30-04-2026, 10:34 PM
After knocking loudly a few times, the door finally opened.
Aravind stood there, looking slightly irritated but quickly masking it with his usual confident smile. Rainwater still dripped from his hair. I thrust the bag forward.
“Uncle… you said you would wait near the shop. I was continuously asking about you,” I said, firing questions one after another. “Why did you come here? Is everything okay? Where’s Mom?”
I could clearly see the annoyance flashing in his eyes at my rapid questioning, but he didn’t snap. He simply took the bag from my hand and stepped aside.
Before he could answer, Mom emerged from the bathroom a few seconds later.
My heart skipped a beat.
Her long black hair was slightly wet and messy, a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her face was still glowing with that post-kiss redness — lips noticeably swollen and a little darker than usual. Her pallu was adjusted in a hurry; it wasn’t sitting perfectly on her shoulder, and the blouse underneath looked slightly disheveled. She avoided eye contact with both of us, staring at the floor as she walked straight toward the inner room without saying a word.
She disappeared inside to change again.
I pretended to be innocent. “I brought some clothes for you, Mom. and shalini aunty will come later.”
Aravind gave a small nod and acted overly friendly and relaxed, leaning against the wall like nothing had happened. But the room was thick with tension. There were many long, awkward silences. Mom came back out wearing a fresh saree, but her behavior was completely off. She was unusually quiet, her voice cracking whenever she spoke. She kept distance from both of us, her hands slightly trembling as she arranged things on the table.
Every now and then, when I wasn’t looking directly at them, I caught Aravind giving her knowing, satisfied smiles — the kind that said he had tasted something forbidden and liked it.
Mom tried very hard to act normal in front of me, but she was failing badly. Her eyes would dart nervously, and her breathing was still a little uneven.
I looked at her with concern and asked softly,
“Mom… are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying.”
She quickly wiped the corner of her eye and gave a weak smile. “It’s nothing, John… just the rain and cold. I’m fine.”
Aravind smoothly jumped in, supporting her excuse with his deep voice, “Yes, the rain was quite heavy. Anyone would feel cold in this weather.”
Mom stayed unusually quiet after that and kept a safe distance from both of us. As we were preparing to leave the room, Aravind walked behind her. While passing, he “accidentally” brushed his hand against her waist, his fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.
I saw it clearly from the corner of my eye.
Mom’s eyes widened in shock. Her entire body stiffened for a moment. That small touch sent a visible shiver through her.
A strange, hot mix of arousal and jealousy surged inside my chest. My cock twitched involuntarily in my pants as I remembered everything I had witnessed through the window just minutes ago — the way Aravind had pulled her into that deep, hungry kiss, how her pallu had slipped, how her heavy breasts had spilled out for a moment before she covered them in shame.
“…she is almost ready.” murmured by aravind while passing by me
Mom didn’t respond, but I saw her throat move as she swallowed hard.
As we finally stepped out of the room, my mind was racing. The image of my conservative, beautiful mother — her flushed face, swollen lips, and trembling body — kept replaying in my head. The guilt in her eyes was real… but so was the hidden excitement I could sense beneath it.
And the most dangerous part?
Deep down, a dark, perverted part of me was getting more and more turned on by the thought that Aravind was slowly breaking down her walls.
Aravind stood there, looking slightly irritated but quickly masking it with his usual confident smile. Rainwater still dripped from his hair. I thrust the bag forward.
“Uncle… you said you would wait near the shop. I was continuously asking about you,” I said, firing questions one after another. “Why did you come here? Is everything okay? Where’s Mom?”
I could clearly see the annoyance flashing in his eyes at my rapid questioning, but he didn’t snap. He simply took the bag from my hand and stepped aside.
Before he could answer, Mom emerged from the bathroom a few seconds later.
My heart skipped a beat.
Her long black hair was slightly wet and messy, a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her face was still glowing with that post-kiss redness — lips noticeably swollen and a little darker than usual. Her pallu was adjusted in a hurry; it wasn’t sitting perfectly on her shoulder, and the blouse underneath looked slightly disheveled. She avoided eye contact with both of us, staring at the floor as she walked straight toward the inner room without saying a word.
She disappeared inside to change again.
I pretended to be innocent. “I brought some clothes for you, Mom. and shalini aunty will come later.”
Aravind gave a small nod and acted overly friendly and relaxed, leaning against the wall like nothing had happened. But the room was thick with tension. There were many long, awkward silences. Mom came back out wearing a fresh saree, but her behavior was completely off. She was unusually quiet, her voice cracking whenever she spoke. She kept distance from both of us, her hands slightly trembling as she arranged things on the table.
Every now and then, when I wasn’t looking directly at them, I caught Aravind giving her knowing, satisfied smiles — the kind that said he had tasted something forbidden and liked it.
Mom tried very hard to act normal in front of me, but she was failing badly. Her eyes would dart nervously, and her breathing was still a little uneven.
I looked at her with concern and asked softly,
“Mom… are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying.”
She quickly wiped the corner of her eye and gave a weak smile. “It’s nothing, John… just the rain and cold. I’m fine.”
Aravind smoothly jumped in, supporting her excuse with his deep voice, “Yes, the rain was quite heavy. Anyone would feel cold in this weather.”
Mom stayed unusually quiet after that and kept a safe distance from both of us. As we were preparing to leave the room, Aravind walked behind her. While passing, he “accidentally” brushed his hand against her waist, his fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.
I saw it clearly from the corner of my eye.
Mom’s eyes widened in shock. Her entire body stiffened for a moment. That small touch sent a visible shiver through her.
A strange, hot mix of arousal and jealousy surged inside my chest. My cock twitched involuntarily in my pants as I remembered everything I had witnessed through the window just minutes ago — the way Aravind had pulled her into that deep, hungry kiss, how her pallu had slipped, how her heavy breasts had spilled out for a moment before she covered them in shame.
“…she is almost ready.” murmured by aravind while passing by me
Mom didn’t respond, but I saw her throat move as she swallowed hard.
As we finally stepped out of the room, my mind was racing. The image of my conservative, beautiful mother — her flushed face, swollen lips, and trembling body — kept replaying in my head. The guilt in her eyes was real… but so was the hidden excitement I could sense beneath it.
And the most dangerous part?
Deep down, a dark, perverted part of me was getting more and more turned on by the thought that Aravind was slowly breaking down her walls.
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