Family of Desire: Getting close to didi and mom

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Scene 5

The air in the living room felt very thick. It was like everything was shaking a little. Vian had stopped clicking photos some time ago, but he did not move away. The shoot had become something completely different now.

Vian: “Okay, last pose. This one for the bold look. Lie down on the sofa, Aunty. On your back.”

Mom looked at me with big scared eyes. I just nodded. My mouth was too dry to talk. She slowly lay down on the soft sofa. The black net saree moved up her legs. It showed her thick fair thighs all the way up. Her heavy breasts spread out to the sides, pulling hard against the small blouse.

Vian: “Perfect. But the pallu… it’s covering too much.”

He did not wait. He pulled the pallu away fast and threw it on the floor. Now she was only in the tiny blouse and petticoat. Her stomach was moving up and down fast.

Kaveri Mom: “Vian! Kya kar rahe ho? Without the pallu… I am exposed!”

Vian: “You are beautiful, Kaveri. Stop hiding. Eshan, look at her. Doesn’t she look edible?”

Eshan: “Yeah… Mom, you look… fucking incredible.”

Vian: “See? Now I need a top-down shot. But I can’t get it from here.”

Vian climbed onto the sofa. He sat over her legs, knees between her thighs. He was not putting full weight yet, but he was right above her. Mom gasped. Her hands went up to push his chest, but they just rested there softly.

Kaveri Mom: “Vian… get off… this is wrong… beta, get up…”

Vian: “Just one second, Aunty. Hold still.”

He came down lower. His chest touched her heavy breasts. I saw his jeans front pressing hard against her soft stomach. He was not taking photos anymore. The camera was hanging on the side.
He started moving. Slow grinding against her belly.

Kaveri Mom: “Ahhh… Vian… no… mat kar… hmmm…”

Vian: “You like that, don’t you? You have been wanting this since I came in. I saw how you looked at me.”

Kaveri Mom: “No… jhoot… ahhh! Slowly!”

He took her breasts in both hands. He squeezed them hard through the sequins. Mom lifted her back off the sofa. A loud moan came out.

Kaveri Mom: “Oohhh! Vian! Not so hard… my nipples… ahhh!”

Vian: “They are so hard, Aunty. Look, poking through the blouse. Want me to take them out?”

Kaveri Mom: “No! Eshan is here! Sharam karo!”

Vian: “Eshan doesn’t mind. Look at him.”

Mom turned her head to see me. I was standing close, watching my mother move under a boy my age. I was very hard. I nodded slowly.

Eshan: “It’s okay, Mom. Just… enjoy it.”

That made her stop fighting. Her head fell back on the cushion. Her eyes rolled up. Vian moved his hips harder. He rubbed against her private part through the clothes. The rubbing was strong.

Kaveri Mom: “Oh god… Vian… beta… please...”

Vian: “That’s it… take it… feel how much I want you.”

For two minutes, only sounds were their bodies hitting and Mom’s heavy breathing. She held his shoulders tight. Her nails went into his t-shirt. She moved her hips to meet him. She was lost.

Vian stopped suddenly. He made a low sound and pulled back. His face was red and sweaty. He got off the sofa and stood up. He fixed his jeans.
Mom lay there like she was broken. Her hair was all messy. The blouse was twisted, showing a little of her areola. The saree was bunched up around her waist. Her chest moved fast. Her skin was shiny with sweat.

Vian: (breathing hard, hand in his hair) “Whoa. That was… intense. I think we got the shots, Aunty.”

He picked up his camera bag like nothing big happened. Like he did not just rub against my mother in our living room.

Vian: “I’ll edit these and send to Eshan. You were great, Kaveri. Let’s do this again. Maybe without the saree next time.”

He winked at me, patted my shoulder, and left. The door closed with a click.

The room became quiet again, but heavy quiet.
I walked to the sofa. Mom had not moved. She was looking at the ceiling. Tears were in the corners of her eyes, but her face had a new glow.
I sat on the floor next to the sofa.

Eshan: “Mom? You okay?”

She turned her head. Her eyes looked dark and big.

Kaveri Mom: “Eshan… what did we just do? Hey Bhagwan… I let him… I let a boy…”

Eshan: “You didn’t do anything wrong, Mom. You were amazing. Did you… did you like it?”

She bit her lip and looked away. Then she nodded slowly.

Kaveri Mom: “Yes. God help me, Eshan… I liked it. I felt… alive. I haven’t felt a man’s hunger like that in ten years. Your Papa never touches me like that.”

Eshan: “See? I told you.”

She sat up slowly. She pulled the saree down to cover her legs. She looked small and soft now.

Kaveri Mom: “Come here. Hug me.”

I sat on the sofa. I pulled her into my arms. She put her face in my neck. Her hot breath touched my skin. She smelled of sweat and everything that happened. It was strong. She held my waist tight, like she needed comfort.

Kaveri Mom: “Don’t tell Papa. Or Gayatri. Promise me.”

Eshan: “I promise, Mom. Our secret.”

Kaveri Mom: “I am so tired now… all that excitement…”

Eshan: “Sleep a bit. Papa won’t come till evening.”

She did not let go. She pulled me down with her. We lay on the sofa together. My chest against her bare back. My hand on her waist, right where Vian touched. She started breathing slow as she slept. But her body heat kept me awake. I kept thinking about everything that happened.