“Let's say you and Karthik finally accept this feeling. You embrace it. Start doing… everything.”
Indhu's breath caught. Everything. Mouths, hands, bodies joined. Her pussy clenched hard at the image.
Varsha continued, voice calm but deliberate. “You can't marry him. Society won't allow. One day he has to marry someone have a normal life, kids, all that. Anu is perfect for that. Smart, pretty, loves him already. He can marry her.”
Indhu's heart bled at the thought Karthik with Anu, in bed with Anu, Anu carrying his children.
“But until then,” Varsha said softly, “you two can have your time. Fun. Love. Whatever you need. Just make sure he doesn't get fully addicted to you. If he does if no other woman ever feels right he won't marry, won't look elsewhere. Then you're both in trouble.”
Indhu stared, mind racing everywhere.
Karthik marrying Anu her heart screamed no.
But I can't marry him. He's my son.
Why can't I let him go?
The thought of them together him inside Anu, kissing Anu, loving Anu felt like dying.
But the thought of her and Karthik finally accepting it kissing, touching, him inside her, filling her, making her moan made her wet instantly, panties soaking again.
She couldn't accept it.
Couldn't embrace it.
Couldn't deny it.
“I won't cross lines,” she whispered. “I won't spoil his life.”
Varsha smiled sadly. “You say that now. But you fingered yourself today thinking of him. There's no going back, Indhu. The fire's lit.”
Indhu looked down, tears stinging again. “I'll control it. He's just infatuated. He'll get over it. I'll start working with you get busy, distracted.”
Varsha nodded, but her eyes said she didn't believe it.
The customer returned with the pinned blouse. Varsha turned back to work.
Indhu sat in silence, the war inside her louder than ever.
Love.
Guilt.
Desire.
Fear.
And the slow, terrifying knowledge that control was slipping through her fingers like sand.
Indhu in the boutique, heart torn between acceptance and denial, the forbidden love burning brighter with every breath.
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The last exam ended at noon.
Karthik handed in his sheet with a quiet confidence he hadn't felt in months. The questions had flowed; the answers had come clear and sharp. He walked out of the exam hall into the bright sunlight feeling lighter than he had in weeks.
This one was his best. He knew it.
He crossed the college ground slowly, bat and ball forgotten today, mind drifting back to the morning.
The hug.
Amma pulling him close before he could touch her feet, arms tight around his shoulders, breasts soft and warm against his chest. Her lips on his cheeks slow, lingering, like she didn't want to let go.
And when his cock had hardened fast, uncontrollable, pressing against her abdomen through his uniform pants she hadn't pulled away. Hadn't scolded. Had held him tighter, fingers in his hair, body melting into his.
He had tried to shift back, hide it, guilt burning his face.
But she had kept him there.
Did she feel it?
Did she know?
Did she… want it?
The thought made his cock twitch again now, walking alone on the ground. He adjusted his bag in front of him, cheeks warm.
He shook his head hard.
Focus.
I wrote well because of her. For her.
To prove I'm worthy.
Anu appeared suddenly in front of him, blocking his path.
She looked different eyes red, lips trembling, uniform neat but face worried.
“Karthik…”
He stopped. “What happened?”
She bit her lip, eyes filling fast. “Our college life is over. Can you believe it? Last exam. After this… will we even meet again?”
Tears spilled over.
Karthik's heart twisted. He stepped closer without thinking, took both her hands in his. “Anu, don't be emotional. We're just two streets away. And remember we'll get into the same medical college. For sure.”
She looked up, tears clinging to her lashes. “Did you really do well? I'm depending on your marks. If you don't make it… I won't join either. I can't leave you.”
Her voice broke. She stepped forward and hugged him tight, face buried in his chest, arms around his waist.
Karthik froze.
The memories flooded him sixth standard, Anu joining mid-year, shy and brilliant, sitting next to him because the teacher said “help the new girl.”
Years of her helping him instead notes, explanations, pushing him when he slacked.
The proposal last year he had rejected her gently, said he saw her as a friend, a sister. She had cried, but never left. Never hated. Just stayed, loving him quietly, fiercely.
Past month especially she had sacrificed her own study time to drill him, make him revise, believe in him.
He couldn't push her away now.
His arms came around her slowly, holding her as she sobbed softly against his shirt.
I hurt her more than anyone.
Rejected her, insulted her love sometimes in frustration.
But she never left.
His mind compared Anu in his arms now: comfort, friendship, trust, respect. Safe. Familiar.
Morning with Amma: fire. Need. Something that made his blood rush and his cock ache.
Why Anu feels like a sister… and Amma feels like…
He stopped the thought, guilt crashing in.
Anu pulled back slightly, looked up at him eyes red, lips trembling, face close.
“I'll always be yours,” she whispered.
Then she rose on her toes and pressed her lips to his.
Soft. Warm. Quick but real.
Karthik froze completely.
No response. No pull back. No push forward.
She kissed him for three seconds, then pulled away, face flaming, and ran straight to her scooty, starting it with shaking hands, driving off without looking back.
He stood there, lips tingling, eyes watering without permission.
Why am I crying?
For Anu's love? For hurting her again?
Or because it felt like cheating?
Cheating on Amma.
The thought was insane. Wrong. Taboo.
But it was there.
His phone rang loud, jarring.
He answered without looking, voice rough.
Karthik alone on the empty college ground, lips still warm from a kiss he didn't want, heart torn between the girl who loved him openly and the woman he couldn't stop wanting, the confusion deeper than ever.
The days after the first exam settled into a careful routine, but the undercurrent ran stronger than ever.
Karthik woke early, studied late, ate whatever Indhu placed in front of him without complaint. He was driven fiercely, quietly driven. Every correct answer in a practice paper, every chapter mastered, was for her. To make her proud. To fix the failure. To prove he was worthy of the love she gave him without question.
From his view, he was doing everything for Indhu.
But Indhu felt him slipping away.
He came home straight from exam halls now, but the hugs were shorter, the stories about the paper briefer. He smiled, thanked her for lunch packs, kissed her cheek quickly before running to books. Evenings with Anu became regular “group study,” he called it, but it was always just the two of them.
Indhu noticed every change.
The way he no longer lingered in the kitchen watching her cook.
The way his compliments stopped “you look beautiful” became a rare, rushed thing.
The way he didn't rest his head on her shoulder during movies anymore.
She told herself it was exams. Focus. Normal.
But the hurt grew.
She wore the clothes he had chosen the shimmer leggings when Rajan was away, the soft tops that hugged her breasts, the skirts that swished against her thighs hoping for the old light in his eyes.
Sometimes she caught it a quick glance at her legs, her hips, her lips then he would look away fast, face tight, like he was angry at himself.
It confused her more.
Is he pulling away because of me?
Because of what he feels?
Or because of Anu?
The jealousy was a quiet poison now, dripping slow.
Anu was perfect young, brilliant, in love with him for years. She pushed him to study, believed in his dreams. Indhu should be grateful.
But every time he said “Anu helped with this chapter” or came home late smelling faintly of another girl's perfume, Indhu's heart twisted.
He's mine.
The thought came fierce and shameful.
Before each exam, Karthik came to her for blessing.
He would stand in front of her in his uniform, palms together, eyes shy.
“Amma… lucky charm.”
The first time after the distance began, she hesitated then pulled him into a tight hug, arms around his shoulders, breasts pressed to his chest, lips brushing both cheeks slow and warm.
“For luck, kanna.”
He buried his face in her neck for a second, breathing her in, cock stirring hard against his pants. Guilt hit instantly, but so did the rush her softness, her scent, her love.
He did well that day.
So it became ritual.
Before every exam he asked for the hug and kisses.
Indhu gave them gladly heart swelling with pride and something deeper. The feel of his young body against hers, strong arms around her waist, his cheek warm under her lips. Her pussy throbbed every time, nipples hardening, wetness soaking her panties. She told herself it was just love. Maternal.
But the hurt stayed.
He's doing this for me.
But he's spending all his time with her.
Anu's possessiveness grew too.
She wore her best clothes for study sessions tight leggings that hugged her slim ass, cropped tops showing a strip of smooth stomach, perfume that lingered. She touched his arm when explaining, leaned close so her breast brushed his shoulder, laughed at his jokes with her head tilted, hair falling forward.
Karthik noticed he was a guy, after all. The view was nice. Her body was young, tight, pretty. When she bent over books, he caught the curve of her ass, the way her top rode up. His cock stirred sometimes, normal guy reaction.
But no more.
No butterflies. No racing heart. No craving to touch, to hold, to keep.
He teased her back now playful, light. “Stop flirting, Anu. Focus on studies.”
She would pout, then laugh, thinking it was progress.
He enjoyed the attention, but it felt… flat.
One evening after a long session, walking home alone, he thought about it.
Anu in front of me gorgeous, sexy, brilliant, ready to do anything for me.
Why don't I feel anything?
Why no excitement? No need to pull her close?
Then he thought of Amma cooking in the kitchen, skirt swishing, loose hair catching the light, the soft curve of her breast when she leaned over.
His cock hardened instantly, aching against his pants.
Alive.
Happy.
Excited for every move she makes.
Guilt flooded in, cold and sharp.
This is wrong.
She's my mother.
I can't want her like this.
But I do.
He promised himself: Win the exams. Score high. Make her proud.
Then deal with this confusion.
Find a solution.
There was one exam left.
He studied harder, driven by love and guilt and the need to be worthy.
Indhu watched from the edges pride swelling every time he asked for his “lucky charm” hug, hurt deepening every time he left for Anu's house.
The love built quietly, steadily, on both sides.
Taboo.
Unspoken.
Unstoppable.
One exam left, mother and son circling closer and farther at the same time, the fire burning hotter in the silence between them.
Indhu woke to the soft hum of the AC, the room bathed in the gentle glow of early morning light filtering through the thin curtains. Her body felt heavy, relaxed from sleep, but her mind was already racing ahead to the day. It was the last exam. The end of the public exams that had consumed Karthik for weeks. Rajan was out of town on a work trip, so the house felt lighter, freer. She glanced at the clock 6:15 AM and decided today would be different. No old nightie. She wanted to feel good, to make him feel good.
She slipped from the bed quietly, careful not to wake Leka or Karthik, and went to the wardrobe-room. The mirror showed her reflection 36, but looking 25 in the right light. Her breasts full and firm, nipples dark against fair skin, waist narrow, hips wide and soft. Between her thighs, the neat trimmed patch, pussy lips smooth and pink from yesterday's care. She felt a faint throb there already, just from the thought of the day ahead.
She chose the knee-length black skirt with tiny pleats the one Karthik had picked for her, safe but flirty when Rajan wasn't around. Paired it with the charcoal off-shoulder top, the fabric soft against her shoulders, dipping just low enough to show the tops of her breasts. No bra today too hot, and the top was thick enough. Her nipples hardened at the freedom, pressing against the cotton. She slipped on simple panties beige, worn, but clean. Hair loose, a touch of kajal and lipstick. She looked at herself and felt beautiful. For him.
Why for him? The question came unbidden, a stab of guilt. He's your son. Not your… lover. But the craving was there, deep and undeniable. She pushed it down, like always.
In the kitchen, she started the coffee, the rich aroma filling the house. The routine grounded her boil milk, crush ginger, add elaichi. But her mind wandered.
What if today he notices? Really notices.
What if he hugs me again like yesterday… and I feel him. Hard. Against me.
Her pussy clenched at the thought, wetness starting already. Wrong. So wrong. But I can't stop wanting it.
She carried the coffee to the bedroom.
Karthik was stirring, eyes opening slow and sleepy. He saw her and sat up, rubbing his face. “Amma…”
She smiled, handed him the glass. “Last exam, kanna. Blessing time.”
He stood, palms together, bent to touch her feet.
Indhu's heart swelled. She caught his shoulders, pulled him up, and wrapped her arms around him tight. His chest pressed to her breasts, her nipples hardening instantly against him through the thin top. His arms came around her waist, strong and sure, pulling her closer until there was no space left. His face buried in her neck, breath warm on her skin.
She held him like that long, longer than usual, feeling the tension drain from his body. The mental load he carried the exams, the failure, the guilt seemed to release in that embrace.
Indhu felt it all the way his heart raced against hers, the subtle shift of his hips as he pressed closer. Then she felt it his cock, hardening against her abdomen, thick and insistent through his shorts.
Her breath caught. Heat flooded her pussy, wetness soaking her panties instantly. Her nipples ached, breasts heavy against him. She should pull back. Should stop. But she didn't. She held him tighter, petting his head, fingers threading through his hair.
It's okay, kanna. Let it go.
Wrong. So wrong.
He's your son. This is sin. What if Leka sees? What if Rajan knows? Society would destroy us. God would punish.
But the love was stronger. The attraction uncontrollable. She felt alive in his arms wanted, needed, cherished.
A soft throat-clearing from the side shattered the moment.
Leka stood in the doorway, eyes wide, staring.
They separated quickly Indhu stepping back, skirt swishing, cheeks flushed; Karthik turning away, adjusting his shorts discreetly to hide the bulge.
Indhu recovered first, voice light but shaky. “Leka mol! Good morning. Coffee for you too.”
Leka's eyes narrowed, still on the way they had been holding each other. Too close. Too long. What was that?
Indhu diverted fast. “Kanna, do you have long leaves next week? After exams, if Karthik has some rest days, we can go to Coimbatore. To grandma's house. Relax a little.”
Leka's annoyance shifted. “After this exam? If he fails again?”
Indhu smiled, ignoring the barb. “He won't fail. What do you say?”
Leka shrugged, anger fading. “Fine. But I'm coming too.”
Indhu nodded, relieved. The moment passed.
Karthik left for the exam soon after quick hug (shorter this time, careful not to press too close), whispered “I'll do well, Amma,” and gone.
Indhu stood at the door, watching him go, heart full of pride and worry and that low, forbidden ache.
Leka left for college minutes later, still a little quiet from the morning.
Indhu was alone.
She went to the wardrobe-room, stripped off the skirt and top, and looked at herself in the mirror breasts heavy, nipples still hard from the hug, pussy lips swollen under the panties.
She pulled them down. The crotch was soaked, slick with her wetness.
The feel of his cock against her abdomen hard, thick, real replayed in her mind.
She had felt it. Wanted it. Held him closer instead of pulling away.
Her pussy throbbed again. She touched herself fingers sliding through the wetness, circling her clit slowly.
Guilt crashed in.
He's your son.
You can't want his cock. Can't imagine it inside you.
But the image came anyway: Karthik above her, young body strong, cock sliding into her wet pussy, filling her, making her moan.
She came fast, knees buckling, hand over her mouth to stifle the gasp.
Shame followed hot, burning.
She peed in washroom, washed off the wetness with cold water, changed panties fresh, dry, boring.
The morning was over.
But the questions weren't.
Indhu in the kitchen again, hands busy with chores, body still humming from the release, mind tangled in love and guilt and the moral questions she couldn't answer.
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Indhu couldn't sit still.
The house was empty Leka at college, Karthik writing his last exam, Rajan away. The quiet pressed in, heavy with thoughts she couldn't escape.
She needed air. Needed someone to talk to.
She called Varsha while eating lunch alone simple curd rice, the coolness doing nothing for the heat in her chest.
“Varsha… I'm disturbed. I need peace. Can we go somewhere?”
Varsha's voice was immediate. “Temple? The Murugan one on the hill road. Powerful. One hour drive. I'll pick you up in twenty minutes.”
Indhu agreed, hung up, and went to change.
She chose a simple green cotton saree nothing bold, but it dbangd softly over her curves, the pallu falling just right. Hair tied in a loose bun, small bindi, no lipstick today. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt the familiar twist beautiful, but for who?
Varsha arrived in her little red car, honking once. Indhu locked the house and climbed in.
The drive was pleasant windows down, warm wind in their hair, radio playing old Ilaiyaraaja songs. They talked about nothing at first Varsha's new customer, a difficult blouse stitch, the price of onions.
At the temple they parked, climbed the steps slowly, the stone warm under bare feet after removing sandals. The main shrine was quiet mid-week only a few devotees, the priest chanting softly.
They prayed side by side, hands pressed together, eyes closed.
Indhu's prayer was simple, desperate:
Give him success.
Give me peace.
Take these feelings away if they're wrong.
They took prasad sweet pongal in leaf cups and found a shaded spot on the stone floor near a pillar, backs against cool granite, legs stretched out.
For a while they just sat, watching people come and go, the bell ringing gently.
Varsha broke the silence. “Tell me. What's eating you?”
Indhu's voice was small. “Karthik.”
Varsha waited.
“He's studying well now. For me. But… he's close with Anu. Very close. Study sessions every day. Late nights.”
Varsha's eyes softened. “And?”
Indhu looked down, tears threatening. “I'm jealous, Varsha. I hate it. I should be happy he needs a girl like her. Smart, pretty, good family. She loves him. But when he talks about her… it hurts. Like I'm losing him.”
Varsha studied her friend the beautiful face tight with pain, the saree clinging softly to her body, the loose strands of hair catching the light.
She took a breath. Time to push.
“Can I ask something openly? Promise you won't mind?”
Indhu nodded, wary.
Varsha's voice was gentle but direct. “Are you attracted to him? Do you have feelings for Karthik… more than a mother should?”
Indhu froze.
Silence stretched, thick and heavy.
Tears spilled over without warning.
Varsha moved closer, wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Indhu sobbed quietly, face in her hands. “I'm confused, Varsha. It's killing me. This is wrong. Sin. But I can't control it.”
Varsha held her, stroking her back. “It's okay. I understand. I won't think bad of you.”
Indhu's voice broke. “I'm the worst mother. Feeling like this for my own son. Turning the purest love into… this.”
Varsha pulled back, cupped Indhu's wet face. “Listen to me. It's not bad. The feeling is true. Don't punish yourself for it.”
Indhu shook her head. “How can you say that? It's sin. Against everything.”
Varsha's voice stayed soft. “What happened in your life wasn't fair, Indhu. Married at sixteen, forced, no choice, no happiness for thirty-six years. Compared to that pain… this feeling? It's not the worst thing.”
Indhu looked at her, shocked.
Varsha continued. “If I was you if I had a son who looked at me like Karthik looks at you I'd feel the same. Maybe worse.”
Indhu whispered, “But he's a kid. He needs a girl like Anu.”
Varsha smiled sadly. “Why only a girl? Why not you both? And I know he feels it too.”
Indhu's eyes widened. “How?”
Varsha hesitated, then decided not yet. “A woman knows. The way he looks at you. The way he chose clothes for your body. The way he fought his father for you. It's not just a son's love.”
Indhu was quiet, tears drying on her cheeks.
Varsha went back to eating her pongal. “I knew from the start you were falling. I'm surprised it hasn't gone further.”
Indhu whispered, “This morning… we hugged too long. Leka saw. And I… felt him. Against me.”
Varsha's eyes sparkled, but she kept her voice gentle. “That's all?”
Indhu nodded, ashamed.
Varsha laughed softly. “That's nothing. Leka won't think wrong. She's just jealous of the attention.”
They finished the prasad.
Varsha stood, brushed off her salwar. “Come. Back to the shop.”
Indhu followed, mind still spinning.
At the boutique, Indhu helped with small chores while Varsha stitched.
But the words stayed.
It's not bad.
The feeling is true.
Indhu didn't know if she believed it.
But for the first time, she didn't feel completely alone with it.
Indhu in Varsha's shop, heart heavy with confession and the first fragile threads of acceptance, the taboo love still burning quiet but undeniable.
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Indhu sat on the high stool in Varsha's boutique, legs crossed under the green saree, hands folded in her lap, but her mind was far from still. The temple peace had lasted only minutes. The questions came rushing back stronger, louder, impossible to ignore.
Varsha finished pinning a hem on a customer's blouse, sent the woman to the trial room, then turned to Indhu with that familiar mischievous glint.
“So… how was the morning hug?” she asked, voice low and teasing. “That ‘lucky charm' one. Did you feel anything… special?”
Indhu's cheeks flamed instantly. “Varsha!”
Varsha leaned on the counter, grinning. “Come on. Is he packing or what? Big boy now, ha?”
Indhu glared, but the blush deepened, spreading down her neck. “Stop it! He's my son.”
Varsha laughed. “Exactly. Your son. With a working dick. And from what you said, it was working this morning. Pressed right against your belly. Tell me thick? Long? Did it feel good?”
Indhu's anger flared, but underneath it was something else heat, memory, the throb between her legs returning full force. She remembered the hardness solid, hot, unmistakable pushing into her abdomen through his shorts. Her pussy had soaked her panties in seconds. Her nipples had ached. She had held him tighter instead of pulling away.
She looked away, voice shaky. “I… I relieved the stress after he left.”
Varsha's eyes widened, then she burst out laughing. “You? Miss ‘self-pleasure is not my thing'? You swore you never touched yourself, even when Rajan was useless in bed. I suggested toys years ago you said ‘I can control.' And today you fingered yourself thinking of your son's dick?”
Indhu's face burned scarlet. She covered it with her hands. “I don't know what came over me. It just… happened.”
Varsha moved closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Good. About time. Your pussy deserved it.”
Indhu peeked through her fingers, half-angry, half-relieved to say it out loud.
Then, suddenly, she remembered Varsha's earlier words at the temple.
“Wait,” she said, voice small. “In temple you said… ‘why only Anu, why not both.' What did you mean?”
Varsha paused, measuring coffee for the next customer but eyes on Indhu.
She had been waiting for this.
She set the spoon down, leaned in close.
“Let's say you and Karthik finally accept this feeling. You embrace it. Start doing… everything.”
Indhu's breath caught. Everything. Mouths, hands, bodies joined. Her pussy clenched hard at the image.
Varsha continued, voice calm but deliberate. “You can't marry him. Society won't allow. One day he has to marry someone have a normal life, kids, all that. Anu is perfect for that. Smart, pretty, loves him already. He can marry her.”
Indhu's heart bled at the thought Karthik with Anu, in bed with Anu, Anu carrying his children.
“But until then,” Varsha said softly, “you two can have your time. Fun. Love. Whatever you need. Just make sure he doesn't get fully addicted to you. If he does if no other woman ever feels right he won't marry, won't look elsewhere. Then you're both in trouble.”
Indhu stared, mind racing everywhere.
Karthik marrying Anu her heart screamed no.
But I can't marry him. He's my son.
Why can't I let him go?
The thought of them together him inside Anu, kissing Anu, loving Anu felt like dying.
But the thought of her and Karthik finally accepting it kissing, touching, him inside her, filling her, making her moan made her wet instantly, panties soaking again.
She couldn't accept it.
Couldn't embrace it.
Couldn't deny it.
“I won't cross lines,” she whispered. “I won't spoil his life.”
Varsha smiled sadly. “You say that now. But you fingered yourself today thinking of him. There's no going back, Indhu. The fire's lit.”
Indhu looked down, tears stinging again. “I'll control it. He's just infatuated. He'll get over it. I'll start working with you get busy, distracted.”
Varsha nodded, but her eyes said she didn't believe it.
The customer returned with the pinned blouse. Varsha turned back to work.
Indhu sat in silence, the war inside her louder than ever.
Love.
Guilt.
Desire.
Fear.
And the slow, terrifying knowledge that control was slipping through her fingers like sand.
Indhu in the boutique, heart torn between acceptance and denial, the forbidden love burning brighter with every breath.
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The last exam ended at noon.
Karthik handed in his sheet with a quiet confidence he hadn't felt in months. The questions had flowed; the answers had come clear and sharp. He walked out of the exam hall into the bright sunlight feeling lighter than he had in weeks.
This one was his best. He knew it.
He crossed the college ground slowly, bat and ball forgotten today, mind drifting back to the morning.
The hug.
Amma pulling him close before he could touch her feet, arms tight around his shoulders, breasts soft and warm against his chest. Her lips on his cheeks slow, lingering, like she didn't want to let go.
And when his cock had hardened fast, uncontrollable, pressing against her abdomen through his uniform pants she hadn't pulled away. Hadn't scolded. Had held him tighter, fingers in his hair, body melting into his.
He had tried to shift back, hide it, guilt burning his face.
But she had kept him there.
Did she feel it?
Did she know?
Did she… want it?
The thought made his cock twitch again now, walking alone on the ground. He adjusted his bag in front of him, cheeks warm.
He shook his head hard.
Focus.
I wrote well because of her. For her.
To prove I'm worthy.
Anu appeared suddenly in front of him, blocking his path.
She looked different eyes red, lips trembling, uniform neat but face worried.
“Karthik…”
He stopped. “What happened?”
She bit her lip, eyes filling fast. “Our college life is over. Can you believe it? Last exam. After this… will we even meet again?”
Tears spilled over.
Karthik's heart twisted. He stepped closer without thinking, took both her hands in his. “Anu, don't be emotional. We're just two streets away. And remember we'll get into the same medical college. For sure.”
She looked up, tears clinging to her lashes. “Did you really do well? I'm depending on your marks. If you don't make it… I won't join either. I can't leave you.”
Her voice broke. She stepped forward and hugged him tight, face buried in his chest, arms around his waist.
Karthik froze.
The memories flooded him sixth standard, Anu joining mid-year, shy and brilliant, sitting next to him because the teacher said “help the new girl.”
Years of her helping him instead notes, explanations, pushing him when he slacked.
The proposal last year he had rejected her gently, said he saw her as a friend, a sister. She had cried, but never left. Never hated. Just stayed, loving him quietly, fiercely.
Past month especially she had sacrificed her own study time to drill him, make him revise, believe in him.
He couldn't push her away now.
His arms came around her slowly, holding her as she sobbed softly against his shirt.
I hurt her more than anyone.
Rejected her, insulted her love sometimes in frustration.
But she never left.
His mind compared Anu in his arms now: comfort, friendship, trust, respect. Safe. Familiar.
Morning with Amma: fire. Need. Something that made his blood rush and his cock ache.
Why Anu feels like a sister… and Amma feels like…
He stopped the thought, guilt crashing in.
Anu pulled back slightly, looked up at him eyes red, lips trembling, face close.
“I'll always be yours,” she whispered.
Then she rose on her toes and pressed her lips to his.
Soft. Warm. Quick but real.
Karthik froze completely.
No response. No pull back. No push forward.
She kissed him for three seconds, then pulled away, face flaming, and ran straight to her scooty, starting it with shaking hands, driving off without looking back.
He stood there, lips tingling, eyes watering without permission.
Why am I crying?
For Anu's love? For hurting her again?
Or because it felt like cheating?
Cheating on Amma.
The thought was insane. Wrong. Taboo.
But it was there.
His phone rang loud, jarring.
He answered without looking, voice rough.
Karthik alone on the empty college ground, lips still warm from a kiss he didn't want, heart torn between the girl who loved him openly and the woman he couldn't stop wanting, the confusion deeper than ever.
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