Keshav’s heart raced. She had messaged late at night. He sat up in bed, cock already stirring at the thought of her texting him while lying in her own bed. He typed back immediately.
Aryan Malhotra 10:18 PM I’m awake. And you’re not disturbing me at all. I’m glad you enjoyed today’s chat — I did too. More than I expected as well. If you want to keep talking, I’m right here. No rush, no pressure. Just say whatever’s on your mind.
Kalpana Rao 10:24 PM Thank you. I think I needed this more than I realised. Work, family, the same four walls… sometimes it feels like I’m going through the motions. My husband is a good man but his work takes him away often. I love my students and my daughter, but adult conversation that feels equal and respectful is rare. Your messages feel like that. It’s nice to be seen as more than just a professor or a wife or a mother for a little while.
Keshav stared at the screen, breathing harder. She’s saying it. She feels invisible. She wants to be seen as a woman. The images from her phone — the videos of her turning in lingerie, the nudes, the teasing pictures — flashed through his mind again. His hand moved down to his cock without thinking. He stroked slowly over his track pants while reading her words. She made those videos because she wanted this feeling. And now she’s getting it from me — from her own son — without knowing.
He typed with one hand, the other still lightly touching himself.
Aryan Malhotra 10:31 PM I understand that more than you might think. Moving here, starting over… it’s easy to feel like you’re just going through motions too. You deserve to feel seen and appreciated for who you are — not just your roles. You’re intelligent, thoughtful, and from what I can tell, someone who still has a lot of life and warmth in her. If talking to me helps even a little, then I’m happy to be here whenever you want. You can be yourself with me. No judgment. Ever.
He sent it and waited, his cock now fully hard in his hand. He slipped it out and stroked slowly, guilt and lust twisting together.
The reply came after a few minutes.
Kalpana Rao 10:39 PM You have no idea how much that means to hear. Most people don’t say things like that. They either want something crude or they don’t really listen. You listen. And you make me feel… noticed. In a good way. I’m glad we connected, Aryan. Even if it’s just through messages for now. Thank you for being kind.
Keshav groaned quietly, stroking faster. She feels noticed. Because of me. Because of Aryan. The guilt was loud in his head — This is your mother. She’s opening up to you without knowing. You’re jerking off to her words while she trusts you. But the arousal was louder. He imagined her lying in bed right now, perhaps in a nightdress, reading his messages, feeling seen for the first time in a long time.
Aryan Malhotra 10:45 PM You don’t have to thank me. I mean every word. You seem like someone who gives a lot to everyone around you — students, family. It’s okay to want something for yourself too. To want to feel desired and appreciated as a woman, not just in your roles. If I can give you even a small part of that through these messages, then I’m grateful you let me. You can message me anytime — day or night. I’ll always reply if I can.
