Rohan quietly slipped off his worn leather shoes and set them down by the wall. Rajasthan's arid air clung to him like the cloying scent of incense that filled the village home. The festivities of his ruined cousin's wedding reverberated outside, but here, all was quiet.
He continued down the corridor, guided by tiny lanterns casting a flickering glow. The scent of sandalwood seemed to grow stronger with each step, calming his weary nerves.
He reached a doorway at the corridor's end, light spilling from within. Treading softly, he stepped inside.
In the dim light, he could make out a figure lying on the bed, the thin sheet draped over her, barely hiding her feminine form. As he approached, drawn by a magnetic pull, he noticed her face - a striking resemblance to his mother. He hesitated, puzzled, then shook it off, attributing it to the incense and his exhausted mind playing tricks on him.
Without a second thought, he moved closer to the bed, the flickering light casting intriguing shadows over the woman. His hand reached out tentatively, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. The tenderness in the gesture surprised even him, but this woman, whoever she was, stirred a strange yet exhilarating feeling within him.
His hands, no longer under his control, started to wander, caressing her smooth cheek before sliding down to her shoulders.
Exploring the soft curves, Rohan felt a warmth spread through his entire body. He wasn't sure if it was the heat of the desert night or the unspoken allure of the mysterious woman lying before him.
Bending down, he gently brushed his lips against her collarbone, savoring the taste of her skin. The scent of her perfume - a heady blend of jasmine and musk - lingered in the air, filling his senses. In one swift motion, he pulled the sheet off, revealing the full glory of her body, like an artist unveiling a masterpiece.
She stirred, murmuring softly, her eyes fluttering open. For a moment, Rohan's heart skipped a beat, but the woman merely smiled, her eyes heavy with desire. Her acceptance ignited a fire within him, one that he could no longer ignore.
However, just as his lips traced a path down her neck, he heard a muffled gasp, followed by an unmistakable tremble of resistance.
Her hand moved to push him away, her eyes wide with shock, realization slowly setting in. "Wait!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can't do this."
The room suddenly felt colder, the air thicker, as Rohan tried to comprehend the sudden shift. He studied her face, every line and curve of her expression, a jolt of recognition sending his heart racing. It wasn't possible. How could this be?
"Mom?" he stammered, disbelief clawing at him, rendering him speechless. The tender, sensuous woman lying before him was none other than his own mother.
The name hung heavy in the air, its syllables piercing through the fragrant incense smoke.
Rohan stared at her in shock, the erotic haze of the moment dissipating like morning mist. Mrs. Sharma's face was a mixture of emotions - confusion, fear, and an undeniable glimmer of arousal.
"Rohan," she whispered, her voice barely above a tremor. Her hand still rested on his chest, frozen between them, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. Her eyes darted towards the saree on the floor, a silent testament to the forgotten boundaries of their relationship.
Rohan's gaze followed hers, and with a jolt of clarity, he realized the weight of his transgression.
"Mom, I-I'm so sorry," he stammered, wrestling with his conflicting emotions. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I wasn't thinking-"
As his voice trailed off, his hands remained, unwilling to sever their connection. His body betrayed him, still aching for the release only she could offer. Rohan felt an unbearable tension build within him, part shame, part longing, and part deep-seated desire he never knew he had for his mother.
And yet, as he looked into her eyes, he could tell she felt the same, struggling to hide the wanton need bubbling just beneath the surface.
He slowly placed himself between her spread legs, his gaze fixed on hers. Her breath hitched as he moved closer, their bodies mere inches apart.
"Mom, I-" he started to say, but she silenced him with a gentle touch.
"Don't," she whispered, her voice husky and thick with desire. "Don't say a word."
In that moment, he surrendered to the taboo cravings, forgetting the scandal and societal norms that once governed their lives.
Their eyes locked, and without any hesitation, he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss.
The room spun around them, the forbidden passion blazing between them like wildfire.
His hands roamed her body, eliciting low moans from her as she responded to his touch. The sweetness of her lips consumed him, drowning out every objection, every iota of restraint.
And yet, just as suddenly as it had begun, she pulled away, leaving him breathless and dazed.
"No!" she gasped, slapping him hard across the face. Her eyes flashed with anger, confusion, and an all-consuming guilt.
"How could we let this happen?" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. "What have we done?"
His cheek stung, the sharp pain a stark reminder of their transgression. Rohan's mind raced, unable to comprehend the rapid turn of events. The ecstasy of moments ago was now replaced with an emptiness he couldn't ignore.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. There was nothing to say, nothing to make this right. The boundaries of their relationship had been crossed, and there was no turning back.
Rohan's mind raced as he tried to make sense of what had just transpired between him and his mother. The sting of her slap lingered on his cheek, a constant reminder of the anguish that coursed through her.
"Why did you do that?" Rohan demanded, anger rising within him, consuming the last vestiges of the ardor that had previously gripped him. "Why did you lead me on like that?"
Mrs. Sharma looked at him with tear-filled eyes, her voice trembling as she tried to explain. "I-I didn't mean to, Rohan. I-I didn't want to. This was never supposed to happen."
He shook his head, disbelief etched across his features. "You wanted it just as much as I did.
You can't deny that," Rohan shot back, his voice wavering between accusation and despair. She didn't respond, her tear-streaked face a mirror to the turmoil he felt inside.
Rohan's eyes narrowed as he took a deep breath, wrestling with the desire to comfort her and the lingering anger that threatened to boil over.
Without warning, she lunged towards him, her hand raised in a desperate attempt to slap him again. But Rohan was quicker this time. He caught her wrist in mid-air, pinning it to the bed near her head. The force of his grip caused her to gasp, her eyes wide with surprise and fear.
"You don't want to do that, Mom," Rohan growled, the rage and frustration bubbling to the surface. He leaned in close, their faces barely an inch apart. "You don't want to push me away again."
Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
There was a spark of defiance in her gaze, but beneath it, Rohan saw a hint of pleading, a silent appeal to let her go. And it was in that moment, as he looked into the eyes of his own mother, that Rohan realized he could not simply abandon her.
Their heated exchange had severed whatever fragile bond they had left, but the tangled emotions remained, refusing to dissipate like the scent of incense. Rohan felt a strange mix of guilt, protectiveness, and an unexpected ache in his heart.
Without warning, he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers once more. At first, she resisted, her body stiff beneath him.
But Rohan persisted, a silent plea in his kiss. Gradually, the tension in her body began to dissolve, her lips softening in response to his.
The kiss deepened, and Rohan could feel the barriers between them shattering. Mrs. Sharma wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Their bodies melded together, the warmth of their shared desire creating a sanctuary against the chilling guilt that threatened to consume them.
Rohan's hands roamed her body, his fingertips tracing delicate lines along her waist and hips.
But as his touch grew bolder, venturing towards the swell of her breasts, she suddenly pushed him away.
"Stop!" she gasped, her hands pushing against his chest with surprising strength. "We can't do this, Rohan. This is wrong. We can't."
Her denial hung between them like an invisible barrier, a palpable reminder of the transgression they had committed. Rohan could see the panic in her eyes, a desperate need for absolution.
"But Mom," Rohan began, his voice trembling as he reached out to touch her. "I want this. I want you."
Rohan's voice trembled with conviction, leaving no room for argument. "I want you, and I know you feel the same."
He kissed her deeply, cutting off any further protests. As he explored the depths of her mouth, Rohan could feel the tension in her body gradually melt. Her lips softened beneath his, her fingers hesitantly trailing up his arm.
He deepened the kiss, his hands reaching up to tangle in her long, dark hair. In response, she let out a soft sigh, her hands moving to rest on his chest.
Gradually, their bodies pressed closer, the heat between them intensifying as their tongues danced together. Rohan could feel her heart pounding in rhythm with his own, a symphony of yearning and trepidation.
He trailed his lips down her jawline, peppering tender kisses along her neck. Mrs.
Sharma shuddered beneath his touch, a sigh escaping her lips as he expertly manipulated the sensitive flesh. His hands continued to explore her body, tracing a path down her sides, his fingers splaying over her hips and gripping tightly.
Suddenly, Rohan paused, pulling back slightly as he heard a faint noise coming from outside. A shiver of unease ran down his spine, snapping him out of the fog of lust that had enveloped them.
He sat up abruptly, straining his ears to listen. Outside, a muffled argument had broken out, voices growing increasingly hostile. Curiosity piqued, Rohan reluctantly pulled himself away from his mother, eager to investigate.
Mrs. Sharma watched him with a mixture of confusion and disappointment, silently begging him to stay. "What's going on?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rohan hesitated, torn between the desire to succumb to their illicit attraction and the need to maintain some semblance of decorum.
Ignoring her question, Rohan decided to seize the moment, leaning in to capture her lips in another passionate kiss. To his surprise, she responded with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer.
Suddenly, Rohan paused for a minute, breaking the kiss. He looked into her eyes, trying to gauge her reaction, only to find them clouded with desire.
Rohan continued kissing her, surprising her with his renewed intensity. Her eyes fluttered shut as she succumbed to the overwhelming feelings coursing through her.
He teased her lips apart, delving his tongue deep into her mouth. She met him with equal enthusiasm, their tongues dancing together in a sensual ballet.
His lips trailed down her neck, drawing little gasps of pleasure from her as he continued to move lower.
Mrs. Sharma arched her back, her fingers digging into the muscles of Rohan's shoulders as he worshipped her body. The sensations coursing through her were overwhelming, and yet, she craved more.
Rohan's hands glided down her sides, coming to rest on her hips. With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer, the warmth of their bodies melding together in perfect harmony.
His lips found the swell of her breast, teasing the sensitive flesh through the thin fabric of her blouse. She moaned softly, her head falling back in ecstasy as she allowed herself to become lost in the pleasure of the moment.
Slowly, Rohan began to unbutton her blouse, exposing the soft, creamy skin beneath.
The anticipation between them was palpable, crackling in the air like electricity. Each button revealed more of her, sending his pulse racing with every inch uncovered. When the last button came free, he slid the fabric off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist.
The sight before him stole his breath away. Mrs. Sharma's ample cleavage beckoned him closer, her pert nipples straining against the lacy fabric of her bra. His cock throbbed painfully, straining against his trousers.
Unable to resist, he bent his head to taste her, his lips exploring the valley between her breasts. Her breath hitched as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down the swell of her breasts, the heat of his breath sending shivers down her spine.
His fingers teased the clasp of her bra, flicking it open deftly.
Her breasts spilled free, the rosy peaks already hardened in arousal. Rohan couldn't resist the temptation. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently, watching as her nipples tightened further.
With a groan, Rohan leaned forward, taking one peak into his mouth. He sucked and teased it with his tongue, drawing a soft moan from his mother. The sound sent a surge of desire through him, and he redoubled his efforts, lavishing attention on her other breast.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. Rohan complied, sucking harder, his tongue swirling over her nipple in a slow, languid circle. Mrs. Sharma gasped, her breath hitching as he nibbled the sensitive peak.
He switched between her breasts, giving each one equal attention.
With a wet pop, he released her nipple, causing a chill to ripple through her.
"Rohan," she whimpered, her voice strained with need. He understood the unspoken plea, and in one swift motion, he pushed her onto the mattress.
Her back hit the soft, woven mat beneath them. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, pupils dilated, and lids heavy. Rohan couldn't help but admire the sight before him—his own mother, laid bare and willing, her body begging for his touch.
"You're beautiful," Rohan murmured, his fingers tracing the contours of her stomach. She shivered, arching her back, silently encouraging him to continue. He obliged, his fingers drifting lower, exploring her sensitive folds.
She moaned, her hips bucking against his touch, as he discovered what drove her pleasure.
But he didn't forget the luscious mounds above, holding both the breasts firmly.
Her heartbeat quickened, thrumming against his chest as he rocked gently on top of her, grinding their bodies together in perfect harmony. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of excitement, shame, and pleasure.
His thumb circled her nub, eliciting soft gasps from her lips. She clung to him, her nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders, desperate for something to ground her as he brought her closer to the edge.
Rohan continued to tease her nipples, swirling his tongue around them, alternating between long, languid strokes and short, rapid flicks that sent waves of pleasure cascading through her. The contrast was maddening, making it impossible for her to predict his next move, keeping her constantly on the brink of climax.
Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Rohan's mouth abandoned her nipples, trailing a blaze of fire down her abdomen. Her muscles tensed, a sudden wave of vulnerability washing over her. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and hungry, seeking her permission.
She nodded silently, her breath hitching as she felt her body's urgent demands.
With steady hands, she lifted her hips, allowing Rohan to slide her petticoat down her legs. The material pooled around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
She lay exposed before him, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal warring within her.
Yet, as she watched Rohan's eyes drink in the sight of her, a fresh wave of desire surged through her veins.
He lowered his head, placing soft kisses along the inside of her thighs, teasing her with his proximity to her damp center.
Her breath caught in her throat, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as Rohan's fingers hooked under the edges of her panties.
He pulled them down, baring her completely to him.
The heat emanating from her core was almost palpable, igniting a primal hunger deep within him.
Rohan knew he could wait no longer. As she squirmed beneath him, he began to undo his belt, eager to release the tension that had built between them.
Mrs. Sharma watched him, biting her lower lip as she anticipated his next move. A part of her felt guilty for the sinful thoughts running through her mind, but another part couldn't deny the intense pleasure that his touch evoked.
Rohan's fingers deftly worked his fly, freeing his erection from its confines. The tip of his shaft peeked out, glistening with precum, evidence of his arousal.
Her eyes widened at the sight of his engorged member. The length and girth were impressive, and the flush of embarrassment on her cheeks deepened as she imagined what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside her.
Rohan, too, seemed entranced by the sight, as if he couldn't believe what was happening either. His gaze lingered on her exposed sex for a long moment before he snapped out of his reverie, meeting her eyes with a slight nod.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked softly, concern evident in his voice.
She hesitated, torn between her doubts and her longing for the forbidden pleasure he promised.
Finally, she made her decision. She spread her legs wider invitingly, signaling her readiness to embark on this illicit journey with him.
But as he positioned himself at her entrance, she suddenly stopped him with an urgent whisper.
"Wait, Rohan. We need to use protection."
A flicker of confusion crossed his face before understanding dawned on him. Reaching for his pants, he rummaged through the pockets and retrieved a condom wrapper.
Ripping it open, he sheathed himself carefully, ensuring it was properly in place before returning his focus to her.
"Is this okay?" he asked tentatively, hovering just above her, the warmth of their bodies mingling even before their union was complete.
She nodded, reaching out to trace his jawline with a shaky finger. He closed his eyes, savoring the gentle touch, before pressing forward, allowing the head of his shaft to breach her entrance.
Her body tensed beneath him, and she drew in a sharp breath, a mix of pain and pleasure crossing her face.
He held still, waiting for her to adjust to the intrusion, not wanting to rush their first time together.
After a moment, she nodded, urging him to continue with her eyes, her hands moving to clutch at his shoulders.
Carefully, he eased deeper, feeling her slick walls yielding to his invasion, their bodies becoming one.
Inch by inch, he filled her, his movements deliberate and measured.
When he was fully seated, they both sighed, their eyes locking for a brief moment, acknowledging the gravity of their actions.
Then, without warning, she arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips as her body instinctively urged him on.
"Oh, Rohan!" she cried out, her voice trembling with the strength of her pleasure.
The sound of his mother's cries echoed through the small room, and Rohan's heart raced. The thrill of the illicit mixed with the burning passion between them, fueling his desire as he began to move within her.
Each thrust elicited a gasp or moan from Mrs. Sharma, and her fingers dug into his shoulders as she clung to him for dear life. Rohan was mesmerized by her response, the way her eyes fluttered shut and her head rolled back, her lips parted as she gave herself over to the exquisite sensations coursing through her body.
He increased his pace, driving into her with steady, powerful strokes that left them both breathless.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the sounds of their pleasure filling the room as they became lost in the throes of their forbidden union.
But then, Rohan's thoughts began to drift, memories of his past lovers and fantasies of what could be flooding his mind.
Suddenly, he craved something more, something that would allow him to connect with her on a deeper level.
It was then that Rohan made the split-second decision that would change everything.
He pulled out abruptly, yanking the condom off and tossing it aside.
His mother gasped, her eyes flying open in shock as she stared at him, bewildered by his actions.
"Rohan, what are you doing?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and uncertainty.
Rohan ignored her apprehension and leaned in closer, his eyes locked on hers.
He could see the confusion in her gaze, but also a flicker of desire that she couldn't hide.
Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in judgment, Rohan pounced, his lips crushing down on hers as he claimed her with a ferocity that left her breathless.
She attempted to resist, her hands pushing against his chest, but Rohan was relentless.
He gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head as he loomed over her, a predator stalking his prey.
Despite herself, she couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine.
She had never experienced such dominance before, and while it scared her, it also ignited a fire deep within her.
The feeling of vulnerability, coupled with the thrill of their forbidden affair, proved to be an irresistible combination for Mrs. Sharma.
As Rohan continued to devour her lips, she surrendered to the moment, parting her legs in a silent invitation for him to return to her core. Rohan needed no further encouragement. The primal urge to possess her, to claim her as his own, was too strong to resist.
He positioned himself at her entrance once more, his hard, bare shaft gliding through her wet folds. Without the barrier of protection, he felt every inch of her warmth and wetness, heightening his pleasure.
Slowly, he pushed inside her, inch by inch, watching as her eyes fluttered shut and her head tilted back in ecstasy.
Her body welcomed him, her inner walls clenching around his shaft as he buried himself deeper within her. Once fully sheathed, Rohan paused, allowing her to adjust to his size before beginning to thrust.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his as they settled into a steady rhythm, the two of them panting with exertion and pleasure.
But then, in the midst of their shared ecstasy, Rohan suddenly stopped, pulling out with a wet pop.
Startled, Mrs. Sharma looked up at him, confusion etched on her features.
"What's wrong?" she asked breathlessly, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Rohan looked down at her, his expression unreadable for a moment.
Then, he leaned in close, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her close to his face.
His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke, but his words burned with conviction.
"From today, I will be your sex partner," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Sharma swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as Rohan's words echoed in her ears.
"This can't go on forever," she whispered nervously, echoing the thoughts that had been plaguing her since they started their illicit affair.
Her mind was in turmoil as she weighed the risks and consequences of their actions. They were treading on dangerous ground, and she knew they couldn't continue to live in this fantasy world forever.
Rohan looked at her, his eyes softening as he saw the look of worry etched on her face.
"I know," he said quietly, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "But we can't ignore what we feel for each other either. Not yet."
Mrs. Sharma felt a pang of guilt as she thought about how wrong it was for them to give in to their desires, especially given their familial relationship.
But just as she was about to pull away, Rohan's hands found her breasts again, this time groping them aggressively.
"Rohan, stop," she protested weakly, her body betraying her as she found herself arching into his touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
But Rohan wasn't listening. Instead, he continued to fondle her, his touch growing rougher and more insistent. Mrs. Sharma could feel her resolve crumbling as she succumbed to the pleasure coursing through her body.
Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she couldn't help but moan softly as he kneaded her breasts, his fingers teasing her sensitive nubs. Rohan took advantage of her responsiveness, his lips finding hers in a bruising kiss.
His tongue delved deep into her mouth, dueling with hers in a dance as old as time itself. All the while, his fingers continued to play with her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples into taut peaks.
Mrs. Sharma couldn't help but moan, the sensation of his lips and fingers on her body bringing her to new heights of pleasure.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, unable to get enough of him.
Rohan broke the kiss, looking down at her with a wicked grin.
Before she could react, he grabbed her thighs roughly, spreading them wide open.
Mrs. Sharma gasped in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt herself become completely exposed to him. But rather than feeling embarrassed or ashamed, the position allowed her to feel even more vulnerable, heightening the intensity of their illicit encounter. But instead of thrusting inside her immediately, he teased her, rubbing the tip of his shaft along her opening, tantalizingly close but not quite entering.
Mrs. Sharma whimpered, her hips bucking upwards, desperately seeking the friction she craved. But Rohan held back, enjoying the control he had over her.
"Please, Rohan," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
"Stop teasing me and give me what I want."
But Rohan had other plans. He wanted to drive her wild with pleasure, to make her feel things she had never felt before. And so, he continued to taunt her, sliding his shaft up and down her slick folds without entering her.
She writhed beneath him, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts, but Rohan remained just out of reach. Frustration mingled with desire, and she let out a cry of frustration.
Rohan smirked at her reaction before finally granting her wish. With a sudden movement, he reached down and slapped her pussy, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room. The sensation was unlike anything Mrs. Sharma had ever experienced. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her, causing her to gasp in surprise. The slight sting was quickly replaced by an intense warmth that spread throughout her lower belly, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. Rohan watched in fascination as her eyes widened, her mouth dropping open in a silent O of pleasure. Encouraged by her reaction, he slapped her again, harder this time, and Mrs. Sharma cried out, her hips bucking up to meet his hand. She was completely at his mercy, and she loved every second of it. Rohan continued to slap her pussy, setting a rhythm that soon had Mrs.
Sharma crying out in pleasure, her body shuddering with each strike. Then, he leaned in close, whispering dirty words in her ear as he resumed his earlier teasing.
"That's right, baby, beg for it," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell me how much you want my cock inside you."
Mrs. Sharma moaned at his words, feeling a renewed surge of desire as she realized just how far they had gone. Yet, instead of stopping, she found herself only wanting more.
"Yes, Rohan, please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I need you inside me."
Rohan grinned at her words, satisfied that she was finally ready for him. With one smooth motion, he entered her, sinking deep into her warmth. Mrs.
Sharma hesitated, taken aback by Rohan's sudden change in tone.
"What did you say?" she stammered, unsure if she had heard him correctly.
He leaned in closer, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.
"I said, call me sir or master," he repeated, his voice low and commanding.
Mrs. Sharma felt a surge of trepidation as she considered his demand.
On one hand, she was deeply uncomfortable with the idea of addressing her own son in such a manner, especially in the context of their intimate activities.
On the other hand, she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her at the thought of submitting to him in such a way.
She had always been drawn to the idea of power exchange in her sexual relationships, and Rohan's unexpected display of dominance was igniting a fire deep within her.
"Sir," she whispered hesitantly, testing the word on her lips.
The moment the word left her mouth, a shudder ran down her spine, a mix of shame and excitement coursing through her veins.
Rohan's grin widened, and he leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
As they explored each other's mouths, he reached down to grasp her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he began to move against her.
His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, but soon he picked up the pace, driving into her with a ferocity that left her breathless.
The feeling of being taken, of surrendering to his desires, was intoxicating.
Mrs.Sharma's cries grew louder and more desperate, her pleas for punishment and humiliation ringing in Rohan's ears.
"Harder, master, please!" she begged, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets as he plunged into her with renewed force.
The shift in dynamic took Rohan by surprise, but he found himself rising to the occasion. He had never before considered himself a dominant lover, but with his mother's encouragement, he began to embrace the role.
His thrusts grew rougher, each one punctuated by a sharp slap on her bottom. Mrs. Sharma cried out in pain and pleasure, her body trembling beneath him.
"Yes, master, yes!" she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his.
Rohan felt a thrill of excitement at her words, a sense of power and control that he had never experienced before.
Emboldened, he gripped her hips even tighter and began to piston in and out of her with abandon, his thrusts growing harder and faster as he sought release. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, but he paid no heed, consumed by the raw, primal urge to claim her fully.
He leaned over her, teeth gritted as he pummeled her depths, their sweat-slicked bodies slapping together in a fevered tempo. With each thrust, his balls slapped against her sensitive clit, and she moaned, her orgasm building once more despite the discomfort.
He angled himself differently, hitting her G-spot with every brutal stroke, and she screamed, her body shuddering as she came again. He rode her through it, drawing out the waves of pleasure until she was left spent and gasping beneath him.
Only then did he slow down, his hips continuing to roll gently against hers as she caught her breath. Rohan smiled, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction at having pleased her so thoroughly.
But he was not finished yet. He knew that women could experience multiple orgasms, and he intended to give her as many as her body could handle. Besides, he was enjoying himself immensely, feeling more alive and present in the moment than he ever had before.
So, with a fierce determination, he picked up the pace once more, thrusting into her with renewed vigor. As they made love in missionary style, Rohan reached down to caress her breasts. He squeezed them gently, letting his thumbs circle her hardened nipples. His mother gasped as he touched her, arching her back and pushing her chest into his hands. He took this as a sign to continue and leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it gently, teasing it with his tongue before nibbling it lightly. His mother moaned in pleasure, letting her legs wrap around his waist to pull him in deeper. Rohan complied, increasing his pace and driving himself deeper inside her. He could feel her walls tightening around him as she got closer to her peak, and he wanted nothing more than to send her spiraling over the edge.
But he also needed to take care of himself before he lost control.
With a groan, Rohan leaned in closer to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Baby, I'm about to cum," he said, his voice rough and heavy with lust.
At his words, she stiffened, her legs tightening around his waist as she turned to look at him, panic in her eyes.
"No, Rohan, don't cum inside me," she begged, her voice shaking with fear.
But it was too late. With one final thrust, Rohan reached his climax, releasing his seed deep inside his mother's womb.
He collapsed onto her, panting heavily, his heart racing as he reveled in the afterglow of their illicit encounter.
But as they lay there, tangled in each other's limbs, a sense of unease crept over Mrs. Sharma.
What had they done?
She had known that their encounter was wrong, but in the heat of the moment, she had given in to her desires.
But now, the reality of their situation was setting in.
She had just committed incest with her own son.
The realization was almost too much to bear.
How could they have let this happen? What kind of twisted desires had led them to this point?
Yet, as Mr. Sharma lay there in her arms, spent and panting, Mrs. Sharma couldn't deny the strange sense of fulfillment she felt. She had never known such pleasure, such an intense connection with another person.
As these conflicting emotions swirled through her mind, Rohan slowly lifted his head from her shoulder, his eyes meeting hers.
He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a word, Mrs. Sharma tensed and pushed him aside. Rolling out of bed, she reached for the nearby bed sheet and wrapped it tightly around her naked body. Rohan stared at her in confusion, wondering what could have possibly caused this sudden change in her demeanor. For a moment, he thought back to their conversation earlier, wondering if he had somehow upset her. But as he replayed the conversation in his mind, he realized that he had done nothing wrong. It was only then that he noticed the look of regret and shame in her eyes. Rohan's heart sank as he realized that she regretted what had happened between them.
"Mom, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why are you acting like this?"
He continued down the corridor, guided by tiny lanterns casting a flickering glow. The scent of sandalwood seemed to grow stronger with each step, calming his weary nerves.
He reached a doorway at the corridor's end, light spilling from within. Treading softly, he stepped inside.
In the dim light, he could make out a figure lying on the bed, the thin sheet draped over her, barely hiding her feminine form. As he approached, drawn by a magnetic pull, he noticed her face - a striking resemblance to his mother. He hesitated, puzzled, then shook it off, attributing it to the incense and his exhausted mind playing tricks on him.
Without a second thought, he moved closer to the bed, the flickering light casting intriguing shadows over the woman. His hand reached out tentatively, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. The tenderness in the gesture surprised even him, but this woman, whoever she was, stirred a strange yet exhilarating feeling within him.
His hands, no longer under his control, started to wander, caressing her smooth cheek before sliding down to her shoulders.
Exploring the soft curves, Rohan felt a warmth spread through his entire body. He wasn't sure if it was the heat of the desert night or the unspoken allure of the mysterious woman lying before him.
Bending down, he gently brushed his lips against her collarbone, savoring the taste of her skin. The scent of her perfume - a heady blend of jasmine and musk - lingered in the air, filling his senses. In one swift motion, he pulled the sheet off, revealing the full glory of her body, like an artist unveiling a masterpiece.
She stirred, murmuring softly, her eyes fluttering open. For a moment, Rohan's heart skipped a beat, but the woman merely smiled, her eyes heavy with desire. Her acceptance ignited a fire within him, one that he could no longer ignore.
However, just as his lips traced a path down her neck, he heard a muffled gasp, followed by an unmistakable tremble of resistance.
Her hand moved to push him away, her eyes wide with shock, realization slowly setting in. "Wait!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can't do this."
The room suddenly felt colder, the air thicker, as Rohan tried to comprehend the sudden shift. He studied her face, every line and curve of her expression, a jolt of recognition sending his heart racing. It wasn't possible. How could this be?
"Mom?" he stammered, disbelief clawing at him, rendering him speechless. The tender, sensuous woman lying before him was none other than his own mother.
The name hung heavy in the air, its syllables piercing through the fragrant incense smoke.
Rohan stared at her in shock, the erotic haze of the moment dissipating like morning mist. Mrs. Sharma's face was a mixture of emotions - confusion, fear, and an undeniable glimmer of arousal.
"Rohan," she whispered, her voice barely above a tremor. Her hand still rested on his chest, frozen between them, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. Her eyes darted towards the saree on the floor, a silent testament to the forgotten boundaries of their relationship.
Rohan's gaze followed hers, and with a jolt of clarity, he realized the weight of his transgression.
"Mom, I-I'm so sorry," he stammered, wrestling with his conflicting emotions. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I wasn't thinking-"
As his voice trailed off, his hands remained, unwilling to sever their connection. His body betrayed him, still aching for the release only she could offer. Rohan felt an unbearable tension build within him, part shame, part longing, and part deep-seated desire he never knew he had for his mother.
And yet, as he looked into her eyes, he could tell she felt the same, struggling to hide the wanton need bubbling just beneath the surface.
He slowly placed himself between her spread legs, his gaze fixed on hers. Her breath hitched as he moved closer, their bodies mere inches apart.
"Mom, I-" he started to say, but she silenced him with a gentle touch.
"Don't," she whispered, her voice husky and thick with desire. "Don't say a word."
In that moment, he surrendered to the taboo cravings, forgetting the scandal and societal norms that once governed their lives.
Their eyes locked, and without any hesitation, he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss.
The room spun around them, the forbidden passion blazing between them like wildfire.
His hands roamed her body, eliciting low moans from her as she responded to his touch. The sweetness of her lips consumed him, drowning out every objection, every iota of restraint.
And yet, just as suddenly as it had begun, she pulled away, leaving him breathless and dazed.
"No!" she gasped, slapping him hard across the face. Her eyes flashed with anger, confusion, and an all-consuming guilt.
"How could we let this happen?" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. "What have we done?"
His cheek stung, the sharp pain a stark reminder of their transgression. Rohan's mind raced, unable to comprehend the rapid turn of events. The ecstasy of moments ago was now replaced with an emptiness he couldn't ignore.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. There was nothing to say, nothing to make this right. The boundaries of their relationship had been crossed, and there was no turning back.
Rohan's mind raced as he tried to make sense of what had just transpired between him and his mother. The sting of her slap lingered on his cheek, a constant reminder of the anguish that coursed through her.
"Why did you do that?" Rohan demanded, anger rising within him, consuming the last vestiges of the ardor that had previously gripped him. "Why did you lead me on like that?"
Mrs. Sharma looked at him with tear-filled eyes, her voice trembling as she tried to explain. "I-I didn't mean to, Rohan. I-I didn't want to. This was never supposed to happen."
He shook his head, disbelief etched across his features. "You wanted it just as much as I did.
You can't deny that," Rohan shot back, his voice wavering between accusation and despair. She didn't respond, her tear-streaked face a mirror to the turmoil he felt inside.
Rohan's eyes narrowed as he took a deep breath, wrestling with the desire to comfort her and the lingering anger that threatened to boil over.
Without warning, she lunged towards him, her hand raised in a desperate attempt to slap him again. But Rohan was quicker this time. He caught her wrist in mid-air, pinning it to the bed near her head. The force of his grip caused her to gasp, her eyes wide with surprise and fear.
"You don't want to do that, Mom," Rohan growled, the rage and frustration bubbling to the surface. He leaned in close, their faces barely an inch apart. "You don't want to push me away again."
Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
There was a spark of defiance in her gaze, but beneath it, Rohan saw a hint of pleading, a silent appeal to let her go. And it was in that moment, as he looked into the eyes of his own mother, that Rohan realized he could not simply abandon her.
Their heated exchange had severed whatever fragile bond they had left, but the tangled emotions remained, refusing to dissipate like the scent of incense. Rohan felt a strange mix of guilt, protectiveness, and an unexpected ache in his heart.
Without warning, he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers once more. At first, she resisted, her body stiff beneath him.
But Rohan persisted, a silent plea in his kiss. Gradually, the tension in her body began to dissolve, her lips softening in response to his.
The kiss deepened, and Rohan could feel the barriers between them shattering. Mrs. Sharma wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Their bodies melded together, the warmth of their shared desire creating a sanctuary against the chilling guilt that threatened to consume them.
Rohan's hands roamed her body, his fingertips tracing delicate lines along her waist and hips.
But as his touch grew bolder, venturing towards the swell of her breasts, she suddenly pushed him away.
"Stop!" she gasped, her hands pushing against his chest with surprising strength. "We can't do this, Rohan. This is wrong. We can't."
Her denial hung between them like an invisible barrier, a palpable reminder of the transgression they had committed. Rohan could see the panic in her eyes, a desperate need for absolution.
"But Mom," Rohan began, his voice trembling as he reached out to touch her. "I want this. I want you."
Rohan's voice trembled with conviction, leaving no room for argument. "I want you, and I know you feel the same."
He kissed her deeply, cutting off any further protests. As he explored the depths of her mouth, Rohan could feel the tension in her body gradually melt. Her lips softened beneath his, her fingers hesitantly trailing up his arm.
He deepened the kiss, his hands reaching up to tangle in her long, dark hair. In response, she let out a soft sigh, her hands moving to rest on his chest.
Gradually, their bodies pressed closer, the heat between them intensifying as their tongues danced together. Rohan could feel her heart pounding in rhythm with his own, a symphony of yearning and trepidation.
He trailed his lips down her jawline, peppering tender kisses along her neck. Mrs.
Sharma shuddered beneath his touch, a sigh escaping her lips as he expertly manipulated the sensitive flesh. His hands continued to explore her body, tracing a path down her sides, his fingers splaying over her hips and gripping tightly.
Suddenly, Rohan paused, pulling back slightly as he heard a faint noise coming from outside. A shiver of unease ran down his spine, snapping him out of the fog of lust that had enveloped them.
He sat up abruptly, straining his ears to listen. Outside, a muffled argument had broken out, voices growing increasingly hostile. Curiosity piqued, Rohan reluctantly pulled himself away from his mother, eager to investigate.
Mrs. Sharma watched him with a mixture of confusion and disappointment, silently begging him to stay. "What's going on?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rohan hesitated, torn between the desire to succumb to their illicit attraction and the need to maintain some semblance of decorum.
Ignoring her question, Rohan decided to seize the moment, leaning in to capture her lips in another passionate kiss. To his surprise, she responded with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer.
Suddenly, Rohan paused for a minute, breaking the kiss. He looked into her eyes, trying to gauge her reaction, only to find them clouded with desire.
Rohan continued kissing her, surprising her with his renewed intensity. Her eyes fluttered shut as she succumbed to the overwhelming feelings coursing through her.
He teased her lips apart, delving his tongue deep into her mouth. She met him with equal enthusiasm, their tongues dancing together in a sensual ballet.
His lips trailed down her neck, drawing little gasps of pleasure from her as he continued to move lower.
Mrs. Sharma arched her back, her fingers digging into the muscles of Rohan's shoulders as he worshipped her body. The sensations coursing through her were overwhelming, and yet, she craved more.
Rohan's hands glided down her sides, coming to rest on her hips. With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer, the warmth of their bodies melding together in perfect harmony.
His lips found the swell of her breast, teasing the sensitive flesh through the thin fabric of her blouse. She moaned softly, her head falling back in ecstasy as she allowed herself to become lost in the pleasure of the moment.
Slowly, Rohan began to unbutton her blouse, exposing the soft, creamy skin beneath.
The anticipation between them was palpable, crackling in the air like electricity. Each button revealed more of her, sending his pulse racing with every inch uncovered. When the last button came free, he slid the fabric off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist.
The sight before him stole his breath away. Mrs. Sharma's ample cleavage beckoned him closer, her pert nipples straining against the lacy fabric of her bra. His cock throbbed painfully, straining against his trousers.
Unable to resist, he bent his head to taste her, his lips exploring the valley between her breasts. Her breath hitched as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down the swell of her breasts, the heat of his breath sending shivers down her spine.
His fingers teased the clasp of her bra, flicking it open deftly.
Her breasts spilled free, the rosy peaks already hardened in arousal. Rohan couldn't resist the temptation. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently, watching as her nipples tightened further.
With a groan, Rohan leaned forward, taking one peak into his mouth. He sucked and teased it with his tongue, drawing a soft moan from his mother. The sound sent a surge of desire through him, and he redoubled his efforts, lavishing attention on her other breast.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. Rohan complied, sucking harder, his tongue swirling over her nipple in a slow, languid circle. Mrs. Sharma gasped, her breath hitching as he nibbled the sensitive peak.
He switched between her breasts, giving each one equal attention.
With a wet pop, he released her nipple, causing a chill to ripple through her.
"Rohan," she whimpered, her voice strained with need. He understood the unspoken plea, and in one swift motion, he pushed her onto the mattress.
Her back hit the soft, woven mat beneath them. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, pupils dilated, and lids heavy. Rohan couldn't help but admire the sight before him—his own mother, laid bare and willing, her body begging for his touch.
"You're beautiful," Rohan murmured, his fingers tracing the contours of her stomach. She shivered, arching her back, silently encouraging him to continue. He obliged, his fingers drifting lower, exploring her sensitive folds.
She moaned, her hips bucking against his touch, as he discovered what drove her pleasure.
But he didn't forget the luscious mounds above, holding both the breasts firmly.
Her heartbeat quickened, thrumming against his chest as he rocked gently on top of her, grinding their bodies together in perfect harmony. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of excitement, shame, and pleasure.
His thumb circled her nub, eliciting soft gasps from her lips. She clung to him, her nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders, desperate for something to ground her as he brought her closer to the edge.
Rohan continued to tease her nipples, swirling his tongue around them, alternating between long, languid strokes and short, rapid flicks that sent waves of pleasure cascading through her. The contrast was maddening, making it impossible for her to predict his next move, keeping her constantly on the brink of climax.
Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Rohan's mouth abandoned her nipples, trailing a blaze of fire down her abdomen. Her muscles tensed, a sudden wave of vulnerability washing over her. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and hungry, seeking her permission.
She nodded silently, her breath hitching as she felt her body's urgent demands.
With steady hands, she lifted her hips, allowing Rohan to slide her petticoat down her legs. The material pooled around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
She lay exposed before him, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal warring within her.
Yet, as she watched Rohan's eyes drink in the sight of her, a fresh wave of desire surged through her veins.
He lowered his head, placing soft kisses along the inside of her thighs, teasing her with his proximity to her damp center.
Her breath caught in her throat, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as Rohan's fingers hooked under the edges of her panties.
He pulled them down, baring her completely to him.
The heat emanating from her core was almost palpable, igniting a primal hunger deep within him.
Rohan knew he could wait no longer. As she squirmed beneath him, he began to undo his belt, eager to release the tension that had built between them.
Mrs. Sharma watched him, biting her lower lip as she anticipated his next move. A part of her felt guilty for the sinful thoughts running through her mind, but another part couldn't deny the intense pleasure that his touch evoked.
Rohan's fingers deftly worked his fly, freeing his erection from its confines. The tip of his shaft peeked out, glistening with precum, evidence of his arousal.
Her eyes widened at the sight of his engorged member. The length and girth were impressive, and the flush of embarrassment on her cheeks deepened as she imagined what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside her.
Rohan, too, seemed entranced by the sight, as if he couldn't believe what was happening either. His gaze lingered on her exposed sex for a long moment before he snapped out of his reverie, meeting her eyes with a slight nod.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked softly, concern evident in his voice.
She hesitated, torn between her doubts and her longing for the forbidden pleasure he promised.
Finally, she made her decision. She spread her legs wider invitingly, signaling her readiness to embark on this illicit journey with him.
But as he positioned himself at her entrance, she suddenly stopped him with an urgent whisper.
"Wait, Rohan. We need to use protection."
A flicker of confusion crossed his face before understanding dawned on him. Reaching for his pants, he rummaged through the pockets and retrieved a condom wrapper.
Ripping it open, he sheathed himself carefully, ensuring it was properly in place before returning his focus to her.
"Is this okay?" he asked tentatively, hovering just above her, the warmth of their bodies mingling even before their union was complete.
She nodded, reaching out to trace his jawline with a shaky finger. He closed his eyes, savoring the gentle touch, before pressing forward, allowing the head of his shaft to breach her entrance.
Her body tensed beneath him, and she drew in a sharp breath, a mix of pain and pleasure crossing her face.
He held still, waiting for her to adjust to the intrusion, not wanting to rush their first time together.
After a moment, she nodded, urging him to continue with her eyes, her hands moving to clutch at his shoulders.
Carefully, he eased deeper, feeling her slick walls yielding to his invasion, their bodies becoming one.
Inch by inch, he filled her, his movements deliberate and measured.
When he was fully seated, they both sighed, their eyes locking for a brief moment, acknowledging the gravity of their actions.
Then, without warning, she arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips as her body instinctively urged him on.
"Oh, Rohan!" she cried out, her voice trembling with the strength of her pleasure.
The sound of his mother's cries echoed through the small room, and Rohan's heart raced. The thrill of the illicit mixed with the burning passion between them, fueling his desire as he began to move within her.
Each thrust elicited a gasp or moan from Mrs. Sharma, and her fingers dug into his shoulders as she clung to him for dear life. Rohan was mesmerized by her response, the way her eyes fluttered shut and her head rolled back, her lips parted as she gave herself over to the exquisite sensations coursing through her body.
He increased his pace, driving into her with steady, powerful strokes that left them both breathless.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the sounds of their pleasure filling the room as they became lost in the throes of their forbidden union.
But then, Rohan's thoughts began to drift, memories of his past lovers and fantasies of what could be flooding his mind.
Suddenly, he craved something more, something that would allow him to connect with her on a deeper level.
It was then that Rohan made the split-second decision that would change everything.
He pulled out abruptly, yanking the condom off and tossing it aside.
His mother gasped, her eyes flying open in shock as she stared at him, bewildered by his actions.
"Rohan, what are you doing?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and uncertainty.
Rohan ignored her apprehension and leaned in closer, his eyes locked on hers.
He could see the confusion in her gaze, but also a flicker of desire that she couldn't hide.
Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in judgment, Rohan pounced, his lips crushing down on hers as he claimed her with a ferocity that left her breathless.
She attempted to resist, her hands pushing against his chest, but Rohan was relentless.
He gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head as he loomed over her, a predator stalking his prey.
Despite herself, she couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine.
She had never experienced such dominance before, and while it scared her, it also ignited a fire deep within her.
The feeling of vulnerability, coupled with the thrill of their forbidden affair, proved to be an irresistible combination for Mrs. Sharma.
As Rohan continued to devour her lips, she surrendered to the moment, parting her legs in a silent invitation for him to return to her core. Rohan needed no further encouragement. The primal urge to possess her, to claim her as his own, was too strong to resist.
He positioned himself at her entrance once more, his hard, bare shaft gliding through her wet folds. Without the barrier of protection, he felt every inch of her warmth and wetness, heightening his pleasure.
Slowly, he pushed inside her, inch by inch, watching as her eyes fluttered shut and her head tilted back in ecstasy.
Her body welcomed him, her inner walls clenching around his shaft as he buried himself deeper within her. Once fully sheathed, Rohan paused, allowing her to adjust to his size before beginning to thrust.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his as they settled into a steady rhythm, the two of them panting with exertion and pleasure.
But then, in the midst of their shared ecstasy, Rohan suddenly stopped, pulling out with a wet pop.
Startled, Mrs. Sharma looked up at him, confusion etched on her features.
"What's wrong?" she asked breathlessly, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Rohan looked down at her, his expression unreadable for a moment.
Then, he leaned in close, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her close to his face.
His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke, but his words burned with conviction.
"From today, I will be your sex partner," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Sharma swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as Rohan's words echoed in her ears.
"This can't go on forever," she whispered nervously, echoing the thoughts that had been plaguing her since they started their illicit affair.
Her mind was in turmoil as she weighed the risks and consequences of their actions. They were treading on dangerous ground, and she knew they couldn't continue to live in this fantasy world forever.
Rohan looked at her, his eyes softening as he saw the look of worry etched on her face.
"I know," he said quietly, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "But we can't ignore what we feel for each other either. Not yet."
Mrs. Sharma felt a pang of guilt as she thought about how wrong it was for them to give in to their desires, especially given their familial relationship.
But just as she was about to pull away, Rohan's hands found her breasts again, this time groping them aggressively.
"Rohan, stop," she protested weakly, her body betraying her as she found herself arching into his touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
But Rohan wasn't listening. Instead, he continued to fondle her, his touch growing rougher and more insistent. Mrs. Sharma could feel her resolve crumbling as she succumbed to the pleasure coursing through her body.
Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she couldn't help but moan softly as he kneaded her breasts, his fingers teasing her sensitive nubs. Rohan took advantage of her responsiveness, his lips finding hers in a bruising kiss.
His tongue delved deep into her mouth, dueling with hers in a dance as old as time itself. All the while, his fingers continued to play with her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples into taut peaks.
Mrs. Sharma couldn't help but moan, the sensation of his lips and fingers on her body bringing her to new heights of pleasure.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, unable to get enough of him.
Rohan broke the kiss, looking down at her with a wicked grin.
Before she could react, he grabbed her thighs roughly, spreading them wide open.
Mrs. Sharma gasped in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt herself become completely exposed to him. But rather than feeling embarrassed or ashamed, the position allowed her to feel even more vulnerable, heightening the intensity of their illicit encounter. But instead of thrusting inside her immediately, he teased her, rubbing the tip of his shaft along her opening, tantalizingly close but not quite entering.
Mrs. Sharma whimpered, her hips bucking upwards, desperately seeking the friction she craved. But Rohan held back, enjoying the control he had over her.
"Please, Rohan," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
"Stop teasing me and give me what I want."
But Rohan had other plans. He wanted to drive her wild with pleasure, to make her feel things she had never felt before. And so, he continued to taunt her, sliding his shaft up and down her slick folds without entering her.
She writhed beneath him, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts, but Rohan remained just out of reach. Frustration mingled with desire, and she let out a cry of frustration.
Rohan smirked at her reaction before finally granting her wish. With a sudden movement, he reached down and slapped her pussy, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room. The sensation was unlike anything Mrs. Sharma had ever experienced. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her, causing her to gasp in surprise. The slight sting was quickly replaced by an intense warmth that spread throughout her lower belly, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. Rohan watched in fascination as her eyes widened, her mouth dropping open in a silent O of pleasure. Encouraged by her reaction, he slapped her again, harder this time, and Mrs. Sharma cried out, her hips bucking up to meet his hand. She was completely at his mercy, and she loved every second of it. Rohan continued to slap her pussy, setting a rhythm that soon had Mrs.
Sharma crying out in pleasure, her body shuddering with each strike. Then, he leaned in close, whispering dirty words in her ear as he resumed his earlier teasing.
"That's right, baby, beg for it," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell me how much you want my cock inside you."
Mrs. Sharma moaned at his words, feeling a renewed surge of desire as she realized just how far they had gone. Yet, instead of stopping, she found herself only wanting more.
"Yes, Rohan, please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I need you inside me."
Rohan grinned at her words, satisfied that she was finally ready for him. With one smooth motion, he entered her, sinking deep into her warmth. Mrs.
Sharma hesitated, taken aback by Rohan's sudden change in tone.
"What did you say?" she stammered, unsure if she had heard him correctly.
He leaned in closer, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.
"I said, call me sir or master," he repeated, his voice low and commanding.
Mrs. Sharma felt a surge of trepidation as she considered his demand.
On one hand, she was deeply uncomfortable with the idea of addressing her own son in such a manner, especially in the context of their intimate activities.
On the other hand, she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her at the thought of submitting to him in such a way.
She had always been drawn to the idea of power exchange in her sexual relationships, and Rohan's unexpected display of dominance was igniting a fire deep within her.
"Sir," she whispered hesitantly, testing the word on her lips.
The moment the word left her mouth, a shudder ran down her spine, a mix of shame and excitement coursing through her veins.
Rohan's grin widened, and he leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
As they explored each other's mouths, he reached down to grasp her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he began to move against her.
His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, but soon he picked up the pace, driving into her with a ferocity that left her breathless.
The feeling of being taken, of surrendering to his desires, was intoxicating.
Mrs.Sharma's cries grew louder and more desperate, her pleas for punishment and humiliation ringing in Rohan's ears.
"Harder, master, please!" she begged, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets as he plunged into her with renewed force.
The shift in dynamic took Rohan by surprise, but he found himself rising to the occasion. He had never before considered himself a dominant lover, but with his mother's encouragement, he began to embrace the role.
His thrusts grew rougher, each one punctuated by a sharp slap on her bottom. Mrs. Sharma cried out in pain and pleasure, her body trembling beneath him.
"Yes, master, yes!" she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his.
Rohan felt a thrill of excitement at her words, a sense of power and control that he had never experienced before.
Emboldened, he gripped her hips even tighter and began to piston in and out of her with abandon, his thrusts growing harder and faster as he sought release. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, but he paid no heed, consumed by the raw, primal urge to claim her fully.
He leaned over her, teeth gritted as he pummeled her depths, their sweat-slicked bodies slapping together in a fevered tempo. With each thrust, his balls slapped against her sensitive clit, and she moaned, her orgasm building once more despite the discomfort.
He angled himself differently, hitting her G-spot with every brutal stroke, and she screamed, her body shuddering as she came again. He rode her through it, drawing out the waves of pleasure until she was left spent and gasping beneath him.
Only then did he slow down, his hips continuing to roll gently against hers as she caught her breath. Rohan smiled, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction at having pleased her so thoroughly.
But he was not finished yet. He knew that women could experience multiple orgasms, and he intended to give her as many as her body could handle. Besides, he was enjoying himself immensely, feeling more alive and present in the moment than he ever had before.
So, with a fierce determination, he picked up the pace once more, thrusting into her with renewed vigor. As they made love in missionary style, Rohan reached down to caress her breasts. He squeezed them gently, letting his thumbs circle her hardened nipples. His mother gasped as he touched her, arching her back and pushing her chest into his hands. He took this as a sign to continue and leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it gently, teasing it with his tongue before nibbling it lightly. His mother moaned in pleasure, letting her legs wrap around his waist to pull him in deeper. Rohan complied, increasing his pace and driving himself deeper inside her. He could feel her walls tightening around him as she got closer to her peak, and he wanted nothing more than to send her spiraling over the edge.
But he also needed to take care of himself before he lost control.
With a groan, Rohan leaned in closer to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Baby, I'm about to cum," he said, his voice rough and heavy with lust.
At his words, she stiffened, her legs tightening around his waist as she turned to look at him, panic in her eyes.
"No, Rohan, don't cum inside me," she begged, her voice shaking with fear.
But it was too late. With one final thrust, Rohan reached his climax, releasing his seed deep inside his mother's womb.
He collapsed onto her, panting heavily, his heart racing as he reveled in the afterglow of their illicit encounter.
But as they lay there, tangled in each other's limbs, a sense of unease crept over Mrs. Sharma.
What had they done?
She had known that their encounter was wrong, but in the heat of the moment, she had given in to her desires.
But now, the reality of their situation was setting in.
She had just committed incest with her own son.
The realization was almost too much to bear.
How could they have let this happen? What kind of twisted desires had led them to this point?
Yet, as Mr. Sharma lay there in her arms, spent and panting, Mrs. Sharma couldn't deny the strange sense of fulfillment she felt. She had never known such pleasure, such an intense connection with another person.
As these conflicting emotions swirled through her mind, Rohan slowly lifted his head from her shoulder, his eyes meeting hers.
He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a word, Mrs. Sharma tensed and pushed him aside. Rolling out of bed, she reached for the nearby bed sheet and wrapped it tightly around her naked body. Rohan stared at her in confusion, wondering what could have possibly caused this sudden change in her demeanor. For a moment, he thought back to their conversation earlier, wondering if he had somehow upset her. But as he replayed the conversation in his mind, he realized that he had done nothing wrong. It was only then that he noticed the look of regret and shame in her eyes. Rohan's heart sank as he realized that she regretted what had happened between them.
"Mom, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why are you acting like this?"
