I was sprawled on the couch, controller in hand, lost in the world of my latest video game conquest when I heard the front door creak open. "Viraj, are you home?" My mother's voice echoed through the hallway, a mix of concern and irritation woven into her tone."In here, Mom," I called out, not taking my eyes off the screen. The sound of her footsteps approached, and soon she stood in the doorway of the living room, her hands on her hips. Charley was a vision even in her simple house dress, her hair pulled back into a loose bun, strands framing her face."Viraj, how many times have I told you not to leave your dirty dishes in the sink? Your father will be home any minute, and I don’t want him upset." Her voice was stern, but there was a softness in her eyes that always made me feel like a child again.I paused my game and turned to face her, a sheepish grin tugging at my lips. "Sorry, Mom. I got caught up in this new game. I’ll clean up right away."She sighed, shaking her head as she walked over to collect my abandoned plate and glass. As she leaned down to pick them up, her scent—a mix of lavender and something uniquely her—filled my senses. It was intoxicating, stirring something deep within me that I had been trying to suppress for months.Our eyes met, and for a moment, the air between us charged with an unspoken tension. I could see a flicker of confusion in her gaze before she straightened up, breaking the spell. "Make sure you do, Viraj. And maybe spend some time outside today? You need fresh air."As she turned to leave, I couldn’t help but admire the gentle sway of her hips. The forbidden thoughts that had been tormenting me lately resurfaced, more insistent than ever. I knew it was wrong, that she was my mother and my father’s wife, but the desire was overwhelming.Later that evening, after dinner, I found myself alone with her in the kitchen. Dad had stepped out to meet a friend, leaving us in a rare moment of solitude. She was washing dishes, her back to me, and I took a deep breath, gathering my courage."Mom, can I talk to you about something?" My voice was barely above a whisper, but she heard me.She turned, drying her hands on a towel. "Of course, Viraj. What is it?"I hesitated, the words stuck in my throat. How could I possibly tell her what I was feeling? Instead, I shook my head. "Never mind, it’s nothing important."Her expression softened, and she walked over to me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"The warmth of her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I nodded, unable to speak. She smiled, mistaking my silence for agreement, and returned to her chores.As I watched her, the guilt gnawed at me, but so did the desire. I knew I had to find a way to stop these feelings, to protect our family from the chaos they could unleash. But as I stood there, the reality of my situation became painfully clear: I was already too deep in the throes of forbidden lust.

Viraj was playing video games when his mother entered the room. She asked him to clean up his dishes and suggested he spend time outside. Later that evening, they were in the kitchen together, and Viraj wanted to talk about something but hesitated. His mother assured him he could tell her anything and even placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. However, he remained silent, and she returned to her chores, unaware of his feelings towards her.

I was sprawled on the couch, controller in hand, lost in the world of my latest video game conquest when I heard the front door creak open. "Viraj, are you home?" My mother's voice echoed through the hallway, a mix of concern and irritation woven into her tone.

"In here, Mom," I called out, not taking my eyes off the screen. The sound of her footsteps approached, and soon she stood in the doorway of the living room, her hands on her hips. Charley was a vision even in her simple house dress, her hair pulled back into a loose bun, strands framing her face.

"Viraj, how many times have I told you not to leave your dirty dishes in the sink? Your father will be home any minute, and I don’t want him upset." Her voice was stern, but there was a softness in her eyes that always made me feel like a child again.

I paused my game and turned to face her, a sheepish grin tugging at my lips. "Sorry, Mom. I got caught up in this new game. I’ll clean up right away."

She sighed, shaking her head as she walked over to collect my abandoned plate and glass. As she leaned down to pick them up, her scent—a mix of lavender and something uniquely her—filled my senses. It was intoxicating, stirring something deep within me that I had been trying to suppress for months.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, the air between us charged with an unspoken tension. I could see a flicker of confusion in her gaze before she straightened up, breaking the spell. "Make sure you do, Viraj. And maybe spend some time outside today? You need fresh air."

As she turned to leave, I couldn’t help but admire the gentle sway of her hips. The forbidden thoughts that had been tormenting me lately resurfaced, more insistent than ever. I knew it was wrong, that she was my mother and my father’s wife, but the desire was overwhelming.

Later that evening, after dinner, I found myself alone with her in the kitchen. Dad had stepped out to meet a friend, leaving us in a rare moment of solitude. She was washing dishes, her back to me, and I took a deep breath, gathering my courage.

"Mom, can I talk to you about something?" My voice was barely above a whisper, but she heard me.

She turned, drying her hands on a towel. "Of course, Viraj. What is it?"

I hesitated, the words stuck in my throat. How could I possibly tell her what I was feeling? Instead, I shook my head. "Never mind, it’s nothing important."

Her expression softened, and she walked over to me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

The warmth of her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I nodded, unable to speak. She smiled, mistaking my silence for agreement, and returned to her chores.

As I watched her, the guilt gnawed at me, but so did the desire. I knew I had to find a way to stop these feelings, to protect our family from the chaos they could unleash. But as I stood there, the reality of my situation became painfully clear: I was already too deep in the throes of forbidden lust.

Mother and son illicit affair under his father nose


Mother and Son's Sneaky Affair

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