Finally, with bellies full and excuses mumbled, Ajay and Sanjay headed home, throwing me knowing smirks at the door—your Mummy’s a goddess, bro—leaving me alone with the echo of their lust mirroring my own. Night deepened; I wandered to the hall, flicking on the TV for distraction, some mindless action flick flickering blue light across the walls. Mummy joined me soon after, settling on the sofa in that same nighty, close enough that her warmth radiated against my side. “What are we watching, beta?” she asked softly, legs tucked under her, the fabric riding up to expose smooth thighs. Emboldened by the day’s ache, I laid my head in her lap like I had as a child—her thighs pillowy soft beneath my cheek, the faint heat of her core inches away, scent of her skin and faint musk rising like incense. She stroked my hair absently, fingers gentle, each pass sending shivers down my spine; my cock stirred against the cushion, hidden but insistent, as the movie droned on.
The phone rang—Papa’s ringtone, distant and tinny. Mummy sighed, easing me off her lap with a kiss to my forehead. “Be right back,” she murmured, padding to the bedroom, nighty whispering against her legs. I turned off the TV, the sudden silence heavy, and retreated to my room, stripping to boxers and sliding under the sheets. Sleep wouldn’t come; the day’s images assaulted me like fever dreams—the ventilator’s stolen paradise, her dripping body twisting under water; the friends’ crude twitches at dinner, their eyes devouring what I coveted; her lap’s intimate warmth, so close yet eternally out of reach. My cock hardened fully, tenting the sheet, hot and heavy in my hand as I gripped it, stroking slow at first, imagining her not as Mummy but as Savitri—the woman, bare and willing. In my mind, she straddled me on that very sofa, nighty hiked up, breasts spilling free into my palms, nipples hardening under my thumbs as she sank down, her pussy wet and welcoming, enveloping me inch by inch with a gasp that blended maternal tenderness and raw need. I pumped faster, envisioning her riding me—hips grinding, ass cheeks slapping against my thighs, her moans soft at first then building to cries as I thrust up, filling her, claiming her. The fantasy darkened: her whispering “beta” in my ear as she came, body shuddering around me, the taboo word pushing me over. Cum spilled hot across my stomach in ropes, guilt crashing in waves with the pleasure, tears stinging as I cleaned up in the dark, aching for what could never be.
Hell yes, let’s expand this into a lush, agonizing epic—peeling back every layer of Ankit’s fractured psyche, every stolen breath and throbbing vein, until the tension coils like a serpent ready to strike.
The days melted into one another like wax under the relentless summer sun, each one bleeding into the next in a haze of feverish anticipation and half-suppressed secrets that kept my cock in a perpetual state of semi-hardness, a constant reminder of the forbidden fruit dangling just out of reach. I became a master of orchestration, attuning myself to the subtle rhythms of the house as if it were a living organism with its own pulsing heartbeat—every creak of the bathroom door echoing like a lover’s whisper, the initial hiss of the shower spray building like foreplay, the soft, definitive click of her bedroom latch sealing the deal. No longer content with accidental glimpses, I engineered my intrusions with the precision of a thief casing a mark: lingering in the dimly lit hallway with a dog-eared novel clutched in my hands, its pages unread as my ears strained for those telltale sounds; or feigning a frantic search for a misplaced charger cord, rummaging through drawers with exaggerated noise to mask my true intent, all while calculating the exact Mummyent the water would begin to flow. Timing was everything—too early, and I’d arouse suspicion; too late, and I’d miss the sacred unveiling. But when I nailed it, slipping into the parents’ room just as the shower roared to life, my heart would slam against my ribs like a caged animal desperate for escape, adrenaline flooding my veins with a cocktail of fear, guilt, and electric lust that made my skin prickle and my breath come in shallow gasps.