It’s the Indian festival of Holi today.
Chaitali’s heart raced as she watched her son, Aditya, through the window, playing with friends. His shirt stuck to his chest with a mix of sweat and vibrant colours. The warm sun cast a glow on his skin, making the colours appear even more vivid.
The way his muscles flexed as he threw handfuls of coloured powder into the air made her pulse quicken. Her eyes lingered on him, tracing the lines of his strong arms and the curve of his broad back. A sudden, inexplicable urge took hold of her. It was an intense longing that she had never felt before.
The air was thick with the sweet scent of gulal and the playful laughter of the festival. Chaitali felt a strange heat within her, a heat that had nothing to do with the warmth of the sun. She stepped closer to the window, her breath fogging the glass.
Her gaze fell to Aditya’s waist. The line of his trousers dipped just low enough to hint at the contours of his hips. He was a man now, she realized, a handsome, virile young man. The realization sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.
Without conscious thought, her hand moved to the knot of her sari, loosening it slightly to allow herself some much-needed air. Her skin felt tight, her breasts heavy with a need she hadn’t felt in years. She watched as Aditya turned to face the house, his eyes catching hers for a brief, electrifying moment.
The connection was palpable. The air between them crackled with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Aditya’s eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of his mother. Her usually composed demeanour was now flustered and wanton.
He felt his own body respond, his cock twitching with curiosity. Her sari clung to her curves, the way her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. He felt his cheeks flush with colour, not from the holi powder but from sudden, unexpected arousal.
His friends’ shouts grew distant. He stared at her, unable to look away from the hunger in her eyes. With a silent nod, Aditya turned away from his friends, his steps leading him towards the house. His heart beat wildly. His mother’s gaze seemed to follow him, a silent beacon that drew him in.
The moment he stepped through the door, the air grew thick with tension. It seemed to crackle and snap around them. It was charged with the electricity of a secret desire neither had ever dared to acknowledge.
“Ma,” he called out, his voice huskier than he had intended.
Chaitali’s breath caught in her throat as she turned to face him, her eyes wide with anticipation. The room spun as she took in the sight of Aditya. His skin glistened with sweat and colour, his eyes dark with a hunger that matched her own.
“Ma,” he repeated the word, a low growl that seemed to echo through the small space between them. “What’s wrong?”
Chaitali’s eyes searched his, looking for any hint of judgment or disgust. Finding none, she took a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch his face, her fingertips coming away stained with the colours of Holi. “Nothing, beta,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper. “I just… I just needed to see you.”
Aditya’s breath hitched as she traced the line of his jaw with her thumb. Her touch sent waves of heat coursing through his body. “Ma,” he said, his voice a mix of confusion and desire. “What’s happening?”
“Holi,” Chaitali whispered, her eyes never leaving him, “the festival of colours, of love and passion. Today, the lines between us blur, and we become more than just mother and son.”
Aditya swallowed hard. His body responded to her words in a way that both terrified and thrilled him. “Ma,” he managed, his voice a hoarse whisper. Chaitali stepped closer, the scent of her sandalwood perfume mingling with the sweetness of the gulal.
“Today,” she continued, her hand dropping to his chest, her fingertips leaving a trail of colour on his skin, “we give in to our desires without shame or guilt.” Her touch sent a jolt of pleasure through Aditya. He could feel his cock hardening against his trousers.
He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation, any reason to stop. But all he saw was a fiery need that mirrored his own. “Ma,” he breathed, his voice thick with want. Chaitali leaned in, her breath warm against his skin as she whispered, “Do you feel it too, beta?”
Her hand slid down to his waist, her fingers curling around the fabric of his trousers. “The bhang has made us see things…feel things we never knew were possible.” Aditya nodded, his eyes glazed with the effects of the potent drink that had been a part of their Holi celebrations.
The heady mixture of cannabis and spices had lowered their inhibitions. It made the forbidden desires that had always lurked in the shadows seem suddenly attainable. “Ma,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “I do.”
Without another word, Chaitali reached up and claimed her son’s mouth with hers. Her lips pressed urgently against his. The kiss was unlike any they had shared before. Hungry and desperate. It was fuelled by the bhang and the heat of the moment.
Aditya’s hands found their way to her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pulled her closer, the fabric of her sari sliding against his skin like a silken caress. Their kiss grew more fevered, their tongues dancing together as they tasted the sweetness of each other’s mouths.
Chaitali could feel her son’s hardness growing against her, and she knew that there was no turning back. She moaned softly, the sound lost in the cacophony of their melding mouths.
“Ma,” Aditya murmured against her lips. His hands now moved to cup her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse.
“Yes, beta,” Chaitali gasped, her breath hot and quick. She could feel the ache between her legs growing stronger. The dampness of her arousal seeped through the fabric of her sari. “Take what you need.”
Aditya’s hands grew bolder, his fingers working deftly at the hooks of her blouse. The fabric fell away, revealing the creamy mounds of her breasts, her nipples already taut with need.
He bent his head, capturing one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. It drew a keening sound from his mother’s throat.
“Oh, Aditya,” Chaitali moaned, her hand slipping down to grip his hair, urging him closer. The feel of his mouth on her flesh was intoxicating, a sensation she had never before experienced. Her body was on fire, the bhang amplifying every sensation, making her feel alive in a way she had almost forgotten.
Her free hand found its way to his trousers, her fingertips brushing against the velvety length of his cock. He groaned, his hips jerking forward, seeking more contact. She stroked him through the fabric, feeling him throb and swell beneath her touch.
The power she held over him was heady, a feeling she had never imagined in her wildest dreams. With trembling fingers, Aditya pushed the material of her sari aside, revealing the soft mound of her sex. He dipped a finger into the wetness that had pooled there.
His eyes never left hers as he brought it to his lips, tasting her sweetness. “Ma,” he breathed, his voice ragged with lust. “You’re so wet for me.”
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Chaitali confessed, her voice a shuddering whisper. “The bhang has only made the truth more… more real.”
Aditya’s eyes blazed with desire as he lowered himself to his knees, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thighs. Chaitali’s legs quivered, her knees threatening to give way as he reached the apex of her desire.
He nudged her panties aside with his nose, his breath hot and moist against her sensitive flesh.
“Please,” she begged, the word slipping from her lips like a prayer.
With a growl, Aditya buried his face in her pussy, his tongue sliding through her folds, tasting the nectar of her arousal. Chaitali’s legs gave out, and she collapsed against the wall.
Her hand was still tangled in his hair, her body arching in pleasure. The sensation of his tongue on her clit was exquisite. A dance of fire that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her core.
“Oh, beta,” she gasped, her hips rocking against his face. “Don’t stop.”
Aditya’s movements grew more urgent, his tongue flicking and swirling with a skill that belied his inexperience. His cock was painfully hard, straining against his trousers as he savoured the flavour of his mother’s desire. The room spun around them.
The colours of their clothes and the powder from outside mixed in a kaleidoscope of passion. It seemed to reflect the tumultuous emotions roiling within their hearts. Chaitali felt the tension building within her, the pressure growing until it was almost unbearable.
“Aditya,” she panted, her voice breaking. “I’m going to… oh, God, I’m going to cum.”
Her body spasmed, a cry of pleasure tearing from her throat as the orgasm washed over her. Aditya drank from her, his tongue lapping at the juices that flowed from her body, his eyes never leaving hers. As she cum down from the peak, he stood, his eyes gleaming with a mix of love and lust.
“Now it’s my turn,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “I want to feel you around me, ma.”
With trembling hands, Chaitali helped her son shed his trousers, revealing his erection, flushed and heavy with desire. She took him in her hand, marvelling at the velvety warmth. The pulsing veins stood out against the dark skin. “So beautiful,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.
Aditya groaned, his hips jerking as she stroked him. “Ma,” he breathed, his eyes half-closed with pleasure. “You make me feel… so alive.”
“And you make me feel young again,” Chaitali responded, her grip tightening around his length. She could feel the heat of his desire, the pulse of his blood beneath her fingertips. “Let me show you how much I want you, beta.”
With a gentle push, she guided him towards the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. As they lay down, she straddled him, her sari pooling around them like a sea of colour. She lowered herself onto him, her wetness enveloping his cock in a warm, slick embrace.
Aditya’s eyes widened at the sensation, the feel of his mother’s pussy surrounding him, hot and welcoming.
“Ma,” he whispered, his eyes locked onto hers. “I’ve dreamed of this.”
“And now,” Chaitali murmured, her voice a seductive purr, “that dream is real.”
She began to move her hips, riding him with an instinctual grace that belied their taboo union. The bhang had stripped away their inhibitions, leaving only raw, primal needs.
Aditya’s hands found her breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh as she moved above him. Chaitali leaned forward, her hair cascading around them like a curtain. Her breath was hot and moist against his ear. “Tell me what you want, beta,” she whispered.
“More,” he gasped, his hips bucking up to meet her. “I need more of you.”
Her movements grew more urgent, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm of their lovemaking. Aditya’s hands slid down to her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he helped guide her. His cock slid in and out of her with increasing speed.
The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room with a symphony of passion that seemed to crescendo with each thrust.
“Ma,” he growled, his voice deep with lust. “I’m going to cum.”
“Cum for me,” Chaitali urged her orgasm building once more. “Show me how much you want this.”
With a roar, Aditya exploded, his cock pulsing with the force of his release. Chaitali felt her climax follow. Her body tightened around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared ecstasy.
For a moment, they lay still, their hearts racing in time with each other’s, the only sound in the room the harsh rasp of their breathing. Then, with a gentle smile, Chaitali leaned down to kiss her son’s forehead. Her eyes filled with a love that was both maternal and carnally possessive.
“This is our secret, beta,” she whispered, her voice tender. “Our special Holi gift.”
Aditya nodded, his arms wrapping around her tightly. “Forever,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of love and fear at the depth of their transgression.
“Forever,” Chaitali echoed, her eyes never leaving his.
Chaitali’s smile was all the answer he needed. She leaned down, her lips capturing his in a kiss that promised a future of unbridled passion and love. A future where the lines between mother and son were forever blurred by the heady rush of their newfound love.
Their bodies moved together once more. Their hands and mouths explored each other with a hunger that seemed to grow rather than abate. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in a sea of colour and passion. They were bound by the intoxicating embrace of the bhang’s seductive power.
They lay tangled in each other’s arms, their bodies still slick with sweat and colour. Chaitali whispered into Aditya’s ear, her voice low and urgent. “Beta,” she began, her breath hot and ragged against his neck, “there’s something you must know.”
Aditya stiffened, his heart skipping a beat. The passion had subsided, leaving room for a different kind of tension in his stomach. He turned his head to look at her, his eyes searching hers for any clue of what was to come. “Ma?” he questioned, his voice filled with concern.
Chaitali took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling against his chest. “Every year,” she murmured, her fingers playing idly with the hair on his chest, “as we celebrated Holi, I would watch you grow from a boy into a man. And every year, the desire grew stronger, more intense.”
Aditya felt a jolt of understanding, his body tensing. “Ma,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “You never said…”
“I know,” she interrupted, her voice a soft sigh. “But now that we’ve crossed this line, I had to tell you.” Her hand slid down to his cock, which was already beginning to stir again at the sound of her confession. “Every time I watched you with those other girls, my heart ached. I wanted you for myself.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, his cock responding to the confession. “Ma,” he said, his voice hoarse with need. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because,” she whispered, her hand stroking him gently, “I didn’t think it was right. But the bhang…it made me see that sometimes, the most beautiful things come from the most unexpected places.”
Her touch grew more insistent, and Aditya felt his body responding, his cock swelling in her hand. “And what do we do now?” he asked, his voice tight with desire.
“Now,” Chaitali said, her eyes darkening, “we explore this new part of us together.” With that, she leaned in and captured his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
Their bodies moved as one, a dance of passion and need that seemed to transcend the boundaries of their relationship. Chaitali’s legs wrapped around Aditya’s waist, pulling him closer as he pushed into her once more.
The feel of her pussy, warm and wet around him, was like coming home to a place he never knew existed.
“Ma,” he moaned into her mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. “I never knew.”
“Neither did I,” she gasped, her nails digging into his back. “But now that we’ve found it, we can’t let it go.”
Aditya’s strokes grew deeper, more urgent, as he claimed his mother’s body. Her secret had only served to fuel his desire, making him want her more fiercely than ever before. He felt a primal need to possess her, to make her his in every way possible.
Their lovemaking grew wild, their bodies moving together in a frenzied crescendo of pleasure. Chaitali’s moans grew louder, her head thrown back as she arched into each thrust. Aditya could feel her pussy tightening around him, her body preparing for the peak of their shared ecstasy.
And then, with a cry that seemed to echo through the room, she cum. Her orgasm rippled through her body and sent waves of pleasure crashing over Aditya. He followed her over the edge, his release powerful and all-consuming, filling her with the heat of his seed.
As they lay there, their hearts pounding in unison, Chaitali whispered another secret into his ear, one that would only add to the complexity of their forbidden love.
“Beta,” she breathed, her voice trembling with the weight of her confession, “I’ve always known. I’ve always felt this way about you. And now that we’ve given in to it, there’s no going back.”
Aditya’s eyes widened, his chest tightening with the impact of her words. He knew she was right; there was no turning back from this path they had chosen. But as he looked into her eyes, filled with love and need, he realized that he didn’t want to.
“Ma,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “I can’t imagine my life without this now.” Her smile was a warm caress, her eyes sparkling with a light that had never been there before.
“Neither can I,” she confessed, her hand tracing the line of his jaw. “But we must be careful. Our love is a secret, a delicate bloom that must be nurtured in the shadows.”
The gravity of her words didn’t dampen the fire that burned between them. Instead, it added a thrilling edge of danger, a forbidden spice that only served to make their desire more potent. “Ma,” Aditya murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest, “I’ll do anything to keep us together.”
Chaitali’s eyes searched his, her gaze filled with a fierce love that was both maternal and carnally possessive. “Then come,” she purred, her hand sliding down to grasp his cock once more. “Let’s wash away the colours of our sins and begin anew.”
Together, they stumbled to the bathroom, their bodies entwined in a dance of lust. The cool tiles of the floor sent a shiver of pleasure through Chaitali’s bare feet, a stark contrast to the heat that still pulsed between her legs. She turned the shower on, the water cascading down in a torrent of steam and sensation.
The moment they stepped under the spray, the colours of the holi powder began to run, painting their bodies in a new palette of passion. The warm water sluiced over them, carrying away the physical traces of their transgressions. But leaving the emotional intensity untouched.
Aditya’s hands found her breasts again, his thumbs flicking at her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. Chaitali’s head fell back, a moan escaping her lips. The water ran in rivulets down her neck, mingling with the sweat and colour that still clung to her skin. “Beta,” she gasped, her voice a ragged whisper.
He stepped closer, the length of his cock brushing against her stomach as he reached around to cup her ass, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. “Ma,” he murmured, his eyes dark with hunger. “I need to be inside you again.”
With a wanton smile, Chaitali lay down on her back against the tiles, spreading her legs wide. The water pounded against her skin, the droplets clinging to her eyelashes and painting a pattern of desire across her face. “Take me,” she invited her voice, a call he couldn’t resist.
Aditya didn’t need any further encouragement. He stepped between her legs, his cock nudging at her entrance. With one hand, he guided himself into her, the sensation of her warm, wet pussy gripping him like a fist.
Chaitali’s eyes fluttered closed as he filled her, her body arching with the pleasure of his invasion.
“Ma,” he groaned, his voice a low growl that seemed to echo through the shower. “You feel so good.”
“And you,” she panted, her eyes opening to meet his, “you’re so big, so strong.”
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony. The water beat against their skin as they found a rhythm that seemed to resonate through their very souls. Chaitali’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him deeper.
The sound of their lovemaking, the slap of wet flesh on flesh, filled the small space. It mingled with the hiss of the shower and the steady drum of their hearts. It was a symphony of passion that seemed to block out the rest of the world, leaving only the two of them and the steamy embrace of their love.
Aditya’s hands slid up her body, his thumbs caressing her clit as he moved within her. The sensation was almost too much, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. “Beta,” she whispered, her voice tight with need. “I’m going to come again.”
He watched her, his eyes dark with lust as her body began to shake, the muscles in her legs tensing around his waist. The sight of his mother lost in the throes of pleasure was almost too much for Aditya to bear. With a moan, he pumped into her, his hips moving faster and faster until he could feel his climax approaching.
And then it hit them, a wave of ecstasy that crashed over them, leaving them both gasping for breath. Chaitali’s pussy clenched around him, milking him for every drop as they rode the crest of their shared passion.
As the water continued to fall around them, they clung to each other, their hearts hammering in a duet of love and desire. At that moment, nothing else mattered but the feel of their bodies joined. Their souls entwined in the forbidden embrace of their newfound love.
The bhang had indeed made them fearless, Chaitali thought. She guided Aditya into the shower. The warm water cascading down on them, mixing with the colours of their transgressions, felt like a benediction, a divine cleansing for the sacred sin they had just committed.
She watched him. His eyes glazed over with the potent drink and passion, his chest heaving with each breath. “Ma,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust, “what are we doing?”
“Following our hearts,” she purred, her eyes never leaving his. “The bhang has only made us brave enough to act on what we’ve both felt for so long.”
With a seductive smile, she turned him around, his back now to the water, the droplets caressing his muscular shoulders like a lover’s kiss. “Let’s wash away the past, beta, and step into our future together.”
Aditya nodded, his eyes locking onto hers, and a silent pact passed between them. He reached out, his hands gliding over her wet, colour-stained skin, tracing the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts. “Ma,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “I never knew it could be like this.”
“Neither did I,” she confessed, her voice filled with wonder and desire. “But now that we’ve tasted it, we can’t go back.” Her hands slid down to his cock, already hard and eager, standing tall and proud between his legs.
She began to stroke him gently, her movements echoing the flow of the water. Their eyes were steadfast on each other.