The knock came early—too early.
Aryan froze mid-thrust, buried deep inside Priya on the kitchen floor. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, saree bunched at her hips, pussy clenching around him as she neared another orgasm. The scent of fresh chai mingled with their sex—sweat, jasmine, cum from the two loads he'd already pumped into her this morning.
Priya's eyes widened. "That's... Rohan," she whispered, voice breathy. "He's back from hostel a day early."
Aryan pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with her juices, throbbing at the interruption. Priya stood quickly, smoothing her saree, wiping a trickle of cum from her thigh with a mischievous smile. "Hide in the pantry. Quick."
He ducked into the small storage space just as she opened the door.
"Rohan beta!" Priya's voice was bright, motherly—nothing like the husky moans from minutes ago. "You came home early! Welcome back."
"Yeah, lectures got canceled," Rohan said, dropping his bag. Aryan peeked through the crack—his childhood friend looking tired but happy. "Missed home food. And you, Ma."
Priya hugged him, her body still flushed, nipples hard against her blouse. Aryan watched, cock twitching at the sight—his cum inside her while she embraced her son.
They moved to the living room. Rohan flopped on the couch, turning on the TV. Priya brought him chai and breakfast, bending over in a way that gave Aryan a perfect view of her ass—still red from his spanks.
As Rohan ate, Priya slipped into the kitchen, pulling Aryan out quietly. Her hand went straight to his cock, stroking firmly. "We can't stop," she murmured against his ear, tongue flicking the lobe. "I need your morning load before he notices."
She sank to her knees behind the counter—out of Rohan's direct view but dangerously close. Her mouth engulfed him in one motion, hot and wet, sucking greedily as if starving. Aryan gripped the counter, biting back groans as she deepthroated him, throat working around his length.
The TV volume masked the wet slurps. Priya's eyes locked on his, full of wicked thrill. "Cum in my mouth fast," she mouthed around him, hand pumping the base.
He did—thick spurts flooding her throat. She swallowed every drop, licking him clean before standing, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
"Mom, more chai?" Rohan called.
"Coming, beta!" Priya replied sweetly, pouring a cup while Aryan slipped back into hiding, heart pounding.
The morning continued like that—stolen moments. Priya sending Rohan to shower, then bending over the table for a quick doggy fuck, muffling her screams in a dish towel as Aryan railed her from behind, filling her pussy again.
When Rohan watched TV, she sat beside him innocently—while Aryan's hand sneaked under her saree from the pantry door, fingers pumping her soaked hole until she came silently, biting her lip.
The closest call came at breakfast cleanup. Priya washed dishes, Aryan behind her, cock sliding into her from under the saree. Slow, deep thrusts as Rohan scrolled his phone at the table.
"Mom, you okay? You're breathing heavy."
"Just the heat, beta," Priya gasped, clenching around Aryan as he came inside her once more, hot seed mixing with the previous loads.
Rohan left for college eventually, oblivious.
The door clicked shut.
Priya turned to Aryan, eyes blazing. "That was too close... but god, it made me cum so hard."
She pushed him against the wall, kissing fiercely. "Fuck me properly now. All day. I don't care if he comes back early again."
Aryan lifted her, legs wrapping his waist as he carried her to the bedroom—Rohan's room empty, but the risk lingering like spice in the air.
Their addiction had reached new heights.
And it was only getting more dangerous.