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.
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.
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.
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