17-01-2026, 10:33 AM
Part 13
Karthik stood frozen on the empty college ground, the taste of Anu's kiss still on his lips soft, unexpected, gone too fast. His heart pounded with confusion, guilt, and something that felt like betrayal.
The phone in his pocket rang, sharp and loud, pulling him back to the world.
He looked at the screen Varsha aunty.
He answered, voice rough. “Hello?”
“Karthik? Exam over? Come to my shop straight from college. Your mother is here.”
He blinked, the chaos in his head quieting for a second.
“Okay, aunty.”
He hung up, relief washing over him like cool water.
Thank God.
Not home alone with Amma.
Not yet.
I can't face her right now not after Anu's kiss, not after this morning's hug, not with everything burning inside me.
He said quick goodbyes to the few friends still hanging around fist bumps, promises to meet during holidays, the usual “we'll crush medical college” talk. Then he caught the bus, stood in the crowded aisle, staring out the window without seeing.
His mind was a storm.
Anu's kiss warm, hopeful, tasting faintly of mint.
She loves me. Has for years. Never left, even when I hurt her.
She's good. Perfect, really.
But it felt… wrong.
Like kissing a sister.
Then the morning hug crashed back in Amma's arms tight around him, breasts soft against his chest, her scent filling his lungs, the hard press of his cock against her belly, and her not pulling away.
That felt right.
Alive.
Needed.
Guilt twisted sharp.
I'm messed up.
Anu deserves better.
Amma deserves better.
The bus stopped. He walked the last stretch to Varsha's boutique, the familiar jingle of the door bell greeting him like an old friend.
Indhu was at the sewing machine, foot on the pedal, stitching a maroon blouse with careful focus. The off-shoulder top and knee-length skirt hugged her body softly, hair loose and shining in the boutique light. She looked up when he entered, and her face lit with that gentle, heart-stopping smile.
Varsha was at the cutting table, scissors flashing through fabric.
Indhu's smile faltered for a second when their eyes met something shy, something deeper, something left over from the morning.
Karthik felt it too. The awkwardness from the hug, from the unspoken hardness she must have felt, from Anu's kiss he still tasted.
He cleared his throat. “Amma… you started working already?”
Indhu laughed lightly, stopping the machine. “Just helping Varsha. And practicing I passed the class weeks ago, remember? Keeping in touch.”
He nodded, setting his bag down, trying to act casual. But he couldn't quite meet her eyes for long.
Varsha looked up, grinning. “Exam done? How did my champion do?”
Karthik managed a smile. “Best one yet. I'm sure.”
Varsha clapped. “That's my boy! Results next month, right?”
“Yes.”
They fell into small talk about the paper, about the heat, about nothing important.
But the silence between Karthik and Indhu grew, thick and noticeable, full of everything unsaid.
Varsha noticed everything the way Indhu's eyes flicked to Karthik and away, the way Karthik's gaze lingered on Indhu's hands on the fabric, then dropped.
In Indhu's mind: the dirty talk with Varsha from yesterday, the confession, the shame, the lingering heat from the morning hug.
In Karthik's mind: Anu's kiss, the guilt of not feeling what he should, the memory of Amma's body against his, the hard proof of his desire she had felt.
Varsha broke the quiet with her usual mischief. “Finally exams over no more spending all day with Anu, ha?”
Karthik blinked, confused. “Yes… why?”
Varsha glanced at Indhu, eyes twinkling. “Your girlfriend was feeling lonely without you.”
Indhu's head snapped up. “Varsha!”
Karthik laughed awkwardly, cheeks pink.
Varsha leaned on the table. “What? You two were so quiet I had to say something.”
Indhu shot her a warning look but couldn't hide her own small, flustered smile.
Karthik recovered, turning to Varsha. “You promised a trip if I score well. Where should we go?”
Varsha's eyes lit up. “Oho! Planning already? Where will you take your mom?”
Indhu's stomach flipped hard, sudden butterflies exploding warm and low. A trip. Just them. Alone. Hotels. Nights. Shared rooms. The thought made her pussy clench, wetness starting slow between her thighs. She felt her nipples tighten against the top.
She busied herself. “I'll make tea.”
She escaped to the small back room, heart racing, naughty images flashing Karthik's hands on her in a hotel bed, his mouth on her breasts, his cock sliding into her while she moaned his name.
Wrong. So wrong.
But so wanted.
Varsha sat beside Karthik while Indhu was gone.
Voice low: “Did you really do well?”
He nodded, serious. “Best I could. Anu helped a lot.”
Varsha pinched his thigh lightly. “Don't mention Anu. Your mother's already hurting because you spent so much time there.”
His eyes widened. “It was only for studies for Amma.”
Varsha softened. “I know. You'd do anything for her, right?”
“Yes.”
She leaned closer. “Still have those feelings?”
He froze, then nodded once small, ashamed.
Varsha patted his knee. “That's good. Because she needs your love most. Give it to her.”
He looked at her, confused. “What do you mean?”
Varsha smiled gently. “She loves you more than you know. Don't hurt her by pulling away.”
Indhu returned with tea three glasses on a tray.
She caught the tail of their quiet talk, wondered, but didn't ask.
They sipped in lighter silence now general talk about results, about summer plans.
But inside all three, the secrets burned brighter.
Indhu: butterflies from the trip idea, guilt from the jealousy, craving for his attention.
Karthik: relief from the confession, determination to make her proud, confusion about what “give her your love” meant.
Varsha: satisfied with the push, curious to see how far it would go.
The afternoon ended with tea finished, promises made, and the three of them closer to the edge than ever.
The quiet after the tea, the unspoken promises hanging in the air, mother and son one step closer to the truth they both feared and craved.
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The clock on Varsha's wall ticked toward five-thirty. The light outside had turned golden, long shadows stretching across the boutique floor.
Indhu stood, smoothing her saree, the fabric suddenly feeling too warm against her skin. “I should go. Leka will be home soon.”
Her stomach twisted at the thought.
Facing Leka after this morning the long hug, Karthik's hardness pressed against her, Leka's wide, confused eyes.
What if she asks?
What if she thinks I'm a bad mother?
What if she sees something wrong?
She turned to Karthik, voice soft. “Wait outside for me, kanna.”
He nodded, picked up his bag, and stepped out, the door jingling behind him.
Indhu looked at Varsha, eyes worried. “What do I do about Leka? This morning… she saw us hugging too long. What if she asks questions? What if she thinks I'm… bad?”
Varsha set down her scissors, came close, and took Indhu's hands.
“She won't think you're bad,” Varsha said gently. “She's jealous, that's all. You give Karthik more attention she feels left out. Pay her a little extra care for a few days. Hug her more. Ask about her day. She'll be fine.”
Indhu's eyes watered. “I hope so.”
Varsha squeezed her hands. “You're a good mother. Don't doubt that.”
They hugged quickly, and Indhu stepped out.
Karthik was waiting on the pavement, college bag over one shoulder, looking at the sky.
The walk home started silent.
Indhu's mind raced Leka, the hug, the fear of questions.
Karthik's mind raced too Varsha's words echoing: “She felt lonely because of your distance.”
He glanced at her in her skirt and top, hair loose, the soft sway of her hips.
She looked beautiful. Always.
And he had hurt her by pulling away.
He couldn't bear it anymore.
“Amma…” he said softly, “I forgot to say this morning. You look stunning today.”
The words were simple, but they landed like sunlight.
Indhu's heart leaped. She turned to him, eyes shining, a slow smile spreading across her face. The compliment soaked into her like rain on dry earth. Her pussy gave a soft, secret throb, nipples tightening against her blouse.
She didn't speak just smiled, cheeks pink, and kept walking.
But the silence felt different now warm, charged.
Karthik saw the smile and felt it in his chest. She's happy again. Because of me.
He reached for her hand without thinking fingers sliding between hers, lacing tight.
Indhu's breath caught. She looked down at their joined hands, then at him.
He didn't let go.
She didn't either.
They walked like that fingers crossed, palms pressed, the hold growing tighter with every step.
Indhu felt the heat of his skin, the strength in his young fingers.
He doesn't want to let go.
The thought made her heart race, her pussy ache with slow, building wetness.
Karthik felt her grip tighten in answer.
She doesn't want to let go either.
The walk home felt too short.
At the gate, Indhu fumbled for keys with one hand, the other still locked in his. She laughed softly at her own clumsiness, but neither released.
Inside, door locked behind them, they stood in the hall bags dropped, hands still together.
Silence.
They looked at each other.
Eyes locked.
Neither moved to let go.
It became a quiet game who would release first?
Minutes passed.
Indhu felt the heat building his palm warm and slightly sweaty against hers, his fingers strong, the way his thumb brushed her skin accidentally-on-purpose.
Her pussy throbbed steadily now, wetness soaking her panties, nipples hard and aching against her blouse. She felt alive, wanted, young.
She smiled first small, shy, knowing.
“Why are you still holding me?” she whispered, voice teasing but breathy. “Leave me.”
Karthik's eyes were dark, serious. “I will never leave you, Amma. Ever in my life.”
The words were raw, from the heart.
Indhu's eyes filled instantly. Tears spilled over.
Her voice shattered. “One day you will… for your woman.”
He didn't know what to say.
Without thinking, he released her hand but only to cup her face, thumbs wiping the tears, and leaned in.
His lips pressed to hers.
Soft.
Warm.
Still.
No movement just the gentle pressure of mouth on mouth, breath mingling, hearts pounding.
Indhu froze.
Eyes wide, staring into his dark, full of everything he couldn't say.
Then her eyes fluttered shut.
For those few seconds the world stopped.
The main gate rattled someone at the latch.
Leka.
Indhu shoved him away hard panic, guilt, fear.
Karthik stumbled, fell back onto the sofa, eyes wide, lips tingling.
Indhu ran to the bathroom, slammed the door, leaned against it shaking.
Her lips burned where his had been.
Her pussy throbbed, soaked, aching.
Wrong. So wrong.
But God, it felt right.
Indhu locked in the bathroom, heart racing, body on fire, the taste of her son's first kiss still on her lips, and the terrifying, exhilarating knowledge that everything had just changed forever.
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Leka pushed open the door, college bag heavy on her shoulder, hair frizzy from the bus ride, face tired but curious.
She stopped in the hall, looking at Karthik sprawled on the sofa, face flushed, eyes distant.
“Where's Amma?” she asked, dropping her bag.
Karthik pointed wordlessly toward the bathroom door, not meeting her eyes.
Leka frowned, something off in the air, but shrugged and went to the bedroom to freshen up in its attached bathroom.
Indhu, in the wardrobe-room bathroom, stood under the shower longer than needed, water cool against her burning skin. She had stripped off the skirt and top, panties soaked and thrown into the laundry basket. Her pussy was still swollen, lips sensitive, clit throbbing with every heartbeat.
She touched herself once fingers sliding through the wetness, circling slow.
His lips on mine.
His eyes looking into my soul.
His hardness against me this morning… and the kiss.
She came fast, knees buckling, hand over her mouth to stifle the moan.
Guilt crashed in immediately.
I corrupted him.
My own son.
Because I didn't stop him.
Because I wanted it.
She washed again, cold water this time, changed into a safe ankle-length nightie old, faded, nothing special.
When she stepped out, she couldn't look at the hall. Couldn't face him.
She went straight to the kitchen, started dinner on autopilot chicken fry reheated, rice, rasam.
Her mind was a storm.
He kissed me.
My son kissed me.
And I let it happen.
I closed my eyes.
I wanted more.
She remembered his words “I will never leave you” voice rough, eyes fierce.
Then his lips soft, warm, pressing with all the love and hunger he couldn't say.
Her pussy throbbed again. Nipples hard against the nightie.
Why didn't I stop him?
Why didn't I slap him?
Why did it feel like the most right thing in the world?
Our relationship is changed forever.
How do I look at him now?
How do I talk to him?
Will he hate me for letting it happen?
Or will he want more?
The confusion tore at her.
I'm a bad mother.
Spoiling his life for my pleasure.
But the craving was there deep, undeniable.
In the hall, Karthik sat frozen on the sofa, mind a hurricane.
What did I do?
Why did I kiss her?
How did I get the courage?
Varsha's words echoed “Give her your love.”
He had.
But a kiss? Too much.
How will she take it?
Will she hate me now?
Think I'm disgusting?
He remembered Anu's kiss soft, hopeful.
Then Amma's electric, forbidden, everything.
Anu's felt like friendship.
Amma's felt like… home. Life. Need.
Guilt choked him.
Is this kiss a remedy for Anu's?
Trying to wash away one with the other?
He compared the taste Anu's mint, quick.
Amma's rose lipstick, lingering, perfect.
He couldn't say which was better.
But he was happy he kissed Indhu.
Terrified how she would take it.
Did I cross the line?
Will she ever look at me the same?
The bathroom door opened. Leka came out, changed into home clothes, hair tied.
She looked at Karthik, then toward the kitchen, felt the strange silence.
Something off.
She didn't speak to him, went to her laptop in the bedroom.
Called Rajan instead. “Appa, when will you come?”
“By dinner. Prepare something good.”
She hung up, told Indhu.
Indhu nodded, voice flat. “Okay.”
Dinner was ready when Rajan walked in tired, grumpy.
The table was set.
Conversation minimal.
Rajan asked Karthik about the last exam.
“Good,” Karthik said formally.
Rajan grunted, too tired to push.
Leka noticed everything the way Indhu and Karthik didn't look at each other, the space between them at the table, the quiet that felt loud.
Morning they were so close.
Evening… distant.
Bedtime came.
They lay in the usual order Leka, Indhu, Karthik.
But distance now.
Karthik on the edge, back turned.
Indhu in the middle, eyes open.
Leka asleep fast, confused but tired.
Karthik and Indhu lay awake for hours eyes closed, pretending sleep, minds screaming.
The kiss burned between them.
Guilt kept them apart.
Love kept them awake.
Eventually sleep took them fitful, restless.
The night stretched long, heavy with everything unsaid.
Mother and son in the dark, inches apart but worlds away, the forbidden kiss the wall between them, guilt and longing keeping sleep shallow and dreams dangerous.
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Indhu woke to the familiar warmth wrapped around her the weight of Karthik's arm across her waist, his body curled against her back in sleep, his leg thrown over hers like he had reached for her in the night and found her. His face was close to her neck, breath soft and steady, stirring the loose strands of her hair.
For a heartbeat, everything felt like every other morning.
Safe.
Loved.
Home.
She smiled softly, eyes still heavy with sleep, the way she always did when she woke to find him holding her like she was the only thing keeping him anchored.
Then the memory crashed in.
Yesterday.
The kiss in the hall.
His lips on hers sudden, bold, full of everything he couldn't say.
The way she had frozen, heart slamming, then closed her eyes and let it happen for those burning seconds.
The way they hadn't spoken after.
Hadn't looked at each other properly all evening.
Her smile faded.
Her heart began to race.
He's hugging me like this in his sleep.
Without knowing.
Like always.
But today was different.
After the kiss.
His face so close lips slightly parted, the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw, the warmth of his breath on her skin.
She stared at him, breath shallow.
The craving hit her like a wave.
I want to feel it again.
Just once.
His lips. His taste.
While he's sleeping.
He won't know.
The war began.
Logical voice, sharp and cold:
He's your son.
You carried him inside you for nine months.
You nursed him at your breast.
This is sin. Against God. Against nature. Against everything right.
Emotional voice, warm and desperate:
He kissed you yesterday.
He wants it too.
You felt him hard against you this morning he feels it too.
He makes you feel alive. Loved. Desired.
For the first time in twenty years.
Logical:
Society will destroy you.
Rajan will kill you both.
Leka will hate you.
You'll lose everything.
Emotional:
No one will know.
Just this once.
Just to feel it again.
Logical:
You're his mother.
Your job is to protect him, not corrupt him.
Emotional:
He's not a child anymore.
He's a man.
And he chose you.
She fought for minutes heart pounding, breath shallow, pussy aching with slow, building need. Nipples hard against the nightie, breasts heavy, wetness soaking her panties.
Finally, the emotional side won.
She leaned in slow, trembling, tears in her eyes and pressed her lips to his.
Soft.
Warm.
Gentle.
His breath filled her mouth, warm and sweet. She tasted him faint coffee from last night, something that was only him.
Her heart beat so fast she thought it would burst.
She felt alive electric, every nerve singing, pussy throbbing, wetness flooding her.
Then his eyes opened.
Karthik woke to the softness of lips on his, warm and real, the faint scent of jasmine and her skin filling his lungs.
For a dizzy second he thought he was dreaming again.
Then he saw her eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips still touching his.
Amma.
Kissing him.
His morning wood already hard throbbed painfully, thickening further against his shorts, pre-cum leaking at the tip.
Indhu pulled away fast, eyes panicked, face burning.
She scrambled from the bed, nightie twisting around her legs, and ran to the bathroom, door slamming softly behind her.
Karthik lay frozen, lips tingling, cock aching, mind racing.
Did she really kiss me?
Or was I dreaming?
It was real.
Her lips. Her breath. Her taste.
She kissed me.
She's not angry about yesterday.
She's… processing. Like Varsha said.
Happiness flooded him pure, dizzying, making his chest tight with joy.
She loves me too.
But she ran.
She needs time.
He decided then no bringing up the kisses. No pushing.
Act normal.
Be the good son.
Wait until she's ready.
college was over no early waking.
He closed his eyes, smiled into the pillow, cock still hard but heart soaring, and drifted back to sleep, the taste of her still on his lips.
In the bathroom, Indhu leaned against the door, hand over her racing heart, pussy soaked and throbbing, body shaking.
What did I do?
Mother locked in the bathroom, body on fire with need and shame, mind torn between love and fear; son in bed, heart soaring with hope, promise made to wait.
The forbidden love had taken its second step.
And there was no going back.
Karthik stood frozen on the empty college ground, the taste of Anu's kiss still on his lips soft, unexpected, gone too fast. His heart pounded with confusion, guilt, and something that felt like betrayal.
The phone in his pocket rang, sharp and loud, pulling him back to the world.
He looked at the screen Varsha aunty.
He answered, voice rough. “Hello?”
“Karthik? Exam over? Come to my shop straight from college. Your mother is here.”
He blinked, the chaos in his head quieting for a second.
“Okay, aunty.”
He hung up, relief washing over him like cool water.
Thank God.
Not home alone with Amma.
Not yet.
I can't face her right now not after Anu's kiss, not after this morning's hug, not with everything burning inside me.
He said quick goodbyes to the few friends still hanging around fist bumps, promises to meet during holidays, the usual “we'll crush medical college” talk. Then he caught the bus, stood in the crowded aisle, staring out the window without seeing.
His mind was a storm.
Anu's kiss warm, hopeful, tasting faintly of mint.
She loves me. Has for years. Never left, even when I hurt her.
She's good. Perfect, really.
But it felt… wrong.
Like kissing a sister.
Then the morning hug crashed back in Amma's arms tight around him, breasts soft against his chest, her scent filling his lungs, the hard press of his cock against her belly, and her not pulling away.
That felt right.
Alive.
Needed.
Guilt twisted sharp.
I'm messed up.
Anu deserves better.
Amma deserves better.
The bus stopped. He walked the last stretch to Varsha's boutique, the familiar jingle of the door bell greeting him like an old friend.
Indhu was at the sewing machine, foot on the pedal, stitching a maroon blouse with careful focus. The off-shoulder top and knee-length skirt hugged her body softly, hair loose and shining in the boutique light. She looked up when he entered, and her face lit with that gentle, heart-stopping smile.
Varsha was at the cutting table, scissors flashing through fabric.
Indhu's smile faltered for a second when their eyes met something shy, something deeper, something left over from the morning.
Karthik felt it too. The awkwardness from the hug, from the unspoken hardness she must have felt, from Anu's kiss he still tasted.
He cleared his throat. “Amma… you started working already?”
Indhu laughed lightly, stopping the machine. “Just helping Varsha. And practicing I passed the class weeks ago, remember? Keeping in touch.”
He nodded, setting his bag down, trying to act casual. But he couldn't quite meet her eyes for long.
Varsha looked up, grinning. “Exam done? How did my champion do?”
Karthik managed a smile. “Best one yet. I'm sure.”
Varsha clapped. “That's my boy! Results next month, right?”
“Yes.”
They fell into small talk about the paper, about the heat, about nothing important.
But the silence between Karthik and Indhu grew, thick and noticeable, full of everything unsaid.
Varsha noticed everything the way Indhu's eyes flicked to Karthik and away, the way Karthik's gaze lingered on Indhu's hands on the fabric, then dropped.
In Indhu's mind: the dirty talk with Varsha from yesterday, the confession, the shame, the lingering heat from the morning hug.
In Karthik's mind: Anu's kiss, the guilt of not feeling what he should, the memory of Amma's body against his, the hard proof of his desire she had felt.
Varsha broke the quiet with her usual mischief. “Finally exams over no more spending all day with Anu, ha?”
Karthik blinked, confused. “Yes… why?”
Varsha glanced at Indhu, eyes twinkling. “Your girlfriend was feeling lonely without you.”
Indhu's head snapped up. “Varsha!”
Karthik laughed awkwardly, cheeks pink.
Varsha leaned on the table. “What? You two were so quiet I had to say something.”
Indhu shot her a warning look but couldn't hide her own small, flustered smile.
Karthik recovered, turning to Varsha. “You promised a trip if I score well. Where should we go?”
Varsha's eyes lit up. “Oho! Planning already? Where will you take your mom?”
Indhu's stomach flipped hard, sudden butterflies exploding warm and low. A trip. Just them. Alone. Hotels. Nights. Shared rooms. The thought made her pussy clench, wetness starting slow between her thighs. She felt her nipples tighten against the top.
She busied herself. “I'll make tea.”
She escaped to the small back room, heart racing, naughty images flashing Karthik's hands on her in a hotel bed, his mouth on her breasts, his cock sliding into her while she moaned his name.
Wrong. So wrong.
But so wanted.
Varsha sat beside Karthik while Indhu was gone.
Voice low: “Did you really do well?”
He nodded, serious. “Best I could. Anu helped a lot.”
Varsha pinched his thigh lightly. “Don't mention Anu. Your mother's already hurting because you spent so much time there.”
His eyes widened. “It was only for studies for Amma.”
Varsha softened. “I know. You'd do anything for her, right?”
“Yes.”
She leaned closer. “Still have those feelings?”
He froze, then nodded once small, ashamed.
Varsha patted his knee. “That's good. Because she needs your love most. Give it to her.”
He looked at her, confused. “What do you mean?”
Varsha smiled gently. “She loves you more than you know. Don't hurt her by pulling away.”
Indhu returned with tea three glasses on a tray.
She caught the tail of their quiet talk, wondered, but didn't ask.
They sipped in lighter silence now general talk about results, about summer plans.
But inside all three, the secrets burned brighter.
Indhu: butterflies from the trip idea, guilt from the jealousy, craving for his attention.
Karthik: relief from the confession, determination to make her proud, confusion about what “give her your love” meant.
Varsha: satisfied with the push, curious to see how far it would go.
The afternoon ended with tea finished, promises made, and the three of them closer to the edge than ever.
The quiet after the tea, the unspoken promises hanging in the air, mother and son one step closer to the truth they both feared and craved.
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The clock on Varsha's wall ticked toward five-thirty. The light outside had turned golden, long shadows stretching across the boutique floor.
Indhu stood, smoothing her saree, the fabric suddenly feeling too warm against her skin. “I should go. Leka will be home soon.”
Her stomach twisted at the thought.
Facing Leka after this morning the long hug, Karthik's hardness pressed against her, Leka's wide, confused eyes.
What if she asks?
What if she thinks I'm a bad mother?
What if she sees something wrong?
She turned to Karthik, voice soft. “Wait outside for me, kanna.”
He nodded, picked up his bag, and stepped out, the door jingling behind him.
Indhu looked at Varsha, eyes worried. “What do I do about Leka? This morning… she saw us hugging too long. What if she asks questions? What if she thinks I'm… bad?”
Varsha set down her scissors, came close, and took Indhu's hands.
“She won't think you're bad,” Varsha said gently. “She's jealous, that's all. You give Karthik more attention she feels left out. Pay her a little extra care for a few days. Hug her more. Ask about her day. She'll be fine.”
Indhu's eyes watered. “I hope so.”
Varsha squeezed her hands. “You're a good mother. Don't doubt that.”
They hugged quickly, and Indhu stepped out.
Karthik was waiting on the pavement, college bag over one shoulder, looking at the sky.
The walk home started silent.
Indhu's mind raced Leka, the hug, the fear of questions.
Karthik's mind raced too Varsha's words echoing: “She felt lonely because of your distance.”
He glanced at her in her skirt and top, hair loose, the soft sway of her hips.
She looked beautiful. Always.
And he had hurt her by pulling away.
He couldn't bear it anymore.
“Amma…” he said softly, “I forgot to say this morning. You look stunning today.”
The words were simple, but they landed like sunlight.
Indhu's heart leaped. She turned to him, eyes shining, a slow smile spreading across her face. The compliment soaked into her like rain on dry earth. Her pussy gave a soft, secret throb, nipples tightening against her blouse.
She didn't speak just smiled, cheeks pink, and kept walking.
But the silence felt different now warm, charged.
Karthik saw the smile and felt it in his chest. She's happy again. Because of me.
He reached for her hand without thinking fingers sliding between hers, lacing tight.
Indhu's breath caught. She looked down at their joined hands, then at him.
He didn't let go.
She didn't either.
They walked like that fingers crossed, palms pressed, the hold growing tighter with every step.
Indhu felt the heat of his skin, the strength in his young fingers.
He doesn't want to let go.
The thought made her heart race, her pussy ache with slow, building wetness.
Karthik felt her grip tighten in answer.
She doesn't want to let go either.
The walk home felt too short.
At the gate, Indhu fumbled for keys with one hand, the other still locked in his. She laughed softly at her own clumsiness, but neither released.
Inside, door locked behind them, they stood in the hall bags dropped, hands still together.
Silence.
They looked at each other.
Eyes locked.
Neither moved to let go.
It became a quiet game who would release first?
Minutes passed.
Indhu felt the heat building his palm warm and slightly sweaty against hers, his fingers strong, the way his thumb brushed her skin accidentally-on-purpose.
Her pussy throbbed steadily now, wetness soaking her panties, nipples hard and aching against her blouse. She felt alive, wanted, young.
She smiled first small, shy, knowing.
“Why are you still holding me?” she whispered, voice teasing but breathy. “Leave me.”
Karthik's eyes were dark, serious. “I will never leave you, Amma. Ever in my life.”
The words were raw, from the heart.
Indhu's eyes filled instantly. Tears spilled over.
Her voice shattered. “One day you will… for your woman.”
He didn't know what to say.
Without thinking, he released her hand but only to cup her face, thumbs wiping the tears, and leaned in.
His lips pressed to hers.
Soft.
Warm.
Still.
No movement just the gentle pressure of mouth on mouth, breath mingling, hearts pounding.
Indhu froze.
Eyes wide, staring into his dark, full of everything he couldn't say.
Then her eyes fluttered shut.
For those few seconds the world stopped.
The main gate rattled someone at the latch.
Leka.
Indhu shoved him away hard panic, guilt, fear.
Karthik stumbled, fell back onto the sofa, eyes wide, lips tingling.
Indhu ran to the bathroom, slammed the door, leaned against it shaking.
Her lips burned where his had been.
Her pussy throbbed, soaked, aching.
Wrong. So wrong.
But God, it felt right.
Indhu locked in the bathroom, heart racing, body on fire, the taste of her son's first kiss still on her lips, and the terrifying, exhilarating knowledge that everything had just changed forever.
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Leka pushed open the door, college bag heavy on her shoulder, hair frizzy from the bus ride, face tired but curious.
She stopped in the hall, looking at Karthik sprawled on the sofa, face flushed, eyes distant.
“Where's Amma?” she asked, dropping her bag.
Karthik pointed wordlessly toward the bathroom door, not meeting her eyes.
Leka frowned, something off in the air, but shrugged and went to the bedroom to freshen up in its attached bathroom.
Indhu, in the wardrobe-room bathroom, stood under the shower longer than needed, water cool against her burning skin. She had stripped off the skirt and top, panties soaked and thrown into the laundry basket. Her pussy was still swollen, lips sensitive, clit throbbing with every heartbeat.
She touched herself once fingers sliding through the wetness, circling slow.
His lips on mine.
His eyes looking into my soul.
His hardness against me this morning… and the kiss.
She came fast, knees buckling, hand over her mouth to stifle the moan.
Guilt crashed in immediately.
I corrupted him.
My own son.
Because I didn't stop him.
Because I wanted it.
She washed again, cold water this time, changed into a safe ankle-length nightie old, faded, nothing special.
When she stepped out, she couldn't look at the hall. Couldn't face him.
She went straight to the kitchen, started dinner on autopilot chicken fry reheated, rice, rasam.
Her mind was a storm.
He kissed me.
My son kissed me.
And I let it happen.
I closed my eyes.
I wanted more.
She remembered his words “I will never leave you” voice rough, eyes fierce.
Then his lips soft, warm, pressing with all the love and hunger he couldn't say.
Her pussy throbbed again. Nipples hard against the nightie.
Why didn't I stop him?
Why didn't I slap him?
Why did it feel like the most right thing in the world?
Our relationship is changed forever.
How do I look at him now?
How do I talk to him?
Will he hate me for letting it happen?
Or will he want more?
The confusion tore at her.
I'm a bad mother.
Spoiling his life for my pleasure.
But the craving was there deep, undeniable.
In the hall, Karthik sat frozen on the sofa, mind a hurricane.
What did I do?
Why did I kiss her?
How did I get the courage?
Varsha's words echoed “Give her your love.”
He had.
But a kiss? Too much.
How will she take it?
Will she hate me now?
Think I'm disgusting?
He remembered Anu's kiss soft, hopeful.
Then Amma's electric, forbidden, everything.
Anu's felt like friendship.
Amma's felt like… home. Life. Need.
Guilt choked him.
Is this kiss a remedy for Anu's?
Trying to wash away one with the other?
He compared the taste Anu's mint, quick.
Amma's rose lipstick, lingering, perfect.
He couldn't say which was better.
But he was happy he kissed Indhu.
Terrified how she would take it.
Did I cross the line?
Will she ever look at me the same?
The bathroom door opened. Leka came out, changed into home clothes, hair tied.
She looked at Karthik, then toward the kitchen, felt the strange silence.
Something off.
She didn't speak to him, went to her laptop in the bedroom.
Called Rajan instead. “Appa, when will you come?”
“By dinner. Prepare something good.”
She hung up, told Indhu.
Indhu nodded, voice flat. “Okay.”
Dinner was ready when Rajan walked in tired, grumpy.
The table was set.
Conversation minimal.
Rajan asked Karthik about the last exam.
“Good,” Karthik said formally.
Rajan grunted, too tired to push.
Leka noticed everything the way Indhu and Karthik didn't look at each other, the space between them at the table, the quiet that felt loud.
Morning they were so close.
Evening… distant.
Bedtime came.
They lay in the usual order Leka, Indhu, Karthik.
But distance now.
Karthik on the edge, back turned.
Indhu in the middle, eyes open.
Leka asleep fast, confused but tired.
Karthik and Indhu lay awake for hours eyes closed, pretending sleep, minds screaming.
The kiss burned between them.
Guilt kept them apart.
Love kept them awake.
Eventually sleep took them fitful, restless.
The night stretched long, heavy with everything unsaid.
Mother and son in the dark, inches apart but worlds away, the forbidden kiss the wall between them, guilt and longing keeping sleep shallow and dreams dangerous.
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Indhu woke to the familiar warmth wrapped around her the weight of Karthik's arm across her waist, his body curled against her back in sleep, his leg thrown over hers like he had reached for her in the night and found her. His face was close to her neck, breath soft and steady, stirring the loose strands of her hair.
For a heartbeat, everything felt like every other morning.
Safe.
Loved.
Home.
She smiled softly, eyes still heavy with sleep, the way she always did when she woke to find him holding her like she was the only thing keeping him anchored.
Then the memory crashed in.
Yesterday.
The kiss in the hall.
His lips on hers sudden, bold, full of everything he couldn't say.
The way she had frozen, heart slamming, then closed her eyes and let it happen for those burning seconds.
The way they hadn't spoken after.
Hadn't looked at each other properly all evening.
Her smile faded.
Her heart began to race.
He's hugging me like this in his sleep.
Without knowing.
Like always.
But today was different.
After the kiss.
His face so close lips slightly parted, the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw, the warmth of his breath on her skin.
She stared at him, breath shallow.
The craving hit her like a wave.
I want to feel it again.
Just once.
His lips. His taste.
While he's sleeping.
He won't know.
The war began.
Logical voice, sharp and cold:
He's your son.
You carried him inside you for nine months.
You nursed him at your breast.
This is sin. Against God. Against nature. Against everything right.
Emotional voice, warm and desperate:
He kissed you yesterday.
He wants it too.
You felt him hard against you this morning he feels it too.
He makes you feel alive. Loved. Desired.
For the first time in twenty years.
Logical:
Society will destroy you.
Rajan will kill you both.
Leka will hate you.
You'll lose everything.
Emotional:
No one will know.
Just this once.
Just to feel it again.
Logical:
You're his mother.
Your job is to protect him, not corrupt him.
Emotional:
He's not a child anymore.
He's a man.
And he chose you.
She fought for minutes heart pounding, breath shallow, pussy aching with slow, building need. Nipples hard against the nightie, breasts heavy, wetness soaking her panties.
Finally, the emotional side won.
She leaned in slow, trembling, tears in her eyes and pressed her lips to his.
Soft.
Warm.
Gentle.
His breath filled her mouth, warm and sweet. She tasted him faint coffee from last night, something that was only him.
Her heart beat so fast she thought it would burst.
She felt alive electric, every nerve singing, pussy throbbing, wetness flooding her.
Then his eyes opened.
Karthik woke to the softness of lips on his, warm and real, the faint scent of jasmine and her skin filling his lungs.
For a dizzy second he thought he was dreaming again.
Then he saw her eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips still touching his.
Amma.
Kissing him.
His morning wood already hard throbbed painfully, thickening further against his shorts, pre-cum leaking at the tip.
Indhu pulled away fast, eyes panicked, face burning.
She scrambled from the bed, nightie twisting around her legs, and ran to the bathroom, door slamming softly behind her.
Karthik lay frozen, lips tingling, cock aching, mind racing.
Did she really kiss me?
Or was I dreaming?
It was real.
Her lips. Her breath. Her taste.
She kissed me.
She's not angry about yesterday.
She's… processing. Like Varsha said.
Happiness flooded him pure, dizzying, making his chest tight with joy.
She loves me too.
But she ran.
She needs time.
He decided then no bringing up the kisses. No pushing.
Act normal.
Be the good son.
Wait until she's ready.
college was over no early waking.
He closed his eyes, smiled into the pillow, cock still hard but heart soaring, and drifted back to sleep, the taste of her still on his lips.
In the bathroom, Indhu leaned against the door, hand over her racing heart, pussy soaked and throbbing, body shaking.
What did I do?
Mother locked in the bathroom, body on fire with need and shame, mind torn between love and fear; son in bed, heart soaring with hope, promise made to wait.
The forbidden love had taken its second step.
And there was no going back.
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