Riya stepped off the crowded bus onto the dusty roadway, relieved to get away from the bustle of the bus ride and the market stalls.
She was tired but she was also quietly excited and full of anticipation for the return this evening of Varun, her husband, after two months working away in Dubai on an engineering project. He was well known in the field. He spent many months away at various projects, mostly in the Middle East but also as far away as Australia, and even sometimes home in India.
She felt the breeze around her legs, playing with the hem and folds of her sari and felt just a little naughty. She went out after breakfast to the markets without her panties, wanting to feel the anticipation of Varun’s return. She felt the hands and fingers touching her in the bus, supposedly accidental but she knew it was no accident.
The being pushed and rubbed up against in the crowds in the markets or the bus, the fingers and hand touching her on the ass or even on her breasts, the supposed accidents. Usually, they were tiresome and she was glad to get into the privacy of her own home away from them.
Today, they were tiresome as usual but also just a bit thrilling. She wondered what they would have thought had they known that the ass they rubbed up against or groped was bare under the silk of her sari.
She smiled briefly, then felt guilty, it was most unlike her to go in public not wearing any panties, and she hurried the last hundred meters to the gate. She was struggling through the door. Her stepson Rajesh opened it for her and reached out for a shopping bag.
“Oh thank you, honey, these go in the kitchen.”
“Ok, mom, it’s hot out?”
“Yes, so many people, its so nice to get home.”
She felt the coolness of the hallway fan on the sweat on her body cooling her down and followed Rajesh to the kitchen.
“Here, please put these in the cupboard hon,” and she passed him some groceries one by one.
Shreyas entered into the kitchen, his hands and eyes on the phone in his hand.
“Hey Rajesh, I am up another level.”
“Already bro? You da man,” his friend joked.
“Shreyas, you will go blind if you continue to play these games,” Riya said with concern. “You spend too much time on your phone.”
Shreyas looked up from his phone. His eyes widened as he looked at the mother of his best friend – her sari dropping loosely around her legs but tight around her curvy behind, her breasts full and plump under the orange top.
Continuing to look at her as she turned away from him to the sink, he placed the phone in his back pocket. He felt a familiar tightening in his tummy, and he licked his dry lips.
“What are you doing Riyamom? Can I help?”
“Its ok, I have to prepare dinner, we are having chicken curry. You can peel and cut these vegetables if you like. Rajesh is preparing the chicken.”
“Sure mom, I”ll do that.”
The three of them settled into a quiet routine of preparing the food. Riya”s heart was light, she loved the company of her boys, of being with them like this. She was also excited to prepare a nice meal for Varun. She was excited to see him, and she squeezed her thighs together at the thought of him.
Shreyas couldn’t keep his eyes off her as he washed and peeled the vegetables, peppers, greens, and carrots. His eyes traced the curves of her back, her hips and behind as she worked, seemingly focused on her tasks.
He came and stood behind her as she worked on the stove top, standing close to her, looking over her shoulder. He pushed his hips out so he rubbed against her, and when she didn’t respond he pressed against her again.
“Shreyas, not here, not now.”
He backed away slightly and then pressed against her again. This time she could feel the hardness of his bulge against her thigh. She pushed him away with her hand and glared at him. He took her hand in his and put it to his lips and kissed her palm, smiling at her with his eyes but his mouth was serious.
“Stop, I taste of cinnamon!” she laughed at him.
“Mmmmm I know, it tastes delicious,” he murmured and licked her palm. His other hand rested on her hip and he pulled her towards him. She pushed back with her palm on his chest but he held her with his strength and curved his arm around her back.
He nuzzled her neck, she could feel his hot breath on her. His hand caressed the small of her back and then dropped to her ass, he could feel the softness and curves of her plump behind.
She was pressed back against the bench, and she could feel his hardness against her thigh. He pushed with his hips, grinding his hardness into her.
“Shreyas! What are you doing? Stop this now!”
She was conscious of Rajesh who had stopped what he was doing and looking at both of them.
“If you are going to help me, then help, otherwise, you can do something else.”
“I’m sorry Riyamom, I”ll finish the vegetables first.”
He was chastened and kept his head down for some minutes, concentrating on his task. Rajesh silently went back to the chicken. Riya couldn’t see the large pot in the cupboard and had to bend over to see into the back.
When she straightened up both her sons were looking at her, Rajesh from the side and Shreyas from behind and slightly to one side. She flushed in the face, conscious of not wearing her panties still.
Shreyas had been mesmerized by the sight of her bending over. He could see clearly the outline of her ass cheeks in her silk sari. Instinctively his hand went to his crotch, and he adjusted his hardening cock in his shorts.
“Hurry up boys, Varun will be here sometime after 6.”
“When”s dinner?” Rajesh asked, speaking for the first time.
“We”ll eat when your father is here, about 6.30.”
“Ok, Shreyas, you finished? Let”s go.”
Rajesh was out the door, and Shreyas walked past Riya he patted her arm, and let his hand brush against her ass. Riya enjoyed the quiet of the kitchen for a change, and her thoughts turned to her boys.
Boys? More like young men now she pondered and acting as hormonal and instinctive as all young men of their age. Rajesh, her stepson, was quieter, more reserved, a watcher and a deeper thinker. But she knew when he was thirsty for her breast milk he could be very persistent.
When he was aroused he would be insistent with her, not afraid to expose himself to her and position himself so she could take him in her mouth. And his orgasms were very intense. She certainly knew that, having felt the spurt of his cum in her mouth many times.
He certainly spurted what seemed liters of cum. He had learned to treat her breasts and nipples with respect. He had advanced from enjoying the intimacy and closeness of sucking from her as a younger boy to the sensual intimacy of enjoying the taste and feel of her plump breasts and nipples.
Shreyas, on the other hand, had very little subtlety, his hormones were raging and he was unable to control it most of the time. With her, he was very masculine, though always respectful. He respected her boundaries but pushed them too, never missing a moment to touch her, kiss her, rub himself against her.
She marveled at his young sexuality, his undisguised horniness for her. However, in intimate moments, he was respectful too. His explorations of her body were intense, and he was curious to learn, to understand better how to please her.
She remembered the time when he wanted to please her by giving her oral pleasures. He responded to her teaching him how to please her, holding back his own pleasure for hers.
He, like Rajesh, was a virgin. Riya hoped that his first lover would be someone who could harness his rampant horniness and encourage him to be slow and gentle, to understand what is happening to his body and her body, to respond to her pleasure, to know how to go forward or hold back to please her.
His first lover should be someone older she thought. Not a young girl innocent of the peaks and troughs that mutual pleasure could give. Someone who could teach him and respond to him. She thought about this as she continued to prepare the food.
Up in the bedroom, Shreyas lay across his bed. Rajesh sat in the chair, his legs folded underneath playing a game on his phone. Shreyas began to tease his friend, “So how’s your girlfriend going?”
“What girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend?”
“Ha, yes you do, everyone knows about it.”
“Who told you that, what do you mean?” Rajesh continued to play the game but his face had reddened.
“See, you’re blushing. That girl, the one you have been sitting with at break time, what’s her name? Priya?”
Rajesh through his pillow at Shreyas, who caught it and threw it back.
“She’s not my girlfriend, she’s just a girl I know.”
“Well, Priya told me that she really likes you…she thinks you are hot!”
“Rubbish, she didn’t say that!”
“Oh yes, she did.”
Rajesh put down his phone and clambered on to his bed and rested against the pillow.
“She’s too young, she’s not like that, she’s just a friend.”
“Priya told me that she’s taken some photos of you with her phone when you weren’t looking cos she thinks you are handsome!”
“Now you are really talking rubbish, she hasn’t!”
“Well, whatever, you can think what you like.”
Rajesh thumped his hand on the bed beside him, then sat in silence.
“Do you like her?”
Rajesh glared at Shreyas, “I told you, she’s just a friend.”
“You were calling out her name last night in your sleep!”
“That’s crap, I wasn’t!”
Shreyas was warming up now and enjoying his friend’s discomfort.
“You woke me up, you were humping your pillow and crying out her name.”
“I wasn’t!”
“Were you dreaming of fucking her? It sounded like it!”
Shreyas turned on his stomach and began to hump the bed, “Oohhhh Priya, Priya, fuck me Priya….oohhh I love your pussy Priya.”
Rajesh jumped on Shreyas and wrestled him, his arms around Shreyas’ neck. They wrestled and it ended up with Shreyas pushed off the bed and onto the floor. He jumped back on his bed and pushed Rajesh onto his own bed. Rajesh scowled and Shreyas laughed at him.
“I’m kidding.”
“She’s pretty hot though isn’t she. I’d fuck her, wouldn’t you? She’s got nice tits.”
“Don’t talk like that about her!”
“See, you do like her, I knew it. Have you kissed her?”
No reply…
“See you have haven’t you! Was it nice with her?” His voice softened. “Is she nice to kiss? Come on, you can tell me, you have kissed her haven’t you.”
Rajesh couldn’t help himself, and said softly, “Yeah.”
“Wow, was it nice, is she good to kiss?”
“Yeah”
“Did you touch her boobs? She got great boobs, and a nice ass when she wears jeans.”
Rajesh spoke slowly, “I kissed her yes, I didn’t touch her boobs, there, that’s all I’m saying.”
Shreyas couldn’t help himself and continued to tease.
“I bet she made you hard, she makes me hard just thinking about her. Ooohhh man, those boobs and ass, I’d fuck her.” He rolled on the bed, grasping his genitals, and for his efforts caught another pillow on the back of his head.
He laughed, looked over at Rajesh who had his phone back in his hands, and settled his head back on the pillow. Minutes later, the doorbell rang and they raced downstairs to greet Varun.
Dinner was a noisy chaos of stories, stories of Dubai, of school and the orphanage. Once she had served all the food and everyone was eating, Riya enjoyed the talk and laughter, content with her family back together again.
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