My mother and the landlord (Slow burn, long read)

[mzafar]

After returning from the grocery store and seeing his mother, Anjali Sharma, asleep—and having also viewed photos she posted online—readers were left thrilled by the following POV (point of view) shared by her son, Sunny:

"The kameez had slipped enough that the soft upper swell of one breast kept catching the grill light and losing it. I pressed the heel of my hand over the front of my jeans. I did not open them. She was too close; one shift of her arm or a break in the snore and she could wake. I rubbed slow circles through the denim, the pressure dull and direct against my cock where it had already thickened. My eyes moved between the portrait on the screen and the sleeping line of her body. The image stayed bright. Her managed expression. The weight the wire had held up for the hall and for the camera. In the other photograph his hand firm at her waist, her eyes on his face. Heat built steadily under my palm. I came inside the jeans, a hot pulse that soaked through the cloth against my hand, teeth closed hard on the inside of my cheek so no sound left my mouth. The wet spread under my palm. I stayed still, breathing through my nose, until the last of it eased."

Readers are captivated by this provocative piece from the author, "Authorsunny," and are eagerly awaiting the next thrilling update.