Incest Family Affair at Vatika Tower: Bound by blood, United in Lust (Mother-Son)

[Mohit.Kumar]

This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over 18 years of age.


Stories from the XF-verse.

Plot Summary: Chaitali Ghosh, a 45-year-old office manager, and her 23-year-old son, Aditya, find themselves succumbing to a taboo attraction in the bustling office of Vatika in Gurgaon. As their secret trysts intensify, they navigate the treacherous waters of workplace dynamics, societal norms, and their own moral compasses, all while their colleagues remain blissfully unaware of their scandalous relationship.

Characters: -

Chaitali Ghosh: A sexually repressed Bengali woman with a round face, almond eyes, and a 38D-32-40 figure. She's a widow who finds refuge in her son's arms.

Aditya Ghosh: A 23-year-old man, handsome and confident, with a penchant for pushing boundaries. His desire for his mother fuels their illicit affair.
The Janitor: An unsuspecting witness to one of their encounters, whose discovery could threaten to unravel their lives.

The office of Vatika in Gurgaon was a maelstrom of activity, a symphony of ringing phones and the clack of keyboards, as the setting sun cast an orange glow through the tinted windows. Chaitali Ghosh, a woman of 45, whose youth had been swallowed by the relentless march of time, yet whose spirit remained as fiery as ever, sat at the reception desk, her eyes darting from the screen to the door with the precision of a hawk hunting its prey. Her wheatish complexion, a testament to the fiery Bengali blood that flowed through her veins, was framed by the stark contrast of her black hair, now threaded with strands of silver that whispered of her maturity. Her chubby figure, a delightful parcel of ample curves and generous assets, was sheathed in a knee-length black skirt that danced with every subtle movement she made, revealing the slightest hint of a teasing slit that promised a secret garden beneath.

Aditya, her 23-year-old son, strutted in with the confidence of a peacock in mating season. His tall, lean frame, a mirror of his youthful vitality, was clad in a casual t-shirt and jeans that hugged his muscular thighs. The sight of him sent a shiver down Chaitali's spine, a shiver that was not entirely unpleasant. She looked up, her almond eyes widening in surprise as she took in his handsome visage. The resemblance between them was uncanny, yet the hunger in his gaze was a stark reminder of the taboo desires that simmered just beneath the surface of their relationship.

"Hello, Ma," he drawled, his voice a low, seductive purr that sent a warm current through her body. His eyes raked over her, lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath her crisp white blouse, the buttons straining slightly against her generous cleavage. Chaitali felt a blush rise to her cheeks, a blush that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the sudden, overwhelming heat that pooled between her legs.

"What are you doing here?" she managed to ask, her voice a breathy whisper that seemed to echo through the suddenly quiet office. She watched as Aditya's eyes traveled down her body, pausing at the slit in her skirt before moving up to lock onto hers again. The hunger in his gaze was unmistakable, and she felt a thrill of excitement mingle with the fear that they might get caught.

Aditya took a step closer, his eyes feasting on her. The way her blouse clung to her curves, hinting at the softness of her skin beneath. The way her skirt hugged her thighs, the fabric stretching just enough to give him a glimpse of her stocking tops. He could almost taste the sweetness of her lips, remembering the stolen kisses from the previous night. The tension in the room thickened, a palpable force that seemed to pull them closer together despite the gossiping colleagues just a few feet away.

Her eyes dropped to the floor momentarily, a silent invitation for him to continue his visual exploration. His gaze wandered to the delicate neckline of her blouse, where a single bead of sweat had formed, threatening to slip down her chest. His mouth went dry as he imagined tracing the path of that droplet with the tip of his tongue, feeling the warmth of her flesh and the rapid beat of her heart beneath. He watched as she subtly adjusted her posture, pushing her breasts out just a little more, a silent confession of the effect his presence had on her.

Aditya's eyes followed the curve of her waist, the gentle swell of her belly, and the flare of her hips, which seemed to beckon him closer. He could see the outline of her panties through the thin fabric of her skirt, and the urge to slip his hand underneath and feel her softness was almost unbearable. His pulse quickened as he took in the way her thighs pressed together, hinting at the slick heat that awaited him. The slit in her skirt grew more pronounced as she shifted in her chair, and he could see the skin of her thighs. It was a sight that made his cock twitch in his pants, demanding his attention.

Chaitali felt his gaze like a physical touch, sending a shiver of arousal up her spine. Her breathing grew shallow as she watched him drink in her body, her hands fidgeting with the papers on her desk to hide their tremble. The way he looked at her, as if she was the only woman in the world, made her feel alive again, young and desired. The buttons on her blouse seemed to tighten with every beat of her heart, straining against the swell of her breasts that yearned for his touch. She could feel her nipples hardening, begging to be released from the confines of her bra.

The slit in her skirt grew wider as she parted her legs ever so slightly, and she knew he could see the hint of bare skin of her thighs. She felt a rush of warmth between her thighs, her panties already damp with anticipation. Her eyes remained glued to the floor, allowing him the pleasure of the view she knew he craved. Her body responded to his silent scrutiny, arching slightly to offer him a better look.

Aditya leaned across the reception desk, his eyes never leaving hers. He spoke in a hushed tone, a naughty smirk playing on his lips. "Ma, I want to fuck you," he whispered, the vulgarity of his words sending a jolt through her body. Chaitali's eyes widened in horror, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She looked around the office, heart hammering in her chest, hoping nobody had heard. But the cacophony of the office continued unabated, a symphony of ignorance to their depraved desires.

"You can't talk to me like that!" she hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She was torn between slapping him and giving in to the carnality of his words. But she knew all too well that she had been the one to kindle this fire between them.

With a furtive glance around the office, Chaitali stood up from her desk, the skirt riding up slightly, revealing more of her  thighs. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Follow me," before striding purposefully towards the elevator. Aditya's eyes devoured the sway of her hips as she walked away, his cock now straining against his zipper.

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Once inside the lift, the tension was thick enough to slice with a knife. Chaitali pushed the button for the top floor, a floor that she knew was currently deserted. She turned to face him, her breathing shallow, her pupils dilated with desire. "What makes you think you can talk to me like that?" she said, her voice a mix of anger and arousal.

Aditya stepped closer, his chest brushing against hers, making her gasp. "Because, Ma," he replied, his voice low and filled with lust, "I know how much you want it. I can see it in the way your nipples are begging to be sucked through that flimsy blouse." His hand reached out to caress her cheek, his thumb tracing a line down to her chin, tilting her head back to expose the softness of her neck. He leaned in, his hot breath tickling her ear. "And I know how wet your pussy gets when you think about me fucking you," he murmured, his words a dark promise that sent a shiver down her spine.

Chaitali's eyes closed as she felt her resolve slipping away, her body betraying her with a shiver of pleasure. "You're so crude," she whispered, but the protest was half-hearted, her voice a sultry purr that belied the fire in her belly.

Aditya chuckled, his hand sliding down to the waistband of her skirt. "But you love it, don't you, Ma?" he breathed, his fingers brushing against the bare flesh of her hip. "You love how filthy I make you feel."

Chaitali's eyes snapped open, a flash of panic crossing her features. "The CCTV," she gasped, pushing him back slightly. "Remember, this lift is being watched."

Aditya's smile grew wider, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I know, Ma," he said, his hand still resting on her hip. "That's what makes it so much hotter." He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her earlobe. "But we can't do anything here, can we?" His voice was a seductive murmur that sent a jolt of desire through her body, making her ache for the feel of him inside her.

[Vineeth412]

Awesome story!! I was really looking forward to mom son stories and your writing is exactly what I was looking for. Please keep posting the updates.

[Hotyyhard]

excellent start

[Mohit.Kumar]

The office was a maze of cubicles and conference rooms, the latter often serving as the stage for dramas far more intimate than corporate strategy. On this particular afternoon, the conference room on the 15th floor, usually a bastion of dry discussions and cold numbers, was to become the setting for an impromptu rendezvous that defied the very fabric of societal norms. The door, typically a bastion of professionalism, was about to be breached by the most primal of human connections.

The tension between them was palpable, a silent symphony of longing that played in the space between their bodies. The heels of her shoes clicked rhythmically on the marble floor, each step echoing like a seductive invitation through the empty halls.

With a flick of her wrist, she locked the door to the conference room, the sound as final as a prison cell's clank. She turned to face Aditya, her eyes dropping to his, and she felt the room shrink around them, the world outside fading to a distant murmur. She took a tentative step closer, their bodies now an inch apart, the heat from their skin mingling in the chilly office air. The scent of him, a potent cocktail of cologne and the promise of passion, invaded her nostrils, sending a shiver of want down her spine. Her hand, trembling slightly, reached for the top button of her blouse, her knuckles brushing against the soft swell of her breast.

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the dam of repression shattered. Aditya's hand, so much stronger and more insistent than she had ever imagined, found her waist, pulling her closer, until her breasts were pressed against his chest. The fabric of their clothes was the only barrier to the union their bodies craved, a flimsy shield against the tide of desire that had been building for so long. His touch was like fire against her skin, searing through the layers of self-control she had meticulously woven around herself.

Chaitali's breath hitched as she felt his hand move upward, tracing the curve of her waist, slipping under her blouse to caress the warm, velvety flesh of her back. Her own hand reached up to cup his cheek, feeling the rough stubble that had formed since the morning, a stark contrast to the softness of her palm. Aditya leaned in, and she could see the hunger in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored her own.

Their lips met in a fiery embrace, a passionate French kiss that seemed to defy the very fabric of time and space. His tongue slid into her mouth, a warm, wet intrusion that sent a jolt of electricity through her core. She moaned into the kiss, the sound a blend of surprise and surrender. Her hand tightened on his shoulder, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as she arched her body against his, eager for more of the contact that was both familiar and utterly taboo.

The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in a sensual duel that left them both gasping for air. She could taste the mint on his breath, feel the pulse of his heart beating in sync with hers. His free hand found the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair, tilting her head back to allow him better access to her mouth. The world outside the conference room ceased to exist, and all that remained was the heat, the passion, and the illicit thrill of their shared desire.

Chaitali felt her knees grow weak, and she clutched at him for support, her breasts aching with the need to be touched, to be caressed by those strong, calloused hands. His other hand drifted down to the hem of her skirt, lifting it slowly, revealing the tops of her stockings and the smooth, round globes of her buttocks. The contact was maddening, a silent promise of what was to come.

The kiss grew more frantic, more demanding, as their bodies melded together, a dance of lust that knew no boundaries. His hand slid up her thigh, feeling her thigh. His touch was like a brand, setting her alight with a need that she had never before dared to acknowledge, let alone indulge in. She moaned into his mouth, her hips rocking against him, seeking the friction that she knew would bring her closer to the edge.

Aditya' fingers deftly found the buttons of her blouse, each one releasing with a quiet pop that seemed to echo through the silent room. His hand slipped inside, his palm brushing against the soft lace of her bra. Her breath hitched as he cupped her breast, his thumb brushing against the taut nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The fabric of her blouse fell away, revealing the white plain bra that struggled to contain her ample curves. He pushed the bra cups aside, exposing her flesh to the cool air, and took a nipple in his mouth, suckling and teasing until it stood erect, a rosy beacon of desire.

The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that she had never allowed herself to feel. Her hand moved to the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him to her. She could feel the dampness growing between her legs, the heat of her arousal seeping through her panties and onto the smooth fabric of her skirt. His hand moved to her other breast, his fingers plucking and rolling the sensitive bud as his tongue continued to lavish attention on the first.

He took his time, savoring the sight, as if he were unwrapping a precious gift that had been hidden from him for far too long. The fabric of her blouse was cool against her back as it slithered to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her bra, skirt, and heels. Chaitali felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet more powerful than she had ever been. She watched in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows as Aditya's eyes devoured her, the desire in his gaze a heady aphrodisiac.

"Take it off," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. The command was gentle, yet firm, a soft whisper that sent a shiver of anticipation through her body. She knew what he meant, what he wanted to see. With trembling fingers, she reached behind her, unhooking the bra, the straps slipping down her arms. She let it fall, and her breasts spilled out, the heavy orbs swaying slightly with the movement. They were not the firm, high breasts of a young girl; they were the breasts of a woman who had lived, a woman who had loved, and a woman who had fed a child. They were breasts that had borne the weight of years and gravity, and yet, hey were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

[Vineeth412]

Thanks for the update

[Mohit.Kumar]

Aditya stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers, as he took in the sight of her naked breasts. He reached out, his hands cupping them, weighing them in his palms, as if he were trying to measure the depth of her passion. His thumbs grazed the sensitive skin, circling her areolas before finding her nipples, which he pinched lightly, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She gasped, the sensation so intense that she could feel the wetness between her legs spreading.

He leaned in again, his breath hot against her skin, and took one of her nipples in his mouth, suckling greedily, his teeth grazing the tender peak. She could feel his cock pressing against the fabric of his pants, a clear indication of his arousal. Chaitali's hands found the zipper of his trousers, eager to release him, but Aditya gently pushed them away. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers, and unbuckled his belt, his pants falling to the floor. His erection sprang free, thick and proud, the tip glistening with precum.

He took her hand and placed it on his cock, wrapping her fingers around it. "Show me what you can do," he breathed, his voice a seductive command. Chaitali's hand began to move, her palm gliding over the velvety skin, her thumb caressing the sensitive underside. She felt his girth, the heat of him, and marveled at the power she held in her hand.

As she stroked him, Aditya returned his attention to her breasts, his fingers kneading and teasing the soft flesh, his eyes never leaving hers. He grew bolder, his hands squeezing and molding her tits, his thumbs circling the swollen peaks. Chaitali's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure from his touch overwhelming. Her hand on his cock grew more confident, her strokes more urgent, matching the rhythm of his breathing.

Suddenly, Aditya's expression changed, his eyes darkening with a hunger that was almost animalistic. "Ma," he rasped, the word a mix of love and lust that sent a shockwave through her core, "I need more. Give me a titty fuck."

The crude order sent a thrill through Chaitali's body, a thrill that was equal parts shock and arousal. She had never heard those words spoken so intimately, and certainly never directed at her. Yet, she found herself eager to obey, her hand releasing his cock.

[Mohit.Kumar]

Suddenly, Aditya's expression changed, his eyes darkening with a hunger that was almost animalistic.

"Ma," he rasped, the word a mix of love and lust that sent a shockwave through her core, "I need more. Give me a titty fuck."

With trembling legs, she sank to her knees on the plush conference room carpet. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as Aditya's hand guided her to his thick, pulsing erection.

Chaitali looked up at him, her doe eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She felt the weight of his cock in her palms, the heat of it seeping into her skin. The tip grazed the swell of her breasts, leaving a trail of precum that glistened in the muted office light. With a soft, almost reverent touch, she brought her breasts together, creating a warm, welcoming tunnel of flesh for him to slide into.

Aditya's hand guided his cock between her breasts, and she felt the shiver run through his body as she began to move them in a slow, rhythmic motion. The sight of her son's cock disappearing and reappearing from between her tits was like nothing she had ever seen before, and it only served to heighten her arousal.

The head of his penis kissed her chin with every stroke, and she watched, transfixed, as the muscles in his abdomen tightened and released. She could feel the slickness of his precum coating her skin, mixing with the scent of their desire that now filled the room.

Her breaths grew ragged as she watched him, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his hand tangled in her hair. She felt the power of her own body, the seductive sway of her hips as she worked him with her breasts, and she knew that she had him in her thrall.

The fabric of her skirt whispered against the back of her legs as she leaned back slightly, creating a deeper valley for him to thrust into. He took the cue, his hips moving in time with hers, his cock sliding effortlessly between her mounds. The sound of his flesh against hers was a primal melody that drew her closer to the edge of reason.

Chaitali's eyes never left Aditya's, watching as the tension built in his features, his jaw tightening, his nostrils flaring with every gasp of pleasure. She felt a surge of power in knowing she could give this to him, that she could be the source of such intense, all-consuming ecstasy. Her own desire grew with every stroke, her pussy clenching with the need to be filled by him.

With a growl, Aditya pulled away, his cock glistening with the sheen of their mingled arousal. He reached down, gripping her under the arms, and lifted her to her feet. The sudden movement was dizzying, her breasts swaying as he kissed her again, his hands sliding down to cup her ass.

"Ma," he said, his voice low and demanding, "get on that chair. And take those fucking panties off, slow."
 

[Mohit.Kumar]

Chaitali's heart raced at the sound of the vulgar words coming from her son's mouth, but she was too far gone to protest. She stepped away from him and walked to the high-backed chair at the head of the conference table, lifting her skirt up to her  waist. Her legs felt like jelly as she sat down, the leather cool against the heat of her skin. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down, inch by torturous inch.

 

"Fuck, Ma," Aditya groaned, his eyes glued to the show she was putting on. "You're so fucking hot."

 

Chaitali couldn't help but smirk, feeling a thrill at his crudeness. "Is that how you talk to all the girls?" she teased, her voice a sultry purr.

 

Aditya's eyes narrowed, the hunger in them growing more feral. "Just you, Ma," he said, his voice thick with desire. "You're the only one who makes me this crazy." He stepped closer, his cock jutting out from his body, demanding her attention. "Now spread those legs and let me see what's been driving me wild for so long."

 

Chaitali complied, her legs parting like a blooming flower, revealing the glistening wetness between her thighs. She watched as Aditya's gaze dropped to her pussy, his eyes darkening even further. "Fuck," he murmured, the word a benediction, a curse, a declaration of war on their shared sanity.

 

"You like what you see?" she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm and need. "You've been staring at it for long enough."

 

"More than you fucking know," he grunted, his cock twitching in anticipation. "I've had wet dreams about this pussy since I was old enough to know what one was."

 

The words, so raw and unfiltered, sent a jolt through Chaitali. She had never heard such vulgarity from her son, and the realization that he had fantasized about her in such a way only served to fuel her own desire. She leaned back in the chair, her legs spread wide, and watched as he approached, his eyes never leaving the slick folds of her sex.

 

"You dirty boy," she murmured, her voice a mix of maternal reprimand and lustful invitation. "Look at what you've turned your own mother into."

 

Aditya didn't miss a beat, his eyes never leaving the juncture of her thighs. He stepped closer, reaching down to roughly bunch her skirt up around her waist, exposing her to him completely. He didn't bother with finesse, didn't try to be gentle or coy. He was a man possessed, driven by a hunger that had been festering for too long. The skirt was a barrier that had to be conquered, and conquer it he did, lifting her legs and placing them on the armrests of the chair, opening her up like a treasure chest waiting to be plundered.

 

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So eager, so fucking wet for me."

 

"Your language," Chaitali gasped, trying to sound scandalized, but her protests were weak, her voice a mere breath against the storm of passion that raged within her.

 

"What?" Aditya shot back, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "You don't like dirty talk?" He leaned in closer, his cock brushing against her inner thigh. "You want me to talk sweet, tell you how pretty you are?"

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"No," Chaitali gasped, her eyes never leaving his. "I want you to tell me how much you want to fuck me, how much you need this, how much you crave me."
 
Aditya's grin grew wider, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the office. "Fine," he said, his voice a low growl. "You want dirty talk, I'll give you dirty talk."
 
He reached down, his hand caressing her inner thigh, his fingers inching closer to the heat that awaited him. "Look at you," he murmured, "spread out for me like a fucking feast. Your cunt is so wet, Ma, it's practically begging for my cock."
 
Chaitali felt a rush of wetness at his words, the vulgarity of them only adding to the thrill. "Aditya," she moaned, her voice a shaky whisper, "you're so crude." But the protest was feeble, the desire in her eyes betraying her.
 
With a smirk that was all cocky arrogance, Aditya dropped to his knees. He took in the sight of his mother's exposed sex, her plump pussy lips glistening with arousal. "Fuck yeah, I'm crude," he said, "and I'm about to show you just how much of a dirty boy I can be."
 
He leaned in, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh, and Chaitali felt her body shiver with anticipation. "But, Ma," he whispered, "aren't you just a little bit of a dirty girl too? I mean, you're sitting here with your legs open wide, begging for it, aren't you?"
 
Chaitali could feel her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Aditya," she murmured, her voice a soft scold, "you shouldn't talk to me like that." But the way she said it, the way her eyes glazed over with lust, told him she didn't mean a word of it.
 
"Why not, Ma?" he challenged, his fingers tracing the line of her slit. "You know you want it. You know you're as dirty as I am."
 
Without waiting for her response, Aditya leaned in and pressed his mouth against her wet, swollen pussy. The sound of his tongue lapping at her juices was obscene in the hallowed hush of the conference room. Chaitali's body jerked, her hands flying to grip the armrests of the chair, as a moan tore from her throat.
 
"Oh, fuck, Aditya," she gasped, her voice thick with arousal. "Your tongue feels so good, so...so dirty."

[Mohit.Kumar]

"You like that, Ma?" He smirked against her skin, his tongue swirling around her clit, his breath hot and moist. "You like it when your son makes you feel like a cheap whore?"
 
"Yes, oh God, yes," she moaned, her hips bucking against his face. "I've never felt so alive, so...so...used."
 
Aditya's tongue plunged into her, deep and demanding, tasting the musky sweetness that was uniquely his mother's. He lapped at her juices, savoring the tang of her arousal, feeling the way her walls tightened around him. Chaitali's legs trembled as she felt the pressure building, her orgasm coiling tighter and tighter in her belly.
 
"Yeah, Ma," he murmured, his voice muffled by her flesh, "you like that, don't you? You like it when I eat your pussy like a fucking animal."
 
"Yes," she panted, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh God, yes. Don't stop, Aditya. Don't ever stop."
 
Her words were like a drug to him, spurring him on as he feasted on her, his tongue delving into the warm, wet recesses of her cunt. "You're so fucking delicious, Ma," he murmured, his voice vibrating against her clit. "I could eat you out all day."
 
"Aditya, please," she begged, her voice a desperate whine, "I need more. I need you to fuck me."
 
He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "Oh, Ma, you're going to get so much more than you bargained for," he promised, his tongue sliding out of her pussy with a wet pop. He stood, his cock bobbing in front of her, and Chaitali couldn't help but stare.
 
With a wink, Aditya reached over and adjusted the chair to a reclining position, the leather groaning softly in protest. He leaned over her, his hand pushing her shoulders down until she was lying back, her legs still spread wide, her pussy exposed to the ceiling. "This is going to be the best fucking office chair you've ever had," he murmured, his cock bobbing with every word.

[Mohit.Kumar]

"What are you doing?" Chaitali asked, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal.
 
"I'm just making sure we're both comfortable," Aditya said with a wink, his voice thick with lust. "After all, we wouldn't want you to miss out on any of the fun, would we?"
 
With a groan, Chaitali sank back into the chair, the leather cool against her fevered skin. She watched as Aditya stepped out of his pants, his erection standing tall and proud. He was beautiful, all lean muscle and taut skin, and she felt a surge of pride that this man, this creature of passion, was her son.
 
"Look at you," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "So eager to fuck your own mother."
 
Aditya chuckled, the sound dark and full of promise. "You know it, Ma," he said, stroking his cock. "I think of this all the time. Your tight little cunt begging for my dick, your big, round tits bouncing as I fuck you senseless."
 
Chaitali felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. "You're such a dirty boy," she murmured, licking her lips. "But I've always known what you really want."
 
"And what's that?" Aditya asked, his hand still working his cock, the veins standing out in stark relief against the dark skin.
 
"This," Chaitali said, her voice low and needy, her eyes never leaving the sight of her son's erection. She reached out and grabbed the base of his cock, her hand looking so small and delicate in comparison. "This is what you want."
 
With a grin that was all teeth and lust, Aditya positioned himself between her legs, his cock nudging against her slick folds. "You know it, Ma," he said, his voice a guttural growl. "Now, let's see if you can handle it."
 
He teased her with the tip of his cock, tracing her slit with the pre-cum glistening at the head. "Look at you," he said, his eyes gleaming with a wicked light, "soaking wet, begging for me to fill you up."
 
"You're such a naughty boy," Chaitali whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "What would people say if they knew what we're doing?"
 
Aditya smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "They'd say we're fucking animals," he said, his cock sliding along her wetness, "but you love it, don't you?"
 
Chaitali moaned, her hips lifting to meet him. "Yes," she hissed, "I love it. Now fuck me, Aditya. Fuck me like you've never fucked me before."
 
He chuckled, the sound a dark promise that sent another shiver of anticipation through her. "Oh, Ma," he murmured, "you have no idea what I'm capable of."
 
Aditya positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy, the tip of his cock just barely breaching her, and Chaitali felt herself clench around him, her body begging for more. "Please," she whimpered, "I need it all."
 
"You're going to get it all," Aditya promised, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to slide into her, inch by torturous inch. "But I'm going to make you beg for every single fucking bit of it."
 
Chaitali's eyes widened with a mix of shock and excitement as she felt the thickness of her son's cock stretch her open, filling her in a way she had never been filled before. "Please," she gasped, the word a desperate plea that seemed to hang in the air. "Please, Aditya, don't tease me like this."
 
"Oh, Ma," he chuckled, his cock moving in and out of her in a slow, deliberate rhythm that was pure torture. "But where's the fun in that?" He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Besides, you look so fucking beautiful when you're begging for it."

Chaitali felt her face flush with both embarrassment and arousal. The filthy words, the way he talked about her, it was all so wrong, so deliciously wrong. "Please," she gasped, her voice strained, "fuck me harder."
 
Aditya smirked, his cock still playing at her entrance. "You're such a greedy slut, aren't you, Ma?" he said, his voice low and taunting. "You want all of this, don't you?"
 
"Yes," Chaitali moaned, her voice a desperate whine, "yes, I want all of you."
 
"You're going to get it," Aditya promised, his voice a dark purr that sent another tremor of need through her. "But you have to ask nicely."

[Mohit.Kumar]

"Please," Chaitali begged, her voice a breathy whine that seemed to echo in the quiet conference room, "please, Aditya. Fuck me hard. Make me feel like a whore for you."

 

Aditya's smile grew wolfish, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Say it again," he demanded, his cock still hovering at her entrance, the tip just barely dipping inside her. "Tell me what a dirty slut you are."

 

"I'm a dirty slut," Chaitali moaned, her voice trembling with need. "I'm your dirty slut, Aditya. Now please, fuck me hard."

 

Aditya chuckled, the sound sending a thrill through her. "That's better," he murmured, his cock finally sliding into her fully, the thickness of him making her gasp. "You're such a good little slut for me, Ma."

 

"Fuck, Aditya," Chaitali panted, her nails digging into the leather armrests of the chair. "You're so big, so...so...fucking perfect."

 

Aditya leaned in, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, his breath hot against her neck. "You're the perfect fit for me, Ma," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Tight, wet, and so fucking hungry."

 

Chaitali couldn't respond, her body was lost to the sensation of his cock filling her up, stretching her in a way she had never felt before. The word "son" had been replaced with "lover," and the taboo only served to heighten the pleasure that washed over her.

[Mohit.Kumar]

"You're so fucking tight, Ma," Aditya grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as he began to piston in and out of her. "Your cunt is made for me, isn't it?"

 

Chaitali's breaths were coming in ragged gasps now, her body a canvas of sensation as her son's filthy words painted a picture of depravity that she couldn't resist. "Yes," she moaned, her voice a strangled cry, "it's all for you, Aditya."

 

"You're mine," he growled, his hips pumping into hers, his cock claiming her with every brutal stroke. "MINE."

 

The word echoed through the conference room, a declaration of ownership that sent a shiver down Chaitali's spine. She had never felt so desired, so consumed by another's lust. "Y-yes," she managed to gasp out, her body a trembling mess beneath his powerful form. "I'm yours, Aditya. Your dirty, whorish mother."

 

He groaned at her words, his hips picking up the pace, his cock slamming into her with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Say it again. Tell me how much you love being my fuck toy."

 

Chaitali's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure so intense she could barely form coherent thoughts. "I love it," she panted, the words spilling out of her mouth like a confession. "I love being your dirty little slut."

 

Aditya's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts growing more erratic as he drove into her with an animalistic fervour. "That's it," he grunted, his breath hot and ragged against her neck. "You love it when your son fucks you like a cheap whore, don't you?"

 

"Yes," Chaitali whimpered, her voice a throaty moan. "Oh, God, yes. Fuck me, Aditya. Make me your dirty little slut."

 

Her son's cock plunged into her with a force that made her see stars, her pussy clenching around him, desperate to keep him inside. His filthy talk only served to fuel the fire that was burning in her core, turning her into a creature of pure need and want. She had never felt so alive, so alive with the thrill of the forbidden.