He sent it and put the phone away before Sonam could notice. Kalpana was moving around the kitchen, humming softly to herself. When she brought him another cup of tea, their eyes met for a second. She smiled the same warm smile she always gave him as her son. She has no idea she just messaged “Aryan” good morning. No idea I know about the hidden folder, the videos, the blocked dick pics, the way she posed in red lace. The thought made his cock twitch slightly under the table. He looked down quickly.
The day moved slowly. Post-Holi cleanup kept everyone busy — washing clothes, cleaning the balcony, putting things back in order. Keshav helped his mother fold some dried clothes in the living room. When she bent to pick up a fallen dupatta, the neckline of her kurti dipped and he caught a glimpse of the same deep cleavage he had seen during Holi. Fuck. Even after everything, my body still reacts like this. He looked away fast, but the image stayed. Why can’t I stop noticing? Because of the chat? Because I know she secretly wants to feel desired?
Around 11:30 AM another message came while he was in his room pretending to work on his laptop.
Kalpana Rao 11:28 AM Thank you, Aryan. The events at college went fine — mostly administrative work and some student performances. It’s always a bit chaotic after Holi. I’m glad you enjoyed our chat too. I have to admit, it’s rare these days to have a conversation that stays thoughtful and respectful. Most online interactions these days feel… rushed or crude. Yours felt different.
Keshav read it three times. She’s opening up. She’s saying most men are crude — exactly like those dick-pic messages she blocked. He felt a strange mix of pride and guilt. She thinks I’m different. She doesn’t know it’s her own son. He replied carefully, not pushing, just being present.
Aryan Malhotra 11:45 AM I’m really glad it felt different. I try to be respectful — especially with someone whose thoughts on literature I actually admire. Most people online do rush or get crude quickly. I’ve seen it too. It’s nice to find someone who values real conversation. If I’m being honest, moving to a new city has made me appreciate small, genuine exchanges even more. They make the place feel less lonely.
He sent it and waited. His cock was half-hard now just from reading her words and knowing she was replying to him while sitting somewhere in the same house as his mother. This is fucked up. But she’s responding because she needs this. And I need it too after weeks of nothing.
The reply came after lunch, while Kalpana was resting in her room and Sonam had gone out with friends.
Kalpana Rao 1:37 PM You’re very kind. I can understand the loneliness of a new city. Even though I’ve lived in Pune for many years, sometimes the days feel repetitive — college, home, the same routine. My husband’s business keeps him travelling often, so evenings can be quiet. These little conversations help more than I expected. Thank you for being patient with an older professor who doesn’t chat much.
