Chapter : 3
Chapter 3
Bulbul see in mirror and thought he is good and sex but don't satsfiy me fully
Other side Gaurav saw another mirror and see her dick small 4 inch it is good for his age but he know he don't satsfiy her mother
Bulbul saw him doing masterbute chanting her name
She watched the scene playing out in front of her, frozen in a mix of disbelief and... something else. Bulbal's eyes widened as she took in the sight of her son, grown up but still so young, lost in the act of pleasuring himself and... was that her name on his lips?
Her knees buckled slightly beneath her, and she felt a strange mix of emotions churning in her stomach. Shock, confusion, and something deep and primal stirring within her
"Gaurav...?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but even that small sound was enough to cause him to freeze, his eyes snapping over to her.
There was a moment of stunned silence as both of them just stood there, frozen in place like startled deer caught in a hunter's sights.
"No, I know, I know," Gaurav said hurriedly, still trying to cover himself with his hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd come in... I... uh..." He trailed off, his eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape route.
Bulbal took a step forward, taking in her son's flustered state. There was a part of her - a part she wished would shut up - that couldn't help but to notice how... mature... his body had become. She shook her head, pushing those thoughts aside as quickly as they'd come.
"It's... it's okay," she said softly, her voice gentler now. "I'm not... mad, or anything."
"No," Bulbal replied softly, taking another step closer. "Not mad. Surprised, maybe, but not mad." She paused for a moment, her eyes studying him closely. "How long... how long have you been...?"
When I see you fuck by my friend Harish by his little 2 inch dick Gaurav said
Bulbal smirked at that, unable to resist a bit of teasing. "Is that so? Seems like someone's been watching more than they should've," she said lightly, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Gaurav's face turned even redder, and he looked away, clearly embarrassed. "I didn't... I mean, I wasn't... I was just..." he stammered, clearly trying to come up with an excuse.
Bulbal couldn't help but find the whole situation amusing. She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow at him. "Just what?" she asked, her tone teasingly.
"Curious?" Bulbul finished for him, her voice a smooth purr. She stepped closer—barefoot, confident—and slowly leaned one shoulder against the edge of his bedroom mirror. Her reflection stared back: flawless skin, dark eyes lined with kohl, lips painted red as sin.
She didn't flinch from it. From *her*. The woman in the glass was unapologetic—a goddess made flesh.
And she liked what she saw.
"You know," she said softly, tilting her head toward him without turning fully around, "Harish may have only two inches... but he *uses* them well." A slow smirk curled at her lips. "Worships every curve of me like I'm a temple."
Gaurav's breath caught. He should've looked away. Turned off the lights. Pretended none of this was happening.
But he couldn't move.
Not when she reached up slowly and unclasped her top with one hand, letting it slide from one shoulder—barely—but enough to make his pulse hammer in his throat.
"You've seen me with other men," she said coolly, finally turning her head to meet his gaze through the mirror's reflection. Her eyes locked onto his—dark, knowing, *daring.* "Did you like watching me scream? Did it make you hard… thinking those were your hands on me instead?"
His mouth went dry.
"I-I didn't—I wasn't…" he stammered, but she cut him off with a sharp laugh that sent shivers down his spine.
"You *were*," she whispered. "You came in here every night after school and replayed what you saw… didn't you?" She took another step forward until only inches separated them—and still spoke through the glass between their reflections as if they were talking across dimensions. "Even now… I can smell how turned on you are."
Gaurav froze under her words—the truth too raw to deny anymore.
She smiled then—not cruelly—but almost tenderly—and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before reaching out suddenly toward him... not for sex…
But guidance.
"Come here," Bulbul murmured—her voice velvet over steel—as she gently took hold of Gaurav's wrist and pulled it downward toward himself where desire stood fully evident despite shame wrestling beneath skin:
"Let me show how real women want to be touched..."
And slowly—as if surrendering not just body but soul—
He let go... while behind them...
The hidden camera blinked once more…
Still recording...
Still learning...
Waiting for its next chapter.
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*End Chapter Three.*