Adultery MRS. RENU MADHAVI. IPS
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CHAPTER No. 2B:
Renu Madhavi launched a full-scale probe into the tree mafia, starting with the mixer's driver—a jittery lowlife hauled in for a dawn interrogation where her unyielding stare extracts a partial confession: the hit was "ordered from the groves" to silence auditors sniffing at illegal teak exports. The driver sat in the interrogation room. His name was Gopi. He had thin hair and eyes that looked around. Joseph brought him in when the sky was still dark. The room had a table and two chairs. A light shone down on them. Renu sat across from Gopi. She looked at him without blinking. Gopi moved in his seat. He wiped his face with his hand. Renu did not say a word. She waited. Gopi started to talk after many minutes. He said the hit was ordered from the groves. The people there wanted to silence auditors like Mukundan. They were sniffing at illegal teak exports. Gopi said they gave him money. They told him to drive into the SUV. They said to make it look like fog did it. Renu wrote down what he said. She asked for names. Gopi gave two names from the groves. He said where they met. Renu kept her eyes on him. Gopi talked until he stopped. Joseph took him to the cell. Renu closed her notebook. The confession was the first part of the probe.
Kabir's undercover contacts in the logging crews feed tips on unmarked shipments vanishing into coastal fog. Kabir came to Renu's office after the interrogation. He was her driver. He had talked to the crews in secret. He sat down with a notebook. Kabir said his contacts fed him tips. The crews were loading unmarked shipments. The trucks went out at night. They drove into the coastal fog. The shipments vanished there. Kabir said the wood was teak. It went to boats in the coves. He gave Renu the times the trucks left. He gave the names of some workers. The contacts were afraid. They did not give all the details. But the tips were useful. Renu read Kabir's notes. She wrote them in her book. She thanked him. Kabir stood up and left. Renu looked at the times. The tips matched Gopi's story.
Fathima cross-references satellite imagery to map unauthorized clear-cuts encroaching on protected reserves. Fathima knocked on the door next. She had her laptop. She was the tech expert. She sat beside Renu. She opened the laptop. Fathima said she had cross-referenced satellite imagery. She turned the screen. The imagery showed clear-cuts in the protected reserves. The cuts were long lines of no trees. They were encroaching on the protected areas. Fathima pointed to the maps. The cuts led to the coast. She said the dates matched the shipment times from Kabir. Fathima had drawn lines on the images. The lines showed the paths. Renu looked at the screen. She saw the clear-cuts. They were made by machines. Renu asked for the maps printed. Fathima said she would do it. She closed the laptop. She left the office. Renu sat at her desk. The maps would show the team where to look.
Joseph's patrols intercept a suspicious convoy, yielding falsified permits stamped by a corrupt forestry official. Joseph called Renu in the afternoon. He was on patrols in his van. He said his team had intercepted a suspicious convoy. The convoy was on a road near the groves. The trucks were heavy. The drivers saw the lights. They tried to turn away. Joseph drove the van to stop them. He got out. He asked for the papers. The permits were falsified. They had stamps from a corrupt forestry official. Joseph opened the trucks. He found teak wood inside. It was under scrap. The other trucks had the same wood. Joseph took the drivers to the station. Renu drove there. She met Joseph in the yard. She looked at the permits. The official's stamp was on them. She saw the teak wood. It was stacked high. Renu told Joseph to lock the trucks. The falsified permits showed how the mafia moved the wood. The probe was moving forward.
Dinesh has to go to the college for a important project work. That evening, Renu came home. Dinesh was in the kitchen. He had made tea. They sat at the table. Dinesh said he had to go to the college. The project was important. It was on machines for water in fields. The college needed him for tests. He had to leave the next day. Renu listened. She saw he was ready. She put her hand on his arm. She said he should go. The project was good for him. Dinesh hugged her. He packed his bag. The next morning, Kabir came with the jeep. Dinesh got in. Renu stood at the gate. She waved. The jeep left. The bungalow was empty.
Renu being alone she took the whisky bottle and get booze to forgot herself. Renu came home that evening. The house was quiet. She sat on the sofa. She saw the whisky bottle on the shelf. It was Mukundan's. She stood up. She took the bottle. She opened it. She poured some in a glass. She sat down. She drank the whisky. It tasted strong. It made her forget the quiet. She drank to forget the case. She finished the glass. She poured more. She drank until she slept on the sofa.
She continues in day and night. The next day, Renu woke on the sofa. Her head hurt. She got up. She washed her face. She went to the station. She worked on the reports. But she felt slow. She came home. She poured a glass. She drank in the afternoon. She sat on the sofa. She drank through the evening. At night, she drank more. Her top opened. Her breasts spilled out. Her hand went under her skirt. She touched herself. She slept.
The next day, Renu woke up. She felt bad. She showered. She went to work. She talked to Fathima. She came home. She drank in the day. The glass was full. She sat on the sofa. She drank in the evening. She drank at night. The top was open wide. Her breasts showed. Her hand was under the skirt. She touched herself. Sleep came.
The day after, Renu woke late. She did not eat. She went to the station. She read notes. She came home. She drank from the bottle. She drank all day. She sat on the sofa. She drank in the evening. She drank at night. The top opened. Her breasts spilled out. Her hand below her skirt. She touched herself. She slept.
The fifth day, Renu stayed home. Her head was heavy. She lay on the sofa. She drank in the day. The bottle was low. She drank in the evening. She drank at night. The top was open. Her breasts showed. Her hand was under the skirt. She touched herself. Sleep took her.
The sixth day, Renu woke on the sofa. She felt weak. She cleaned up. She went to work for a short time. She came home. She drank the last of the bottle. She sat on the sofa. She drank in the evening. She drank at night. The top opened wide. Her boobs spilling out from her top. Her hand below her skirt. She touched herself. She fell asleep.
On the weekend dinesh returns at midnight. The bus came late. Dinesh got off. He walked to the gate. The door was open. He went inside. The light was on. He saw his mother on the sofa. She was drank. Her top opened wide. Her boobs spilling out from her top. Her hand below her skirt. Dinesh put his bag down. He went to the sofa. He buttoned her top. He did the buttons slow. He closed the fabric. He lifted her. He put one arm under her knees. The other behind her back. He takes her in to the bedroom. He opened the door. He laid her on the bed. He pulled the sheet over her. He left.
In the morning he wokes her up and talking with her. Dinesh woke up. He made coffee. He took water. He went to her room. He knocked. He opened the door. Renu opened her eyes. Her head hurt. She saw Dinesh. He sat on the bed. He gave her the water. She drank. He talking with her. He held her hand. He talks to motivate her. He said she was brave. He said the sad feeling was normal. He said how should she react. She should face it with work. She should talk to friends. He said what should be her duty. Her duty was to solve the case. Her duty was to eat and sleep. Her duty was to love her family. Renu felt her mistake. The drinking was bad. She crying. She hugs him as her good son for his support. She pulled him close. She said he was her good son. She thanked him. She hugged him for long. She held him tight. He held her. The crying stopped.
Before she going to the bathroom to refresh herself from everything she done in last five six days. Renu let go. She stood up. She said she had to go to the bathroom. She had to refresh herself from everything she done in last five six days. The drinking. The alone nights. She walked to the door.
She plants a deep motherly kiss on dinesh's lips. Her lips touched his. The kiss was deep. It was motherly. It showed love. She went into the bathroom. The door closed. Dinesh sat there. He felt warm.
Chapter 3: Threads of the Fallen
Renu Madhavi launched a full-scale probe into the tree mafia. She started with the mixer's driver. The driver was a jittery lowlife. Joseph hauled him in for a dawn interrogation. The room was small and plain. It had a metal table and two chairs. A single light hung from the ceiling. Renu sat across from the driver. She looked at him with unyielding eyes. The driver shifted in his seat. His hands shook on the table. He looked at the floor. Renu did not speak at first. She waited for him to feel the weight of her stare. After many minutes, the driver started to talk. He gave a partial confession. He said the hit was ordered from the groves. The people there wanted to silence auditors sniffing at illegal teak exports. They paid him to do it. They told him to drive into the SUV. They said to make it look like fog caused it. Renu wrote down his words. She asked for names. The driver gave two names from the groves. He said where they met him. Renu kept her eyes on him. The driver talked until he had nothing left. Joseph took him to the holding cell. Renu closed her notebook. The confession was the beginning of the probe.
Kabir's undercover contacts in the logging crews fed tips on unmarked shipments vanishing into coastal fog. Kabir came to Renu's office that morning. He was her driver. He had talked to the crews in secret places. He sat down with a notebook. Kabir said his contacts fed him tips. The crews were loading unmarked shipments. The trucks left the groves at night. They drove into the coastal fog. The shipments vanished there. Kabir said the wood was teak. It went to boats in the coves. He gave Renu the times the trucks left. He gave the names of some drivers. The contacts were afraid of the mafia. They did not say everything. But the tips were clear. Renu read Kabir's notes. She wrote them in her book. She thanked Kabir for the information. Kabir stood up and left. Renu looked at the times. The tips matched the driver's confession.
Fathima cross-referenced satellite imagery to map unauthorized clear-cuts encroaching on protected reserves. Fathima knocked on the door after Kabir left. She had her laptop. She was the tech expert. She sat next to Renu. She opened the laptop. Fathima said she had cross-referenced satellite imagery. She turned the screen to Renu. The imagery showed unauthorized clear-cuts. The cuts were in the protected reserves. They were long lines of missing trees. The lines encroached on the protected areas. Fathima pointed to the maps. The cuts led to the coast. She said the dates matched the shipment times from Kabir. Fathima had drawn red lines on the images. The lines showed the paths the crews used. Renu looked at the screen. She saw the clear-cuts. They were made by chainsaws and trucks. Renu asked for the maps printed. Fathima said she would print them right away. She closed the laptop. She left the office. Renu sat at her desk. The maps would help the team find the spots.
Joseph's patrols intercept a suspicious convoy, yielding falsified permits stamped by a corrupt forestry official. Joseph called Renu in the afternoon. He was out on patrols in his van. He said his team had intercepted a suspicious convoy. The convoy was on a dirt road near the groves. The trucks were loaded low. The drivers saw Joseph's lights. They tried to drive around him. Joseph moved the van to block the road. He got out of the van. He asked the drivers for their papers. The permits were falsified. They had stamps from a corrupt forestry official. Joseph opened the back of the first truck. He found teak wood inside. It was covered with scrap wood. He checked the other trucks. They had teak wood too. Joseph put the drivers in the van. He brought them to the station. Renu left her office. She drove to the station. She met Joseph in the yard. She looked at the permits. The official's stamp was on every one. She walked to the trucks. She saw the teak wood. It was stacked in bundles. Renu told Joseph to lock the trucks in the secure yard. The falsified permits showed how the mafia sent the wood out. The probe had a strong lead now.
Renu Madhavi felt the weight of the investigation settle into her bones as the days turned into weeks, the probe into the tree mafia stretching more than a month under Aaravalli Island's relentless sun that beat down on the groves like a constant reminder of time slipping away. She arrived at the station each morning before the harbor mist lifted, her jeep pulling into the yard with the crunch of gravel under the tires, Kabir cutting the engine with a quiet nod as she stepped out. The air inside the building carried the familiar mix of salt from the sea and the faint must of old files, and Renu went straight to her office, where the whiteboard on the wall had grown crowded with names, dates, and arrows connecting the pieces. Gopi's partial confession from the mixer's driver had given them a starting point, but the mafia's network ran deep, like roots twisting through the red soil, forcing her to peel back layers one witness at a time. She started the second week by pulling in one of the names Gopi had given—a mid-level loader from the groves named Kumar, a man with rough hands scarred from chainsaws and eyes that darted to the door during the interrogation. Renu sat across from him in the plain room, her chair positioned so the light fell full on his face, and she asked about the orders from the groves. Kumar denied it at first, his voice low and even, but Renu waited, her unyielding stare holding him in place until he shifted, sweat beading on his upper lip. After an hour, he admitted to seeing the unmarked shipments load at night, the teak bundled under tarps and driven into the coastal fog, the trucks returning empty with cash tucked in the cabs. "It's just work," Kumar muttered, his confession taped and added to the file, giving Renu a new route to trace through the coves Kabir's contacts had mentioned.
Kabir drove her to the first cove that afternoon, the jeep navigating narrow paths where the mangroves leaned in close, their leaves brushing the windows like fingers testing for weakness. They parked behind a cluster of boulders, binoculars in hand, and waited as the tide pulled out, revealing the muddy flats where boats sometimes anchored. Kabir had fed more tips from his undercover contacts in the logging crews that morning over station coffee, his voice low as he described how the unmarked shipments vanished into the coastal fog each night, the crews whispering about captains who paid in rum and silence. Renu scanned the water through the lenses, the sea flat and gray under the overcast sky, but no boats appeared that day, only gulls wheeling overhead with cries that echoed the frustration building in her chest. They tried again the next evening, the fog rolling in thick as they idled the engine, Kabir pointing to a shadow on the horizon that turned out to be driftwood. The tips were solid—the crews had named three captains who hugged the shoreline—but the mafia had eyes everywhere, and the boats stayed hidden, forcing Renu to pull back and plan a night stakeout with Joseph's team. She spent the following days at the station, cross-checking the captains' names against harbor logs, her pen scratching steady lines in the notebook as Fathima worked beside her, the tech expert's laptop humming with data.
Fathima cross-referenced satellite imagery to map unauthorized clear-cuts encroaching on protected reserves, her fingers tapping the keys as she pulled fresh images from the past week, the screen filling with false-color views of the island's green heart. Renu leaned over the desk, her coffee going cold as Fathima highlighted the new cuts, long scars of bare earth snaking through the canopy, their edges too straight for natural decay. "These started after the convoy intercept," Fathima said, zooming in on a cluster near the ridge where Mukundan's SUV had gone over. "The reserves are shrinking—look at the encroachment here, trucks hauling out under cover of the fog line." Renu nodded, tracing the lines with her finger, the maps revealing a pattern that matched Kabir's tips: the clear-cuts fed directly into the shipment routes, the teak felled in protected zones and funneled to the coves. Fathima printed updated versions, the paper warm from the machine as Renu pinned them to the board, arrows linking the cuts to Ravi's yard and the falsified permits from the official who had fled after Joseph's raid. The imagery gave them targets—three sites to raid in the coming week—but the mafia adapted fast, the crews shifting to smaller loads that satellite eyes missed, stretching the probe into a game of catch and release.
Joseph's patrols kept the pressure steady, his van a constant on the backroads, the engine's rumble a warning to drivers who scattered like leaves in his wake. In the third week, he intercepted another suspicious convoy on a trail off the main ridge, the trucks low-slung and kicking up dust as they tried to outrun him. Joseph radioed Renu from the scene, his voice calm over the crackle: "Four rigs, ma'am—plates from the official's batch." He boxed them in with backup units, the drivers surrendering with hands up, their permits falsified with the same stamp as before, the beds loaded with teak planks wrapped in canvas. Renu arrived as the sun dipped low, the yard lit by floodlights, and she inspected the cargo herself, running her hand over the wood's smooth grain, the scent of fresh sap rising sharp in the air. The drivers cracked under questioning, admitting to payoffs from Ravi's men, the routes leading to the coves where Kabir's tips placed the boats. "The official signed off before he ran," one driver said, his voice breaking as Joseph cuffed him. Renu added the details to the file, the probe gaining momentum with each haul, but setbacks followed—a tip on a big shipment turning into an empty warehouse, the forestry official's trail going cold in the mainland's sprawl. She pushed the team harder, nights at the station blending into dawn stakeouts, the month wearing on her like the island's humidity, heavy and unrelenting.
In the meantime, Renu and Dinesh's bonding escalated, the hugs coming more often in the bungalow's quiet evenings, each one a pause in the day's grind that lasted longer than the last. Dinesh had returned from college with his project wrapped, the satisfaction of completed designs lighting his face as he unpacked his bag in the guest room, tools clinking soft against the floor. He filled the house with small routines—cooking simple curries that filled the air with cumin and garlic, his knife chopping onions with the steady rhythm Renu found soothing after long days. One evening, after a fruitless stakeout left her shoulders tight, Renu came home to find him at the table, tea steaming in two mugs. She sat down, and he stood behind her, his hands gentle on her neck, rubbing the knots until she sighed, turning in the chair to pull him into a hug. The embrace wrapped around them, her arms circling his waist, his chin resting on her head, the kitchen clock ticking slow as they held on, the warmth of his body seeping through her blouse like a quiet promise. "Rough day?" he asked, his voice low against her hair, and Renu nodded into his chest, the hug stretching until the tea grew cold, neither pulling away first.
The hugs became a habit, a wordless language in the bungalow's hush—Dinesh drawing her close in the hallway after a call from Fathima brought fresh frustration, Renu folding into him on the veranda when a witness clammed up, their bodies fitting in the fading light, arms tight around backs, breaths syncing in the island's evening breeze. Some time sleeping in the same bed or sofa for a while came naturally from the exhaustion, the probe's late nights leaving Renu drained, her body heavy as she collapsed on the sofa one evening, papers from the case scattered around her. Dinesh joined her to go over a map, his shoulder against hers, the conversation fading as fatigue pulled at them, their heads leaning together until sleep overtook, her cheek on his chest, his arm draped loose over her waist, the sofa's cushions molding to their forms through the night. They woke tangled the next morning, a soft laugh shared over rumpled clothes, the moment lingering as she straightened her blouse, his hand brushing her arm in a goodbye hug before Kabir's jeep honked outside.
Another night, after Joseph's convoy intercept brought a rush of new leads but no arrests, Renu retreated to her bed, the sheets cool against her skin as she stared at the ceiling, the day's weight pressing down. Dinesh knocked softly, entering with a glass of water, sitting on the edge to talk through the details, his voice a steady anchor in the dark. The words slowed, their hands linking on the coverlet, and when sleep came, he lay beside her for a while,
Renu Madhavi launched a full-scale probe into the tree mafia, starting with the mixer's driver—a jittery lowlife hauled in for a dawn interrogation where her unyielding stare extracts a partial confession: the hit was "ordered from the groves" to silence auditors sniffing at illegal teak exports. The driver sat in the interrogation room. His name was Gopi. He had thin hair and eyes that looked around. Joseph brought him in when the sky was still dark. The room had a table and two chairs. A light shone down on them. Renu sat across from Gopi. She looked at him without blinking. Gopi moved in his seat. He wiped his face with his hand. Renu did not say a word. She waited. Gopi started to talk after many minutes. He said the hit was ordered from the groves. The people there wanted to silence auditors like Mukundan. They were sniffing at illegal teak exports. Gopi said they gave him money. They told him to drive into the SUV. They said to make it look like fog did it. Renu wrote down what he said. She asked for names. Gopi gave two names from the groves. He said where they met. Renu kept her eyes on him. Gopi talked until he stopped. Joseph took him to the cell. Renu closed her notebook. The confession was the first part of the probe.
Kabir's undercover contacts in the logging crews feed tips on unmarked shipments vanishing into coastal fog. Kabir came to Renu's office after the interrogation. He was her driver. He had talked to the crews in secret. He sat down with a notebook. Kabir said his contacts fed him tips. The crews were loading unmarked shipments. The trucks went out at night. They drove into the coastal fog. The shipments vanished there. Kabir said the wood was teak. It went to boats in the coves. He gave Renu the times the trucks left. He gave the names of some workers. The contacts were afraid. They did not give all the details. But the tips were useful. Renu read Kabir's notes. She wrote them in her book. She thanked him. Kabir stood up and left. Renu looked at the times. The tips matched Gopi's story.
Fathima cross-references satellite imagery to map unauthorized clear-cuts encroaching on protected reserves. Fathima knocked on the door next. She had her laptop. She was the tech expert. She sat beside Renu. She opened the laptop. Fathima said she had cross-referenced satellite imagery. She turned the screen. The imagery showed clear-cuts in the protected reserves. The cuts were long lines of no trees. They were encroaching on the protected areas. Fathima pointed to the maps. The cuts led to the coast. She said the dates matched the shipment times from Kabir. Fathima had drawn lines on the images. The lines showed the paths. Renu looked at the screen. She saw the clear-cuts. They were made by machines. Renu asked for the maps printed. Fathima said she would do it. She closed the laptop. She left the office. Renu sat at her desk. The maps would show the team where to look.
Joseph's patrols intercept a suspicious convoy, yielding falsified permits stamped by a corrupt forestry official. Joseph called Renu in the afternoon. He was on patrols in his van. He said his team had intercepted a suspicious convoy. The convoy was on a road near the groves. The trucks were heavy. The drivers saw the lights. They tried to turn away. Joseph drove the van to stop them. He got out. He asked for the papers. The permits were falsified. They had stamps from a corrupt forestry official. Joseph opened the trucks. He found teak wood inside. It was under scrap. The other trucks had the same wood. Joseph took the drivers to the station. Renu drove there. She met Joseph in the yard. She looked at the permits. The official's stamp was on them. She saw the teak wood. It was stacked high. Renu told Joseph to lock the trucks. The falsified permits showed how the mafia moved the wood. The probe was moving forward.
Dinesh has to go to the college for a important project work. That evening, Renu came home. Dinesh was in the kitchen. He had made tea. They sat at the table. Dinesh said he had to go to the college. The project was important. It was on machines for water in fields. The college needed him for tests. He had to leave the next day. Renu listened. She saw he was ready. She put her hand on his arm. She said he should go. The project was good for him. Dinesh hugged her. He packed his bag. The next morning, Kabir came with the jeep. Dinesh got in. Renu stood at the gate. She waved. The jeep left. The bungalow was empty.
Renu being alone she took the whisky bottle and get booze to forgot herself. Renu came home that evening. The house was quiet. She sat on the sofa. She saw the whisky bottle on the shelf. It was Mukundan's. She stood up. She took the bottle. She opened it. She poured some in a glass. She sat down. She drank the whisky. It tasted strong. It made her forget the quiet. She drank to forget the case. She finished the glass. She poured more. She drank until she slept on the sofa.
She continues in day and night. The next day, Renu woke on the sofa. Her head hurt. She got up. She washed her face. She went to the station. She worked on the reports. But she felt slow. She came home. She poured a glass. She drank in the afternoon. She sat on the sofa. She drank through the evening. At night, she drank more. Her top opened. Her breasts spilled out. Her hand went under her skirt. She touched herself. She slept.
The next day, Renu woke up. She felt bad. She showered. She went to work. She talked to Fathima. She came home. She drank in the day. The glass was full. She sat on the sofa. She drank in the evening. She drank at night. The top was open wide. Her breasts showed. Her hand was under the skirt. She touched herself. Sleep came.
The day after, Renu woke late. She did not eat. She went to the station. She read notes. She came home. She drank from the bottle. She drank all day. She sat on the sofa. She drank in the evening. She drank at night. The top opened. Her breasts spilled out. Her hand below her skirt. She touched herself. She slept.
The fifth day, Renu stayed home. Her head was heavy. She lay on the sofa. She drank in the day. The bottle was low. She drank in the evening. She drank at night. The top was open. Her breasts showed. Her hand was under the skirt. She touched herself. Sleep took her.
The sixth day, Renu woke on the sofa. She felt weak. She cleaned up. She went to work for a short time. She came home. She drank the last of the bottle. She sat on the sofa. She drank in the evening. She drank at night. The top opened wide. Her boobs spilling out from her top. Her hand below her skirt. She touched herself. She fell asleep.
On the weekend dinesh returns at midnight. The bus came late. Dinesh got off. He walked to the gate. The door was open. He went inside. The light was on. He saw his mother on the sofa. She was drank. Her top opened wide. Her boobs spilling out from her top. Her hand below her skirt. Dinesh put his bag down. He went to the sofa. He buttoned her top. He did the buttons slow. He closed the fabric. He lifted her. He put one arm under her knees. The other behind her back. He takes her in to the bedroom. He opened the door. He laid her on the bed. He pulled the sheet over her. He left.
In the morning he wokes her up and talking with her. Dinesh woke up. He made coffee. He took water. He went to her room. He knocked. He opened the door. Renu opened her eyes. Her head hurt. She saw Dinesh. He sat on the bed. He gave her the water. She drank. He talking with her. He held her hand. He talks to motivate her. He said she was brave. He said the sad feeling was normal. He said how should she react. She should face it with work. She should talk to friends. He said what should be her duty. Her duty was to solve the case. Her duty was to eat and sleep. Her duty was to love her family. Renu felt her mistake. The drinking was bad. She crying. She hugs him as her good son for his support. She pulled him close. She said he was her good son. She thanked him. She hugged him for long. She held him tight. He held her. The crying stopped.
Before she going to the bathroom to refresh herself from everything she done in last five six days. Renu let go. She stood up. She said she had to go to the bathroom. She had to refresh herself from everything she done in last five six days. The drinking. The alone nights. She walked to the door.
She plants a deep motherly kiss on dinesh's lips. Her lips touched his. The kiss was deep. It was motherly. It showed love. She went into the bathroom. The door closed. Dinesh sat there. He felt warm.
Chapter 3: Threads of the Fallen
Renu Madhavi launched a full-scale probe into the tree mafia. She started with the mixer's driver. The driver was a jittery lowlife. Joseph hauled him in for a dawn interrogation. The room was small and plain. It had a metal table and two chairs. A single light hung from the ceiling. Renu sat across from the driver. She looked at him with unyielding eyes. The driver shifted in his seat. His hands shook on the table. He looked at the floor. Renu did not speak at first. She waited for him to feel the weight of her stare. After many minutes, the driver started to talk. He gave a partial confession. He said the hit was ordered from the groves. The people there wanted to silence auditors sniffing at illegal teak exports. They paid him to do it. They told him to drive into the SUV. They said to make it look like fog caused it. Renu wrote down his words. She asked for names. The driver gave two names from the groves. He said where they met him. Renu kept her eyes on him. The driver talked until he had nothing left. Joseph took him to the holding cell. Renu closed her notebook. The confession was the beginning of the probe.
Kabir's undercover contacts in the logging crews fed tips on unmarked shipments vanishing into coastal fog. Kabir came to Renu's office that morning. He was her driver. He had talked to the crews in secret places. He sat down with a notebook. Kabir said his contacts fed him tips. The crews were loading unmarked shipments. The trucks left the groves at night. They drove into the coastal fog. The shipments vanished there. Kabir said the wood was teak. It went to boats in the coves. He gave Renu the times the trucks left. He gave the names of some drivers. The contacts were afraid of the mafia. They did not say everything. But the tips were clear. Renu read Kabir's notes. She wrote them in her book. She thanked Kabir for the information. Kabir stood up and left. Renu looked at the times. The tips matched the driver's confession.
Fathima cross-referenced satellite imagery to map unauthorized clear-cuts encroaching on protected reserves. Fathima knocked on the door after Kabir left. She had her laptop. She was the tech expert. She sat next to Renu. She opened the laptop. Fathima said she had cross-referenced satellite imagery. She turned the screen to Renu. The imagery showed unauthorized clear-cuts. The cuts were in the protected reserves. They were long lines of missing trees. The lines encroached on the protected areas. Fathima pointed to the maps. The cuts led to the coast. She said the dates matched the shipment times from Kabir. Fathima had drawn red lines on the images. The lines showed the paths the crews used. Renu looked at the screen. She saw the clear-cuts. They were made by chainsaws and trucks. Renu asked for the maps printed. Fathima said she would print them right away. She closed the laptop. She left the office. Renu sat at her desk. The maps would help the team find the spots.
Joseph's patrols intercept a suspicious convoy, yielding falsified permits stamped by a corrupt forestry official. Joseph called Renu in the afternoon. He was out on patrols in his van. He said his team had intercepted a suspicious convoy. The convoy was on a dirt road near the groves. The trucks were loaded low. The drivers saw Joseph's lights. They tried to drive around him. Joseph moved the van to block the road. He got out of the van. He asked the drivers for their papers. The permits were falsified. They had stamps from a corrupt forestry official. Joseph opened the back of the first truck. He found teak wood inside. It was covered with scrap wood. He checked the other trucks. They had teak wood too. Joseph put the drivers in the van. He brought them to the station. Renu left her office. She drove to the station. She met Joseph in the yard. She looked at the permits. The official's stamp was on every one. She walked to the trucks. She saw the teak wood. It was stacked in bundles. Renu told Joseph to lock the trucks in the secure yard. The falsified permits showed how the mafia sent the wood out. The probe had a strong lead now.
Renu Madhavi felt the weight of the investigation settle into her bones as the days turned into weeks, the probe into the tree mafia stretching more than a month under Aaravalli Island's relentless sun that beat down on the groves like a constant reminder of time slipping away. She arrived at the station each morning before the harbor mist lifted, her jeep pulling into the yard with the crunch of gravel under the tires, Kabir cutting the engine with a quiet nod as she stepped out. The air inside the building carried the familiar mix of salt from the sea and the faint must of old files, and Renu went straight to her office, where the whiteboard on the wall had grown crowded with names, dates, and arrows connecting the pieces. Gopi's partial confession from the mixer's driver had given them a starting point, but the mafia's network ran deep, like roots twisting through the red soil, forcing her to peel back layers one witness at a time. She started the second week by pulling in one of the names Gopi had given—a mid-level loader from the groves named Kumar, a man with rough hands scarred from chainsaws and eyes that darted to the door during the interrogation. Renu sat across from him in the plain room, her chair positioned so the light fell full on his face, and she asked about the orders from the groves. Kumar denied it at first, his voice low and even, but Renu waited, her unyielding stare holding him in place until he shifted, sweat beading on his upper lip. After an hour, he admitted to seeing the unmarked shipments load at night, the teak bundled under tarps and driven into the coastal fog, the trucks returning empty with cash tucked in the cabs. "It's just work," Kumar muttered, his confession taped and added to the file, giving Renu a new route to trace through the coves Kabir's contacts had mentioned.
Kabir drove her to the first cove that afternoon, the jeep navigating narrow paths where the mangroves leaned in close, their leaves brushing the windows like fingers testing for weakness. They parked behind a cluster of boulders, binoculars in hand, and waited as the tide pulled out, revealing the muddy flats where boats sometimes anchored. Kabir had fed more tips from his undercover contacts in the logging crews that morning over station coffee, his voice low as he described how the unmarked shipments vanished into the coastal fog each night, the crews whispering about captains who paid in rum and silence. Renu scanned the water through the lenses, the sea flat and gray under the overcast sky, but no boats appeared that day, only gulls wheeling overhead with cries that echoed the frustration building in her chest. They tried again the next evening, the fog rolling in thick as they idled the engine, Kabir pointing to a shadow on the horizon that turned out to be driftwood. The tips were solid—the crews had named three captains who hugged the shoreline—but the mafia had eyes everywhere, and the boats stayed hidden, forcing Renu to pull back and plan a night stakeout with Joseph's team. She spent the following days at the station, cross-checking the captains' names against harbor logs, her pen scratching steady lines in the notebook as Fathima worked beside her, the tech expert's laptop humming with data.
Fathima cross-referenced satellite imagery to map unauthorized clear-cuts encroaching on protected reserves, her fingers tapping the keys as she pulled fresh images from the past week, the screen filling with false-color views of the island's green heart. Renu leaned over the desk, her coffee going cold as Fathima highlighted the new cuts, long scars of bare earth snaking through the canopy, their edges too straight for natural decay. "These started after the convoy intercept," Fathima said, zooming in on a cluster near the ridge where Mukundan's SUV had gone over. "The reserves are shrinking—look at the encroachment here, trucks hauling out under cover of the fog line." Renu nodded, tracing the lines with her finger, the maps revealing a pattern that matched Kabir's tips: the clear-cuts fed directly into the shipment routes, the teak felled in protected zones and funneled to the coves. Fathima printed updated versions, the paper warm from the machine as Renu pinned them to the board, arrows linking the cuts to Ravi's yard and the falsified permits from the official who had fled after Joseph's raid. The imagery gave them targets—three sites to raid in the coming week—but the mafia adapted fast, the crews shifting to smaller loads that satellite eyes missed, stretching the probe into a game of catch and release.
Joseph's patrols kept the pressure steady, his van a constant on the backroads, the engine's rumble a warning to drivers who scattered like leaves in his wake. In the third week, he intercepted another suspicious convoy on a trail off the main ridge, the trucks low-slung and kicking up dust as they tried to outrun him. Joseph radioed Renu from the scene, his voice calm over the crackle: "Four rigs, ma'am—plates from the official's batch." He boxed them in with backup units, the drivers surrendering with hands up, their permits falsified with the same stamp as before, the beds loaded with teak planks wrapped in canvas. Renu arrived as the sun dipped low, the yard lit by floodlights, and she inspected the cargo herself, running her hand over the wood's smooth grain, the scent of fresh sap rising sharp in the air. The drivers cracked under questioning, admitting to payoffs from Ravi's men, the routes leading to the coves where Kabir's tips placed the boats. "The official signed off before he ran," one driver said, his voice breaking as Joseph cuffed him. Renu added the details to the file, the probe gaining momentum with each haul, but setbacks followed—a tip on a big shipment turning into an empty warehouse, the forestry official's trail going cold in the mainland's sprawl. She pushed the team harder, nights at the station blending into dawn stakeouts, the month wearing on her like the island's humidity, heavy and unrelenting.
In the meantime, Renu and Dinesh's bonding escalated, the hugs coming more often in the bungalow's quiet evenings, each one a pause in the day's grind that lasted longer than the last. Dinesh had returned from college with his project wrapped, the satisfaction of completed designs lighting his face as he unpacked his bag in the guest room, tools clinking soft against the floor. He filled the house with small routines—cooking simple curries that filled the air with cumin and garlic, his knife chopping onions with the steady rhythm Renu found soothing after long days. One evening, after a fruitless stakeout left her shoulders tight, Renu came home to find him at the table, tea steaming in two mugs. She sat down, and he stood behind her, his hands gentle on her neck, rubbing the knots until she sighed, turning in the chair to pull him into a hug. The embrace wrapped around them, her arms circling his waist, his chin resting on her head, the kitchen clock ticking slow as they held on, the warmth of his body seeping through her blouse like a quiet promise. "Rough day?" he asked, his voice low against her hair, and Renu nodded into his chest, the hug stretching until the tea grew cold, neither pulling away first.
The hugs became a habit, a wordless language in the bungalow's hush—Dinesh drawing her close in the hallway after a call from Fathima brought fresh frustration, Renu folding into him on the veranda when a witness clammed up, their bodies fitting in the fading light, arms tight around backs, breaths syncing in the island's evening breeze. Some time sleeping in the same bed or sofa for a while came naturally from the exhaustion, the probe's late nights leaving Renu drained, her body heavy as she collapsed on the sofa one evening, papers from the case scattered around her. Dinesh joined her to go over a map, his shoulder against hers, the conversation fading as fatigue pulled at them, their heads leaning together until sleep overtook, her cheek on his chest, his arm draped loose over her waist, the sofa's cushions molding to their forms through the night. They woke tangled the next morning, a soft laugh shared over rumpled clothes, the moment lingering as she straightened her blouse, his hand brushing her arm in a goodbye hug before Kabir's jeep honked outside.
Another night, after Joseph's convoy intercept brought a rush of new leads but no arrests, Renu retreated to her bed, the sheets cool against her skin as she stared at the ceiling, the day's weight pressing down. Dinesh knocked softly, entering with a glass of water, sitting on the edge to talk through the details, his voice a steady anchor in the dark. The words slowed, their hands linking on the coverlet, and when sleep came, he lay beside her for a while,
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PART 3: RENU TAKES DINESH;
Dinesh lay on his bed in the bungalow, the day's heat lingering in the air despite the fan whirring overhead. He had just finished sketching some engineering notes for his project, but his mind wandered to Mummy—Renu, with her strong yet soft presence, the way her uniform hugged her curves after a long day at the station. He was in just his undershorts, a thin sheet draped over him against the warmth. The investigation into the tree mafia had dragged on for over a month, and Mummy came home exhausted every evening, her eyes tired from chasing leads that went nowhere. He stroked himself a few times, imagining a scenario where he could hold her, comfort her in ways that went beyond words, his cock stirring at the thought.
Just then, he heard the front door open, the familiar creak followed by Mummy's footsteps, heavy with fatigue. She had returned late again, the jeep's engine fading into the distance as Kabir drove off. Dinesh sat up, pulling on a t-shirt, but before he could go to her, the rain started outside—a sudden downpour that hammered the tin roof like a thousand fingers drumming. Thunder rumbled low, and the wind rattled the windows. He heard her in the kitchen, putting away her bag, then the clink of plates as she warmed dinner. Dinesh joined her, the two of them eating in quiet companionship, Renu picking at her rice and dal, her uniform unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the line of her neck. "No useful leads today," she said softly, her voice flat, the rain filling the pauses. Dinesh reached across the table, squeezing her hand, the touch lingering until she managed a small smile. They cleared the plates together, the storm growing fiercer, lightning flashing through the curtains.
After dinner, Renu paused in the hallway, her hand on the doorframe to her room, the rain's roar making the house feel smaller, more isolated. "The storm... it's like everything else, relentless," she murmured, turning to Dinesh's door instead. She tapped lightly.
"Dinesh? Are you awake?" He opened it, seeing the weariness in her eyes, the way her sari clung slightly from the humidity. "Yeah, Mummy. Come in." She stepped inside, the room lit by a single lamp, the bed against the wall under the window where rain streaked the glass. "Everyone's gone—Rama in Bangalore, the team scattered on patrols. I'm feeling sort of sad and lonely in this downpour. Would you mind if I joined you for a bit? Just to listen to the rain."
Dinesh's heart raced, but he nodded, scooting over against the wall, turning back the sheet. "Of course, Mummy. There's room." Renu sat on the edge of the bed, then lay back, swinging her legs up, her sari draping over her as she turned onto her side, back to him, pulling the sheet across. "My, this is a cozy fit, isn't it?" she said with a soft laugh. "Have you got enough room?" Dinesh pressed against the wall, his body close to hers, spoon fashion, her warmth seeping through the fabric, his cock beginning to harden at the contact. "Sure, Mummy. I'm okay."
They lay there in silence for several minutes, the rain pattering steady on the roof, a gentle lullaby that eased the day's tension from Renu's shoulders. Dinesh's hand rested on her upper arm, and he began to rub it slowly, up and down, the motion soothing for both. Renu sighed, her hand moving back to lay on his thigh, squeezing gently. "Honey," she said softly, "I haven't really told you for a while how proud I am of you, of how well you're doing with your projects, and what a fine young man you've become."
Dinesh's heart swelled, his rubbing growing bolder. "Thanks, Mummy." "And I guess I haven't told you how much I love you. I do love you very, very much." Now Renu was rubbing his thigh, her fingers warm through the sheet, and Dinesh felt his cock twitch, pressing against her. "I love you too, Mummy. You're the best mother anyone could have." Renu laughed lightly. "Oh, wow! Thanks, honey." After a few moments of silent caressing, she asked softly, "Are you sure you're not a little ashamed of your old mother?"
"God, no!" Dinesh insisted. "You're not old. I like the way you look. I think you look great." "Well, that's good to hear." After another pause, she went on, "But I'll bet you'll find a much prettier woman someday." Dinesh hugged her closer, his hand stroking the front of her body just below her breasts. "No way, Mummy. I would want any woman I loved to look just as much like you as possible." Renu sort of giggled. "You mean like the song: 'I want a girl just like the girl that married dear old dad'?"
"Yes, Mummy. Exactly like that." Dinesh's caressing touched the bottoms of her breasts now, and she did not stop him. "And if you weren't my Mummy, I'd want to be with you like this every night." Renu giggled again. "Ooh!... Of course, you mean if we were the same age." Dinesh's hand was now on one of her full, soft breasts, squeezing gently, and Renu's hand had brushed against his balls, his cock jerking sharply against her. Then she said in a teasing tone, "Now would you really want to be with me or just…" she broke off, laughing.
"Just what, Mummy?" "Oh, you know—just have-er—just do… What lovers do, shall we say?" Dinesh knew what she meant, loving the teasing. "Uh—what do you mean, Mummy?" he asked, playing innocent, his hand squeezing her breast harder. "You know what I mean," she said, giggling. "Intimate relations." "Oh, do you mean-uh-sex, by any chance, Mummy?" "Bingo!" Renu giggled. She waited, then said, "But you didn't answer my question."
"What question?" Dinesh knew, but wanted to keep her talking. "You know, damn it, honey! Would you really want to be with me or just-uh-have sex?" "Oh, Mummy, I'd want to do both if I only had the chance. God, I'd want that more than anything else in the world!" "Oh, wow!" Renu said. She was quiet for a moment as they continued to caress each other. Then she said, "Well, you are my son, so obviously you can't be with me like that forever." After a long pause she added very softly, "Unfortunately."
Dinesh felt a surge of heat, his hand inside her sari now, cupping her breast fully, squeezing and fondling. Renu made no effort to stop him. "Of course," she said musingly after a while, "The other could be done. You hear it now and then, you know—the-uh-mf word." Her hand brushed against his cock again. "You mean motherfucker?" Dinesh said boldly, giving her breast a harder squeeze. "Are you saying that's a possibility?"
"No!" Renu squealed. "That is, I was just saying that-uh—it's apparently sometimes done." "Mummy," Dinesh breathed into her ear fervently as he rubbed her, "I'd give anything to be one." "Oh! I-uh—one what, honey?" Dinesh slid down a bit, positioned his cock between her legs and gave a thrust up between them. The sari was in the way, but the pressure was electric. "A motherfucker, with a mother like you, there is nothing in this world that I'd rather be than a motherfucker!"
"Oh, honey!" Renu moaned. "Oh, you naughty boy! How can you say such a thing?" she pushed him away slightly. Dinesh's heart sank, thinking he had gone too far, but Renu lay there on her back now, breathing heavily, the rain pounding outside. "I'm sorry, Mummy," Dinesh said, tears in his eyes. "I just got carried away." They lay silent, the rain filling the space, until Renu turned toward him. "Oh, honey, it's all right. I forgive you. I know you're going through a difficult time. It's ok." She hugged him, and Dinesh burst into tears, clinging to her.
"But, Mummy," he sobbed, "I really meant all I was saying about how much I love you and—how much I want you…Don't despise me. I just couldn't help it." "Oh, honey, honey," Renu cooed. "It's all right. I'm really flattered." She held him tightly, face to face. They lay clinging together as the steady rain fell outside the open window. Then Renu kissed him gently on the forehead. Dinesh raised his head to kiss back, and her lips were there. He kissed them softly. Renu did not pull away. He kissed her again, and she responded with a long kiss. "Oh, honey!" she murmured and kissed him again, this time with opened lips. "Oh, honey!"
She continued to kiss him fervently. Now Dinesh felt her tongue licking his lips, and he opened his mouth. Her tongue plunged inside, and he met it with his own. Her body was squirming against his, and his hard-on, which had softened a bit, sprang back into full erection. Then Renu abruptly drew back and stared straight into his eyes with the deepest intensity. "It's really me, isn't it?" she asked. "It isn't just sex? It's really me you want?"
"Oh, god, yes, Mummy! Oh, Mummy, I've been so hungry for you—just you—for so long! Oh, god, I love you, Mummy!" "All right, then," Renu said. "God help me, for I can't help myself." With that she swept back the sheet. She grasped his undershorts and tugged them down, with some difficulty because of his huge erection. "Oh, God!" she said. "You're enormous!"
Renu rose up and pulled her nightie up over her head. She cast it onto the floor and reached down to her panties, through which her dark pussy hair showed clearly. She quickly shucked them off. Dinesh reached for her, but she pushed him onto his back. Then she climbed astraddle his body, pausing a moment to look him in the eyes and then taking his huge cock into her hands and staring down at it. Dinesh's eyes devoured her gorgeous big body as she towered above him. Her big boobs were firm, sagging only very slightly with their weight. Her smooth, slightly rounded belly curved down to the v of abundant crispy dark hair at her crotch, through which her swollen pussy lips peeped. Her full white thighs were straddling his own as she held his cock with both hands.
"All right, honey," she said in a fierce tone, almost hissing, "You want to be a motherfucker—damn it, you're going to be a motherfucker!" She moved one hand to her mound and fingered her cunt for a moment. Then she held the lips open as she lowered her crotch toward his cock. She guided his hard rod between the puffy lips of her pussy and rubbed it several times, using him almost like a dildo to pleasure her clit. Then she slowly sank down upon him, and Dinesh watched her cunt swallow up his big prick inch by inch until her dark pussy hair meshed with his lighter brown hair. God! What a sight! And what a sensation as he felt his sensitive love tool slide all the way into her warm, wet, slippery sheath!
Then Renu lay forward on his body and brought her face down to his. For a moment she stared intently into his eyes again. Then she murmured, "Oh, honey, honey!" again and placed her open mouth on his. For a long time, they just lay like that without moving, his cock throbbing inside her tightly gripping cunt. Dinesh got his hands on her ass and began rubbing and squeezing her firm, smooth ass cheeks. God! She felt good! Their tongues were playing together again, and Renu's warm breath was coming faster. Her body was heavy on his, but god, it was a wonderful burden to bear! Then Renu began to slowly raise and lower her hips. Dinesh's hands could feel the flexing of her rump muscles as she raised her ass way up until his cock was almost out, then lowered it again, sliding down his tingling fuck pole delightfully. He was just letting Renu do everything at this point. He knew that if he tried to thrust, he would shoot almost immediately, and he was glad that she was taking it slow. God! What a sheer pleasure to feel that coveted cunt sliding up and down his happy rod! He could feel every inch of her love passage moving against every inch of his cock. It was just enough to keep him right on the verge of cumming without making him cut loose. He wanted it to go on forever and ever!
Dinesh worked one hand in between them and started playing with Renu's smooth, spongy boobs while he continued to fondle her ass with the other hand. Their continuous kiss was a sloppy wet one, as they chewed at each other's lips and tongue passionately. Renu was really into it now, and Dinesh knew that she wasn't doing this for just him alone any longer. She was breathing more heavily and more rapidly as she continued to fuck slowly. Now, however, she was coming down harder on the down strokes and grinding against him before she raised her ass up again.
Then all at once, Renu blurted, "Oh, god! Oh, god!" into his mouth and began to fuck with abandon, jerking her hips up and slamming down rapidly and fiercely, bouncing them up and down on the little bed. Dinesh began to buck under her now, humping up to meet her descending belly and having his ass slammed back into the mattress by her almost savage assault. His cock was being rammed in and out of her with tremendous force and speed now, and it was on fire with the strongest sensations he had ever felt. He could feel the heat inside Renu increase too, along with the wetness.
Dinesh had dreamed of fucking the hell out of Mummy, but here was his strong, loving Mummy fucking the hell out of him. God, could she fuck!
Slam!…Bang!…Fuck!…Fuck!…Fuck!…Fuck! Renu was panting into his mouth, whining a high-pitched whine now, completely out of control in her passion. And the sensations in his cock spread out through his groin, and he knew that he couldn’t hold back any longer. The heat inside him just boiled over, and he gave a muffled roar as his cock began to jerk and spit out its load deep inside his mother’s plunging cunt. Renu felt him start to shoot into her, and she gave a little scream as her ass leaped and jumped even faster in a frantic stretch drive into her own climax. Then all at once she stiffened up,
Dinesh lay on his bed in the bungalow, the day's heat lingering in the air despite the fan whirring overhead. He had just finished sketching some engineering notes for his project, but his mind wandered to Mummy—Renu, with her strong yet soft presence, the way her uniform hugged her curves after a long day at the station. He was in just his undershorts, a thin sheet draped over him against the warmth. The investigation into the tree mafia had dragged on for over a month, and Mummy came home exhausted every evening, her eyes tired from chasing leads that went nowhere. He stroked himself a few times, imagining a scenario where he could hold her, comfort her in ways that went beyond words, his cock stirring at the thought.
Just then, he heard the front door open, the familiar creak followed by Mummy's footsteps, heavy with fatigue. She had returned late again, the jeep's engine fading into the distance as Kabir drove off. Dinesh sat up, pulling on a t-shirt, but before he could go to her, the rain started outside—a sudden downpour that hammered the tin roof like a thousand fingers drumming. Thunder rumbled low, and the wind rattled the windows. He heard her in the kitchen, putting away her bag, then the clink of plates as she warmed dinner. Dinesh joined her, the two of them eating in quiet companionship, Renu picking at her rice and dal, her uniform unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the line of her neck. "No useful leads today," she said softly, her voice flat, the rain filling the pauses. Dinesh reached across the table, squeezing her hand, the touch lingering until she managed a small smile. They cleared the plates together, the storm growing fiercer, lightning flashing through the curtains.
After dinner, Renu paused in the hallway, her hand on the doorframe to her room, the rain's roar making the house feel smaller, more isolated. "The storm... it's like everything else, relentless," she murmured, turning to Dinesh's door instead. She tapped lightly.
"Dinesh? Are you awake?" He opened it, seeing the weariness in her eyes, the way her sari clung slightly from the humidity. "Yeah, Mummy. Come in." She stepped inside, the room lit by a single lamp, the bed against the wall under the window where rain streaked the glass. "Everyone's gone—Rama in Bangalore, the team scattered on patrols. I'm feeling sort of sad and lonely in this downpour. Would you mind if I joined you for a bit? Just to listen to the rain."
Dinesh's heart raced, but he nodded, scooting over against the wall, turning back the sheet. "Of course, Mummy. There's room." Renu sat on the edge of the bed, then lay back, swinging her legs up, her sari draping over her as she turned onto her side, back to him, pulling the sheet across. "My, this is a cozy fit, isn't it?" she said with a soft laugh. "Have you got enough room?" Dinesh pressed against the wall, his body close to hers, spoon fashion, her warmth seeping through the fabric, his cock beginning to harden at the contact. "Sure, Mummy. I'm okay."
They lay there in silence for several minutes, the rain pattering steady on the roof, a gentle lullaby that eased the day's tension from Renu's shoulders. Dinesh's hand rested on her upper arm, and he began to rub it slowly, up and down, the motion soothing for both. Renu sighed, her hand moving back to lay on his thigh, squeezing gently. "Honey," she said softly, "I haven't really told you for a while how proud I am of you, of how well you're doing with your projects, and what a fine young man you've become."
Dinesh's heart swelled, his rubbing growing bolder. "Thanks, Mummy." "And I guess I haven't told you how much I love you. I do love you very, very much." Now Renu was rubbing his thigh, her fingers warm through the sheet, and Dinesh felt his cock twitch, pressing against her. "I love you too, Mummy. You're the best mother anyone could have." Renu laughed lightly. "Oh, wow! Thanks, honey." After a few moments of silent caressing, she asked softly, "Are you sure you're not a little ashamed of your old mother?"
"God, no!" Dinesh insisted. "You're not old. I like the way you look. I think you look great." "Well, that's good to hear." After another pause, she went on, "But I'll bet you'll find a much prettier woman someday." Dinesh hugged her closer, his hand stroking the front of her body just below her breasts. "No way, Mummy. I would want any woman I loved to look just as much like you as possible." Renu sort of giggled. "You mean like the song: 'I want a girl just like the girl that married dear old dad'?"
"Yes, Mummy. Exactly like that." Dinesh's caressing touched the bottoms of her breasts now, and she did not stop him. "And if you weren't my Mummy, I'd want to be with you like this every night." Renu giggled again. "Ooh!... Of course, you mean if we were the same age." Dinesh's hand was now on one of her full, soft breasts, squeezing gently, and Renu's hand had brushed against his balls, his cock jerking sharply against her. Then she said in a teasing tone, "Now would you really want to be with me or just…" she broke off, laughing.
"Just what, Mummy?" "Oh, you know—just have-er—just do… What lovers do, shall we say?" Dinesh knew what she meant, loving the teasing. "Uh—what do you mean, Mummy?" he asked, playing innocent, his hand squeezing her breast harder. "You know what I mean," she said, giggling. "Intimate relations." "Oh, do you mean-uh-sex, by any chance, Mummy?" "Bingo!" Renu giggled. She waited, then said, "But you didn't answer my question."
"What question?" Dinesh knew, but wanted to keep her talking. "You know, damn it, honey! Would you really want to be with me or just-uh-have sex?" "Oh, Mummy, I'd want to do both if I only had the chance. God, I'd want that more than anything else in the world!" "Oh, wow!" Renu said. She was quiet for a moment as they continued to caress each other. Then she said, "Well, you are my son, so obviously you can't be with me like that forever." After a long pause she added very softly, "Unfortunately."
Dinesh felt a surge of heat, his hand inside her sari now, cupping her breast fully, squeezing and fondling. Renu made no effort to stop him. "Of course," she said musingly after a while, "The other could be done. You hear it now and then, you know—the-uh-mf word." Her hand brushed against his cock again. "You mean motherfucker?" Dinesh said boldly, giving her breast a harder squeeze. "Are you saying that's a possibility?"
"No!" Renu squealed. "That is, I was just saying that-uh—it's apparently sometimes done." "Mummy," Dinesh breathed into her ear fervently as he rubbed her, "I'd give anything to be one." "Oh! I-uh—one what, honey?" Dinesh slid down a bit, positioned his cock between her legs and gave a thrust up between them. The sari was in the way, but the pressure was electric. "A motherfucker, with a mother like you, there is nothing in this world that I'd rather be than a motherfucker!"
"Oh, honey!" Renu moaned. "Oh, you naughty boy! How can you say such a thing?" she pushed him away slightly. Dinesh's heart sank, thinking he had gone too far, but Renu lay there on her back now, breathing heavily, the rain pounding outside. "I'm sorry, Mummy," Dinesh said, tears in his eyes. "I just got carried away." They lay silent, the rain filling the space, until Renu turned toward him. "Oh, honey, it's all right. I forgive you. I know you're going through a difficult time. It's ok." She hugged him, and Dinesh burst into tears, clinging to her.
"But, Mummy," he sobbed, "I really meant all I was saying about how much I love you and—how much I want you…Don't despise me. I just couldn't help it." "Oh, honey, honey," Renu cooed. "It's all right. I'm really flattered." She held him tightly, face to face. They lay clinging together as the steady rain fell outside the open window. Then Renu kissed him gently on the forehead. Dinesh raised his head to kiss back, and her lips were there. He kissed them softly. Renu did not pull away. He kissed her again, and she responded with a long kiss. "Oh, honey!" she murmured and kissed him again, this time with opened lips. "Oh, honey!"
She continued to kiss him fervently. Now Dinesh felt her tongue licking his lips, and he opened his mouth. Her tongue plunged inside, and he met it with his own. Her body was squirming against his, and his hard-on, which had softened a bit, sprang back into full erection. Then Renu abruptly drew back and stared straight into his eyes with the deepest intensity. "It's really me, isn't it?" she asked. "It isn't just sex? It's really me you want?"
"Oh, god, yes, Mummy! Oh, Mummy, I've been so hungry for you—just you—for so long! Oh, god, I love you, Mummy!" "All right, then," Renu said. "God help me, for I can't help myself." With that she swept back the sheet. She grasped his undershorts and tugged them down, with some difficulty because of his huge erection. "Oh, God!" she said. "You're enormous!"
Renu rose up and pulled her nightie up over her head. She cast it onto the floor and reached down to her panties, through which her dark pussy hair showed clearly. She quickly shucked them off. Dinesh reached for her, but she pushed him onto his back. Then she climbed astraddle his body, pausing a moment to look him in the eyes and then taking his huge cock into her hands and staring down at it. Dinesh's eyes devoured her gorgeous big body as she towered above him. Her big boobs were firm, sagging only very slightly with their weight. Her smooth, slightly rounded belly curved down to the v of abundant crispy dark hair at her crotch, through which her swollen pussy lips peeped. Her full white thighs were straddling his own as she held his cock with both hands.
"All right, honey," she said in a fierce tone, almost hissing, "You want to be a motherfucker—damn it, you're going to be a motherfucker!" She moved one hand to her mound and fingered her cunt for a moment. Then she held the lips open as she lowered her crotch toward his cock. She guided his hard rod between the puffy lips of her pussy and rubbed it several times, using him almost like a dildo to pleasure her clit. Then she slowly sank down upon him, and Dinesh watched her cunt swallow up his big prick inch by inch until her dark pussy hair meshed with his lighter brown hair. God! What a sight! And what a sensation as he felt his sensitive love tool slide all the way into her warm, wet, slippery sheath!
Then Renu lay forward on his body and brought her face down to his. For a moment she stared intently into his eyes again. Then she murmured, "Oh, honey, honey!" again and placed her open mouth on his. For a long time, they just lay like that without moving, his cock throbbing inside her tightly gripping cunt. Dinesh got his hands on her ass and began rubbing and squeezing her firm, smooth ass cheeks. God! She felt good! Their tongues were playing together again, and Renu's warm breath was coming faster. Her body was heavy on his, but god, it was a wonderful burden to bear! Then Renu began to slowly raise and lower her hips. Dinesh's hands could feel the flexing of her rump muscles as she raised her ass way up until his cock was almost out, then lowered it again, sliding down his tingling fuck pole delightfully. He was just letting Renu do everything at this point. He knew that if he tried to thrust, he would shoot almost immediately, and he was glad that she was taking it slow. God! What a sheer pleasure to feel that coveted cunt sliding up and down his happy rod! He could feel every inch of her love passage moving against every inch of his cock. It was just enough to keep him right on the verge of cumming without making him cut loose. He wanted it to go on forever and ever!
Dinesh worked one hand in between them and started playing with Renu's smooth, spongy boobs while he continued to fondle her ass with the other hand. Their continuous kiss was a sloppy wet one, as they chewed at each other's lips and tongue passionately. Renu was really into it now, and Dinesh knew that she wasn't doing this for just him alone any longer. She was breathing more heavily and more rapidly as she continued to fuck slowly. Now, however, she was coming down harder on the down strokes and grinding against him before she raised her ass up again.
Then all at once, Renu blurted, "Oh, god! Oh, god!" into his mouth and began to fuck with abandon, jerking her hips up and slamming down rapidly and fiercely, bouncing them up and down on the little bed. Dinesh began to buck under her now, humping up to meet her descending belly and having his ass slammed back into the mattress by her almost savage assault. His cock was being rammed in and out of her with tremendous force and speed now, and it was on fire with the strongest sensations he had ever felt. He could feel the heat inside Renu increase too, along with the wetness.
Dinesh had dreamed of fucking the hell out of Mummy, but here was his strong, loving Mummy fucking the hell out of him. God, could she fuck!
Slam!…Bang!…Fuck!…Fuck!…Fuck!…Fuck! Renu was panting into his mouth, whining a high-pitched whine now, completely out of control in her passion. And the sensations in his cock spread out through his groin, and he knew that he couldn’t hold back any longer. The heat inside him just boiled over, and he gave a muffled roar as his cock began to jerk and spit out its load deep inside his mother’s plunging cunt. Renu felt him start to shoot into her, and she gave a little scream as her ass leaped and jumped even faster in a frantic stretch drive into her own climax. Then all at once she stiffened up,
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### Chapter 4: Shadows in the Canopy
Renu Madhavi felt the weight of the investigation settle into her bones as the days turned into weeks, the probe into the tree mafia stretching more than a month under Aaravalli Island's relentless sun that beat down on the groves with a dry, baking heat, turning the red soil to powder that clung to her boots like fine rust. She arrived at the station each morning before the harbor mist lifted, her jeep pulling into the yard with the crunch of gravel under the tires, the air thick with the briny tang of salt from the sea mingling with the faint, acrid bite of diesel from idling vehicles. Kabir cut the engine with a quiet nod as she stepped out, the door's creak echoing in the still dawn, her uniform already sticking to her skin from the humidity that wrapped around her like a damp veil. The air inside the building carried the familiar mix of salt from the sea and the faint must of old files stacked in corners, paper edges yellowed and curling from the moisture, and Renu went straight to her office, where the whiteboard on the wall had grown crowded with names, dates, and arrows connecting the pieces in black marker that smudged under her thumb when she traced them. Gopi's partial confession from the mixer's driver had given them a starting point, but the mafia's network ran deep, like roots twisting through the red soil, forcing her to peel back layers one witness at a time, each revelation tasting bitter on her tongue like oversteeped tea.
She started the second week by pulling in one of the names Gopi had given—a mid-level loader from the groves named Kumar, a man with rough hands scarred from chainsaws, the calluses rough as sandpaper when he gripped the table's edge, and eyes that darted to the door during the interrogation, the room's single bulb casting harsh shadows that deepened the lines on his weathered face. Renu sat across from him in the plain room, the metal chair cold against her back through her uniform, her chair positioned so the light fell full on his face, highlighting the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead and trickled down his temple, carrying the faint, earthy scent of soil and sweat that filled the confined space. She asked about the orders from the groves, her voice steady and low, the words hanging in the stale air like smoke from a dying fire. Kumar denied it at first, his voice low and even, the rasp of it scraping like dry leaves underfoot, but Renu waited, her unyielding stare holding him in place until he shifted, the chair scraping against the concrete floor with a grating squeal, sweat beading on his upper lip and dripping onto the table in a slow, plinking rhythm. After an hour, the room growing warmer from their shared breath, he admitted to seeing the unmarked shipments load at night, the teak bundled under tarps that smelled of fresh sap and canvas, the air heavy with the whine of chainsaws echoing from the groves, the trucks returning empty with cash tucked in the cabs, the bills crisp and smelling of ink and secrecy. "It's just work," Kumar muttered, his confession taped on the recorder that whirred softly in the corner, the red light blinking like an unblinking eye, added to the file that now smelled of stale coffee stains and printer ink, giving Renu a new route to trace through the coves Kabir's contacts had mentioned, the path marked on her map with a finger that left a faint smudge of dirt.
Kabir drove her to the first cove that afternoon, the jeep navigating narrow paths where the mangroves leaned in close, their leaves brushing the windows like fingers testing for weakness, the air inside the vehicle thick with the sharp, green scent of wet foliage and the faint metallic tang of the sea creeping closer. They parked behind a cluster of boulders, rough and lichen-covered under her palms as she steadied the binoculars, the glass cool and fogging slightly from her breath, and waited as the tide pulled out, revealing the muddy flats where boats sometimes anchored, the ground sucking at their shoes with wet, slurping sounds when they stepped out for a better view. Kabir had fed more tips from his undercover contacts in the logging crews that morning over station coffee, the bitter brew steaming in chipped mugs as his voice low and gravelly described how the unmarked shipments vanished into the coastal fog each night, the crews whispering about captains who paid in rum that smelled of fermented sugarcane and silence that hung heavy as the mist. Renu scanned the water through the lenses, the sea flat and gray under the overcast sky, the waves lapping at the shore with a rhythmic slosh that blended with the distant call of gulls wheeling overhead, their cries sharp and piercing like accusations, but no boats appeared that day, only the fog rolling in thick and clammy, carrying the briny chill that seeped through her blouse. They tried again the next evening, the fog rolling in thicker as they idled the engine, the low rumble vibrating through the seat, Kabir pointing to a shadow on the horizon with a callused finger that turned out to be driftwood bobbing in the current, the wood dark and waterlogged, smelling of rot when they examined it later. The tips were solid—the crews had named three captains who hugged the shoreline, their voices rough from shouting over engine noise—but the mafia had eyes everywhere, the air filled with the unseen rustle of leaves that might hide watchers, and the boats stayed hidden, forcing Renu to pull back and plan a night stakeout with Joseph's team, the plan sketched on a napkin stained with coffee rings. She spent the following days at the station, cross-checking the captains' names against harbor logs, her pen scratching steady lines in the notebook as Fathima worked beside her, the tech expert's laptop humming with data, the keyboard clicks a constant percussion in the quiet room.
Fathima cross-referenced satellite imagery to map unauthorized clear-cuts encroaching on protected reserves, her fingers tapping the keys as she pulled fresh images from the past week, the screen filling with false-color views of the island's green heart, the pixels sharp and unnatural under the fluorescent lights. Renu leaned over the desk, her coffee going cold in the mug, the bitter dregs sticking to her tongue when she sipped, as Fathima highlighted the new cuts, long scars of bare earth snaking through the canopy, their edges too straight for natural decay, the red lines glowing like fresh wounds on the display. "These started after the convoy intercept," Fathima said, her voice even but laced with urgency, zooming in on a cluster near the ridge where Mukundan's SUV had gone over, the image resolving to show tire tracks etched in the dirt like veins. "The reserves are shrinking—look at the encroachment here, trucks hauling out under cover of the fog line, the soil stripped bare, no regrowth in weeks." Renu nodded, tracing the lines with her finger, the screen's cool glass under her nail, the maps revealing a pattern that matched Kabir's tips: the clear-cuts fed directly into the shipment routes, the teak felled in protected zones with the acrid smoke of chainsaws still lingering in the air, funneled to the coves where the salt spray masked the scent of fresh wood. Fathima printed updated versions, the paper warm from the machine as it spat out sheet after sheet, the ink sharp and black, Renu pinning them to the board with tacks that pricked her thumb, arrows linking the cuts to Ravi's yard and the falsified permits from the official who had fled after Joseph's raid, the paper crinkling under her palm. The imagery gave them targets—three sites to raid in the coming week, the coordinates burned into her mind—but the mafia adapted fast, the crews shifting to smaller loads that satellite eyes missed, the images blurring in the fog's haze, stretching the probe into a game of catch and release, the frustration tasting like bile in her throat.
Joseph's patrols kept the pressure steady, his van a constant on the backroads, the engine's rumble a warning to drivers who scattered like leaves in his wake, the dust clouds rising thick and choking in the rearview. In the third week, he intercepted another suspicious convoy on a trail off the main ridge, the trucks low-slung and kicking up dust that coated his windshield in a gritty film, the air inside the van hot and stale from hours on the road. Joseph radioed Renu from the scene, his voice calm over the crackle of static, the handset slick with sweat in his grip: "Four rigs, ma'am—plates from the official's batch, loaded heavy." He boxed them in with backup units, the screech of tires and shouts of drivers filling the air as they surrendered with hands up, their faces pale and streaked with dirt, the permits falsified with the same stamp as before, the paper creased and damp from their pockets. The beds loaded with teak planks wrapped in canvas that smelled of pitch and sea salt, Renu arrived as the sun dipped low, the yard lit by floodlights that buzzed like angry insects, casting long shadows on the ground. She inspected the cargo herself, running her hand over the wood's smooth grain, the surface warm from the day's heat, the scent of fresh sap rising sharp in the air, mingling with the diesel fumes from the idling engines. The drivers cracked under questioning, their voices hoarse from yelling over the convoy's rumble, admitting to payoffs from Ravi's men in greasy envelopes that crinkled in Joseph's fist, the routes leading to the coves where Kabir's tips placed the boats, the paths marked by tire ruts deep in the mud. "The official signed off before he ran," one driver said, his voice breaking as Joseph cuffed him, the metal clicking cold against his wrists. Renu added the details to the file, the probe gaining momentum with each haul, the teak's weight heavy in her arms as she sampled a plank, but setbacks followed—a tip on a big shipment turning into an empty warehouse that smelled of mold and abandonment, the forestry official's trail going cold in the mainland's sprawl, the phone lines dead and doors barred. She pushed the team harder, nights at the station blending into dawn stakeouts, the month wearing on her like the island's humidity, heavy and unrelenting, the salt crusting her skin, the taste of failure lingering like brine on her lips.
Renu Madhavi felt the weight of the investigation settle into her bones as the days turned into weeks, the probe into the tree mafia stretching more than a month under Aaravalli Island's relentless sun that beat down on the groves with a dry, baking heat, turning the red soil to powder that clung to her boots like fine rust. She arrived at the station each morning before the harbor mist lifted, her jeep pulling into the yard with the crunch of gravel under the tires, the air thick with the briny tang of salt from the sea mingling with the faint, acrid bite of diesel from idling vehicles. Kabir cut the engine with a quiet nod as she stepped out, the door's creak echoing in the still dawn, her uniform already sticking to her skin from the humidity that wrapped around her like a damp veil. The air inside the building carried the familiar mix of salt from the sea and the faint must of old files stacked in corners, paper edges yellowed and curling from the moisture, and Renu went straight to her office, where the whiteboard on the wall had grown crowded with names, dates, and arrows connecting the pieces in black marker that smudged under her thumb when she traced them. Gopi's partial confession from the mixer's driver had given them a starting point, but the mafia's network ran deep, like roots twisting through the red soil, forcing her to peel back layers one witness at a time, each revelation tasting bitter on her tongue like oversteeped tea.
She started the second week by pulling in one of the names Gopi had given—a mid-level loader from the groves named Kumar, a man with rough hands scarred from chainsaws, the calluses rough as sandpaper when he gripped the table's edge, and eyes that darted to the door during the interrogation, the room's single bulb casting harsh shadows that deepened the lines on his weathered face. Renu sat across from him in the plain room, the metal chair cold against her back through her uniform, her chair positioned so the light fell full on his face, highlighting the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead and trickled down his temple, carrying the faint, earthy scent of soil and sweat that filled the confined space. She asked about the orders from the groves, her voice steady and low, the words hanging in the stale air like smoke from a dying fire. Kumar denied it at first, his voice low and even, the rasp of it scraping like dry leaves underfoot, but Renu waited, her unyielding stare holding him in place until he shifted, the chair scraping against the concrete floor with a grating squeal, sweat beading on his upper lip and dripping onto the table in a slow, plinking rhythm. After an hour, the room growing warmer from their shared breath, he admitted to seeing the unmarked shipments load at night, the teak bundled under tarps that smelled of fresh sap and canvas, the air heavy with the whine of chainsaws echoing from the groves, the trucks returning empty with cash tucked in the cabs, the bills crisp and smelling of ink and secrecy. "It's just work," Kumar muttered, his confession taped on the recorder that whirred softly in the corner, the red light blinking like an unblinking eye, added to the file that now smelled of stale coffee stains and printer ink, giving Renu a new route to trace through the coves Kabir's contacts had mentioned, the path marked on her map with a finger that left a faint smudge of dirt.
Kabir drove her to the first cove that afternoon, the jeep navigating narrow paths where the mangroves leaned in close, their leaves brushing the windows like fingers testing for weakness, the air inside the vehicle thick with the sharp, green scent of wet foliage and the faint metallic tang of the sea creeping closer. They parked behind a cluster of boulders, rough and lichen-covered under her palms as she steadied the binoculars, the glass cool and fogging slightly from her breath, and waited as the tide pulled out, revealing the muddy flats where boats sometimes anchored, the ground sucking at their shoes with wet, slurping sounds when they stepped out for a better view. Kabir had fed more tips from his undercover contacts in the logging crews that morning over station coffee, the bitter brew steaming in chipped mugs as his voice low and gravelly described how the unmarked shipments vanished into the coastal fog each night, the crews whispering about captains who paid in rum that smelled of fermented sugarcane and silence that hung heavy as the mist. Renu scanned the water through the lenses, the sea flat and gray under the overcast sky, the waves lapping at the shore with a rhythmic slosh that blended with the distant call of gulls wheeling overhead, their cries sharp and piercing like accusations, but no boats appeared that day, only the fog rolling in thick and clammy, carrying the briny chill that seeped through her blouse. They tried again the next evening, the fog rolling in thicker as they idled the engine, the low rumble vibrating through the seat, Kabir pointing to a shadow on the horizon with a callused finger that turned out to be driftwood bobbing in the current, the wood dark and waterlogged, smelling of rot when they examined it later. The tips were solid—the crews had named three captains who hugged the shoreline, their voices rough from shouting over engine noise—but the mafia had eyes everywhere, the air filled with the unseen rustle of leaves that might hide watchers, and the boats stayed hidden, forcing Renu to pull back and plan a night stakeout with Joseph's team, the plan sketched on a napkin stained with coffee rings. She spent the following days at the station, cross-checking the captains' names against harbor logs, her pen scratching steady lines in the notebook as Fathima worked beside her, the tech expert's laptop humming with data, the keyboard clicks a constant percussion in the quiet room.
Fathima cross-referenced satellite imagery to map unauthorized clear-cuts encroaching on protected reserves, her fingers tapping the keys as she pulled fresh images from the past week, the screen filling with false-color views of the island's green heart, the pixels sharp and unnatural under the fluorescent lights. Renu leaned over the desk, her coffee going cold in the mug, the bitter dregs sticking to her tongue when she sipped, as Fathima highlighted the new cuts, long scars of bare earth snaking through the canopy, their edges too straight for natural decay, the red lines glowing like fresh wounds on the display. "These started after the convoy intercept," Fathima said, her voice even but laced with urgency, zooming in on a cluster near the ridge where Mukundan's SUV had gone over, the image resolving to show tire tracks etched in the dirt like veins. "The reserves are shrinking—look at the encroachment here, trucks hauling out under cover of the fog line, the soil stripped bare, no regrowth in weeks." Renu nodded, tracing the lines with her finger, the screen's cool glass under her nail, the maps revealing a pattern that matched Kabir's tips: the clear-cuts fed directly into the shipment routes, the teak felled in protected zones with the acrid smoke of chainsaws still lingering in the air, funneled to the coves where the salt spray masked the scent of fresh wood. Fathima printed updated versions, the paper warm from the machine as it spat out sheet after sheet, the ink sharp and black, Renu pinning them to the board with tacks that pricked her thumb, arrows linking the cuts to Ravi's yard and the falsified permits from the official who had fled after Joseph's raid, the paper crinkling under her palm. The imagery gave them targets—three sites to raid in the coming week, the coordinates burned into her mind—but the mafia adapted fast, the crews shifting to smaller loads that satellite eyes missed, the images blurring in the fog's haze, stretching the probe into a game of catch and release, the frustration tasting like bile in her throat.
Joseph's patrols kept the pressure steady, his van a constant on the backroads, the engine's rumble a warning to drivers who scattered like leaves in his wake, the dust clouds rising thick and choking in the rearview. In the third week, he intercepted another suspicious convoy on a trail off the main ridge, the trucks low-slung and kicking up dust that coated his windshield in a gritty film, the air inside the van hot and stale from hours on the road. Joseph radioed Renu from the scene, his voice calm over the crackle of static, the handset slick with sweat in his grip: "Four rigs, ma'am—plates from the official's batch, loaded heavy." He boxed them in with backup units, the screech of tires and shouts of drivers filling the air as they surrendered with hands up, their faces pale and streaked with dirt, the permits falsified with the same stamp as before, the paper creased and damp from their pockets. The beds loaded with teak planks wrapped in canvas that smelled of pitch and sea salt, Renu arrived as the sun dipped low, the yard lit by floodlights that buzzed like angry insects, casting long shadows on the ground. She inspected the cargo herself, running her hand over the wood's smooth grain, the surface warm from the day's heat, the scent of fresh sap rising sharp in the air, mingling with the diesel fumes from the idling engines. The drivers cracked under questioning, their voices hoarse from yelling over the convoy's rumble, admitting to payoffs from Ravi's men in greasy envelopes that crinkled in Joseph's fist, the routes leading to the coves where Kabir's tips placed the boats, the paths marked by tire ruts deep in the mud. "The official signed off before he ran," one driver said, his voice breaking as Joseph cuffed him, the metal clicking cold against his wrists. Renu added the details to the file, the probe gaining momentum with each haul, the teak's weight heavy in her arms as she sampled a plank, but setbacks followed—a tip on a big shipment turning into an empty warehouse that smelled of mold and abandonment, the forestry official's trail going cold in the mainland's sprawl, the phone lines dead and doors barred. She pushed the team harder, nights at the station blending into dawn stakeouts, the month wearing on her like the island's humidity, heavy and unrelenting, the salt crusting her skin, the taste of failure lingering like brine on her lips.
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Chapter 4A: RENU AND DINESH'S 2ND NIGHT;
At 8 pm Renu returned to the house. Dinesh made dinner for both. They ate together. Later they both sat in the living room.
Renu: Thank you so much son for everything, I’m so happy.
Dinesh: It’s ok mom, it’s my duty to make u happy.
Renu: Actually it’s your father’s duty, and you are doing it as we missing him.
Dinesh: No mom, I’m doing all this for you. I have made this my responsibility.
Renu: Ooohh…..you are so good.
And she kissed his left cheek. Dinesh pointed to his right cheek with his finger and she smiled and kissed it. Later Dinesh pointed to his forehead and she kissed it too with a smile. Then boldly Dinesh pointed to his lips….
Renu: You naughty boy….
Dinesh: Please mom…..give me here…..I want it….Dont say no.
Renu: You really want ?? I think it’s too much !
(Renu was constantly smiling at him)
Dinesh: Ya mom, I really want……I want to feel your lips on my lips……It’s your love….
She smiled, closed her eyes and slowly she brought her lips to his lips and kissed them smoothly. She just gave a soft kiss, and Dinesh held her face with both his hands and kissed her lips a little deeper. She broke it and was breathing fast. They looked into each other’s eyes and still holding her face Dinesh said….
Dinesh: Mom, that was the best kiss of my life. I want to sleep with you. I really want you mom, I’m the man of the house and you are the woman, so…we should have union.
Dinesh saw Renu’s face was full with surprise. She was breathing really hard. Dinesh held her tight and before she could say anything he put his finger on her lips and said……
Dinesh: We are alone tonight mom, and we can make love tonight without any fear…..No one will know, and this will make our love stronger…..Pplease mom….
She was just quiet and put her face on his chest…..looking at this Dinesh knew he was very close to fuck her tonight.
She came towards him…..and they hugged tight and they kissed for few minutes. Dinesh held her face and kissed her forehead. Dinesh began to unbutton his shirt…she looked at him and Dinesh gave her a smile…..she put her face on his chest as he threw his shirt on the floor. Dinesh held her face up and they kissed again but now more as lovers than as mom-son….. While kissing Dinesh put his hand at her back and pulled down her dress zip. She was really shivering and her face was on his chest while hugging him tight. She was feeling shy to remove her dress before him. Dinesh pulled down her dress to her legs and she put it aside with her legs.
Dinesh opened her hair that she put up with hair pins. Dinesh kissed her on her lips. He would kiss her each time he removed her clip. One by one the pins he took off and just put them on the box nearby. Till then Dinesh had kissed her 6 times. She looked even more beautiful with her free flowing hair.
Dinesh: Wow..mom, you look so sweet in this way.
She just smiled and put her head again on his chest. Dinesh hugged her for a moment and then unhooked her bra, she looked at him and Dinesh kissed her lips. She held the bra with her hands not letting it go as if trying to cover her nudity…….Dinesh held her hand……..
Dinesh: Mom, let it go and throw it down, please mom….
Then Dinesh kissed her lips deeply and she took off her bra and just put it on the floor revealing her round shaped little shaggy breasts. Her nipples were erect due to the excitement. She had managed to keep her breasts in shape even in that age. Dinesh was tempted to suck it.
Dinesh: Mom, your breast are so nice….
Renu: They are small..
Dinesh: Hmmmmmmmm…..ya….but they are so nice and I like them because they are my mom’s breast….The breasts I suckled when I was a baby.
Dinesh rubbed her breast as they kissed and then Dinesh took off his pants and a short that he always wore under his pants and threw them on the floor. Dinesh took her hand and put it on his lund……she tried to withdraw but Dinesh held it there and he rubbed her hand on his lund(cock). She just moaned slowly…….. As she rubbed, the sweet sound of her bangles really made him more hard and horny. Then she took off her ear rings and put them on that box aside. Dinesh stopped her from taking off anything further. He wanted to fuck her in her jewelries and bangles, his object of lust.
Dinesh: Mom, I’m going to take off your shalwar now…..
Renu: Nnooo……
Dinesh: it’s ok mom…. I’m your son, not a outsider…..let me take it off……mom, I am sorry if I use any dirty words on you…….I want to say that…. I want to fuck you tonight.
Renu: Ooohhh…..son…..
They kissed deeply and at the same time Dinesh pulled open her shalwar chord and her shalwar dropped down. She took it off with her leg and put it aside. She was standing before him in just her pink panties which was having wet patch on her crotch. They kissed again and then Dinesh brought her to the bed….It’s the same bed where his father used to fuck her before and now Dinesh was going to take his father place fucking her under the same oil lamp light. Dinesh rubbed her pussy from above the panty. It was little fluffy due to hairs. She jerked her body when Dinesh touched her pussy area. She removed his hand from her pussy and kissed him. Dinesh licked his fingers which had rubbed her pussy. She felt shame on his action and hid her face in her palm.
They lay down and she covered their bodies with the blanket. They kissed for some time and then Dinesh pulled down his underwear and threw it down the bed. Dinesh brought her hand to his lund(cock) and made her to hold it and he held her hand tight on his lund so she won’t let it go. Dinesh began to shake it slowly and they kissed. Her heart was beating at double the speed. He could hear it from distance. Then Dinesh let her hand go and she was still shaking his lund up and down slowly. The sounds of her bangles really reminded him of her fucking with his father. Dinesh was happy to note that now onwards the bangles’ sound was for him.
Dinesh put his hand on her panty and he was happy to know that her panty was already so wet. When he wanted to pull her panty down, she stopped him and looked at him….. Dinesh just kissed her slowly…….Then he rubbed her pussy area making her more hot.
Dinesh: Please mom, let it go….or you take it off yourself so that we can make love and have union…please….
Then as they kissed, she herself took off her panty and threw it down the bed. So, it was time now for Dinesh to do his part….to fuck her and make her cum. Dinesh went on top of her, and she adjusted the blanket so that it would cover their naked bodies that were ready for union.
She opened her legs and Dinesh held his lund(cock) and brought it close to her pussy. He put it at the entrance and then they hugged and kissed. While kissing Dinesh pushed his lund into her pussy and it went smoothly into her as her pussy was so wet and warm. After all of his lund got into her, Dinesh looked at her and smiled and kissed her. Then he began to push in and out of her slowly. She also started pushing from below. Dinesh was jerking his body furiously.
This being his first fuck with his mom it was really important for Dinesh, because he must really fuck her from his heart and satisfy her. If he really made her cum and brought about her orgasm, he would have really done his part and then later she would come to him herself to be fucked. Dinesh pushed in and out and later both of them were in a rhythm fucking each other. The room was silent with only their breathing being audible.
Thap thap thap thap thap thap thap thap thap thap.
They could hear their bodies hitting each other. His cock went deep in her hole and her warm hole was enveloping his cock. It was out of this world experience. Dinesh was sucking her boobs and pushing his cock deeper. She began to moan slowly and Dinesh was happy for that……their fucking juices were flowing down as they fucked. Every time she moved her hands, her bangles made sweet sounds and that made him push harder. She was moaning loudly. Thankfully no one was home or they would have got suspicious.
Renu was calling Dinesh's name and saying, “Fucccckkkkkkkkkk meeeee son……
fuck meeeeeee with your huge pulsing dick………..pump meeeeeee HARDEEEERRRR…
I need your big cockkkkkkkkkkkkkuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnngggggGGGHHHHhhhhhhh…..
FUCK….FUCK…..FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK…….PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEE SOME MORE
……………..DONT STOPPPPPPPPPPPP……………………….SOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD SON…..YESSSS….
FUCK HARDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR…………..FASTEEEERRRRR…
SOME MORE………..AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
…………..YESSSSSSSSSSS……………….LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU SON……..
CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW !!!!!!!
Love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu MOTHER-FUCKER SON !!”
Dinesh had fucked few prostitutes before but this was really different…..he never felt so wonderful before this all his life! He was copulating with the same hole that brought him into this world. The person who was his cradle in the start of this life. Dinesh began to fuck her a bit faster and there was sound, ……chaap…chaap…chaap…chaap…. as they continued fucking and the bed was making a bit of noise, with her bangles sounds…The same bangle sound which used to keep him awake for past so many days……..wow…what a fuck ! Dinesh saw her eyes through the lamp light and he knew she was really enjoying this mom and son union.
Dinesh was also at the climax and he really started to moan…It was not long that she also went into another orbit saying, “.PUSH YOUR COCK IN NOWWWW
……….AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
……….UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….
PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WITH YOUR PULSING COCCCCKKKKKK !!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK……………….FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ….”
She closed her eyes and began to moan a bit louder and Dinesh kept on pushing in and out ……..she started to lift her ass on every stroke he gave her. And then……..they hugged tight and Dinesh began to shoot his sperm into her………..She felt the pulsating cock……………..Dinesh never knew his mom was so hot and could use such words in life.
Renu again gathered momentum and said, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
………LET US CUMMMMMM TOGETHER………………………………………..
RELEASE YOUR HOT SPERM DEEP INTO MY CLENCHING CUNT, CUNT, CUNT….
AAAAAAAUUUUUUUWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGG……”
Saying this she hugged him tight and kissed him with her eyes still closed and Dinesh knew he had succeeded in giving her orgasm of her life. They kissed and he could feel he was shooting load after load into her. He had never shot this way before and their bodies were shaking as they kissed and hugged each other tight. Dinesh emptied his balls into his mom, and their thighs were all wet with love juices from their fucking.
Wow !! What a tremendous fuck Dinesh had with his mom! That was out of this world experience. All should fuck their mom to feel what it is to life. He spent his sperm. Then Dinesh collapsed down from her and lay next to her. She also breathed heavy and turned her back towards him without cleaning. His sperms were still lodged in her cunt. Dinesh kissed her shoulder and hugged her from the back. He put his leg on her waist and they slept like lovers. Wow….every son should enjoy this with his own mom.
Next morning Dinesh woke up and found his mom was sleeping with her head on his chest. Dinesh kissed her head and played with her hair. She turned her face towards him and without speaking she kissed him. They kissed for a while and then slowly she came on top of him and his naked body. Dinesh never expected this from her. He must have given her a good fucking last night. She adjusted the blanket on them and they kissed again.
Dinesh was sucking her lips. She placed her boobs on his mouth and asked him to suck. Dinesh began sucking her milky globes. Aaaaaaaaaaaa…………..mmmmmmmuuuuuuuuu……….It was so warm and soft even at this age. Dinesh began licking her nipples then her armpits.
She began moaning, “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH……………..YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SON……I LOVE
THE WAY YOU GIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE A GOOD LICKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING..
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH…………YESS…..YESSS….YESS”
His cock was back to its glory. While kissing she held his lund(cock) in her hand and began jerking it up and down. It was rock hard for another session of fuck. Then she inserted it in her puddhi(pussy). Then she began to ride him….. wow…..
She was directing him, “GET UP AND FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE……………………..PUSH YOUR COCK IN NOWWWW…………AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH ……….UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WITH YOUR PULSING COCCCCKKKKKK !!! FUCK FUCK FUCK……………….FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…..
NOW SHOOT YOUR HOTTTTT SPERM DEEP INTO MY CLENCHIIIIIIIIIIING
PUSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!!!!!!I”
……….AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
……….UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….
PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WITH YOUR PULSING COCCCCKKKKKK !!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK……………….FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ….”
She closed her eyes and began to moan a bit louder and Dinesh kept on pushing in and out ……..she started to lift her ass on every stroke he gave her. And then……..they hugged tight and Dinesh began to shoot his sperm into her………..She felt the pulsating cock……………..Dinesh never knew his mom was so hot and could use such words in life.
Renu again gathered momentum and said, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
………LET US CUMMMMMM TOGETHER………………………………………..
RELEASE YOUR HOT SPERM DEEP INTO MY CLENCHING CUNT, CUNT, CUNT….
AAAAAAAUUUUUUUWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGG……”
Saying this she hugged him tight and kissed him with her eyes still closed and Dinesh knew he had succeeded in giving her orgasm of her life. They kissed and he could feel he was shooting load after load into her. He had never shot this way before and their bodies were shaking as they kissed and hugged each other tight. Dinesh emptied his balls into his mom, and their thighs were all wet with love juices from their fucking.
Wow !! What a tremendous fuck Dinesh had with his mom! That was out of this world experience. All should fuck their mom to feel what it is to life. He spent his sperm. Then Dinesh collapsed down from her and lay next to her. She also breathed heavy and turned her back towards him without cleaning. His sperms were still lodged in her cunt. Dinesh kissed her shoulder and hugged her from the back. He put his leg on her waist and they slept like lovers. Wow….every son should enjoy this with his own mom.
Next morning Dinesh woke up and found his mom was sleeping with her head on his chest. Dinesh kissed her head and played with her hair. She turned her face towards him and without speaking she kissed him. They kissed for a while and then slowly she came on top of him and his naked body. Dinesh never expected this from her. He must have given her a good fucking last night. She adjusted the blanket on them and they kissed again.
Dinesh was sucking her lips. She placed her boobs on his mouth and asked him to suck. Dinesh began sucking her milky globes. Aaaaaaaaaaaa…………..mmmmmmmuuuuuuuuu……….It was so warm and soft even at this age. Dinesh began licking her nipples then her armpits.
She began moaning, “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH……………..YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SON……I LOVE
THE WAY YOU GIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE A GOOD LICKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING..
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH…………YESS…..YESSS….YESS”
His cock was back to its glory. While kissing she held his lund(cock) in her hand and began jerking it up and down. It was rock hard for another session of fuck. Then she inserted it in her puddhi(pussy). Then she began to ride him….. wow…..
She was directing him, “GET UP AND FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE……………………..PUSH YOUR COCK IN NOWWWW…………AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH ……….UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WITH YOUR PULSING COCCCCKKKKKK !!! FUCK FUCK FUCK……………….FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…..
NOW SHOOT YOUR HOTTTTT SPERM DEEP INTO MY CLENCHIIIIIIIIIIING
PUSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!!!!!!I”
Renu: Good morning…….How is my boy.
Dinesh: I am fine Mom
Renu: I want to hug you.
Renu hugged him and her boobs were pressing on his cheeks. She was wearing two piece nighty with no underwear. Dinesh rested his face in her boobs.
Renu: You can press your face on my boobs if you like.
Dinesh nibbled his nose on her nipple.
Renu: Naughty boy.
Dinesh suckled her nipple from above the blouse making it wet with his saliva.
Renu: Oh god,
(Her hands were pressing his face in her boobs.)
While they were in high, Rama's video call came, Renu sent her son inside the bathroom before she answered the phone. Rama and Renu talked sometimes, but Rama was surprised to see her mom in the brother's bed. In some angle she had good glimpse of Dinesh standing at the toilet door fully naked. Rama's heart started to race and she was utter shock with surprise to see her brother standing naked while mom was in his room. Her legs were trembling and felt butterflies flying inside her stomach, also felt hitching between her legs. After 10 minutes long talks, they disconnected the phone.
Then Dinesh came out and hugged his mother Renu,
Dinesh: I am loving your body smell
Renu: I have just come from kitchen son.
Dinesh kissed her head. And pressed her boobs. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Renu: You naughty boy. Let me open my blouse button for you to suck my nipples
Dinesh licked her cleavage and the space between boobs. It tasted of her sweet sweat
Renu pulled his head up kissed him and tasted her sweat from his tongue……
Renu: Oh how sweet…I never thought my sweat will taste so sweet……..Uuuuummmmmmmmmmm
Dinesh: Its so sweet Mom.
Dinesh rubbed his tongue with her tongue.
Renu: Oohh dear I wished it went on always but you have to stop this.
### Rama's Awakening
Rama sat in her small dorm room in Bangalore, the coaching institute's fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead, the air conditioner humming a monotonous drone that did little to cut the stickiness of the evening. She had just finished a grueling mock exam for her CA finals, her notes scattered across the desk like fallen leaves, the sharp scent of instant noodles from her quick dinner still lingering in the air. Her phone vibrated on the bed, Renu's face lighting up the screen, and Rama smiled, swiping to answer, eager for the familiar comfort of her mother's voice amid the city's relentless chaos. "Amma," she said, settling back against the pillows, her legs tucked under her in a loose salwar kameez, the fabric soft against her skin from a long day of lectures. "How's Aaravalli? The rain still pouring?"
Renu's face filled the screen, her hair slightly tousled, the background a dimly lit room that Rama recognized as Dinesh's—the guest room posters of torque diagrams and bridge schematics faintly visible behind her, the oil lamp on the nightstand casting a warm, flickering glow that danced across her mother's features. "It's pouring, beta," Renu replied, her voice warm but edged with the fatigue Rama had noticed in recent calls, the probe's toll etching lines around her eyes. "The station was a madhouse today—another dead end with the crews, but Joseph's got a lead on a convoy. Tell me about your mocks. Did the balance sheets behave?"
Rama laughed, launching into her day, the camera angled low on her lap as she gestured with her free hand, the conversation flowing easy between mother and daughter—the usual mix of study woes and island updates, Renu's sari draped loose over her shoulders, the blue fabric catching the lamp's light in soft folds. Rama shifted on the bed, crossing her legs, the room's fan stirring the air with a lazy whir, when something in the frame caught her eye—a glimpse in the corner, beyond Renu's shoulder, the toilet door ajar just enough to reveal a figure standing there. Her heart stuttered, the words dying on her tongue as she leaned forward, squinting at the screen, the image sharpening in the low light: Dinesh, her brother, fully naked, his lean frame silhouetted against the bathroom tiles, his cock hanging heavy and semi-erect between his thighs, the curve of his hips and the dark trail of hair leading down unmistakable in the lamp's glow.
Rama's breath caught, a sharp intake that made her chest tighten, her phone nearly slipping from her hand as heat flooded her face, cheeks burning hot under the fan's breeze. "Amma... what—" she started, but the word lodged in her throat, her eyes locked on the screen, unable to tear away from the forbidden view—Dinesh's body, so familiar yet suddenly alien in its vulnerability, the muscles of his abdomen taut from college workouts, the way his cock twitched slightly as if aware of the gaze, the room's humidity making his skin glisten faintly. Rama's heart started to race, a wild thrum against her ribs that echoed in her ears louder than the rain she could hear pattering in the background of Renu's feed, each beat sending a jolt through her, her pulse pounding in her temples. She was in utter shock with surprise, her mind reeling—*Dinesh? Naked? In his room with Amma?*—the pieces not fitting, the innocence of the call shattering like glass underfoot.
Her legs trembled beneath her, the muscles quivering as if the floor had dropped away, a sudden weakness making her shift on the bed, her thighs pressing together instinctively. Butterflies flew inside her stomach, a fluttering chaos that twisted low in her belly, warm and insistent, the sensation spreading like spilled ink, pooling between her legs where an unexpected itch bloomed, a tingling heat that made her squirm, her salwar's fabric suddenly too tight against the dampness gathering there. Rama's breath came shallow, her free hand clutching the sheet, fingers twisting the cotton as she tried to process—Amma in Dinesh's room, the bed rumpled behind her, the air charged with something unspoken, the naked glimpse of her brother standing there, unashamed, his cock a bold outline that stirred memories of stolen peeks in the bathroom years ago, innocent then but charged now with a forbidden thrill that made her nipples harden against her kameez, a flush creeping down her neck.
Renu continued talking, oblivious, her voice a distant hum about Fathima's maps and Joseph's patrols, the screen steady on her face, but Rama's focus fractured, her eyes darting back to the corner where Dinesh lingered, his hand absently scratching his thigh, the movement casual yet intimate, the rain's patter masking any sound from his end. Rama's mind spun—*Why is he naked? Why is Amma there?*—shock mingling with a curiosity that bordered on hunger, the butterflies turning to a low ache, her legs trembling harder as she uncrossed them, the friction sending a spark that made her bite her lip, the itch between her legs growing insistent, wet and warm, her body betraying her with a flush of arousal she couldn't name, the video call's casualness clashing with the erotic tableau unfolding in pixels. She wanted to ask, to blurt out the question burning her tongue, but the words stuck, her heart racing faster, the surprise rooting her in place, a secret thrill coiling tight in her core as the conversation dragged on, Renu's laugh at some joke about Kabir's driving pulling Rama back just enough to nod, her voice shaky when she replied, "Y-yeah, Amma, sounds tough."
The talk stretched to ten minutes, Rama's responses clipped, her gaze flicking to the door where Dinesh stood, his naked form a silent taunt, the rain's roar outside her window mirroring the storm in her chest, legs still trembling, the butterflies a whirlwind that left her breathless, the itching a persistent throb that made her shift again, her thighs clenching against the damp heat building there. When Renu finally said goodbye, the screen going dark with a wave and a promise to call soon, Rama dropped the phone, her body slumping back against the pillows, breath coming in gasps, the room spinning slightly as she pressed a hand to her stomach, the shock lingering like an aftertaste, surprise twisting into something darker, hotter, the glimpse of her brother's naked body burned into her mind, her legs parting slightly under the sheet, fingers hovering at the waistband of her salwar, the ache between them demanding attention in the sudden silence.
Rama lay there, the fan's whir the only sound, her heart slowing but the fluttering not fading, the image replaying—Dinesh's cock, thick and unashamed, Amma's room behind him, the oil lamp's glow suggesting intimacy she couldn't unsee. Her hand slipped lower, tentative at first, fingers brushing the fabric where the itch pulsed, a soft gasp escaping as she touched the wetness, the shock giving way to curiosity, then to a forbidden curiosity, her mind whirling with questions—*What were they doing? Why was he naked?*—the butterflies turning to a low burn, her legs trembling anew as she explored the heat, the video call's end leaving her alone with the revelation, Rama's body responding in ways that scared and thrilled her, the night stretching long in Bangalore's humid dark.
At 8 pm Renu returned to the house. Dinesh made dinner for both. They ate together. Later they both sat in the living room.
Renu: Thank you so much son for everything, I’m so happy.
Dinesh: It’s ok mom, it’s my duty to make u happy.
Renu: Actually it’s your father’s duty, and you are doing it as we missing him.
Dinesh: No mom, I’m doing all this for you. I have made this my responsibility.
Renu: Ooohh…..you are so good.
And she kissed his left cheek. Dinesh pointed to his right cheek with his finger and she smiled and kissed it. Later Dinesh pointed to his forehead and she kissed it too with a smile. Then boldly Dinesh pointed to his lips….
Renu: You naughty boy….
Dinesh: Please mom…..give me here…..I want it….Dont say no.
Renu: You really want ?? I think it’s too much !
(Renu was constantly smiling at him)
Dinesh: Ya mom, I really want……I want to feel your lips on my lips……It’s your love….
She smiled, closed her eyes and slowly she brought her lips to his lips and kissed them smoothly. She just gave a soft kiss, and Dinesh held her face with both his hands and kissed her lips a little deeper. She broke it and was breathing fast. They looked into each other’s eyes and still holding her face Dinesh said….
Dinesh: Mom, that was the best kiss of my life. I want to sleep with you. I really want you mom, I’m the man of the house and you are the woman, so…we should have union.
Dinesh saw Renu’s face was full with surprise. She was breathing really hard. Dinesh held her tight and before she could say anything he put his finger on her lips and said……
Dinesh: We are alone tonight mom, and we can make love tonight without any fear…..No one will know, and this will make our love stronger…..Pplease mom….
She was just quiet and put her face on his chest…..looking at this Dinesh knew he was very close to fuck her tonight.
She came towards him…..and they hugged tight and they kissed for few minutes. Dinesh held her face and kissed her forehead. Dinesh began to unbutton his shirt…she looked at him and Dinesh gave her a smile…..she put her face on his chest as he threw his shirt on the floor. Dinesh held her face up and they kissed again but now more as lovers than as mom-son….. While kissing Dinesh put his hand at her back and pulled down her dress zip. She was really shivering and her face was on his chest while hugging him tight. She was feeling shy to remove her dress before him. Dinesh pulled down her dress to her legs and she put it aside with her legs.
Dinesh opened her hair that she put up with hair pins. Dinesh kissed her on her lips. He would kiss her each time he removed her clip. One by one the pins he took off and just put them on the box nearby. Till then Dinesh had kissed her 6 times. She looked even more beautiful with her free flowing hair.
Dinesh: Wow..mom, you look so sweet in this way.
She just smiled and put her head again on his chest. Dinesh hugged her for a moment and then unhooked her bra, she looked at him and Dinesh kissed her lips. She held the bra with her hands not letting it go as if trying to cover her nudity…….Dinesh held her hand……..
Dinesh: Mom, let it go and throw it down, please mom….
Then Dinesh kissed her lips deeply and she took off her bra and just put it on the floor revealing her round shaped little shaggy breasts. Her nipples were erect due to the excitement. She had managed to keep her breasts in shape even in that age. Dinesh was tempted to suck it.
Dinesh: Mom, your breast are so nice….
Renu: They are small..
Dinesh: Hmmmmmmmm…..ya….but they are so nice and I like them because they are my mom’s breast….The breasts I suckled when I was a baby.
Dinesh rubbed her breast as they kissed and then Dinesh took off his pants and a short that he always wore under his pants and threw them on the floor. Dinesh took her hand and put it on his lund……she tried to withdraw but Dinesh held it there and he rubbed her hand on his lund(cock). She just moaned slowly…….. As she rubbed, the sweet sound of her bangles really made him more hard and horny. Then she took off her ear rings and put them on that box aside. Dinesh stopped her from taking off anything further. He wanted to fuck her in her jewelries and bangles, his object of lust.
Dinesh: Mom, I’m going to take off your shalwar now…..
Renu: Nnooo……
Dinesh: it’s ok mom…. I’m your son, not a outsider…..let me take it off……mom, I am sorry if I use any dirty words on you…….I want to say that…. I want to fuck you tonight.
Renu: Ooohhh…..son…..
They kissed deeply and at the same time Dinesh pulled open her shalwar chord and her shalwar dropped down. She took it off with her leg and put it aside. She was standing before him in just her pink panties which was having wet patch on her crotch. They kissed again and then Dinesh brought her to the bed….It’s the same bed where his father used to fuck her before and now Dinesh was going to take his father place fucking her under the same oil lamp light. Dinesh rubbed her pussy from above the panty. It was little fluffy due to hairs. She jerked her body when Dinesh touched her pussy area. She removed his hand from her pussy and kissed him. Dinesh licked his fingers which had rubbed her pussy. She felt shame on his action and hid her face in her palm.
They lay down and she covered their bodies with the blanket. They kissed for some time and then Dinesh pulled down his underwear and threw it down the bed. Dinesh brought her hand to his lund(cock) and made her to hold it and he held her hand tight on his lund so she won’t let it go. Dinesh began to shake it slowly and they kissed. Her heart was beating at double the speed. He could hear it from distance. Then Dinesh let her hand go and she was still shaking his lund up and down slowly. The sounds of her bangles really reminded him of her fucking with his father. Dinesh was happy to note that now onwards the bangles’ sound was for him.
Dinesh put his hand on her panty and he was happy to know that her panty was already so wet. When he wanted to pull her panty down, she stopped him and looked at him….. Dinesh just kissed her slowly…….Then he rubbed her pussy area making her more hot.
Dinesh: Please mom, let it go….or you take it off yourself so that we can make love and have union…please….
Then as they kissed, she herself took off her panty and threw it down the bed. So, it was time now for Dinesh to do his part….to fuck her and make her cum. Dinesh went on top of her, and she adjusted the blanket so that it would cover their naked bodies that were ready for union.
She opened her legs and Dinesh held his lund(cock) and brought it close to her pussy. He put it at the entrance and then they hugged and kissed. While kissing Dinesh pushed his lund into her pussy and it went smoothly into her as her pussy was so wet and warm. After all of his lund got into her, Dinesh looked at her and smiled and kissed her. Then he began to push in and out of her slowly. She also started pushing from below. Dinesh was jerking his body furiously.
This being his first fuck with his mom it was really important for Dinesh, because he must really fuck her from his heart and satisfy her. If he really made her cum and brought about her orgasm, he would have really done his part and then later she would come to him herself to be fucked. Dinesh pushed in and out and later both of them were in a rhythm fucking each other. The room was silent with only their breathing being audible.
Thap thap thap thap thap thap thap thap thap thap.
They could hear their bodies hitting each other. His cock went deep in her hole and her warm hole was enveloping his cock. It was out of this world experience. Dinesh was sucking her boobs and pushing his cock deeper. She began to moan slowly and Dinesh was happy for that……their fucking juices were flowing down as they fucked. Every time she moved her hands, her bangles made sweet sounds and that made him push harder. She was moaning loudly. Thankfully no one was home or they would have got suspicious.
Renu was calling Dinesh's name and saying, “Fucccckkkkkkkkkk meeeee son……
fuck meeeeeee with your huge pulsing dick………..pump meeeeeee HARDEEEERRRR…
I need your big cockkkkkkkkkkkkkuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnngggggGGGHHHHhhhhhhh…..
FUCK….FUCK…..FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK…….PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEE SOME MORE
……………..DONT STOPPPPPPPPPPPP……………………….SOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD SON…..YESSSS….
FUCK HARDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR…………..FASTEEEERRRRR…
SOME MORE………..AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
…………..YESSSSSSSSSSS……………….LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU SON……..
CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW !!!!!!!
Love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu MOTHER-FUCKER SON !!”
Dinesh had fucked few prostitutes before but this was really different…..he never felt so wonderful before this all his life! He was copulating with the same hole that brought him into this world. The person who was his cradle in the start of this life. Dinesh began to fuck her a bit faster and there was sound, ……chaap…chaap…chaap…chaap…. as they continued fucking and the bed was making a bit of noise, with her bangles sounds…The same bangle sound which used to keep him awake for past so many days……..wow…what a fuck ! Dinesh saw her eyes through the lamp light and he knew she was really enjoying this mom and son union.
Dinesh was also at the climax and he really started to moan…It was not long that she also went into another orbit saying, “.PUSH YOUR COCK IN NOWWWW
……….AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
……….UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….
PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WITH YOUR PULSING COCCCCKKKKKK !!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK……………….FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ….”
She closed her eyes and began to moan a bit louder and Dinesh kept on pushing in and out ……..she started to lift her ass on every stroke he gave her. And then……..they hugged tight and Dinesh began to shoot his sperm into her………..She felt the pulsating cock……………..Dinesh never knew his mom was so hot and could use such words in life.
Renu again gathered momentum and said, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
………LET US CUMMMMMM TOGETHER………………………………………..
RELEASE YOUR HOT SPERM DEEP INTO MY CLENCHING CUNT, CUNT, CUNT….
AAAAAAAUUUUUUUWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGG……”
Saying this she hugged him tight and kissed him with her eyes still closed and Dinesh knew he had succeeded in giving her orgasm of her life. They kissed and he could feel he was shooting load after load into her. He had never shot this way before and their bodies were shaking as they kissed and hugged each other tight. Dinesh emptied his balls into his mom, and their thighs were all wet with love juices from their fucking.
Wow !! What a tremendous fuck Dinesh had with his mom! That was out of this world experience. All should fuck their mom to feel what it is to life. He spent his sperm. Then Dinesh collapsed down from her and lay next to her. She also breathed heavy and turned her back towards him without cleaning. His sperms were still lodged in her cunt. Dinesh kissed her shoulder and hugged her from the back. He put his leg on her waist and they slept like lovers. Wow….every son should enjoy this with his own mom.
Next morning Dinesh woke up and found his mom was sleeping with her head on his chest. Dinesh kissed her head and played with her hair. She turned her face towards him and without speaking she kissed him. They kissed for a while and then slowly she came on top of him and his naked body. Dinesh never expected this from her. He must have given her a good fucking last night. She adjusted the blanket on them and they kissed again.
Dinesh was sucking her lips. She placed her boobs on his mouth and asked him to suck. Dinesh began sucking her milky globes. Aaaaaaaaaaaa…………..mmmmmmmuuuuuuuuu……….It was so warm and soft even at this age. Dinesh began licking her nipples then her armpits.
She began moaning, “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH……………..YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SON……I LOVE
THE WAY YOU GIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE A GOOD LICKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING..
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH…………YESS…..YESSS….YESS”
His cock was back to its glory. While kissing she held his lund(cock) in her hand and began jerking it up and down. It was rock hard for another session of fuck. Then she inserted it in her puddhi(pussy). Then she began to ride him….. wow…..
She was directing him, “GET UP AND FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE……………………..PUSH YOUR COCK IN NOWWWW…………AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH ……….UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WITH YOUR PULSING COCCCCKKKKKK !!! FUCK FUCK FUCK……………….FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…..
NOW SHOOT YOUR HOTTTTT SPERM DEEP INTO MY CLENCHIIIIIIIIIIING
PUSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!!!!!!I”
……….AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
……….UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….
PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WITH YOUR PULSING COCCCCKKKKKK !!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK……………….FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ….”
She closed her eyes and began to moan a bit louder and Dinesh kept on pushing in and out ……..she started to lift her ass on every stroke he gave her. And then……..they hugged tight and Dinesh began to shoot his sperm into her………..She felt the pulsating cock……………..Dinesh never knew his mom was so hot and could use such words in life.
Renu again gathered momentum and said, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
………LET US CUMMMMMM TOGETHER………………………………………..
RELEASE YOUR HOT SPERM DEEP INTO MY CLENCHING CUNT, CUNT, CUNT….
AAAAAAAUUUUUUUWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGG……”
Saying this she hugged him tight and kissed him with her eyes still closed and Dinesh knew he had succeeded in giving her orgasm of her life. They kissed and he could feel he was shooting load after load into her. He had never shot this way before and their bodies were shaking as they kissed and hugged each other tight. Dinesh emptied his balls into his mom, and their thighs were all wet with love juices from their fucking.
Wow !! What a tremendous fuck Dinesh had with his mom! That was out of this world experience. All should fuck their mom to feel what it is to life. He spent his sperm. Then Dinesh collapsed down from her and lay next to her. She also breathed heavy and turned her back towards him without cleaning. His sperms were still lodged in her cunt. Dinesh kissed her shoulder and hugged her from the back. He put his leg on her waist and they slept like lovers. Wow….every son should enjoy this with his own mom.
Next morning Dinesh woke up and found his mom was sleeping with her head on his chest. Dinesh kissed her head and played with her hair. She turned her face towards him and without speaking she kissed him. They kissed for a while and then slowly she came on top of him and his naked body. Dinesh never expected this from her. He must have given her a good fucking last night. She adjusted the blanket on them and they kissed again.
Dinesh was sucking her lips. She placed her boobs on his mouth and asked him to suck. Dinesh began sucking her milky globes. Aaaaaaaaaaaa…………..mmmmmmmuuuuuuuuu……….It was so warm and soft even at this age. Dinesh began licking her nipples then her armpits.
She began moaning, “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH……………..YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SON……I LOVE
THE WAY YOU GIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE A GOOD LICKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING..
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH…………YESS…..YESSS….YESS”
His cock was back to its glory. While kissing she held his lund(cock) in her hand and began jerking it up and down. It was rock hard for another session of fuck. Then she inserted it in her puddhi(pussy). Then she began to ride him….. wow…..
She was directing him, “GET UP AND FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE……………………..PUSH YOUR COCK IN NOWWWW…………AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH ……….UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WITH YOUR PULSING COCCCCKKKKKK !!! FUCK FUCK FUCK……………….FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…..
NOW SHOOT YOUR HOTTTTT SPERM DEEP INTO MY CLENCHIIIIIIIIIIING
PUSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!!!!!!I”
Renu: Good morning…….How is my boy.
Dinesh: I am fine Mom
Renu: I want to hug you.
Renu hugged him and her boobs were pressing on his cheeks. She was wearing two piece nighty with no underwear. Dinesh rested his face in her boobs.
Renu: You can press your face on my boobs if you like.
Dinesh nibbled his nose on her nipple.
Renu: Naughty boy.
Dinesh suckled her nipple from above the blouse making it wet with his saliva.
Renu: Oh god,
(Her hands were pressing his face in her boobs.)
While they were in high, Rama's video call came, Renu sent her son inside the bathroom before she answered the phone. Rama and Renu talked sometimes, but Rama was surprised to see her mom in the brother's bed. In some angle she had good glimpse of Dinesh standing at the toilet door fully naked. Rama's heart started to race and she was utter shock with surprise to see her brother standing naked while mom was in his room. Her legs were trembling and felt butterflies flying inside her stomach, also felt hitching between her legs. After 10 minutes long talks, they disconnected the phone.
Then Dinesh came out and hugged his mother Renu,
Dinesh: I am loving your body smell
Renu: I have just come from kitchen son.
Dinesh kissed her head. And pressed her boobs. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Renu: You naughty boy. Let me open my blouse button for you to suck my nipples
Dinesh licked her cleavage and the space between boobs. It tasted of her sweet sweat
Renu pulled his head up kissed him and tasted her sweat from his tongue……
Renu: Oh how sweet…I never thought my sweat will taste so sweet……..Uuuuummmmmmmmmmm
Dinesh: Its so sweet Mom.
Dinesh rubbed his tongue with her tongue.
Renu: Oohh dear I wished it went on always but you have to stop this.
### Rama's Awakening
Rama sat in her small dorm room in Bangalore, the coaching institute's fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead, the air conditioner humming a monotonous drone that did little to cut the stickiness of the evening. She had just finished a grueling mock exam for her CA finals, her notes scattered across the desk like fallen leaves, the sharp scent of instant noodles from her quick dinner still lingering in the air. Her phone vibrated on the bed, Renu's face lighting up the screen, and Rama smiled, swiping to answer, eager for the familiar comfort of her mother's voice amid the city's relentless chaos. "Amma," she said, settling back against the pillows, her legs tucked under her in a loose salwar kameez, the fabric soft against her skin from a long day of lectures. "How's Aaravalli? The rain still pouring?"
Renu's face filled the screen, her hair slightly tousled, the background a dimly lit room that Rama recognized as Dinesh's—the guest room posters of torque diagrams and bridge schematics faintly visible behind her, the oil lamp on the nightstand casting a warm, flickering glow that danced across her mother's features. "It's pouring, beta," Renu replied, her voice warm but edged with the fatigue Rama had noticed in recent calls, the probe's toll etching lines around her eyes. "The station was a madhouse today—another dead end with the crews, but Joseph's got a lead on a convoy. Tell me about your mocks. Did the balance sheets behave?"
Rama laughed, launching into her day, the camera angled low on her lap as she gestured with her free hand, the conversation flowing easy between mother and daughter—the usual mix of study woes and island updates, Renu's sari draped loose over her shoulders, the blue fabric catching the lamp's light in soft folds. Rama shifted on the bed, crossing her legs, the room's fan stirring the air with a lazy whir, when something in the frame caught her eye—a glimpse in the corner, beyond Renu's shoulder, the toilet door ajar just enough to reveal a figure standing there. Her heart stuttered, the words dying on her tongue as she leaned forward, squinting at the screen, the image sharpening in the low light: Dinesh, her brother, fully naked, his lean frame silhouetted against the bathroom tiles, his cock hanging heavy and semi-erect between his thighs, the curve of his hips and the dark trail of hair leading down unmistakable in the lamp's glow.
Rama's breath caught, a sharp intake that made her chest tighten, her phone nearly slipping from her hand as heat flooded her face, cheeks burning hot under the fan's breeze. "Amma... what—" she started, but the word lodged in her throat, her eyes locked on the screen, unable to tear away from the forbidden view—Dinesh's body, so familiar yet suddenly alien in its vulnerability, the muscles of his abdomen taut from college workouts, the way his cock twitched slightly as if aware of the gaze, the room's humidity making his skin glisten faintly. Rama's heart started to race, a wild thrum against her ribs that echoed in her ears louder than the rain she could hear pattering in the background of Renu's feed, each beat sending a jolt through her, her pulse pounding in her temples. She was in utter shock with surprise, her mind reeling—*Dinesh? Naked? In his room with Amma?*—the pieces not fitting, the innocence of the call shattering like glass underfoot.
Her legs trembled beneath her, the muscles quivering as if the floor had dropped away, a sudden weakness making her shift on the bed, her thighs pressing together instinctively. Butterflies flew inside her stomach, a fluttering chaos that twisted low in her belly, warm and insistent, the sensation spreading like spilled ink, pooling between her legs where an unexpected itch bloomed, a tingling heat that made her squirm, her salwar's fabric suddenly too tight against the dampness gathering there. Rama's breath came shallow, her free hand clutching the sheet, fingers twisting the cotton as she tried to process—Amma in Dinesh's room, the bed rumpled behind her, the air charged with something unspoken, the naked glimpse of her brother standing there, unashamed, his cock a bold outline that stirred memories of stolen peeks in the bathroom years ago, innocent then but charged now with a forbidden thrill that made her nipples harden against her kameez, a flush creeping down her neck.
Renu continued talking, oblivious, her voice a distant hum about Fathima's maps and Joseph's patrols, the screen steady on her face, but Rama's focus fractured, her eyes darting back to the corner where Dinesh lingered, his hand absently scratching his thigh, the movement casual yet intimate, the rain's patter masking any sound from his end. Rama's mind spun—*Why is he naked? Why is Amma there?*—shock mingling with a curiosity that bordered on hunger, the butterflies turning to a low ache, her legs trembling harder as she uncrossed them, the friction sending a spark that made her bite her lip, the itch between her legs growing insistent, wet and warm, her body betraying her with a flush of arousal she couldn't name, the video call's casualness clashing with the erotic tableau unfolding in pixels. She wanted to ask, to blurt out the question burning her tongue, but the words stuck, her heart racing faster, the surprise rooting her in place, a secret thrill coiling tight in her core as the conversation dragged on, Renu's laugh at some joke about Kabir's driving pulling Rama back just enough to nod, her voice shaky when she replied, "Y-yeah, Amma, sounds tough."
The talk stretched to ten minutes, Rama's responses clipped, her gaze flicking to the door where Dinesh stood, his naked form a silent taunt, the rain's roar outside her window mirroring the storm in her chest, legs still trembling, the butterflies a whirlwind that left her breathless, the itching a persistent throb that made her shift again, her thighs clenching against the damp heat building there. When Renu finally said goodbye, the screen going dark with a wave and a promise to call soon, Rama dropped the phone, her body slumping back against the pillows, breath coming in gasps, the room spinning slightly as she pressed a hand to her stomach, the shock lingering like an aftertaste, surprise twisting into something darker, hotter, the glimpse of her brother's naked body burned into her mind, her legs parting slightly under the sheet, fingers hovering at the waistband of her salwar, the ache between them demanding attention in the sudden silence.
Rama lay there, the fan's whir the only sound, her heart slowing but the fluttering not fading, the image replaying—Dinesh's cock, thick and unashamed, Amma's room behind him, the oil lamp's glow suggesting intimacy she couldn't unsee. Her hand slipped lower, tentative at first, fingers brushing the fabric where the itch pulsed, a soft gasp escaping as she touched the wetness, the shock giving way to curiosity, then to a forbidden curiosity, her mind whirling with questions—*What were they doing? Why was he naked?*—the butterflies turning to a low burn, her legs trembling anew as she explored the heat, the video call's end leaving her alone with the revelation, Rama's body responding in ways that scared and thrilled her, the night stretching long in Bangalore's humid dark.
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That was really HotChapter 4A: RENU AND DINESH'S 2ND NIGHT;
At 8 pm Renu returned to the house. Dinesh made dinner for both. They ate together. Later they both sat in the living room.
Renu: Thank you so much son for everything, I’m so happy.
Dinesh: It’s ok mom, it’s my duty to make u happy.
Renu: Actually it’s your father’s duty, and you are doing it as we missing him.
Dinesh: No mom, I’m doing all this for you. I have made this my responsibility.
Renu: Ooohh…..you are so good.
And she kissed his left cheek. Dinesh pointed to his right cheek with his finger and she smiled and kissed it. Later Dinesh pointed to his forehead and she kissed it too with a smile. Then boldly Dinesh pointed to his lips….
Renu: You naughty boy….
Dinesh: Please mom…..give me here…..I want it….Dont say no.
Renu: You really want ?? I think it’s too much !
(Renu was constantly smiling at him)
Dinesh: Ya mom, I really want……I want to feel your lips on my lips……It’s your love….
She smiled, closed her eyes and slowly she brought her lips to his lips and kissed them smoothly. She just gave a soft kiss, and Dinesh held her face with both his hands and kissed her lips a little deeper. She broke it and was breathing fast. They looked into each other’s eyes and still holding her face Dinesh said….
Dinesh: Mom, that was the best kiss of my life. I want to sleep with you. I really want you mom, I’m the man of the house and you are the woman, so…we should have union.
Dinesh saw Renu’s face was full with surprise. She was breathing really hard. Dinesh held her tight and before she could say anything he put his finger on her lips and said……
Dinesh: We are alone tonight mom, and we can make love tonight without any fear…..No one will know, and this will make our love stronger…..Pplease mom….
She was just quiet and put her face on his chest…..looking at this Dinesh knew he was very close to fuck her tonight.
She came towards him…..and they hugged tight and they kissed for few minutes. Dinesh held her face and kissed her forehead. Dinesh began to unbutton his shirt…she looked at him and Dinesh gave her a smile…..she put her face on his chest as he threw his shirt on the floor. Dinesh held her face up and they kissed again but now more as lovers than as mom-son….. While kissing Dinesh put his hand at her back and pulled down her dress zip. She was really shivering and her face was on his chest while hugging him tight. She was feeling shy to remove her dress before him. Dinesh pulled down her dress to her legs and she put it aside with her legs.
Dinesh opened her hair that she put up with hair pins. Dinesh kissed her on her lips. He would kiss her each time he removed her clip. One by one the pins he took off and just put them on the box nearby. Till then Dinesh had kissed her 6 times. She looked even more beautiful with her free flowing hair.
Dinesh: Wow..mom, you look so sweet in this way.
She just smiled and put her head again on his chest. Dinesh hugged her for a moment and then unhooked her bra, she looked at him and Dinesh kissed her lips. She held the bra with her hands not letting it go as if trying to cover her nudity…….Dinesh held her hand……..
Dinesh: Mom, let it go and throw it down, please mom….
Then Dinesh kissed her lips deeply and she took off her bra and just put it on the floor revealing her round shaped little shaggy breasts. Her nipples were erect due to the excitement. She had managed to keep her breasts in shape even in that age. Dinesh was tempted to suck it.
Dinesh: Mom, your breast are so nice….
Renu: They are small..
Dinesh: Hmmmmmmmm…..ya….but they are so nice and I like them because they are my mom’s breast….The breasts I suckled when I was a baby.
Dinesh rubbed her breast as they kissed and then Dinesh took off his pants and a short that he always wore under his pants and threw them on the floor. Dinesh took her hand and put it on his lund……she tried to withdraw but Dinesh held it there and he rubbed her hand on his lund(cock). She just moaned slowly…….. As she rubbed, the sweet sound of her bangles really made him more hard and horny. Then she took off her ear rings and put them on that box aside. Dinesh stopped her from taking off anything further. He wanted to fuck her in her jewelries and bangles, his object of lust.
Dinesh: Mom, I’m going to take off your shalwar now…..
Renu: Nnooo……
Dinesh: it’s ok mom…. I’m your son, not a outsider…..let me take it off……mom, I am sorry if I use any dirty words on you…….I want to say that…. I want to fuck you tonight.
Renu: Ooohhh…..son…..
They kissed deeply and at the same time Dinesh pulled open her shalwar chord and her shalwar dropped down. She took it off with her leg and put it aside. She was standing before him in just her pink panties which was having wet patch on her crotch. They kissed again and then Dinesh brought her to the bed….It’s the same bed where his father used to fuck her before and now Dinesh was going to take his father place fucking her under the same oil lamp light. Dinesh rubbed her pussy from above the panty. It was little fluffy due to hairs. She jerked her body when Dinesh touched her pussy area. She removed his hand from her pussy and kissed him. Dinesh licked his fingers which had rubbed her pussy. She felt shame on his action and hid her face in her palm.
They lay down and she covered their bodies with the blanket. They kissed for some time and then Dinesh pulled down his underwear and threw it down the bed. Dinesh brought her hand to his lund(cock) and made her to hold it and he held her hand tight on his lund so she won’t let it go. Dinesh began to shake it slowly and they kissed. Her heart was beating at double the speed. He could hear it from distance. Then Dinesh let her hand go and she was still shaking his lund up and down slowly. The sounds of her bangles really reminded him of her fucking with his father. Dinesh was happy to note that now onwards the bangles’ sound was for him.
Dinesh put his hand on her panty and he was happy to know that her panty was already so wet. When he wanted to pull her panty down, she stopped him and looked at him….. Dinesh just kissed her slowly…….Then he rubbed her pussy area making her more hot.
Dinesh: Please mom, let it go….or you take it off yourself so that we can make love and have union…please….
Then as they kissed, she herself took off her panty and threw it down the bed. So, it was time now for Dinesh to do his part….to fuck her and make her cum. Dinesh went on top of her, and she adjusted the blanket so that it would cover their naked bodies that were ready for union.
She opened her legs and Dinesh held his lund(cock) and brought it close to her pussy. He put it at the entrance and then they hugged and kissed. While kissing Dinesh pushed his lund into her pussy and it went smoothly into her as her pussy was so wet and warm. After all of his lund got into her, Dinesh looked at her and smiled and kissed her. Then he began to push in and out of her slowly. She also started pushing from below. Dinesh was jerking his body furiously.
This being his first fuck with his mom it was really important for Dinesh, because he must really fuck her from his heart and satisfy her. If he really made her cum and brought about her orgasm, he would have really done his part and then later she would come to him herself to be fucked. Dinesh pushed in and out and later both of them were in a rhythm fucking each other. The room was silent with only their breathing being audible.
Thap thap thap thap thap thap thap thap thap thap.
They could hear their bodies hitting each other. His cock went deep in her hole and her warm hole was enveloping his cock. It was out of this world experience. Dinesh was sucking her boobs and pushing his cock deeper. She began to moan slowly and Dinesh was happy for that……their fucking juices were flowing down as they fucked. Every time she moved her hands, her bangles made sweet sounds and that made him push harder. She was moaning loudly. Thankfully no one was home or they would have got suspicious.
Renu was calling Dinesh's name and saying, “Fucccckkkkkkkkkk meeeee son……
fuck meeeeeee with your huge pulsing dick………..pump meeeeeee HARDEEEERRRR…
I need your big cockkkkkkkkkkkkkuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnngggggGGGHHHHhhhhhhh…..
FUCK….FUCK…..FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK…….PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEE SOME MORE
……………..DONT STOPPPPPPPPPPPP……………………….SOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD SON…..YESSSS….
FUCK HARDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR…………..FASTEEEERRRRR…
SOME MORE………..AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
…………..YESSSSSSSSSSS……………….LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU SON……..
CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW !!!!!!!
Love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu MOTHER-FUCKER SON !!”
Dinesh had fucked few prostitutes before but this was really different…..he never felt so wonderful before this all his life! He was copulating with the same hole that brought him into this world. The person who was his cradle in the start of this life. Dinesh began to fuck her a bit faster and there was sound, ……chaap…chaap…chaap…chaap…. as they continued fucking and the bed was making a bit of noise, with her bangles sounds…The same bangle sound which used to keep him awake for past so many days……..wow…what a fuck ! Dinesh saw her eyes through the lamp light and he knew she was really enjoying this mom and son union.
Dinesh was also at the climax and he really started to moan…It was not long that she also went into another orbit saying, “.PUSH YOUR COCK IN NOWWWW
……….AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
……….UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….
PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WITH YOUR PULSING COCCCCKKKKKK !!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK……………….FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ….”
She closed her eyes and began to moan a bit louder and Dinesh kept on pushing in and out ……..she started to lift her ass on every stroke he gave her. And then……..they hugged tight and Dinesh began to shoot his sperm into her………..She felt the pulsating cock……………..Dinesh never knew his mom was so hot and could use such words in life.
Renu again gathered momentum and said, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
………LET US CUMMMMMM TOGETHER………………………………………..
RELEASE YOUR HOT SPERM DEEP INTO MY CLENCHING CUNT, CUNT, CUNT….
AAAAAAAUUUUUUUWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGG……”
Saying this she hugged him tight and kissed him with her eyes still closed and Dinesh knew he had succeeded in giving her orgasm of her life. They kissed and he could feel he was shooting load after load into her. He had never shot this way before and their bodies were shaking as they kissed and hugged each other tight. Dinesh emptied his balls into his mom, and their thighs were all wet with love juices from their fucking.
Wow !! What a tremendous fuck Dinesh had with his mom! That was out of this world experience. All should fuck their mom to feel what it is to life. He spent his sperm. Then Dinesh collapsed down from her and lay next to her. She also breathed heavy and turned her back towards him without cleaning. His sperms were still lodged in her cunt. Dinesh kissed her shoulder and hugged her from the back. He put his leg on her waist and they slept like lovers. Wow….every son should enjoy this with his own mom.
Next morning Dinesh woke up and found his mom was sleeping with her head on his chest. Dinesh kissed her head and played with her hair. She turned her face towards him and without speaking she kissed him. They kissed for a while and then slowly she came on top of him and his naked body. Dinesh never expected this from her. He must have given her a good fucking last night. She adjusted the blanket on them and they kissed again.
Dinesh was sucking her lips. She placed her boobs on his mouth and asked him to suck. Dinesh began sucking her milky globes. Aaaaaaaaaaaa…………..mmmmmmmuuuuuuuuu……….It was so warm and soft even at this age. Dinesh began licking her nipples then her armpits.
She began moaning, “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH……………..YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SON……I LOVE
THE WAY YOU GIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE A GOOD LICKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING..
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH…………YESS…..YESSS….YESS”
His cock was back to its glory. While kissing she held his lund(cock) in her hand and began jerking it up and down. It was rock hard for another session of fuck. Then she inserted it in her puddhi(pussy). Then she began to ride him….. wow…..
She was directing him, “GET UP AND FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE……………………..PUSH YOUR COCK IN NOWWWW…………AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH ……….UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WITH YOUR PULSING COCCCCKKKKKK !!! FUCK FUCK FUCK……………….FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…..
NOW SHOOT YOUR HOTTTTT SPERM DEEP INTO MY CLENCHIIIIIIIIIIING
PUSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!!!!!!I”
……….AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
……….UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….
PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WITH YOUR PULSING COCCCCKKKKKK !!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK……………….FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ….”
She closed her eyes and began to moan a bit louder and Dinesh kept on pushing in and out ……..she started to lift her ass on every stroke he gave her. And then……..they hugged tight and Dinesh began to shoot his sperm into her………..She felt the pulsating cock……………..Dinesh never knew his mom was so hot and could use such words in life.
Renu again gathered momentum and said, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
………LET US CUMMMMMM TOGETHER………………………………………..
RELEASE YOUR HOT SPERM DEEP INTO MY CLENCHING CUNT, CUNT, CUNT….
AAAAAAAUUUUUUUWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGG……”
Saying this she hugged him tight and kissed him with her eyes still closed and Dinesh knew he had succeeded in giving her orgasm of her life. They kissed and he could feel he was shooting load after load into her. He had never shot this way before and their bodies were shaking as they kissed and hugged each other tight. Dinesh emptied his balls into his mom, and their thighs were all wet with love juices from their fucking.
Wow !! What a tremendous fuck Dinesh had with his mom! That was out of this world experience. All should fuck their mom to feel what it is to life. He spent his sperm. Then Dinesh collapsed down from her and lay next to her. She also breathed heavy and turned her back towards him without cleaning. His sperms were still lodged in her cunt. Dinesh kissed her shoulder and hugged her from the back. He put his leg on her waist and they slept like lovers. Wow….every son should enjoy this with his own mom.
Next morning Dinesh woke up and found his mom was sleeping with her head on his chest. Dinesh kissed her head and played with her hair. She turned her face towards him and without speaking she kissed him. They kissed for a while and then slowly she came on top of him and his naked body. Dinesh never expected this from her. He must have given her a good fucking last night. She adjusted the blanket on them and they kissed again.
Dinesh was sucking her lips. She placed her boobs on his mouth and asked him to suck. Dinesh began sucking her milky globes. Aaaaaaaaaaaa…………..mmmmmmmuuuuuuuuu……….It was so warm and soft even at this age. Dinesh began licking her nipples then her armpits.
She began moaning, “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH……………..YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SON……I LOVE
THE WAY YOU GIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE A GOOD LICKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING..
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH…………YESS…..YESSS….YESS”
His cock was back to its glory. While kissing she held his lund(cock) in her hand and began jerking it up and down. It was rock hard for another session of fuck. Then she inserted it in her puddhi(pussy). Then she began to ride him….. wow…..
She was directing him, “GET UP AND FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE……………………..PUSH YOUR COCK IN NOWWWW…………AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH ……….UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….PUMP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WITH YOUR PULSING COCCCCKKKKKK !!! FUCK FUCK FUCK……………….FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…..
NOW SHOOT YOUR HOTTTTT SPERM DEEP INTO MY CLENCHIIIIIIIIIIING
PUSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!!!!!!I”
Renu: Good morning…….How is my boy.
Dinesh: I am fine Mom
Renu: I want to hug you.
Renu hugged him and her boobs were pressing on his cheeks. She was wearing two piece nighty with no underwear. Dinesh rested his face in her boobs.
Renu: You can press your face on my boobs if you like.
Dinesh nibbled his nose on her nipple.
Renu: Naughty boy.
Dinesh suckled her nipple from above the blouse making it wet with his saliva.
Renu: Oh god,
(Her hands were pressing his face in her boobs.)
While they were in high, Rama's video call came, Renu sent her son inside the bathroom before she answered the phone. Rama and Renu talked sometimes, but Rama was surprised to see her mom in the brother's bed. In some angle she had good glimpse of Dinesh standing at the toilet door fully naked. Rama's heart started to race and she was utter shock with surprise to see her brother standing naked while mom was in his room. Her legs were trembling and felt butterflies flying inside her stomach, also felt hitching between her legs. After 10 minutes long talks, they disconnected the phone.
Then Dinesh came out and hugged his mother Renu,
Dinesh: I am loving your body smell
Renu: I have just come from kitchen son.
Dinesh kissed her head. And pressed her boobs. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Renu: You naughty boy. Let me open my blouse button for you to suck my nipples
Dinesh licked her cleavage and the space between boobs. It tasted of her sweet sweat
Renu pulled his head up kissed him and tasted her sweat from his tongue……
Renu: Oh how sweet…I never thought my sweat will taste so sweet……..Uuuuummmmmmmmmmm
Dinesh: Its so sweet Mom.
Dinesh rubbed his tongue with her tongue.
Renu: Oohh dear I wished it went on always but you have to stop this.
### Rama's Awakening
Rama sat in her small dorm room in Bangalore, the coaching institute's fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead, the air conditioner humming a monotonous drone that did little to cut the stickiness of the evening. She had just finished a grueling mock exam for her CA finals, her notes scattered across the desk like fallen leaves, the sharp scent of instant noodles from her quick dinner still lingering in the air. Her phone vibrated on the bed, Renu's face lighting up the screen, and Rama smiled, swiping to answer, eager for the familiar comfort of her mother's voice amid the city's relentless chaos. "Amma," she said, settling back against the pillows, her legs tucked under her in a loose salwar kameez, the fabric soft against her skin from a long day of lectures. "How's Aaravalli? The rain still pouring?"
Renu's face filled the screen, her hair slightly tousled, the background a dimly lit room that Rama recognized as Dinesh's—the guest room posters of torque diagrams and bridge schematics faintly visible behind her, the oil lamp on the nightstand casting a warm, flickering glow that danced across her mother's features. "It's pouring, beta," Renu replied, her voice warm but edged with the fatigue Rama had noticed in recent calls, the probe's toll etching lines around her eyes. "The station was a madhouse today—another dead end with the crews, but Joseph's got a lead on a convoy. Tell me about your mocks. Did the balance sheets behave?"
Rama laughed, launching into her day, the camera angled low on her lap as she gestured with her free hand, the conversation flowing easy between mother and daughter—the usual mix of study woes and island updates, Renu's sari draped loose over her shoulders, the blue fabric catching the lamp's light in soft folds. Rama shifted on the bed, crossing her legs, the room's fan stirring the air with a lazy whir, when something in the frame caught her eye—a glimpse in the corner, beyond Renu's shoulder, the toilet door ajar just enough to reveal a figure standing there. Her heart stuttered, the words dying on her tongue as she leaned forward, squinting at the screen, the image sharpening in the low light: Dinesh, her brother, fully naked, his lean frame silhouetted against the bathroom tiles, his cock hanging heavy and semi-erect between his thighs, the curve of his hips and the dark trail of hair leading down unmistakable in the lamp's glow.
Rama's breath caught, a sharp intake that made her chest tighten, her phone nearly slipping from her hand as heat flooded her face, cheeks burning hot under the fan's breeze. "Amma... what—" she started, but the word lodged in her throat, her eyes locked on the screen, unable to tear away from the forbidden view—Dinesh's body, so familiar yet suddenly alien in its vulnerability, the muscles of his abdomen taut from college workouts, the way his cock twitched slightly as if aware of the gaze, the room's humidity making his skin glisten faintly. Rama's heart started to race, a wild thrum against her ribs that echoed in her ears louder than the rain she could hear pattering in the background of Renu's feed, each beat sending a jolt through her, her pulse pounding in her temples. She was in utter shock with surprise, her mind reeling—*Dinesh? Naked? In his room with Amma?*—the pieces not fitting, the innocence of the call shattering like glass underfoot.
Her legs trembled beneath her, the muscles quivering as if the floor had dropped away, a sudden weakness making her shift on the bed, her thighs pressing together instinctively. Butterflies flew inside her stomach, a fluttering chaos that twisted low in her belly, warm and insistent, the sensation spreading like spilled ink, pooling between her legs where an unexpected itch bloomed, a tingling heat that made her squirm, her salwar's fabric suddenly too tight against the dampness gathering there. Rama's breath came shallow, her free hand clutching the sheet, fingers twisting the cotton as she tried to process—Amma in Dinesh's room, the bed rumpled behind her, the air charged with something unspoken, the naked glimpse of her brother standing there, unashamed, his cock a bold outline that stirred memories of stolen peeks in the bathroom years ago, innocent then but charged now with a forbidden thrill that made her nipples harden against her kameez, a flush creeping down her neck.
Renu continued talking, oblivious, her voice a distant hum about Fathima's maps and Joseph's patrols, the screen steady on her face, but Rama's focus fractured, her eyes darting back to the corner where Dinesh lingered, his hand absently scratching his thigh, the movement casual yet intimate, the rain's patter masking any sound from his end. Rama's mind spun—*Why is he naked? Why is Amma there?*—shock mingling with a curiosity that bordered on hunger, the butterflies turning to a low ache, her legs trembling harder as she uncrossed them, the friction sending a spark that made her bite her lip, the itch between her legs growing insistent, wet and warm, her body betraying her with a flush of arousal she couldn't name, the video call's casualness clashing with the erotic tableau unfolding in pixels. She wanted to ask, to blurt out the question burning her tongue, but the words stuck, her heart racing faster, the surprise rooting her in place, a secret thrill coiling tight in her core as the conversation dragged on, Renu's laugh at some joke about Kabir's driving pulling Rama back just enough to nod, her voice shaky when she replied, "Y-yeah, Amma, sounds tough."
The talk stretched to ten minutes, Rama's responses clipped, her gaze flicking to the door where Dinesh stood, his naked form a silent taunt, the rain's roar outside her window mirroring the storm in her chest, legs still trembling, the butterflies a whirlwind that left her breathless, the itching a persistent throb that made her shift again, her thighs clenching against the damp heat building there. When Renu finally said goodbye, the screen going dark with a wave and a promise to call soon, Rama dropped the phone, her body slumping back against the pillows, breath coming in gasps, the room spinning slightly as she pressed a hand to her stomach, the shock lingering like an aftertaste, surprise twisting into something darker, hotter, the glimpse of her brother's naked body burned into her mind, her legs parting slightly under the sheet, fingers hovering at the waistband of her salwar, the ache between them demanding attention in the sudden silence.
Rama lay there, the fan's whir the only sound, her heart slowing but the fluttering not fading, the image replaying—Dinesh's cock, thick and unashamed, Amma's room behind him, the oil lamp's glow suggesting intimacy she couldn't unsee. Her hand slipped lower, tentative at first, fingers brushing the fabric where the itch pulsed, a soft gasp escaping as she touched the wetness, the shock giving way to curiosity, then to a forbidden curiosity, her mind whirling with questions—*What were they doing? Why was he naked?*—the butterflies turning to a low burn, her legs trembling anew as she explored the heat, the video call's end leaving her alone with the revelation, Rama's body responding in ways that scared and thrilled her, the night stretching long in Bangalore's humid dark.
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