The Fruit of Forbidden Love: Taboo sex in an apartment

[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 Chaitali-verse.

He looked down at her, his eyes full of adoration and need. He murmured, "I have something to relax us." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet. Chaitali's eyes widened in surprise as he rolled a joint with the ease of someone who had done it a hundred times before. She had never tried marijuana, but she was willing to do anything to share in this newfound intimacy with him.

He lit the joint, holding it to her lips. She took a tentative drag, the smoke filling her lungs and making her cough. He chuckled, taking the joint from her and taking a long pull himself before passing it back. She tried again, this time managing not to choke, and the sweet, musky scent filled her senses.

They passed the joint back and forth, their eyes locked, their bodies still entwined. The warmth spread through her, a pleasant buzz that heightened every sensation. She felt her inhibitions melt away like wax in the sun, leaving her open and pliant in his arms.

Aditya took the last drag and then crushed the roach between his fingers. "Come," he said, his voice a little slurred, "let's go to the sofa."

He helped her down from the table, her legs feeling wobbly and unsteady. The room spun slightly, but she found herself laughing, the world around her seeming softer, more malleable.

Aditya now guided her to the sofa, and with a gentle push made her get on her knees on the sofa. Aditya knelt behind her, his cock still hard and demanding. He took a moment to appreciate the view—her round ass, the dimples at the base of her spine, the way her back arched like a bow.
 
He positioned himself, his cock nudging against her wet entrance from behind. She gasped as he pushed inside her, the sensation of his thickness filling her once more. The high from the joint made everything feel more intense, more alive.
 
He began to fuck her in doggy style, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her. The sofa creaked beneath them, a testament to their passion. Chaitali's moans grew louder, her body moving in sync with his thrusts, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure.
 
Her big breasts swayed with every movement, the weight of them feeling like a delicious burden. Aditya leaned over her, his breath hot against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. She reached back, her hand finding his, and she felt him squeeze her hip, urging her to take more of him.

The world narrowed to the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her, the slap of his balls against her thighs, the tight grip of his hand in her hair as he pulled her back for a deep, hungry kiss. The potent combination of lust and the mellow high had her floating on a cloud of pleasure, her orgasm building once more. Her pussy tightened around him, her walls clenching as she approached the peak. Aditya could feel it, and he increased his pace, driving into her with a ferocity that had her crying out.

Then she was there, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. Aditya followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her once more. They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat and the faint scent of marijuana.

For a few moments, the only sound was their harsh breaths and the distant hum of the city. Chaitali felt a sense of peace wash over her, a calmness that she hadn't known in years. She knew that she had crossed a line, but in that moment, she didn't care. This was her son, her lover, and she was his, completely and utterly.

Aditya kissed her neck, his hands caressing her back. "You know," he whispered, "this is just the beginning."

Chaitali knew that he was right.

Aditya had always been a bit of a tease, and as she lay there, her body slack with pleasure, his mischievous smile grew wider. He reached for her smartphone, his thumbs dancing over the screen with a deftness that spoke of countless hours spent scrolling through social media feeds and playing games. His eyes never left hers as he snapped a few photos of them together, their bodies tangled in a mess of passion on the dining table.
 

[Mohit.Kumar]

Chaitali's phone vibrated gently on her desk. She glanced at the screen, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Aditya's name light up. The message was simple and direct: "Come to me, sending location." Despite her racing pulse, she calmly finished typing the last few words of the email she had been working on before standing up from her desk. Her eyes lingered over the words "See you soon," feeling a thrill of anticipation mixed with the ever-present guilt. She had become adept at hiding her secret desires beneath a veneer of calm professionalism.

As she made her way through the bustling office, her mind was a whirlwind of excitement and trepidation. The affair had started innocently enough—comforting glances that lingered a little too long, accidental touches that seemed to hold an unspoken promise, and whispers of shared secrets that grew increasingly intimate. But now, it had become something much more than she had ever dared to dream of, a clandestine passion that threatened to consume her entirely. Her plump, curvaceous body swayed with the seductive rhythm of a dance only she knew as she approached the elevator, the weight of her 38D breasts feeling heavier than ever before.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a few colleagues already inside. Chaitali stepped in, pressing the button for the lobby with a trembling finger. The scent of her perfume filled the small space, mingling with the aroma of fresh coffee and the faint hint of sweat from the day's oppressive heat. She leaned against the railing, her mind racing as she tried to compose herself. The reflection in the mirrored walls revealed the blush creeping up her neck, a silent betrayal of her inner turmoil. Her eyes darted to the phone in her hand, the screen displaying the location he had sent: a nearby residential complex.

The elevator descended, each floor ticking away like the beats of a metronome counting down to a crescendo of desire. When it finally reached the ground floor, she stepped out into the air-conditioned lobby, the coolness a stark contrast to the heat outside. She walked through the revolving doors, the sun's glow kissing her skin and casting a warm glow over her plump, voluptuous figure. The world outside moved in a blur as she stepped into the awaiting cab, her mind filled with images of Aditya's strong arms and the way he looked at her with a hunger that no one else had ever seen.

The car pulled away from the curb, the engine's purr mimicking the steady throb between her legs. She checked the message again, her eyes lingering over the pin drop on the map. It was a dingy part of town, the kind of place where secrets were whispered and desires could be bought by the hour. As the taxi wove through the crowded streets, she felt a strange sense of liberation, the cacophony of the city fading into the background as she became lost in thoughts of her illicit rendezvous. The tightness in her chest grew with each passing moment, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasp. She knew that today would be different; she could feel it in the way her skin prickled with anticipation.

Finally, the cab stopped outside a nondescript apartment building. She paid the driver, her hands shaking slightly, and stepped out into the humid air. She smoothed her hair and took a deep breath, straightening her blouse before walking into the lobby. The message had been clear: Aditya was expecting her. The elevator ride up was an eternity, her reflection in the mirrored walls showing a woman on the brink of something forbidden and delicious. The doors slid open with a soft ding, revealing a hallway that smelled faintly of curry and the sweet scent of incense. She found the right door and knocked softly, her heart hammering in her chest.

Aditya opened the door, his eyes widening at the sight of her. He had not expected her to come so soon. Vivek was still in the apartment. “Ma, what are you doing here?" He tried to sound surprised, but his voice betrayed the excitement in his eyes. Chaitali looked at him, her cheeks flushed and her breath heavy. "You asked me to come," she said, holding up her phone.

Vivek looked up from his textbook, his gaze flickering between Aditya and his mother. "Oh, hello Aunty," he said, standing up from the couch. His eyes swept over Chaitali's voluptuous figure, taking in the way her sari clung to her curves.

Aditya stepped aside, ushering her in. "Ma, this is Vivek, my friend from college. He's staying with me for a bit while we work on a project." "Namaste, Aunty," Vivek said, bowing his head slightly. Chaitali returned the gesture with a small smile, her eyes lingering on the young man's fit physique. "Nice to meet you, Vivek. How is your studies going?" "They're good, thank you," Vivek replied, trying to ignore the way his friend's mother looked at him.

Aditya could feel the tension in the room thicken like the humidity outside. He knew what he had to do. "Vivek, I think we're all set for now. Why don't you go grab some lunch?" He handed Vivek a few notes. "My treat." Vivek looked at him, puzzled. "But we just started." "We're on a good streak," Aditya said with a wink. "Better not to break it."

Vivek shrugged, pocketing the money. "Alright, if you say so." He grabbed his keys and headed for the door. "See you later, Aunty," he said over his shoulder.

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, Chaitali turned to her son. "What is this, Aditya?" He stepped closer to her, his hand sliding up her arm. "I wanted you to meet Vivek," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. Her body responded instinctively, a shiver running down her spine. "Why?". "Because," he said, his voice low and seductive, "I have a little surprise for you."

Aditya led her into the bedroom, his eyes never leaving hers. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the harsh afternoon sun at bay. He closed the door behind them, his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the bed. Chaitali felt a rush of heat as she sat down, her heart racing. She could feel the weight of her breasts pressing against the fabric of her blouse, her nipples hardening with each breath she took.

Aditya stood in front of her, his gaze lingering on her cleavage. He reached out, his thumb tracing a line along the neckline of her blouse. "Ma," he said, his voice barely a whisper, "I think it's time we had some fun."

Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of hesitation, but all she saw was a burning desire that mirrored her own. She leaned back into the pillows, her breath hitching as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the soft, creamy flesh beneath.

He took his time, savouring every inch of exposed skin, his eyes devouring her like a starving man at a feast. His hand cupped her breast, the weight of it feeling like a heavenly burden in his palm. Chaitali's breath caught in her throat as his thumb grazed her nipple, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

Her eyes fluttered closed as he bent down to kiss her, his lips tender yet hungry. The scent of him—musky and male—filled her nose, making her head swim. His mouth trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

With trembling hands, she began to untie her sari. The fabric fell away, revealing her plump, rounded stomach and the dark thatch of hair between her thighs. Aditya's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her, his own desire palpable in the air. He knelt before her, his gaze never leaving hers as he reached for the waistband of her petticoat. He pulled the garment down, exposing her fully to his gaze. Chaitali's heart hammered in her chest as she watched him, his eyes full of wonder and need. The room was silent save for the sound of their ragged breaths and the distant murmur of the city outside.

Aditya leaned in, his nose nuzzling against her wet, swollen folds. The sensation of his warm breath sent a shiver through her, and she let out a soft moan. He took his time, kissing and licking the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, his tongue tracing patterns that made her squirm with pleasure

When he finally pressed his lips to her most intimate place, she gasped. His mouth was soft yet insistent, his tongue delving deep within her. Chaitali's hands gripped the bedsheets, her body arching involuntarily as he found her clit with unerring precision. He sucked and licked, the sensation sending her spiralling closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Her thighs trembled as he worked her, his fingers joining the dance to spread her wider, his thumb circling her opening as he feasted on her. The pressure built within her, a coil of tension that tightened with each stroke of his tongue.

Aditya felt her body tighten around his mouth, her legs quivering as she approached climax. He increased his pace, his tongue flicking faster over her swollen bud, savouring the taste of her arousal. The musky scent of her sex filled his nostrils, driving him wild.

Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his face as he brought her closer and closer to the brink. Chaitali's eyes flew open, and she watched him, the sight of his head buried between her legs almost too much to bear. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing with the force of it, her cries echoing through the room.

As the tremors subsided, she collapsed back onto the bed, panting and trembling. Aditya looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Ma," he whispered, "you taste so sweet."

Chaitali reached down, her hand tangling in his hair. "Aditya," she murmured, her voice husky with desire, "don't stop."

Their eyes met, and she could see the raw hunger in his gaze. He didn't need any further encouragement. He buried his face back into her sex, his tongue lapping at her sensitive flesh as if he couldn't get enough. She felt herself building towards another peak, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.

The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the exquisite pleasure he was giving her. His tongue danced and played, bringing her to the edge once more. But Aditya had more in store for her. He stood up, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. "Ma," he said, his voice thick with need, "now it's your turn." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

Chaitali looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire. She had never seen him like this before—so raw, so powerful. She felt a thrill of excitement, a heady mix of fear and arousal. This was her son, and yet, in this moment, he was a man, demanding her attention, her submission.

With trembling hands, she reached out to touch him, her fingers wrapping around his girth. He was so much bigger than she had ever imagined, and the thought of taking him into her mouth was almost overwhelming. But she knew she had to do it; the need in his eyes was unmistakable, and she craved the power she had over him.