They continued like this for a long time. Both of them masturbated on the video call while talking dirty. Keshav kept giving her instructions, and she followed them — fingering herself, squeezing her breasts, moaning softly.
Keshav (as Aryan, on call) Spread your legs more. I want to see how wet you are.
Kalpana (on call) I’m very wet… because of you. I’ve been thinking about our talks all day.
The dirty talk became more intense. Keshav started using the “mommy” word again, and Kalpana responded without hesitation.
Keshav (as Aryan, on call) Say it. Call yourself Mommy while you touch yourself.
Kalpana (on call) I’m… Mommy. Your dirty Mommy who is touching herself for you right now.
The intensity kept building. Both of them were getting very close to orgasm. Their breathing was heavy, and the wet sounds of masturbation could be heard clearly through the call.
Keshav (as Aryan, on call) I’m going to cum. Cum with me, Mommy.
Kalpana (on call) Yes, beta… cum for Mommy. I’m close too…
At the exact moment Keshav was about to cum, his hand slipped. The phone tilted upward slightly.
For one brief second, his full face came clearly into view on Kalpana’s screen.
Her eyes widened in absolute horror and shock.
She saw him clearly — her own son, Keshav.
Her hand froze between her legs. Her mouth opened in disbelief as the realization hit her like a hammer.
Kalpana (whispering in shock) …Keshav?
Before Keshav could react or fix the camera angle, Kalpana’s face twisted in panic. She quickly disconnected the call.
The screen went black.
Keshav stared at his phone in horror, realizing what had just happened. His face had been visible for that one second. She had seen him. She knew “Aryan” was actually her own son.
He immediately tried calling her back on video call.
No answer.
He tried again.
Still no answer.
He opened Instagram and tried messaging her on the fake account.
The message didn’t go through.
He checked again.
The account had been deleted.
Kalpana had deleted the entire Instagram account within minutes of disconnecting the call.
Keshav tried messaging her from his real account, but there was no response. She had either blocked him or completely cut off all contact.
He kept trying for the next forty minutes — video calls, messages, everything — but there was nothing. Complete silence.
Keshav sat on his bed in the dark, staring at his phone with a heavy feeling in his chest.
She had seen his face.
She knew “Aryan” was actually her own son.
And now she had cut off all contact.
The secret that had been carefully built over months had been exposed in the worst possible way — right at the most intimate and explicit moment they had ever shared.
Keshav didn’t know what to do.
All he could do was sit in the dark, his heart pounding heavily, wondering what his mother was thinking right now… and whether she would ever speak to him again.
Chapter 18: The Call After Silence
Eleven days had passed since that catastrophic video call.
For Keshav, those eleven days had been the most difficult and emotionally draining period of his life. After Kalpana saw his face and realized that “Aryan” was actually her own son, she had completely cut off all contact. She deleted the Instagram account within minutes, blocked every possible way he tried to reach her, and refused to respond to any of his messages or calls from his real number.
