Shameless Mother - I(Sunita) caught my son - late at night(Video 1) - Scene 10

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Intro:

My name is Sunita Sharma, and I live with my family in Bangalore. We stay in a gated society called Green View Residency. It is a tall apartment building with lots of green plants around, and in the evenings children play outside while neighbours walk around and chat. We live in a simple 2BHK flat on the fourth floor. Downstairs there is a small living room with a comfortable sofa and a TV, a kitchen that usually smells of my cooking, and one bathroom. Upstairs, there are two bedrooms connected by a short hallway, and the marble floor stays cool, which feels nice during hot days.

My husband’s name is Rakesh. He is 36 years old and works as an accountant in a company. He leaves early every morning to catch the bus to work. He is quiet, caring, and thoughtful. Sometimes he brings me flowers, and he often helps with small things around the house. We had an arranged marriage many years ago, and over time our relationship has become calm and steady. We enjoy simple moments together like drinking tea, watching television, and talking about our day.

Our son, Aditya, is 18 years old and studying in his first year of engineering college. He travels to college by bike or bus and spends most of his time studying or working on his laptop. He is tall like his father and has my eyes. He is very loving and always calls me “Maa” with a warm smile. He helps with groceries and small chores at home. Rakesh is a little strict with him about his studies, but we are both very proud of him.

We are a comfortable middle-class family. We do not have a car, but we have everything we need, including good food, Aditya’s college fees, and small treats like eating out once a month. Our home is filled with everyday family sounds such as morning prayers, the pressure cooker whistling, cricket matches playing on the TV, and laughter during dinner. We are a close family, the usual Indian kind where everyone cares deeply for one another. This is our life as the Sharma family, living simply and happily in Bangalore.
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Scene 1: The Hallway in the Dark

It was the middle of the night, and our flat was completely quiet. I(Sunita) woke up needing to use the bathroom. Rakesh was sleeping deeply beside me, one arm across the pillow, breathing slow and steady. I slipped out of bed carefully so I wouldn’t disturb him. My cotton nightgown brushed softly against my legs as I walked barefoot down the hallway.
The bathroom is downstairs, so I had to pass Aditya’s room.

As I walked past his door, a low sound made me stop. It wasn’t loud—just soft moans coming from inside. Clear enough in the silent house. Porn. I almost smiled to myself. Aditya is 18  now, in college. Of course he watches things like that. It’s normal. I kept walking to the bathroom.

But on the way back, curiosity got the better of me. I didn’t plan to listen—I told myself I would just go straight to bed—but my feet slowed down. I stopped right outside his door.
The sounds were clearer now. Aditya’s breathing was quick and uneven. Then a woman’s voice came from the video, breathless and pleading.

“Please, beta… give it to me harder. Your papa is sleeping… he won’t know.”
I froze.
The woman kept going, voice shaking.
“Cum inside Maa, baby… fill me up. It’s our secret.”

My stomach flipped. This wasn’t just any porn. This was mother-son. The words were clear and unmistakable.
I stepped away fast and quiet, heart beating hard. Back in bed, I lay wide awake next to Rakesh, staring at the dark ceiling. I wasn’t angry—just shocked. I never thought my own son would be into something like that. And the picture in my head of what he might be imagining… it made me uncomfortable in a way I couldn’t explain.

Morning came. Aditya was still asleep. Before getting out of bed, I turned to Rakesh and told him everything in a low voice—how I had heard the video, what the woman had said, all of it. I felt a little silly admitting I had stopped to listen, expecting him to say something at me for being nosy.
Instead, Rakesh went quiet for a second. Then he gave a small smile.

“You’re not the only one who’s had thoughts like that,” he said softly.
I looked at him. “What do you mean?”
He looked a little shy, then met my eyes.
“I… I’ve had those thoughts too. Sometimes when we’re together, I imagine something forbidden. It makes everything feel more intense. I never told you because I wasn’t sure you’d understand.”

I blinked, trying to take it in.
“You mean… mother-son stuff?”
He nodded, cheeks turning a little pink. “Yes. I know it’s just fantasy. But it turns me on. A lot.”
I didn’t know what to say at first. But I didn’t pull away. We talked—really talked. I told him I wasn’t judging him. That I loved him, and if it was something he needed in the bedroom, we could try it.

Over the next few weeks, things changed between us. We started playing with the idea—first brother-sister roleplay, which surprised us both by how hot it felt. Then, slowly, it shifted to mother-son.

At first it was just words. “Call me Maa,” I whispered one night.
He did. And it sent a jolt through both of us.
A week ago, things went further. We were in bed, bodies pressed close, moving together. I looked up at him, eyes dark with need.
“Call me by his name,” I breathed. “Just once. Please.”
Rakesh stopped moving. His heart pounded against me.
“You mean… Aditya’s name?”
I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes.”
He hesitated. It felt like crossing a line we couldn’t come back from.
But the look in my eyes—the raw want, the trust—made him give in.
He leaned down, voice low and rough.
“Okay… Maa.”
And just like that, the air in the room changed completely.

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Scene 2


The game with Rakesh had opened a door I couldn't close. Once we started pretending, the real thing became an itch I couldn't scratch.

Two nights later, at exactly 2:00 a.m., my eyes snapped open. Rakesh was snoring softly, totally out of it. My body felt hot and restless under the sheets. I needed to know. I needed to see.
I slipped out of bed, my heart already beating a little faster. The house was silent and dark as I crept down the stairs. I didn't just want to listen this time. I wanted to watch.
I stopped outside Aditya’s door. The faint blue light from his laptop screen was spilling from underneath. I held my breath, lowered myself slowly to the floor, and pressed my eye against the cold metal of the keyhole.
My breath caught in my throat.
He was sitting back in his chair, legs spread wide, pants down around his ankles. And there it was. It was huge. Much thicker than I expected, angry and swollen, pointing straight up at the ceiling. I couldn't believe this was my little boy. He was a man, fully grown and hard as a rock.
On his screen, the same kind of video was playing—soft, dirty whispers of a woman begging her son. Aditya was stroking himself, his hand moving up and down the shaft with a steady, wet slap.

I watched, mesmerized. It was forbidden. It was wrong. And it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
He was biting his lip, eyes glued to the screen. I strained my ears and heard the tinny sound of the video.
"Mom... please... let me put it in..."
A jolt of pure electricity shot straight to my groin. He was watching it again. My son, clutching his cock, watching fantasies about sleeping with his mother, while his real mother watched him through a hole in the door.


My hunger took over. I couldn't just watch. I leaned against the doorframe, careful not to make a sound, and slid my hand under my nightgown. My panties were already soaked. I pushed them aside and found my clit, swollen and aching.

That’s it, beta, I thought, rubbing my clit, my eyes locked on his moving hand. Enjoy your dirty secret. Maa is watching.
He arched his back suddenly, his hips bucking up off the chair.
"Maa..." he breathed out—a barely-there whisper, but I heard it. I swear I heard it.


I was rubbing myself, matching his rhythm. Every time his hand jerked on his cock, my fingers circled faster. It was maddeningly hot—watching the fruit of my own womb pleasuring himself, while I touched myself just inches away.

"Oh god..." I mouthed silently, biting my lip. He looked so good. So powerful.
Aditya’s hand moved faster. His head fell back, his hips bucking up from the chair. He was close.
"Yes... yes..." he hissed through his teeth.

A second later, he groaned, a long, deep sound of release, and I saw the white spurts land on his stomach. I bit my own lip so hard I tasted copper, stifling a moan as I rubbed myself harder, riding the edge of my own climax just watching him unravel. My hips twitched uncontrollably, and as the first wave of pleasure hit me, my knee knocked against the wooden door with a dull thud.

Aditya froze mid-stroke.
Panic cold-cocked me. I didn't wait. I scrambled up, bare feet gripping the floor, and practically flew up the stairs into the shadows of the landing. I moved just fast enough.
Below, I heard his door creak open.
I pressed myself against the wall upstairs, heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I listened.
Aditya stepped into the hallway. "Hello?" he whispered, his voice rough and confused.
Silence.
Then, I heard him shift. He must have looked down. right where I had been crouching. In my rush, I hadn't realized how wet I was. I knew, with a sinking, thrilling feeling, that I had left a few clear, shiny drops of my own juices on the marble floor.
There was a long pause. He didn't go back inside immediately. He was looking at the spot. Maybe touching it. He had to be suspicious. He had to know someone was there, listening to him, getting wet for him.
Finally, his door clicked shut.
I crept back into the bedroom and slid under the covers next to Rakesh, trembling. I wasn't scared anymore. I was on fire.
I lay there in the dark, breathing hard, my hand going back between my legs to finish what I started. The thought of Aditya seeing those wet spots—knowing his mother was outside his door, leaking for his cock—made me clamp my thighs together.
Next time... next time I wouldn't run so fast.

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Scene 3

Arre, that morning I woke up even before the sun properly came out. My body was on fire, still throbbing from last night’s memory. The way Aditya’s cock looked in that blue light, the way he whispered “Maa”… it kept playing in my head.

I felt so ashamed, but at the same time so shameless. He is my son, the child I carried for nine months, the baby I fed at my breast… and now I was dreaming of him in the dirtiest way. I should feel guilty, na? But instead I felt this hot, aching need deep inside. I wanted him to look at me like a woman, not just Maa. I wanted to see that hunger in his eyes again. God forgive me, I didn’t care anymore if it was wrong.

Rakesh left for office early, kissing my forehead like always. As soon as the door closed, I got up, heart beating fast. I made Aditya’s favourite idlis and chutney, but my mind was only on him. I chose a light blue cotton saree, dbangd it low on my hips so my waist showed nicely, blouse tight and short, no bra. My nipples were already hard, poking through the thin cloth. I felt like a bad woman, but it excited me more.

Aditya came down, sleepy-eyed, in T-shirt and grey shorts. He looked so handsome, my tall, strong boy. When he saw me, his eyes flicked over my body quickly, then away. I smiled inside, he noticed.

“Good morning, beta,” I said softly, serving him. I went behind him to keep the chutney, and pressed close, my full breasts brushing his shoulder slowly, deliberately. I felt him stiffen, his breath catch. A current ran straight to my chut(pussy). So warm, so soft against his strong shoulder… I wanted to stay there longer.

He reached for ketchup, and a big drop fell on his thigh. Before he could wipe, I leaned over him again from behind, my breasts pressing harder this time. I scooped the ketchup with two fingers, slow-slow, then brought them to my lips. Looking straight at him, I licked them clean—tongue sliding over my fingers, tasting the sauce and the faint warmth of his skin. I smiled, small and naughty.

“All clean now, beta… nothing should be wasted, na?”
His face turned red, eyes wide, staring at me. I saw the bulge growing in his shorts. My heart was pounding, my panties soaked. I felt so proud and so dirty at the same time, this beautiful boy was hard because of his own Maa. I didn’t care about right or wrong anymore. I only wanted more.

I turned away, swaying my hips a little, feeling his eyes burning on me. The whole day I would think of this moment… and tonight, I knew, I would go to his room again.

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Scene 4

Arre waah, that night I could not sleep properly at all. My whole body was burning, yaar. Between my legs it was so wet and aching, like I was a young girl again. All day I kept thinking about my boy and his strong body, that thick thing I saw last night, the way he said “Maa” when he finished. He is my son, the child I carried inside me, the baby I fed milk from these same breasts… and now I was going mad wanting him. I felt so bad, so sinful, but the shame only made me hotter. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to see him again, touch myself while he touched himself, feel that dirty joy with my own boy.

Rakesh was snoring away. Around 1:45 AM, I quietly got out of bed. I didn’t wear anything extra, just my thin pink nightgown, almost see-through. No bra, no panty. My nipples were standing hard, my chut(pussy) already dripping down my thighs as I walked down the stairs barefoot.

When I reached his door, my heart stopped. It was half open. My clever beta had left it open for me.
The room had soft blue light from his laptop. Aditya was sitting on the bed, back against the wall, legs wide open. No shorts, nothing. His big, hard lund was in his hand, standing straight up, shining with wetness at the top. He was stroking it slow-slow, looking straight at the door like he was waiting for his Maa.

I hid in the shadow first, one hand already under my nightgown, rubbing my wet place. But he saw me. Instead of hiding, he opened his legs more and kept stroking, eyes fixed on me. That look, full of hunger for his own mother, made my knees weak.

I stepped inside the doorway, letting the light fall on me. The nightgown stuck to my body, showing everything, my heavy breasts, hard nipples, the shape of my chut(pusst). I felt shy for one second, then so proud. My beta was staring like he wanted to eat me up.

He put the laptop aside, light became softer, but enough to see each other clearly. I pulled my nightgown up to my waist, showed him everything, fingers sliding fast on my slippery clit. We didn’t touch, just looked and rubbed, breathing loud-loud together.
He spoke first, voice rough and low.

“Please Maa… show me properly… touch yourself for your me…”
I almost cried with want. My sweet boy needing his Maa like this.
“Yes beta… look at Maa… see how wet Maa is for you… only for you…”
He pumped faster, eyes on my breasts.
“Maa… your milk… I want your milk again… let me drink from you…”
That hit me hard. I remembered him as a baby at my breast, and now this big man wanting the same. I squeezed my big breast with one hand, milked it a little, moaning.
“Yes baby… Maa’s milk is only for you… come drink, beta… suck Maa dry…”
His lund was jumping in his hand now, pre cum leaking more.
“Maa I’m so hard because of you… I want to put it inside you… fill you up…”
I was shaking, rubbing so fast, juices running down my legs. I didn’t care about anything—only my son, my love, my dirty need.
“Yes beta… put it inside Maa… fill your Maa… make me yours…”
He groaned loud, body tight, and thick white jets came out, falling on his stomach and hand. Seeing my own son come because of me, I lost control. My chut(pussy) tightened hard, waves and waves of pleasure hit me, legs almost giving way. I held the door frame, biting my lip so no sound came out.
After, we just looked at each other, breathing heavy. His lund slowly went soft, still shiny with his seed. I felt so full of love and lust for him, my little boy now my secret man.

I pulled my nightgown from waist to down, legs still shaking. Before going, I whispered soft-soft,
“This is only between us, beta. Our secret.”
He didn’t say anything, eyes still hot on me.
I went back to bed, body happy and trembling. I know it’s wrong, but I don’t want it to stop. Ever.

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Scene 5

In the morning, When he came down the stairs, I turned and looked at him. Our eyes met properly for the first time after last night. He stopped on the last step, face little red, eyes big. I smiled soft-soft, like nothing happened, but my voice came out husky.

“Good morning, beta… come eat before it gets cold.”

He came and sat at the table, quiet. I stood in front of him, close. My heart was beating so fast I thought he could hear it. Rakesh was gone, house empty, only us. Why wait for night when my beta is right here, wanting his Maa just like I want him?

I looked down at him, then slowly opened three buttons of my sleeveless blouse—one, two, three. The cloth fell open, showing deep cleavage, my heavy breasts almost spilling out, dark nipples just hidden. I bent low-low in front of him, bringing my chest very close to his face so he could see everything properly.

“Look beta… these are for you,” I whispered, voice thick with need. “Maa’s breasts… you wanted milk last night, na? Stare properly now… drink with your eyes first.”
His mouth opened little, eyes fixed inside my blouse, breathing fast. I saw his track pants already tenting big-big. My chut(pussy) started dripping just seeing how excited my own son was for me.

I sat on the chair next to him, so close our thighs pressed together. I took a spoon of hot upma and held it to his mouth.
“Open mouth, beta… Maa will feed you today.”

He opened, eyes still on my open blouse, and took the bite slow. Some fell on his chin. I used my fingers to wipe it, then put those fingers in my own mouth, licking clean while looking straight at him.
Then, without asking, I slid my hand under the table, straight onto his thigh, then higher… until my fingers touched the big hard bulge in his pants. He jumped little but didn’t stop me. I pressed gentle, feeling how thick and hot he was through the cloth.

“Arre waah, beta… so hard already,” I whispered, starting to stroke him slow-slow over the pants, up and down. “All this for your Maa? Tell me… is this big lund excited only because of me?”
He nodded fast, face red, small moan coming out.
“Yes Maa…”
I squeezed light, kept stroking, feeling him throb under my hand. My other hand still held the spoon. I fed him another bite, then stroked harder.
“Maa loves this, beta… feeling how much you want me. Last night you said you want to fill Maa… now Maa is making you ready.”

He was breathing heavy-heavy, hips moving little into my hand. I went faster for few seconds, then slowed down—not wanting him to finish yet.

I leaned closer, my open blouse brushing his arm, whispered near his ear.
“Tonight again leave door open, beta… Maa will come. But now, eat properly… save all this heat for later.”
I gave one last long stroke, then took my hand away slow-slow. He looked at me, eyes full of want, nodding fast.
I kissed his cheek quick, lips staying one second extra, then stood up and walked to the kitchen, hips swaying, blouse still open, knowing his eyes were burning on me.

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Scene 6

My mind was spinning like a top. I kept feeling his hard lund in my hand, how it jumped for his own Maa. All day at home, I was wet and restless, thinking of him, my sweet boy who I bathed as a child, now making me burn with this bad want. I felt so much love, so deep it hurt, mixed with guilt. But the danger excited me more,  what if Rakesh finds out? What if neighbours hear? I didn’t care. I wanted to make tonight my special dream come true: to be like a bride again, but for my son, to spend Suhagraat with him. To let him touch me, talk dirty about our sin, in a place full of risk. No more safe bedroom. I planned to take him to the terrace, our building’s open roof, where stars watch and wind blows wild, and any sound could wake neighbours below. No one goes there at night, but the danger of being seen or heard… it made my heart race. This was my fantasy: wild love with my beta under the sky, forbidden and free.
Rakesh slept early, snoring loud. I waited till midnight, then got ready quiet-quiet. I pulled out my wedding saree, red silk with gold threads, the one from my shaadi night. It was tight now, pressing my big breasts, showing my curves like fire. I put on red lipstick, bindi, sindoor, even the mangalsutra, looking like a new bride in the mirror. My nipples poked hard through the blouse, chooth already soaking my panty. Emotions hit me hard, happy tears for the love, fear for the sin, but wild urge to give myself to him.

I went to his room, door open as always. Aditya was waiting in shorts, eyes lighting up when he saw me.
“Maa… you look… so beautiful,” he whispered, sitting up.
I smiled, heart full, walked in slow, hips swaying. “Like it, beta? This is what Maa wore on her wedding night. Now wearing for you… my special boy.”
He stared, hand rubbing his shorts. I took his hand, pulled him up. “Not here, beta. Come with Maa… to the terrace. Under the stars, where it’s wild and dangerous. No one should hear us, but if they do…” I winked, feeling the thrill.
His eyes went wide, but he followed, excited. We crept up the stairs to the roof, cool night air hitting us, city lights far away, wind making my saree flutter. No one around, but doors below could open any time. Danger made everything hotter.
On the terrace, I pushed him against the wall gentle, stood close. “Tell Maa… how badly do you want her? Say it, beta.”
“Maa… I want you so bad… every day I think of you… your body… I can’t stop.”
His words melted me. I leaned in, lips almost touching his. “Good beta… Maa wants you too. Now watch… Maa will show you everything.”
I started stripping slow-slow. Unpinned the pallu, let it drop, showing my deep cleavage in the tight blouse. Turned around, wiggled hips, pulling saree pleats out one by one. Wind caught the silk, making it fly little. Petticoat untied, dropped to floor. Now in blouse and panty, I felt exposed under the sky, heart pounding from the risk.

Aditya watched, breathing fast. “Maa… you’re teasing me… please show more.”
I laughed soft, wind in my hair. “Patience, beta… Maa is yours tonight.”
I lay down on the old cot we keep up there for drying clothes, pulling him next to me. Stars above us, city sounds faint. Without me saying anything, he pulled his shorts down quick, his big hard lund springing out, already wet at the top. He started stroking slow in the open air. Danger made it wild, any neighbour could come up.

“Maa… your milk… I want your milk again… please let me suck…”
“Yes beta… come to Maa… suck her nipples… drink if you can.”
I unbuttoned blouse fully, pulled open, bare breasts in the night wind, nipples hard like stones. He leaned over me, mouth on one nipple, sucking hungry. His tongue hot, swirling, biting soft. I moaned, hand in my panty, rubbing my wet chut(pussy).

“Oh beta… yes… suck Maa’s milk… it’s all for you… my good boy…”
But he wanted more. His free hand came up slow, fingers touching my face lips first, tracing them gentle, pushing one finger in my mouth. I sucked it like his lund, eyes locked.

“Maa… you’re letting your own son touch you like this… so close… this forbidden love… you’re such a dirty Maa, aren’t you? Sucking my finger while I suck your tit…”

His dirty words shocked me, but lit fire inside. Emotions crashed, love so pure turning so sinful, danger of his papa waking or neighbours hearing our moans. I felt shameless, wild.
“Yes beta… Maa is dirty for you… only for her son… keep talking…”

His fingers left my mouth, moved down to my big breasts, squeezing them slow, pinching nipples while he sucked the other. Hand still stroking his lund fast now.

“Maa… these big tits… I came from you, and now I’m touching them like a lover… you’re letting me… what if papa knows his wife is up here, wet for her boy’s cock? So forbidden… so hot…”

Tears came from the intensity, my baby talking like this, hands on me, wind blowing cold but bodies burning. I rubbed faster, chut clenching.

“Beta… yes… touch Maa everywhere… it’s our sin… our love… don’t stop…”

He kept stroking, fingers roaming my breasts, talking dirtier. “Maa… I want to fuck you one day… fill the hole I came from… you’d let me, na? Your own son inside you…”

The words pushed me over, wild orgasm hit, body shaking on the cot, moaning loud into the night. He groaned too, sucking hard, hot seed shooting on my thigh.

After, we lay panting under stars, his head on my breast. Emotions overflowed, love, fear, bliss. “This is our secret, beta… Maa loves you forever.”
He nodded, holding me tight. Danger made it unforgettable. I knew we’d go further soon but only when he is ready.

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Scene 7

After that wild night on the terrace, my whole body was glowing like a lamp. All next day, I was smiling too much, humming old songs while cooking, feeling hot and happy inside. My beta and me, we had crossed so many lines, his hands on my breasts, his dirty words in my ear under the stars. I felt like a new woman, full of love and sin for my own son. But danger was always there, na? What if Rakesh notices? He is my husband, quiet but sharp. I thought he wouldn’t know, but deep down I worried. Still, the excitement was too strong, I planned for tonight again, maybe even go further with Aditya.

Evening came, Rakesh home from office. I served dinner, dal chawal, his favourite, but my mind was on Aditya, who was quiet at the table, stealing looks at me. I felt wet just thinking of him. Rakesh looked at me strange, eyebrows up.
“Sunita, you are looking different today,” he said, voice soft but curious. “Share your happiness with me? Any good news?”

I laughed little, but my heart jumped. He had an inkling, something changed in his wife. I was way too excited, glowing like after our honeymoon days. My cheeks were pink, eyes shining, and maybe I was moving different, hips looser from all the pleasure.

“Arre nothing, just feeling good,” I said, trying to sound normal. But inside, panic mixed with thrill. What if he guesses? Our family could break.
He didn’t push then, but after dinner, when Aditya went to his room, Rakesh pulled me to our bedroom early. He closed the door, looked at me serious.
“Sunita, tell the truth. You’ve been different last few days. More… excited. Like something secret. Is there something?”

I sat on the bed, heart pounding. He sat next to me, hand on my knee. I felt bad, he is a good man, caring, our marriage steady. But now my body craved our son, not him. Still, to keep peace, I leaned in, kissed his cheek.

“Arre Rakesh, it’s nothing bad. Just… remembering old days. You know, like our roleplay?”
He smiled small, but eyes still doubting. “Haan, but you seem extra happy. Like… like you have a lover or something.” He laughed, but it was half-joke.

My stomach flipped. So close to truth, but so wrong. I didn’t want him to dig more. To distract, I pulled him close, started kissing proper, my hand going to his pants. “Let me show you how excited I am… for you.”

We made love that night, but my mind was on Aditya. Rakesh was gentle as always, but I moaned louder, imagining my beta’s young body. After, he held me, whispering, “I love you, Sunita. Don’t hide anything from me.”

I nodded, but inside I knew, I would hide forever if needed. He fell asleep soon, but I lay awake, thinking. His inkling added more fire, the risk of getting caught made my urges stronger.

Later, around 1 AM, when Rakesh was deep asleep, I slipped out quiet-quiet. Aditya’s door was open. He was waiting, naked on bed, lund already hard.
“Maa… I missed you,” he whispered.

I closed the door soft, this time no terrace, too risky now. I stripped quick, lay next to him, his hands on me immediate.

“Beta… Maa is here. But shh… papa might wake.”
The danger made us wilder, he sucked my nipples hard, fingers going lower, touching my chut(pussy) for first time. I stroked his lund, whispering dirty.
“Yes beta… touch Maa there… feel how wet for you…”

He talked back, “Maa… what if papa hears? His wife moaning for her son…”
We were lost in it, Aditya’s mouth hungry on my breast, sucking loud, my hand rubbing my clit fast, his big erect lund throbbing in my fist. The room smelled of us, heavy breathing, soft moans.

Suddenly, the door creaked open slow-slow. 
Rakesh stood there in the dim light, eyes wide in shock.

He saw everything: me naked on our son’s bed, hiding half in shadows, Aditya’s full erect cock shining hard in my hand, his mouth latched on my nipple, sucking like a baby but like a man too, my fingers moving fast between my legs.
Time stopped. My heart almost burst.

Rakesh didn’t shout. He just stared, mouth open, face going from confusion to realisation. I saw it in his eyes, the memory of our old talks, the mother-son roleplay he confessed to loving.

“WTF…?” he whispered, voice shaking. “That fantasy… she is making it real… Sunita is really… with him? Our Aditya?”

He didn’t move. Didn’t scream. Just stood frozen, looking at his son’s big lund, his wife’s body arched in pleasure, the forbidden scene right in front of him.

I pulled the sheet little, but didn’t cover fully, part shock, part something else. Aditya froze too, mouth still on my breast.
Rakesh’s face changed slow, shock, anger flashing, then something darker. His eyes fixed on where my hand was, on Aditya’s hardness. He took one step back, hand on the door, then stopped.

He didn’t leave. Didn’t call us names.
He just closed the door quiet from outside, like he was in a dream.
I heard his footsteps go back upstairs, slow.
My body was trembling, fear, shame, but also a strange new heat. What will he do tomorrow? Confront? Leave? Or… watch again?

Aditya looked at me, scared but still hard.
I pulled him close, whispering, “Shh beta… it’s okay. Maa will handle.”

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Scene 8

Tomorrow was Sunday morning after Rakesh saw us, I woke up with my heart pounding like it would come out of my chest. I was worried that Rakesh will throw me out of the house. Should I pack my clothes ? Should I beg in front of him ? Should I save my child now. What to do ? Multiple thoughts were running through my head. But the house was still quiet, Aditya was still sleeping upstairs after the shock of last night. 

Everything felt dark inside me. I glanced at Rakesh, he was awake, staring at the ceiling, jaw tight. I felt so nervous, my hands sweaty, throat dry. What if he hits me? Or calls the security officer? I hesitated even to speak, but I knew we had to talk.

I got up slowly, tied my housecoat over the nightgown with shaking fingers, and whispered, "Rakesh... we need to talk."

He sat up quick, eyes flashing with anger. "Yes, Sunita. We do. Come to the kitchen. Now."
We went down, closed the door behind us so Aditya wouldn't hear. I sat at the dining table, fidgeting with my fingers, while he paced like an angry tiger. The air was thick, uncomfortable, like I could barely breathe.

He stopped, slammed his hand on the table hard. I jumped. "What the hell, Sunita? Our son? I saw you... naked in his bed, his mouth on your... your breasts, sucking..... And you touching yourself down there. How could you? You're his mother!"

I felt my face burn, tears starting. I was so hesitant, words stuck in my throat. "Rakesh... I'm sorry... I... I don't know how it started. It was just a fantasy at first. You remember... you told me about your mother-son thoughts? It excited me too, made our bed hot. But then... with Aditya... it became real. I know it's wrong, very wrong. Please, forgive me."

He laughed bitter, face red with rage. "Fantasy? That's what I said, in bed, for fun! Not with our own boy! I saw his lund, Sunita, hard and big, in your hand. You were stroking it! My wife, letting her son suck her nipples, touch her private parts. Do you know how that feels? Like my world broke!"

I cried now, nervous and shaking. "I... I feel ashamed, Rakesh. Every time it happened, guilt ate me. But it felt so... intense. Forbidden. I couldn't stop. Please, understand... it's not love like husband-wife. He's my beta, but this pull... it's like addiction."
He sat down heavy, still angry but voice lower. "Addiction? To your own son? Tell me everything, Sunita. No lies. What is going on....."

I hesitated more, voice trembling. "It started with hearing him... then watching. Then... touching ourselves together. Last night, he sucked my breasts, talked dirty about filling me. I touched my chut while he stroked his lund. It was my fantasy come alive, but now... now it's  different and us."

He looked at me long, eyes wet with hurt and something else, maybe that old fire. "I trusted you. Our home, our family... ruined because of this sin."

I reached for his hand, but he pulled back at first, then let me. "Rakesh, I promise... nothing like that will ever happen again. I'll stop. For you, for us. I swear on God."

But inside, I knew it was a lie. Aditya had already tasted his Maa, sucked my nipples, felt my wetness. It was his fantasy too, just like mine. My beta was addicted now, hooked on the forbidden thrill. I could see it in his eyes last night. I wouldn't tell Rakesh that, it would kill him. But I knew, deep down, stopping would be hard.

Rakesh stood up sudden, breathing heavy. His eyes changed, anger mixed with heat. I saw the bulge in his pyjama, growing. "You promise? But you need a lesson, Sunita. To remember who is the man of this house."

Before I could speak, he grabbed my arm, turned me over the kitchen counter rough. I gasped, nervous and scared. "Rakesh... no, please..."

But he lifted my nightgown, pulled down my panty, and pushed inside me from behind, hard, no warning. I cried out in pain at first, tears falling, "Ahh... it hurts... stop!"
He didn't. He fucked me hard, thrusting deep, grunting angry. "This is what you wanted, na? Excitement? But it's me, your husband, not our son!"

The kitchen filled with loud slaps of skin, my cries turning to moans as pain became pleasure. My body betrayed me, wet and clenching around him. "Oh God... Rakesh... yes..."
He went harder, pulling my hair. "Say it, I'm the man here!"
"You're... the man... ahh!"

He released inside me with a loud groan, hot and deep. We both panted, him still inside as I slumped on the counter.
Upstairs, Aditya must have heard everything, the loud noises, our cries, the angry words about being caught. My poor beta, he knew his Maa was enduring this because of what we did. He knew the price of our sin.
Rakesh pulled out, fixed his clothes, voice still hard but softer. "Remember this, Sunita. No more."
I nodded, pulling up my panty, feeling his semen drip. But inside, the fire burned hotter. Our family was on edge now.

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Scene 9: The Afternoon Fire

After Rakesh left the house saying he needed time alone, the door had barely closed when the air changed. It became thick, heavy, like before a big storm. My body was still sore from the way he took me from behind in the kitchen, rough, claiming, reminding me he was the man. His semen was still warm inside me, dripping slow-slow when I moved. I told myself that was the end of it. I promised him. No more with Aditya. Never again.

But my heart knew it was a lie even as I said it.
I was in the kitchen washing the tea cups, hands trembling, when I felt him behind me. No footsteps, just his presence, strong and young. My beta had been waiting, listening to everything this morning. He heard his papa fuck his Maa hard, heard my cries turn to moans, heard the anger and the release. And instead of fear, it had lit something wild in him.
He came close, chest almost touching my back. I froze, soap on my fingers.
“Maa… you look even hotter today,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “Every time I see you, I want you more. I can’t stop staring.”

I stayed quiet, breathing fast, but didn’t turn. I should have told him to stop, to go to his room. Instead my body leaned back little, just enough for my bum to brush his hardness.
His hands slid to my hips, gripping through the thin robe.

“Maa… let me taste your milk again… just once more, please… I’m dying for it.”
My nipples hardened instantly, aching under the cloth. I remembered his hungry mouth last night, how he sucked like he was starving. A soft cry came out before I could stop it.
He pressed fully against me now, his lund thick and throbbing against my lower back.

“No worries, Maa… I’ll take care of you better than anyone. Personally. Every single day.”
One hand moved up, cupping my breast, squeezing slow. The other slipped between my thighs from behind, fingers pressing against my wet chut over the robe.

“Maa, you’re soaked already… you like this, don’t you? Let go… give in to your beta.”
I closed my eyes, hips rocking into his hand. “Beta… we can’t… I promised your papa…”

He laughed soft against my neck, teeth grazing my skin.
“You feel so soft, Maa… so ready. Tell me what you really crave. Say it.”
His fingers rubbed harder, finding my clit through the cloth. I gripped the sink, legs shaking.
He turned me around sudden, pinning me against the counter, eyes dark with shameless hunger.

“Don’t play hard with me, Maa… or I’ll tear this robe off right here, leave you topless and begging.”
His hand tugged the tie open, robe falling apart, showing my bare breasts, nipples dark and stiff. He stared like he owned them.
“Maa… you look so ready for me. Will you get on your knees now? Suck your son’s cock like a good mother should?”

The words hit me hard, dirty, bold, matching every secret thought I ever had. My mouth watered, chut clenching empty.
He pulled my hand to his shorts, made me feel how hard he was.
“No, Maa… you’re mine too. Papa had his turn this morning. Now it’s mine. I have more rights over this body… I came from it.”

His other hand slipped under, two fingers pushing inside me easy because I was dripping. I moaned loud, head falling back.
“Maa please… let me put it inside… let me make you feel full… let me give you my baby. I’m the real man now.”

I was lost. My arms went around his neck, pulling him close, breasts pressing to his chest.
He held me tight, face buried in my neck, breathing me in deep.

“Maa… just let me hold you like this… I need your scent, your warmth… or I’ll go mad all day.”
We stayed pressed together in the kitchen, his fingers slow inside me, my hand stroking him over his shorts. I never said yes. I never said stop. I just let it happen, let my beta take what he wanted, what we both craved.

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Scene 10

Monday morning Rakesh left for office without saying much, just one tight hug and that long look, like he still loves me but is keeping an eye on everything. Door closed, and the whole house became so quiet. I told myself hundred times: bas, Sunita, no more. Keep the promise you gave your husband. Be a good wife, good mother.

But my body was not listening at all. It was still vibrating from yesterday, from Aditya’s fingers deep inside me in the kitchen, from the way he claimed me while Rakesh was out. I was folding laundry in the living room, wearing one simple cotton saree, thin one, sticking to my body because of the Heat, blouse also little loose after so many washes. No bra again. My nipples were rubbing on the cloth every time I moved, keeping me half-hot already.
Aditya came down without noise at first, but the moment he saw me bending to pick up clothes, that naughty shine came in his eyes. He didn’t waste even one second. Came straight, put his strong arms around my waist from back, pulled me hard-hard against him. I felt his lund, already half standing, pressing on my gaand.

“Naughty boy! Who does that to their own Maa? You are too grown up for these games, beta,” I scolded, but my voice came out all breathy, almost like I was laughing inside, my hands resting on his arms instead of pushing.
He didn’t say anything. Just slid one hand up slow-slow, cupped my breast tight, thumb rubbing my nipple till it became hard like stone. The other hand went to my neck, turned my face, and started kissing below my ear, hot-hot, wet kisses.
“Aaahhhh… Adi… No… We discussed this na, we’re not doing that anymore… You’re big now,” I whispered, but my body pressed back into him, saree pallu slipped from my shoulder on its own.
His mouth came down to the top of my blouse, kissing the open skin, then biting soft-soft. “Stop it, Adi! I don’t produce any milk, not till you make me pregnant,” I gasped, the words came out much dirtier than I thought, my chut tightened just imagining it.

He made a low sound against my skin, hand pressing my breast harder. “You’re getting so dirty today. Where did you learn all this talk?” I tried to sound surprised, but it came like teasing only, my hips already moving small on his growing lund.

Suddenly he turned me around fast, pushed me back against the living room wall, soft but strong, caught both my wrists above my head with one hand. His young body pressed completely on mine, lund now fully hard through his shorts, rubbing slow-slow on my tummy below.

“Aah! Adi, you are too strong! Stop pressing me against the wall like this!”
He left my wrists only to put both hands down, grabbed my hips tight, lifted me little so I felt him exactly on my wet place. My legs opened on their own, saree went up my thighs.
I looked in his eyes, dark-dark, full of hunger, no shame at all, and something inside me just melted. “My Adi… Whatever you say goes now… I belong to you now,” I said, my fingers going into his hair, pulling him near.

He smiled big, like he won everything. “I trust your father. But you, Adi… you are a real devil,” I added, but my arms went around his neck tight.
His mouth went straight to my blouse again, sucking the cloth on my nipple till it became all wet and see-through. “Get lost, naughty… You can’t drink from me whenever you like…you are a very big baby now…”

He didn’t listen, of course. Pulled my blouse open slow-slow, buttons popping one, my bare breasts came out in the cool air. His hands went everywhere, pressing, pinching, feeling, like he was checking what is his property.
“What are you doing… You are too much!” I moaned, half laughing, half crying from want, thinking how father and son both are making me mad in the same house, same places.

His fingers slipped under my saree, under my panty, found my dripping chut, went inside easy-easy because I was flowing.

“Naughty, who touches their mom there… Tell me… Show me your hands, Adi!”

He pulled his fingers out slow-slow, shining with my juice, brought them near my mouth. I opened without thinking, sucked them clean, tasting myself while looking straight in his eyes. He made a deep sound, pressed even harder on me.

We didn’t do full thing, not yet. But the wall, the teasing, the playful scolding that only made him more bold, the way my body answered every touch, it was pure aag. Saree bunched at my waist, blouse hanging open, his lund out and hot on my thigh, leaking little on my skin.

I was completely lost in my naughty, grown up beta, playful, strong, matching every shameless desire I kept hidden for years. And God forgive me, I didn’t want it to stop. Ever.

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