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The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows on the walls. The scent of jasmine filled the air, creating a sultry atmosphere that had me yearning for Shreyas’s touch. I sat on our large, plush bed, feeling the silky sheets beneath my bare thighs as I waited for him.
My heart raced with anticipation. I couldn’t help but imagine our passionate reunion when he finally arrived. My delicate lace lingerie barely contained my voluptuous curves. My ample breasts were straining against the fabric, longing to be free.
I absentmindedly traced my fingers over the outline of my erect nipples, teasing myself. I imagined it would feel like when Shreyas took them into his mouth, sucking greedily. His tongue is swirling around them. As my thoughts grew more explicit, I could feel my arousal building.
My pussy was becoming increasingly wet with desire. But as the hours passed, Shreyas never came. Disappointment and worry began to creep in, replacing the lustful fantasies. What could have kept him away? Was he alright? My maternal instincts kicked in.
I felt guilty for indulging in my sexual desires when he might be in trouble. “Where are you, my sweet boy?” I whispered. My voice was laden with both concern and unfulfilled passion. Every fibre of my being longed to hold him close, to comfort him and reassure him that everything would be alright.
At the same time, my body ached for the sinful pleasures we shared. The intense connection went far beyond anything I’d ever experienced. As the night wore on, my thoughts drifted between tender love and raw lust, leaving me restless and unfulfilled. I knew I needed to find Shreyas.
To ensure he was safe and to once again express my love for him in the most intimate way possible. The thought of our bodies entwined, our mouths exploring each other’s flesh, sent a shiver down my spine. It reignited the fire within me. “Tomorrow,” I promised myself.
My fingers dipped between my thighs to tease my swollen clit as I envisioned our reunion. “Tomorrow, I will find you, Shreyas, and we will lose ourselves in each other once more.”
With that thought, I slipped over the edge. My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave of ecstasy. Leaving me breathless and even more determined to find my beloved boy.
The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting soft golden light across my bedroom. I awoke with renewed determination, knowing that today would be different. I would find Shreyas and mend our fractured bond. My body still hummed from last night’s release.
But it reminded me of what I craved: the connection with Shreyas.
“Riya Mom, we’re leaving for college,” Rajesh called out, his voice muffled by the closed door. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the hallway before fading away. I knew they took the bus to college, sharing jokes and discussing their classes during the ride.
But those conversations felt distant, replaced by the urgent need to find Shreyas. With the boys gone, I focused on my role as a housewife and mother. I tended to Tarun, changing his diapers and feeding him with nurturing care. Yet feeling an emptiness within me.
I couldn’t help but think of Shreyas, yearning for our intimacy when he indulged in my milk. In between caring for Tarun, I attended to my projects around the house: cleaning, cooking, and managing the household finances. Each task was completed efficiently and precisely. But my thoughts remained on Shreyas.
As evening approached, I heard the door opening, and my heart raced with anticipation. The boys had returned from college. I prepared myself for the moment when Shreyas would walk through the door. When he finally appeared, his eyes met mine. I could see the relief and longing mirrored in his gaze.
“Shreyas,” I whispered, my voice heavy with emotion. I crossed the room and enveloped him in a tender hug. I held him close, my breasts pressed against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body and the rhythm of his heartbeat. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Riya Mom,” he murmured into my ear, his voice cracking with emotion. “I’m sorry I made you worry. I just… I needed some time to think.”
“I know, sweetheart,” I reassured him, my fingers gently stroking his hair. “But let’s not focus on that now. We’re together again, and that’s all that matters.” As we embraced, I felt a renewed sense of hope and love. Knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, Shreyas and I would face them together.
After Shreyas and I shared our heartfelt embrace, Rajesh stepped forward with a mischievous grin. “Hey, what about me? Don’t I get a hug, too?” he asked playfully. Trying to keep the peace, I reluctantly wrapped my arms around him. Rajesh, however, took advantage of the situation.
Pulling me tightly against his body and letting his hand wander down to my ass. He squeezed it firmly, causing me to gasp in shock and discomfort. My mind raced with conflicting emotions. Disgust at Rajesh’s inappropriate actions and the need to maintain harmony between us all.
“Rajesh, that’s enough,” I said softly, trying to pull away without causing a scene. He reluctantly released me from his grasp. But not before giving my ass one last lingering touch. I suppressed a shudder, feeling used and degraded by his actions.
“Sorry, Riya Mom. I just missed you too,” he replied, feigning innocence as he stepped back. We all sat down to discuss our day. The boys eagerly shared their college experiences. I talked about managing the household and caring for Tarun.
Dinner time approached. Shreyas and I headed to the kitchen, leaving Rajesh in the living room. We began preparing the meal. I noticed Shreyas’s eyes lingering on me, filled with love and desire. I couldn’t help but feel guilty for neglecting him lately.
“Shreyas, I’m sorry I haven’t given you the attention you deserve,” I confessed, my voice wavering with emotion. “From now on, I promise to make more time for you and show you how much I truly care.”
He smiled warmly, his eyes lighting up with relief and happiness. “Thank you, Riya Mom. That means a lot to me,” he murmured, tenderly stroking my cheek. As we continued cooking together, I felt a renewed sense of intimacy. Our bond was strengthened by this heart-to-heart conversation.
We chopped vegetables and sautéed them in fragrant spices, our movements in sync as if performing a sensual dance. The aroma of cumin, turmeric, and coriander filled the air, adding to the seductive atmosphere that had begun to envelop us.
Each touch and stolen glance felt charged with electricity as our connection deepened through the evening. I knew I would do whatever it took to maintain the delicate balance between Shreyas, Rajesh, and myself. The love and passion I shared with Shreyas were worth fighting for.
I was determined to satisfy his desires while navigating the complexities of our unconventional relationship. The warmth of the kitchen and our heart-to-heart conversation had me feeling closer to Shreyas. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness. I looked into his eyes, sparkled with gratitude and love.
Without thinking, I pressed my lips against his cheek in a tender, lingering kiss. “Thank you for understanding, Shreyas,” I whispered, my breath warm on his skin. His responding smile sent shivers down my spine. I knew we were rebuilding the emotional connection that had been strained in recent days.
As we were about to serve dinner, Rajesh strolled into the kitchen. His eyes lingered on my voluptuous body like a predator sizing up its prey. He sat beside me and draped his arm around my shoulders. “Smells delicious, Riya Mom,” he murmured, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on my thigh.
I tried to focus on the food. But his touch gradually crept higher until it grazed the edge of my panties. “Rajesh, please stop,” I pleaded in a hushed tone, desperate not to upset Shreyas. But my weak protest only seemed to encourage him.
Rajesh continued their illicit exploration, expertly teasing the sensitive flesh between my thighs. The more he touched me, the wetter I became. My body betrayed my mind as arousal swelled within me.
“Riya, you’re so fucking sexy,” Rajesh growled in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “I can’t resist you.” He said in my ear without Shreyas hearing. I couldn’t deny how my body responded to his touch despite knowing how wrong it was. My nipples hardened, straining against the fabric of my blouse.
My breathing grew ragged as the heat of desire pooled between my legs. “Rajesh, not now, please,” I managed to choke out, my voice strained with lust. I glanced at Shreyas, who seemed oblivious to the carnal dance playing inches from him.
“Fine,” Rajesh relented, pulling his hand away, leaving me aching for more. I felt torn between my desire for Rajesh and my love for Shreyas. The tension between us was palpable. It was clear that something would have to give sooner or later. But for now, I focused on savouring the meal and the company.
After dinner, we settled into the living room to watch TV together. Shreyas picked a popular sitcom that we all enjoyed. We laughed together at the antics of the characters on screen. But beneath the surface, laughter, I could feel the tension simmering between us.
“Riya Mom,” Shreyas whispered as he leaned against me. His head was resting on my shoulder. “Can I… can I have some milk? I’ve been craving it all day.” His words sent a shiver down my spine. I felt a pang of guilt for having neglected him earlier.
I nodded, pulling him closer and discreetly unbuttoning my blouse just enough to grant him access. His lips found my nipple. He began to suckle gently, drawing the sweet milk from my breast. His warm mouth on my sensitive flesh was intoxicating, and I moaned softly.
Shreyas was sucking so good. I can’t resist a slow moan controlling my urge. I craved Shreyas’s touch for a long time. After what happened last time with Rajesh, my guilt had me more desiring for Shreyas. Shreyas put his hand on my boob and started sucking and pressing it.
I couldn’t say anything, and I enjoyed the moment. “Shit, Riya,” Rajesh muttered under his breath, his eyes darting between Shreyas and me. Jealousy burned in his gaze. I knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had my attention. As if reading my mind, he leaned in close.
His voice was low and sultry, “I want your mouth on me, Riya Mom. Let me feel those soft lips wrapped around my cock.” My heart was torn between my desire for Rajesh and my love for Shreyas. But seeing the desperation in Rajesh’s eyes, I reluctantly agreed.
I slid my hand along his thigh, feeling the heat radiating from his growing erection. Our eyes locked as I untied his shorts, my fingers shaking with lust and apprehension. “Be quick,” I whispered, freeing his throbbing cock from his shorts. It stood proudly, begging for my touch.
I bent down, my lips hovering just above the head of his shaft. I glanced at Shreyas, still engrossed in his feeding. I hoped he wouldn’t notice what was about to happen. Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my lips around Rajesh’s cock, taking him into my mouth slowly.
A guttural moan escaped him as I began to suck, sliding my mouth up and down his length with practised ease. The taste of him filled my senses. I got lost in the act, my arousal building with each stroke of my tongue along his velvety flesh.
“Fuck, Riya Mom,” Rajesh groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. “You’re so good at this.” I tried to focus on the pleasure I was giving him. While also keeping an ear out for any sign that Shreyas might catch our clandestine rendezvous.
My heart pounded. Torn between the illicit thrill of sucking Rajesh’s cock and the fear of being caught by my beloved Shreyas. I felt Rajesh tense, his breathing growing more ragged. I knew he was close to climax. Just as Shreyas finished nursing, releasing my nipple, I felt Rajesh’s hot seed fill my mouth.
I swallowed quickly, trying to hide any evidence of what had just transpired. “Thank you, Riya Mom,” Rajesh grinned, his voice heavy with satisfaction. I looked at him, then at Shreyas. I wondered how long I could keep this balancing act going before everything crashed.
Shreyas finished breastfeeding. I could see the sadness in his eyes as he glanced over at Rajesh and me. It broke my heart that he felt neglected while I gave more care and attention to Rajesh. My mind raced, trying to find a way to mend the situation without making it worse.
“Shreyas, wait,” I called out softly as he began to pull away from me. I reached for his hand. My fingers brushed against his dick out of guilt, hoping to make him feel comfortable and wanted. But instead of accepting my touch, he gently pulled away from me. His eyes were filled with understanding and love.
“Riya Mom, it’s okay. I understand,” he whispered. He planted a tender kiss on my hand before walking away. My heart ached as I had hurt him. Meanwhile, Rajesh had no clue what was happening around him, lost in his world of pleasure.
He grunted as he cum again, this time in my hand. Completely oblivious to the emotional turmoil between Shreyas and me. I clenched my jaw, silently cursing myself for getting caught up in this sexual web.
“Rajesh, you need to be more considerate of Shreyas’s feelings,” I scolded him quietly, wiping my hand clean and trying to regain my composure.
“Remember, we’re all in this together,” I reminded him, my voice firm but gentle. “We need to care for each other equally and respect each other’s boundaries.” I looked into the eyes of these two young men who meant so much to me.
I knew that I had a responsibility to ensure their happiness and well-being. With that thought, I vowed to do everything I could to create a harmonious, loving environment for all of us.
“From now on,” I said, my voice filled with determination, “we will be more mindful of each other’s feelings and desires. We will communicate openly and honestly. Most importantly, we will love each other without reservation.”
The three of us embraced, our bodies pressed close together in a tangle of warmth and affection. I felt a hope that we could overcome the challenges before us and find the perfect balance between love, lust, and family.
I lay in bed that night, unable to sleep. My thoughts were consumed with Shreyas and the pain I had caused him. I glanced at the clock, which showed it was well past midnight. Rajesh was sound asleep beside me. His chest was rising and falling softly with each breath.
Shreyas needed me right now. I carefully slid out of bed, making sure not to disturb Rajesh. My heart raced as I tiptoed down the hallway. My bare feet softly against the cool floor. I reached Shreyas’s room and hesitated momentarily before opening the door.
The darkness enveloped me as I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. “Shreyas,” I whispered, gently shaking his shoulder. He stirred slightly, his beautiful brown eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “I’m sorry about earlier. I need to make things right.”
“Riya,” he murmured, still drowsy from sleep. “What are you doing here?”
“Come with me,” I told him, leading him back to my room. Once inside, I locked the door and turned to face him. My heart is pounding with anticipation. “I want to show you how much you mean to me.”
Without another word, we embraced, our lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. Our hands eagerly roamed over each other’s bodies, desperate to touch and taste every inch of flesh available. I guided Shreyas onto the bed, positioning myself above him as we continued our heated exchange.
“Let’s do this together,” I purred. Lowering myself until our mouths were aligned with each other’s most intimate areas. I started to rub his cock on his shorts, and Shreyas was rubbing my pussy with his fingers. I untied his shorts, and his cock sprung from them, standing long and straight.
I know Shreyas’s cock was longer than Rajesh’s. But this time, it is also as thick as Rajesh. I was happy but surprised on his Shreyas grew so good. The desire in me made me mad about Shreyas after seeing his cock. I took him into my mouth, savouring the taste and feel of his throbbing cock on my tongue.
I felt his tongue begin to explore my wet, aching pussy. The sensation of his skilful licks and teasing touches sent shivers of pleasure coursing through me.
“Riya Mom, you taste so good,” he moaned between licks, sending vibrations that made me quiver with desire. I responded by sucking him deeper, swirling my tongue around his length. I bobbed my head up and down. Between gasps and moans, I told Shreyas how much I loved him.
Tomorrow, we would have sex – just the two of us. “I’ll make sure Rajesh is occupied elsewhere,” I promised. My voice was breathless as the pleasure continued to build within me. We pleasured each other in this intimate embrace. Our connection deepened, and our love for one another grew stronger.
Finally, we reached our climax together, our bodies trembling with the intensity of our release. Shreyas cum a lot and swallowed it as I did earlier. Shreyas was lost in my pussy juices, and we savoured our moment for a while.
The next morning, I woke up feeling renewed with purpose and determination. Today I would make things right with Shreyas. I prepared for the day ahead. My body tingled with anticipation. Tonight when we finally came together as lovers, it would be an experience neither of us would ever forget.
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