Incest Incest in Inception: The Vatika Tower Tale

[HeandShe]

This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All characters are over 18 years of age.

Plot Summary: Chaitali Ghosh, a 45-year-old Bengali widow with a round face, almond-shaped eyes, and a chubby figure, lives a double life as a dedicated CRM at Vatika Real Estate in Gurgaon. Her world is forever changed when she succumbs to an incestuous relationship with her 23-year-old son, Aditya. Their secret affair unfolds in the most unlikely of places: the conference room of the office, leading them down a path of dark desires and societal transgressions. As their sexual appetites grow, so does the risk of exposure.

Characters: -

Chaitali Ghosh: A sexually repressed Bengali woman with a round face, almond eyes, and a chubby figure. She's a widow who finds refuge in her son's arms.

Aditya Ghosh: A 23-year-old man, handsome and confident, with a penchant for pushing boundaries. His desire for his mother fuels their illicit affair.

The Janitor: An unsuspecting witness to one of their encounters, whose discovery could threaten to unravel their lives.

 

[HeandShe]

The office of Vatika in Gurgaon was a maelstrom of activity, a symphony of ringing phones and the clack of keyboards, as the setting sun cast an orange glow through the tinted windows. Chaitali Ghosh, a woman of 45, whose youth had been swallowed by the relentless march of time, yet whose spirit remained as fiery as ever, sat at the reception desk, her eyes darting from the screen to the door with the precision of a hawk hunting its prey. Her wheatish complexion, a testament to the fiery Bengali blood that flowed through her veins, was framed by the stark contrast of her black hair, now threaded with strands of silver that whispered of her maturity. Her chubby figure, a delightful parcel of ample curves and generous assets, was sheathed in a knee-length black skirt that danced with every subtle movement she made, revealing the slightest hint of a teasing slit that promised a secret garden beneath.

Aditya, her 23-year-old son, strutted in with the confidence of a peacock in mating season. His tall, lean frame, a mirror of his youthful vitality, was clad in a casual t-shirt and jeans that hugged his muscular thighs. The sight of him sent a shiver down Chaitali's spine, a shiver that was not entirely unpleasant. She looked up, her almond eyes widening in surprise as she took in his handsome visage. The resemblance between them was uncanny, yet the hunger in his gaze was a stark reminder of the taboo desires that simmered just beneath the surface of their relationship.

"Hello, Ma," he drawled, his voice a low, seductive purr that sent a warm current through her body. His eyes raked over her, lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath her crisp white blouse, the buttons straining slightly against her generous cleavage. Chaitali felt a blush rise to her cheeks, a blush that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the sudden, overwhelming heat that pooled between her legs.

"What are you doing here?" she managed to ask, her voice a breathy whisper that seemed to echo through the suddenly quiet office. She watched as Aditya's eyes traveled down her body, pausing at the slit in her skirt before moving up to lock onto hers again. The hunger in his gaze was unmistakable, and she felt a thrill of excitement mingle with the fear that they might get caught.

Aditya took a step closer, his eyes feasting on her. The way her blouse clung to her curves, hinting at the softness of her skin beneath. The way her skirt hugged her thighs, the fabric stretching just enough to give him a glimpse of her stocking tops. He could almost taste the sweetness of her lips, remembering the stolen kisses from the previous night. The tension in the room thickened, a palpable force that seemed to pull them closer together despite the gossiping colleagues just a few feet away.

Her eyes dropped to the floor momentarily, a silent invitation for him to continue his visual exploration. His gaze wandered to the delicate neckline of her blouse, where a single bead of sweat had formed, threatening to slip down her chest. His mouth went dry as he imagined tracing the path of that droplet with the tip of his tongue, feeling the warmth of her flesh and the rapid beat of her heart beneath. He watched as she subtly adjusted her posture, pushing her breasts out just a little more, a silent confession of the effect his presence had on her.

Aditya's eyes followed the curve of her waist, the gentle swell of her belly, and the flare of her hips, which seemed to beckon him closer. He could see the outline of her panties through the thin fabric of her skirt, and the urge to slip his hand underneath and feel her softness was almost unbearable. His pulse quickened as he took in the way her thighs pressed together, hinting at the slick heat that awaited him. The slit in her skirt grew more pronounced as she shifted in her chair, and he could see the skin of her thighs. It was a sight that made his cock twitch in his pants, demanding his attention.

Chaitali felt his gaze like a physical touch, sending a shiver of arousal up her spine. Her breathing grew shallow as she watched him drink in her body, her hands fidgeting with the papers on her desk to hide their tremble. The way he looked at her, as if she was the only woman in the world, made her feel alive again, young and desired. The buttons on her blouse seemed to tighten with every beat of her heart, straining against the swell of her breasts that yearned for his touch. She could feel her nipples hardening, begging to be released from the confines of her bra.

The slit in her skirt grew wider as she parted her legs ever so slightly, and she knew he could see the hint of bare skin of her thighs. She felt a rush of warmth between her thighs, her panties already damp with anticipation. Her eyes remained glued to the floor, allowing him the pleasure of the view she knew he craved. Her body responded to his silent scrutiny, arching slightly to offer him a better look.

Aditya leaned across the reception desk, his eyes never leaving hers. He spoke in a hushed tone, a naughty smirk playing on his lips. "Ma, I want to fuck you," he whispered, the vulgarity of his words sending a jolt through her body. Chaitali's eyes widened in horror, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She looked around the office, heart hammering in her chest, hoping nobody had heard. But the cacophony of the office continued unabated, a symphony of ignorance to their depraved desires.

"You can't talk to me like that!" she hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She was torn between slapping him and giving in to the carnality of his words. But she knew all too well that she had been the one to kindle this fire between them.

With a furtive glance around the office, Chaitali stood up from her desk, the skirt riding up slightly, revealing more of her thighs. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Follow me," before striding purposefully towards the elevator. Aditya's eyes devoured the sway of her hips as she walked away, his cock now straining against his zipper.

Once inside the lift, the tension was thick enough to slice with a knife. Chaitali pushed the button for the top floor, a floor that she knew was currently deserted. She turned to face him, her breathing shallow, her pupils dilated with desire. "What makes you think you can talk to me like that?" she said, her voice a mix of anger and arousal.

Aditya stepped closer, his chest brushing against hers, making her gasp. "Because, Ma," he replied, his voice low and filled with lust, "I know how much you want it. I can see it in the way your nipples are begging to be sucked through that flimsy blouse." His hand reached out to caress her cheek, his thumb tracing a line down to her chin, tilting her head back to expose the softness of her neck. He leaned in, his hot breath tickling her ear. "And I know how wet your pussy gets when you think about me fucking you," he murmured, his words a dark promise that sent a shiver down her spine.

Chaitali's eyes closed as she felt her resolve slipping away, her body betraying her with a shiver of pleasure. "You're so crude," she whispered, but the protest was half-hearted, her voice a sultry purr that belied the fire in her belly.

Aditya chuckled, his hand sliding down to the waistband of her skirt. "But you love it, don't you, Ma?" he breathed, his fingers brushing against the bare flesh of her hip. "You love how filthy I make you feel."

Chaitali's eyes snapped open, a flash of panic crossing her features. "The CCTV," she gasped, pushing him back slightly. "Remember, this lift is being watched."

Aditya's smile grew wider, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I know, Ma," he said, his hand still resting on her hip. "That's what makes it so much hotter." He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her earlobe. "But we can't do anything here, can we?" His voice was a seductive murmur that sent a jolt of desire through her body, making her ache for the feel of him inside her.

 

[HeandShe]

The office was a maze of cubicles and conference rooms, the latter often serving as the stage for dramas far more intimate than corporate strategy. On this particular afternoon, the conference room on the 15th floor, usually a bastion of dry discussions and cold numbers, was to become the setting for an impromptu rendezvous that defied the very fabric of societal norms. The door, typically a bastion of professionalism, was about to be breached by the most primal of human connections.

The tension between them was palpable, a silent symphony of longing that played in the space between their bodies. The heels of her shoes clicked rhythmically on the marble floor, each step echoing like a seductive invitation through the empty halls.

With a flick of her wrist, she locked the door to the conference room, the sound as final as a prison cell's clank. She turned to face Aditya, her eyes dropping to his, and she felt the room shrink around them, the world outside fading to a distant murmur. She took a tentative step closer, their bodies now an inch apart, the heat from their skin mingling in the chilly office air. The scent of him, a potent cocktail of cologne and the promise of passion, invaded her nostrils, sending a shiver of want down her spine. Her hand, trembling slightly, reached for the top button of her blouse, her knuckles brushing against the soft swell of her breast.

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the dam of repression shattered. Aditya's hand, so much stronger and more insistent than she had ever imagined, found her waist, pulling her closer, until her breasts were pressed against his chest. The fabric of their clothes was the only barrier to the union their bodies craved, a flimsy shield against the tide of desire that had been building for so long. His touch was like fire against her skin, searing through the layers of self-control she had meticulously woven around herself.

Chaitali's breath hitched as she felt his hand move upward, tracing the curve of her waist, slipping under her blouse to caress the warm, velvety flesh of her back. Her own hand reached up to cup his cheek, feeling the rough stubble that had formed since the morning, a stark contrast to the softness of her palm. Aditya leaned in, and she could see the hunger in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored her own.

Their lips met in a fiery embrace, a passionate French kiss that seemed to defy the very fabric of time and space. His tongue slid into her mouth, a warm, wet intrusion that sent a jolt of electricity through her core. She moaned into the kiss, the sound a blend of surprise and surrender. Her hand tightened on his shoulder, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as she arched her body against his, eager for more of the contact that was both familiar and utterly taboo.

The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in a sensual duel that left them both gasping for air. She could taste the mint on his breath, feel the pulse of his heart beating in sync with hers. His free hand found the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair, tilting her head back to allow him better access to her mouth. The world outside the conference room ceased to exist, and all that remained was the heat, the passion, and the illicit thrill of their shared desire.

Chaitali felt her knees grow weak, and she clutched at him for support, her breasts aching with the need to be touched, to be caressed by those strong, calloused hands. His other hand drifted down to the hem of her skirt, lifting it slowly, revealing the tops of her stockings and the smooth, round globes of her buttocks. The contact was maddening, a silent promise of what was to come.

The kiss grew more frantic, more demanding, as their bodies melded together, a dance of lust that knew no boundaries. His hand slid up her thigh, tfeeling her thigh. His touch was like a brand, setting her alight with a need that she had never before dared to acknowledge, let alone indulge in. She moaned into his mouth, her hips rocking against him, seeking the friction that she knew would bring her closer to the edge.

Aditya' fingers deftly found the buttons of her blouse, each one releasing with a quiet pop that seemed to echo through the silent room. His hand slipped inside, his palm brushing against the soft lace of her bra. Her breath hitched as he cupped her breast, his thumb brushing against the taut nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The fabric of her blouse fell away, revealing the white plain bra that struggled to contain her ample curves. He pushed the bra cups aside, exposing her flesh to the cool air, and took a nipple in his mouth, suckling and teasing until it stood erect, a rosy beacon of desire.

The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that she had never allowed herself to feel. Her hand moved to the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him to her. She could feel the dampness growing between her legs, the heat of her arousal seeping through her panties and onto the smooth fabric of her skirt. His hand moved to her other breast, his fingers plucking and rolling the sensitive bud as his tongue continued to lavish attention on the first.

He took his time, savoring the moment, as if he were unwrapping a precious gift that had been hidden from him for far too long. The fabric of her blouse was cool against her back as it slithered to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her bra, skirt, and heels. Chaitali felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet more powerful than she had ever been. She watched in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows as Aditya's eyes devoured her, the desire in his gaze a heady aphrodisiac.

"Take it off," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. The command was gentle, yet firm, a soft whisper that sent a shiver of anticipation through her body. She knew what he meant, what he wanted to see. With trembling fingers, she reached behind her, unhooking the bra, the straps slipping down her arms. She let it fall, and her 38D breasts spilled out, the heavy orbs swaying slightly with the movement. They were not the firm, high breasts of a young girl; they were the breasts of a woman who had lived, a woman who had loved, and a woman who had fed a child. They were breasts that had borne the weight of years and gravity, and yet, they were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Aditya stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers, as he took in the sight of her naked breasts. He reached out, his hands cupping them, weighing them in his palms, as if he were trying to measure the depth of her passion. His thumbs grazed the sensitive skin, circling her areolas before finding her nipples, which he pinched lightly, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She gasped, the sensation so intense that she could feel the wetness between her legs spreading.

He leaned in again, his breath hot against her skin, and took one of her nipples in his mouth, suckling greedily, his teeth grazing the tender peak. She could feel his cock pressing against the fabric of his pants, a clear indication of his arousal. Chaitali's hands found the zipper of his trousers, eager to release him, but Aditya gently pushed them away. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers, and unbuckled his belt, his pants falling to the floor. His erection sprang free, thick and proud, the tip glistening with precum.

He took her hand and placed it on his cock, wrapping her fingers around it. "Show me what you can do," he breathed, his voice a seductive command. Chaitali's hand began to move, her palm gliding over the velvety skin, her thumb caressing the sensitive underside. She felt his girth, the heat of him, and marveled at the power she held in her hand.

As she stroked him, Aditya returned his attention to her breasts, his fingers kneading and teasing the soft flesh, his eyes never leaving hers. He grew bolder, his hands squeezing and molding her tits, his thumbs circling the swollen peaks. Chaitali's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure from his touch overwhelming. Her hand on his cock grew more confident, her strokes more urgent, matching the rhythm of his breathing.

 

[HeandShe]

Suddenly, Aditya's expression changed, his eyes darkening with a hunger that was almost animalistic. "Ma," he rasped, the word a mix of love and lust that sent a shockwave through her core, "I need more. Give me a titty fuck."

The crude order sent a thrill through Chaitali's body, a thrill that was equal parts shock and arousal. She had never heard those words spoken so intimately, and certainly never directed at her. Yet, she found herself eager to obey, her hand releasing his cock.

With trembling legs, she sank to her knees on the plush conference room carpet. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as Aditya's hand guided her to his thick, pulsing erection.

Chaitali looked up at him, her doe eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She felt the weight of his cock in her palms, the heat of it seeping into her skin. The tip grazed the swell of her breasts, leaving a trail of precum that glistened in the muted office light. With a soft, almost reverent touch, she brought her breasts together, creating a warm, welcoming tunnel of flesh for him to slide into.

Aditya's hand guided his cock between her breasts, and she felt the shiver run through his body as she began to move them in a slow, rhythmic motion. The sight of her son's cock disappearing and reappearing from between her tits was like nothing she had ever seen before, and it only served to heighten her arousal.

The head of his penis kissed her chin with every stroke, and she watched, transfixed, as the muscles in his abdomen tightened and released. She could feel the slickness of his precum coating her skin, mixing with the scent of their desire that now filled the room.

Her breaths grew ragged as she watched him, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his hand tangled in her hair. She felt the power of her own body, the seductive sway of her hips as she worked him with her breasts, and she knew that she had him in her thrall.

The fabric of her skirt whispered against the back of her legs as she leaned back slightly, creating a deeper valley for him to thrust into. He took the cue, his hips moving in time with hers, his cock sliding effortlessly between her mounds. The sound of his flesh against hers was a primal melody that drew her closer to the edge of reason.

Chaitali's eyes never left Aditya's, watching as the tension built in his features, his jaw tightening, his nostrils flaring with every gasp of pleasure. She felt a surge of power in knowing she could give this to him, that she could be the source of such intense, all-consuming ecstasy. Her own desire grew with every stroke, her pussy clenching with the need to be filled by him.

With a growl, Aditya pulled away, his cock glistening with the sheen of their mingled arousal. He reached down, gripping her under the arms, and lifted her to her feet. The sudden movement was dizzying, her breasts swaying as he kissed her again, his hands sliding down to cup her ass.

"Ma," he said, his voice low and demanding, "get on that chair. And take those fucking panties off, slow."

Chaitali's heart raced at the sound of the crass words coming from her son's mouth, but she was too far gone to protest. She stepped away from him and walked to the high-backed chair at the head of the conference table. Her legs felt like jelly as she sat down, the leather cool against the heat of her skin. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down, inch by torturous inch.

"Fuck, Ma," Aditya groaned, his eyes glued to the show she was putting on. "You're so fucking hot."

Chaitali couldn't help but smirk, feeling a thrill at his crudeness. "Is that how you talk to all the girls?" she teased, her voice a sultry purr.

Aditya's eyes narrowed, the hunger in them growing more feral. "Just you, Ma," he said, his voice thick with desire. "You're the only one who makes me this crazy." He stepped closer, his cock jutting out from his body, demanding her attention. "Now spread those legs and let me see what's been driving me wild for so long."

Chaitali complied, her legs parting like a blooming flower, revealing the glistening wetness between her thighs. She watched as Aditya's gaze dropped to her pussy, his eyes darkening even further. "Fuck," he murmured, the word a benediction, a curse, a declaration of war on their shared sanity.

"You like what you see?" she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm and need. "You've been staring at it for long enough."

"More than you fucking know," he grunted, his cock twitching in anticipation. "I've had wet dreams about this pussy since I was old enough to know what one was."

The words, so raw and unfiltered, sent a jolt through Chaitali. She had never heard such vulgarity from her son, and the realization that he had fantasized about her in such a way only served to fuel her own desire. She leaned back in the chair, her legs spread wide, and watched as he approached, his eyes never leaving the slick folds of her sex.

"You dirty boy," she murmured, her voice a mix of maternal reprimand and lustful invitation. "Look at what you've turned your own mother into."

Aditya didn't miss a beat, his eyes never leaving the juncture of her thighs. He stepped closer, reaching down to roughly bunch her skirt up around her waist, exposing her to him completely. He didn't bother with finesse, didn't try to be gentle or coy. He was a man possessed, driven by a hunger that had been festering for too long. The skirt was a barrier that had to be conquered, and conquer it he did, lifting her legs and placing them on the armrests of the chair, opening her up like a treasure chest waiting to be plundered.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So eager, so fucking wet for me."

"Your language," Chaitali gasped, trying to sound scandalized, but her protests were weak, her voice a mere breath against the storm of passion that raged within her.

"What?" Aditya shot back, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "You don't like dirty talk?" He leaned in closer, his cock brushing against her inner thigh. "You want me to talk sweet, tell you how pretty you are?"

"No," Chaitali gasped, her eyes never leaving his. "I want you to tell me how much you want to fuck me, how much you need this, how much you crave me."

 

[HeandShe]

Aditya's grin grew wider, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the office. "Fine," he said, his voice a low growl. "You want dirty talk, I'll give you dirty talk."

He reached down, his hand caressing her inner thigh, his fingers inching closer to the heat that awaited him. "Look at you," he murmured, "spread out for me like a fucking feast. Your cunt is so wet, Ma, it's practically begging for my cock."

Chaitali felt a rush of wetness at his words, the vulgarity of them only adding to the thrill. "Aditya," she moaned, her voice a shaky whisper, "you're so crude." But the protest was feeble, the desire in her eyes betraying her.

With a smirk that was all cocky arrogance, Aditya dropped to his knees. He took in the sight of his mother's exposed sex, her plump pussy lips glistening with arousal. "Fuck yeah, I'm crude," he said, "and I'm about to show you just how much of a dirty boy I can be."

He leaned in, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh, and Chaitali felt her body shiver with anticipation. "But, Ma," he whispered, "aren't you just a little bit of a dirty girl too? I mean, you're sitting here with your legs open wide, begging for it, aren't you?"

Chaitali could feel her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Aditya," she murmured, her voice a soft scold, "you shouldn't talk to me like that." But the way she said it, the way her eyes glazed over with lust, told him she didn't mean a word of it.

"Why not, Ma?" he challenged, his fingers tracing the line of her slit. "You know you want it. You know you're as dirty as I am."

Without waiting for her response, Aditya leaned in and pressed his mouth against her wet, swollen pussy. The sound of his tongue lapping at her juices was obscene in the hallowed hush of the conference room. Chaitali's body jerked, her hands flying to grip the armrests of the chair, as a moan tore from her throat.

"Oh, fuck, Aditya," she gasped, her voice thick with arousal. "Your tongue feels so good, so...so dirty."

"You like that, Ma?" He smirked against her skin, his tongue swirling around her clit, his breath hot and moist. "You like it when your son makes you feel like a cheap whore?"

"Yes, oh God, yes," she moaned, her hips bucking against his face. "I've never felt so alive, so...so...used."

Aditya's tongue plunged into her, deep and demanding, tasting the musky sweetness that was uniquely his mother's. He lapped at her juices, savoring the tang of her arousal, feeling the way her walls tightened around him. Chaitali's legs trembled as she felt the pressure building, her orgasm coiling tighter and tighter in her belly.

"Yeah, Ma," he murmured, his voice muffled by her flesh, "you like that, don't you? You like it when I eat your pussy like a fucking animal."

"Yes," she panted, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh God, yes. Don't stop, Aditya. Don't ever stop."

Her words were like a drug to him, spurring him on as he feasted on her, his tongue delving into the warm, wet recesses of her cunt. "You're so fucking delicious, Ma," he murmured, his voice vibrating against her clit. "I could eat you out all day."

"Aditya, please," she begged, her voice a desperate whine, "I need more. I need you to fuck me."

He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "Oh, Ma, you're going to get so much more than you bargained for," he promised, his tongue sliding out of her pussy with a wet pop. He stood, his cock bobbing in front of her, and Chaitali couldn't help but stare.

With a wink, Aditya reached over and adjusted the chair to a reclining position, the leather groaning softly in protest. He leaned over her, his hand pushing her shoulders down until she was lying back, her legs still spread wide, her pussy exposed to the ceiling. "This is going to be the best fucking office chair you've ever had," he murmured, his cock bobbing with every word.

"What are you doing?" Chaitali asked, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal.

"I'm just making sure we're both comfortable," Aditya said with a wink, his voice thick with lust. "After all, we wouldn't want you to miss out on any of the fun, would we?"

With a groan, Chaitali sank back into the chair, the leather cool against her fevered skin. She watched as Aditya stepped out of his pants, his erection standing tall and proud. He was beautiful, all lean muscle and taut skin, and she felt a surge of pride that this man, this creature of passion, was her son.

"Look at you," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "So eager to fuck your own mother."

Aditya chuckled, the sound dark and full of promise. "You know it, Ma," he said, stroking his cock. "I think of this all the time. Your tight little cunt begging for my dick, your big, round tits bouncing as I fuck you senseless."

Chaitali felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. "You're such a dirty boy," she murmured, licking her lips. "But I've always known what you really want."

"And what's that?" Aditya asked, his hand still working his cock, the veins standing out in stark relief against the dark skin.

"This," Chaitali said, her voice low and needy, her eyes never leaving the sight of her son's erection. She reached out and grabbed the base of his cock, her hand looking so small and delicate in comparison. "This is what you want."

With a grin that was all teeth and lust, Aditya positioned himself between her legs, his cock nudging against her slick folds. "You know it, Ma," he said, his voice a guttural growl. "Now, let's see if you can handle it."

He teased her with the tip of his cock, tracing her slit with the pre-cum glistening at the head. "Look at you," he said, his eyes gleaming with a wicked light, "soaking wet, begging for me to fill you up."

"You're such a naughty boy," Chaitali whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "What would people say if they knew what we're doing?"

Aditya smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "They'd say we're fucking animals," he said, his cock sliding along her wetness, "but you love it, don't you?"

Chaitali moaned, her hips lifting to meet him. "Yes," she hissed, "I love it. Now fuck me, Aditya. Fuck me like you've never fucked me before."

He chuckled, the sound a dark promise that sent another shiver of anticipation through her. "Oh, Ma," he murmured, "you have no idea what I'm capable of."

Aditya positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy, the tip of his cock just barely breaching her, and Chaitali felt herself clench around him, her body begging for more. "Please," she whimpered, "I need it all."

"You're going to get it all," Aditya promised, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to slide into her, inch by torturous inch. "But I'm going to make you beg for every single fucking bit of it."

Chaitali's eyes widened with a mix of shock and excitement as she felt the thickness of her son's cock stretch her open, filling her in a way she had never been filled before. "Please," she gasped, the word a desperate plea that seemed to hang in the air. "Please, Aditya, don't tease me like this."

 

[HeandShe]

"Oh, Ma," he chuckled, his cock moving in and out of her in a slow, deliberate rhythm that was pure torture. "But where's the fun in that?" He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Besides, you look so fucking beautiful when you're begging for it."

Chaitali felt her face flush with both embarrassment and arousal. The filthy words, the way he talked about her, it was all so wrong, so deliciously wrong. "Please," she gasped, her voice strained, "fuck me harder."

Aditya smirked, his cock still playing at her entrance. "You're such a greedy slut, aren't you, Ma?" he said, his voice low and taunting. "You want all of this, don't you?"

"Yes," Chaitali moaned, her voice a desperate whine, "yes, I want all of you."

"You're going to get it," Aditya promised, his voice a dark purr that sent another tremor of need through her. "But you have to ask nicely."

"Please," Chaitali begged, her voice a breathy whine that seemed to echo in the quiet conference room, "please, Aditya. Fuck me hard. Make me feel like a whore for you."

Aditya's smile grew wolfish, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Say it again," he demanded, his cock still hovering at her entrance, the tip just barely dipping inside her. "Tell me what a dirty slut you are."

"I'm a dirty slut," Chaitali moaned, her voice trembling with need. "I'm your dirty slut, Aditya. Now please, fuck me hard."

Aditya chuckled, the sound sending a thrill through her. "That's better," he murmured, his cock finally sliding into her fully, the thickness of him making her gasp. "You're such a good little slut for me, Ma."

"Fuck, Aditya," Chaitali panted, her nails digging into the leather armrests of the chair. "You're so big, so...so...fucking perfect."

Aditya leaned in, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, his breath hot against her neck. "You're the perfect fit for me, Ma," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Tight, wet, and so fucking hungry."

Chaitali couldn't respond, her body was lost to the sensation of his cock filling her up, stretching her in a way she had never felt before. The word "son" had been replaced with "lover," and the taboo only served to heighten the pleasure that washed over her.

"You're so fucking tight, Ma," Aditya grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as he began to piston in and out of her. "Your cunt is made for me, isn't it?"

Chaitali's breaths were coming in ragged gasps now, her body a canvas of sensation as her son's filthy words painted a picture of depravity that she couldn't resist. "Yes," she moaned, her voice a strangled cry, "it's all for you, Aditya."

"You're mine," he growled, his hips pumping into hers, his cock claiming her with every brutal stroke. "MINE."

The word echoed through the conference room, a declaration of ownership that sent a shiver down Chaitali's spine. She had never felt so desired, so consumed by another's lust. "Y-yes," she managed to gasp out, her body a trembling mess beneath his powerful form. "I'm yours, Aditya. Your dirty, whorish mother."

He groaned at her words, his hips picking up the pace, his cock slamming into her with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Say it again. Tell me how much you love being my fuck toy."

Chaitali's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure so intense she could barely form coherent thoughts. "I love it," she panted, the words spilling out of her mouth like a confession. "I love being your dirty little slut."

Aditya's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts growing more erratic as he drove into her with an animalistic fervor. "That's it," he grunted, his breath hot and ragged against her neck. "You love it when your son fucks you like a cheap whore, don't you?"

"Yes," Chaitali whimpered, her voice a throaty moan. "Oh, God, yes. Fuck me, Aditya. Make me your dirty little slut."

Her son's cock plunged into her with a force that made her see stars, her pussy clenching around him, desperate to keep him inside. His filthy talk only served to fuel the fire that was burning in her core, turning her into a creature of pure need and want. She had never felt so alive, so alive with the thrill of the forbidden.

"You're such a good little whore, Ma," he murmured, his teeth sinking into the flesh of her neck, the pain only adding to the pleasure. "You love the way your son's cock feels inside you, don't you?"

"Yess," she hissed, her body writhing beneath his, the leather chair squeaking in protest. "Oh God, Aditya, yes. Your cock feels so good. It's all I ever want."

The words were barely out of her mouth before Chaitali felt a wave of guilt crash over her, the reality of what they were doing suddenly stark and cold. She pushed against his chest, the strength of her own desire surprising even herself. "Stop," she gasped, "we have to stop."

Aditya froze, his eyes snapping open, his pupils dilated with passion. He looked down at her, the haze of lust slowly clearing from his gaze, replaced by a flicker of fear and understanding. He withdrew from her, his cock slick with her juices, and stepped back, his chest heaving.

"Ma?" he said, his voice tentative. "What's wrong?"

Chaitali couldn't speak, the words lodged in her throat like a jagged piece of glass. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and lust, her chest heaving with the effort to regain her breath. The sight of his cock, still hard and glistening with her arousal, was almost too much to bear. She knew she should be disgusted, that this was wrong on so many levels, but all she felt was a deep, soul-consuming need for more.

"We can't," she managed to choke out, her voice a broken whisper. "We can't do this, Aditya. Somebody is bound to catch us like this"

Aditya's expression grew serious as he took in her words. The haze of passion lifted slightly, allowing a glimpse of the concerned son to emerge. "Shh, Ma," he soothed, his hand moving to her cheek, his touch tender. "It's okay. We're safe here. No one will know." He leaned in and kissed her forehead, his breath warm and reassuring.

Her eyes searched his, looking for any hint of judgment, but all she found was a fierce desire that mirrored her own. The guilt retreated slightly, a beast cowed by the intensity of their shared need. She nodded, the decision made, the fire in her belly raging anew.

With a groan, Aditya leaned in and claimed her mouth again, his tongue delving deep, tasting her fear and her want. His hand slid down to her throat, his grip firm but gentle, a silent reminder that he was in control. Chaitali moaned into the kiss.

 

[HeandShe]

With surprising strength, Aditya lifted her off the chair, his hands cupping her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned and carried her to the center of the conference room, the cool air brushing against her bare skin like a lover's caress. He placed her on the gleaming mahogany table, the smooth surface a stark contrast to the roughness of his hands.

Her legs draped over his broad shoulders, Chaitali gripped the edge of the table tightly, her knuckles turning white with the effort. Aditya's cock, still slick with her arousal, slammed into her with a force that made her toes curl in her high heels. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, a cacophony of passion that seemed to pulse in time with the throbbing need between her legs.

"You like that, don't you, Ma?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You like being my dirty little slut?"

"Oh, Aditya," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea that seemed to echo in the quiet room. "Yes, yes, I do."

The admission seemed to spur him on, and he began to pound into her with a ferocity that made the table shake beneath them. Her breasts bounced with every impact, her nipples hard and sensitive from his earlier attentions. Aditya started pawing her melons.

"Your tits are fucking amazing, Ma," he groaned, his thumbs flicking her nipples in a way that made her spine arch and her pussy clench around his cock. "I've always wanted to fuck these big, beautiful tits."

The words were a symphony of sin, a melody that resonated deep within Chaitali's core, rekindling the embers of lust that had been smoldering for so long. "Use them," she begged, her voice a low purr that seemed to resonate in the quiet room. "Use them like the dirty slut I am."

Aditya chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. He leaned back, his cock slipping out of her, leaving her feeling empty and needy. Chaitali watched as he reached up, his hand cupping one of her breasts, guiding it down to meet his cock, the head of it nestling in the warm, soft valley between her tits.

"Fuck yourself on me," he instructed, his eyes never leaving hers, the challenge in them unmistakable.

With a whimper, she began to rub her breasts together, her son's cock sliding back and forth, the friction creating an exquisite torment. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, a symphony of desire that seemed to vibrate in the very air around them.

"Oh, fuck, Ma," he groaned, his hips moving in time with hers, his cock slipping and sliding through her cleavage. "You're so good at this. Like you were made for it."

Chaitali felt the heat building in her belly, her pussy contracting around the emptiness, desperate to be filled again. The guilt was a distant memory, buried beneath the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. She focused on the sensation of his cock, the way it felt as it glided through her soft flesh.

"Please, Aditya," she moaned, her voice a desperate whisper, "please, fuck me again."

He smirked, his eyes dark with need. "Beg for it," he said, his voice a low, seductive purr that sent a shiver through her body. "Beg like the whore you are."

"I'm begging," Chaitali whimpered, her voice shaking with passion. "Please, baby, fuck your mumma's cunt. Fill me up with your hot, hard cock."

The words seemed to shatter the last of his restraint, and with a snarl, he slammed back into her, his hips driving into hers with a force that made her scream. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic crescendo that seemed to match the hammering of her heart.

"You love it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a dark whisper that seemed to echo in her ears. "You love being my slut."

"Yes," she gasped, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their lovemaking. "I love it. I love you, Aditya."

The confession seemed to ignite something in him, and his thrusts grew even more powerful, his cock plunging into her depths with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She could feel the tension building in him, the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining as he held her in place.

"I'm going to cum, Ma," he panted, his eyes squeezed shut. "I'm going to fill you up."

"Do it," she urged, her voice a desperate cry, her body tightening around him, eager for the release that she knew was coming. "Cum for me, baby. Cum deep inside me."

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the building, Aditya exploded, his hot seed filling her to the brim. Chaitali felt herself follow suit, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.

They stayed there like that, their bodies joined in a way that was both beautiful and obscene, their hearts pounding in unison. The world outside the conference room had ceased to exist.

"You're mine," he whispered again, his voice a dark promise. "Mine to fuck whenever, however, I want."

"Yes," she moaned, the word a soft, needy agreement that sent a shiver down his spine. "I'm yours, Aditya. Your slut, your whore."

The words were a heady aphrodisiac, and Aditya felt his cock swell even more at her willingness to submit to his darkest desires. He pulled her closer, his tongue invading her mouth with an urgency that left no room for doubt. Their kiss grew messier, sloppier, a battle of need and want that neither could win, only succumb to.

Aditya's hands roamed her body, mapping the curves and valleys that had haunted his dreams for so long. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, drawing more gasps from her parted lips. "Tell me, Ma," he breathed, his voice a hoarse whisper, "how much you want it. Tell me how much you need my cock."

"I need it," Chaitali moaned, her voice muffled by his mouth. "I needed you so badly, Aditya. Fuck me, please, fuck me like this always when I am with you."

 

[HeandShe]

Aditya pulled away, his chest heaving with exertion, and took out his phone. He had a naughty idea, one that would immortalize this illicit moment, a secret trophy of their shared lust. "Pose for me, Ma," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. "I want to capture you like this, dressed only in your black slit skirt and those sexy heels."

Her eyes widened, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. She knew it was wrong, but the thought of being his personal sex toy, his plaything to be photographed and remembered, was intoxicating. Chaitali slid off the table and onto her feet, the skirt riding up to reveal her wet, swollen pussy. She leaned against the table, one leg bent and her hand caressing her inner thigh, a silent invitation to the camera lens.

Aditya stepped back, his cock still hard, and snapped a few pictures, his eyes greedily devouring her erotic pose. "That's not enough," he said, his voice gruff. "Take it off, show me how much of a slut you really are."

Her cheeks flushed, but Chaitali didn't hesitate. She pushed the skirt aside, exposing her plump, bare ass to him, the fabric riding up to frame her pussy. She knew she was being vulgar, but the way he looked at her, the hunger in his eyes, made her feel alive in a way she hadn't felt in years. She bent over, her breasts dangling just above the shiny conference table, and spread her legs, giving him a clear view of her glistening cunt.

"Spread your cheeks," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper. "I want to see that dirty little hole that's been craving my cock for so long."

Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she complied, her fingers spreading her ass cheeks wide. She could feel the cool air of the room on her exposed anus, and the sensation made her clit throb. Aditya took a few more photos, his eyes never leaving the camera screen as he captured her in the most degrading, yet arousing, position she had ever been in.

"Now, get on your knees," he continued, his voice a seductive purr. "Arch your back and look at me like you're begging for it."

Chaitali did as she was told, her knees hitting the plush carpet with a muffled thud. She arched her back, pushing her ass up high, her pussy and asshole on full display. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and submission, her lips parted as she panted heavily.

Aditya took more photos, the camera flash illuminating the room in a strobe-like fashion. The sound of the shutter was a metronome to their shared desire, a rhythmic beat that matched the pulse of their arousal. "You're so fucking beautiful, Ma," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress that belied the filthy words that had just passed his lips. "My dirty, little slut."

Chaitali felt a thrill of excitement at his words, a shiver of pleasure that raced down her spine. She had never been talked to like this before, never been treated with such raw, unbridled lust. It was wrong, so wrong, and yet, she couldn't get enough of it. She leaned back on her hands, her ass high in the air, her pussy spread open like a flower in bloom. "Tell me what to do, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "I'll be whatever you want."

"That's my good girl," Aditya murmured, the camera clicking away as he captured her in the most intimate, obscene pose she had ever allowed herself to be in.

Her knees sunk slightly into the plush carpet, her palms flat against the cold mahogany as she presented herself to him. The sound of the camera's shutter was a metronome to their illicit dance, each click marking a beat of their shared, depraved symphony. His words were a dark poetry that painted vivid images in her mind, images of them fucking in the most taboo ways, her body a canvas for his desires.

"Spread your pussy lips," he instructed, his voice a dark, velvet command. "Show me that sweet, wet cunt."

Chaitali complied, her fingers trembling with excitement as she revealed her most intimate area to her son's hungry gaze. She watched his pupils dilate as he took in the sight, his cock jutting out from his pants, a silent testament to his arousal.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "Now, play with yourself for me."

Without hesitation, Chaitali's fingers dipped between her legs, her index and middle fingers gliding through her slick folds. She felt her pussy quiver around them, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. Her clit was a hard little nub, begging for attention. She rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles, her eyes never leaving Aditya's. His gaze was like a brand on her skin, making her want to do anything, be anything, for him.

"Yeah, just like that," he murmured, his voice a low growl of approval. "Show me how much you love having your cunt played with."

Chaitali's eyes never left Aditya's as she obeyed, her fingers moving in a slow, teasing rhythm that made her toes curl and her knees wobble. She felt a rush of wetness flood her pussy, and she knew she was close to coming again. The camera's shutter was a constant reminder of the voyeuristic nature of their encounter, a thrill that only served to heighten her arousal.

"Now, get on the table," Aditya ordered, his voice a low growl of desire.

Chaitali's heart raced as she climbed onto the polished mahogany surface, her knees knocking together as she positioned herself on all fours. The coolness of the wood sent a shiver down her spine, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her swollen sex. .Aditya stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers as he snapped away, capturing every intimate detail of her exposed body. "Spread 'em," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. She obeyed, her legs sliding apart until she felt the edge of the table bite into her thighs. Her pussy was a glistening, pink invitation, her asshole a tight, puckered bud.

The camera clicked in a staccato rhythm, each flash a silent declaration of their shared depravity. "Oh, Ma," Aditya breathed, his voice hoarse with need. "You're so fucking beautiful." He took a few more shots, moving around the table, capturing her from every angle, his eyes devouring her. "Now, lean back," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I want to see those big tits of yours."

Chaitali leaned back, her elbows braced on the table, her breasts jutting out towards him, the weight of them making her nipples stand erect. The cool air of the air conditioning played over her wet, swollen flesh, sending goosebumps skittering across her skin. Aditya took his time, his eyes tracing the path his cock had taken, his mind racing with the images he was capturing. "Spread your legs wider," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. "Let me see how much you want it."

Her breath hitched as she complied, the muscles in her thighs burning from the exertion, her pussy gaping open for his view. He stepped closer, the camera hovering over her, the lens a cold, unblinking eye that saw everything. "Look at me," he demanded. She lifted her gaze to meet his, the heat in his eyes almost a tangible force.

Aditya snapped more photos, his cock straining against his pants as he took in the sight of his mother's wanton display.

"Spread those tits, Ma," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. "I want to see those nipples."

Chaitali felt a thrill of excitement at his crassness, a thrill that sent another rush of wetness to her pussy. She leaned back further, her elbows digging into the conference table, and pushed her breasts together, her thumbs and forefingers tweaking her nipples. She watched in the reflection of the windows as he snapped photos, his eyes never leaving hers, the camera a silent observer to their depraved dance.

"Yeah, that's it," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down her spine. "Show me how much of a whore you are for me."

The word "whore" hung in the air, a dirty mantra that only added to the heady mix of emotions coursing through Chaitali. She felt a thrill of power in her submission, a sense of liberation in her degradation. She spread her legs wider, arching her back further, her breasts jiggling with the movement.

Aditya stepped closer, the camera lowering until it was level with her pussy. He took some close ups of her wet cunt.

"Oh, baby," she moaned, her voice a needy whine. "Please, I need you inside me."

Suddenly, the door handle jiggled, and they both froze, their hearts racing. Chaitali's eyes went wide with fear, her hand shooting up to cover her face as if that would somehow make her invisible.

Aditya's hand tightened around his cock, his eyes darting to the door as the footsteps grew louder. He took a deep breath, willing his erection to subside as the handle turned. The door swung open, and there, in the doorway, was the janitor, his eyes wide with shock.

For a split second, the three of them remained frozen in place, their breaths suspended in the heavy air. Chaitali's heart hammered in her chest, the blood rushing in her ears, drowning out the sound of the janitor's shuffling feet. She could feel the warmth of Aditya's cum dripping down her thighs, a stark reminder of their illicit encounter. The janitor, a man in his late 50s, had seen it all. Her bare breasts, her splayed legs, her son's cock still glistening with her juices. His eyes darted back and forth, unsure of where to look. His cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, his hand still on the doorknob as if he could somehow pull the door closed and unsee what he had just witnessed.

Aditya was the first to break the silence, his voice low and steady. "It's okay," he said, his hand reaching out to still Chaitali's trembling form. "It's just us."

The janitor looked from mother to son and back again, his expression a mix of shock and disgust. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, his eyes darting away from their naked forms. "I didn't know... ..I'll just....." He took a step back, his hand fumbling with the handle.

Aditya stepped in front of Chaitali, shielding her from the janitor's view, his cock still standing proud, a testament to their illicit union. "It's okay," he said again, his voice firm but calm. "It's a misunderstanding."

The janitor, his eyes flicking from Aditya's nakedness to Chaitali's, swallowed hard. "I-I'll just.... uh... ..come back later," he stuttered, and hastily retreated, the door clicking shut behind him.

For a Maent, they remained frozen, their hearts racing like a pair of wild horses in a thunderstorm. Chaitali felt a cold sweat break out on her skin, the stark reality of their situation crashing over her like a wave. But then, Aditya's hand found hers, squeezing it reassuringly. "It's okay, Ma," he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. "I've got you."

The smirk grew into a full-fledged grin, and Chaitali felt a thrill of excitement mingle with the fear. The janitor had seen them, seen her, in such a depraved act, and yet, here she was, naked and exposed, feeling more alive than she had in years. She took a deep breath, letting it out in a shaky sigh. "What do we do?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"We should get out of here," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Before anyone else walks in."

Chaitali nodded, her legs wobbly as she stood. She quickly pulled her skirt down, smoothing it out, hastily put on her panties and bra and buttoned her blouse, though it was clear to both of them that the fabric had been forever altered by the weight of their desire.

Aditya zipped up his pants, tucking his still-hard cock away with a wink. "Let's get out of here," he murmured, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through Chaitali's very bones.

They hurried out of the conference room, their steps silent on the plush carpet. Chaitali's cheeks were flushed, her heart racing as she tried to compose herself, tucking in her shirt and smoothing her hair. The adrenaline from their close call only served to heighten the arousal that still pulsed through her veins.

"Fuck, that was close," Aditya murmured, his breath hot against her ear as they slipped into the deserted office corridor. His hand found her ass, giving it a squeeze. "But it's not over yet, is it, Ma?"

Chaitali gasped as his words sent a jolt of arousal through her. The fear of being caught had only added fuel to the fire that burned in her loins. She leaned into him, her hand sliding down to cup his still-hard cock. "No," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "It's not over. Not by a long shot."

Aditya's grin grew wider, a predatory glint in his eyes. He pushed her up against the wall, his body pinning hers as he ground his erection into her soft belly. "You're a greedy little slut, aren't you, Ma?" he murmured, his breath hot and minty.