Rohit felt dizzy, stunned by how fast things had heated up. He lay beside Ragini, her nipple in his mouth. He could see her face, flushed but relieved, as he sucked.
He kept his hands still, trying to focus on her emotions, knowing this moment was meant to be tender for her. But then she shifted. Her first nipple, slick from his lips, slipped free with a soft pop. Before he could catch his breath, she guided the other to his mouth, her touch gentle but deliberate.
Initially, he had no plans to involve himself in pleasure, but his mind couldn't help itself when his 'little general' was not so little anymore. He could feel it stirring in his shorts, and the situation completely derailed when he felt her legs stirring against his pants as she tried to lean on him.
Her legs were devastatingly soft, sending an electric jolt through his core. The gentle press of her soft curves against his cheek was not helping either.
His internal war ended in a blunt surrender. 'Fuck it,'' he thought. 'It's now or never.'
He adjusted the weight of his bandaged hand against the sheet, then drove his free left hand around her back, gripping her waist and hauling her tight.
"Anh~" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Please… be gentle."
Ragini gasped, displaced by the sudden, rough movement. She was surprised to find herself abruptly lifted and settled on top of him. Rohit's free hand instantly cupped and squashed the generous weight of her other breast while his mouth clamped down harder on the nipple he held.
"Ssss… mmph~" Her gasp melted into a moan of pure delight as a tight knot in her chest unraveled. A deep, thrilling shiver pulsed through her, sparked every time his lips tugged on her nipple. Hungry for more, she pressed her soft curves closer, urging him on.
Rohit was in bliss. Her soft cushions completely enveloped him. For a moment, his breath hitched, but he reveled in the luxurious, sweet choke.
Glancing up, he saw her face—eyes closed, cheeks flushed with pleasure. He knew this was the time he must take a chance. Every time, her ideals came in between, and if he played his cards well, it would be settled.
Rohit buried his face in her soft breasts, his voice muffled as he murmured, "Mom, I think i am getting addicted to this.. They are so soft."
He deliberately said "Mom" to make her accept her role for what was coming next, his breath held as he waited for her response.
Ragini slid her fingers through his hair, gently tilting his head back. "Don't worry, son," she whispered, her voice warm and teasing, "they're all yours now."
Rohit grinned, his lips locking onto her nipple with eager hunger. The taboo word son made him go crazy.
Her twin breasts were pale and soft, their pink tips driving him wild as he kissed and sucked them.
They jiggled like marshmallows under his touch, as he cupped one tightly. Even his bandaged arm moved to knead the other, his mouth teasing and licking with growing need.
This was utterly surreal. She wasn't just the woman next door. She was the daughter of a billionaire, a member of the untouchable Singhania family, a mother whose daughters were already adults.
She belonged to the one percent, the echelon of wealth and power that wouldn't spare any other male a glance. Yet here he was, latched onto her breast like a hungry infant.
"I bet I'm the only one who can see her this way," a fierce pride burning in his chest.
He bit her nipple and taunted, "So this is what your husband missed out on."
"Aanh~"
A wave of deep shame and heat washed over her face. "Please... don't say that."
Rohit felt a savage thrill. This was the exact adrenaline he craved, the intoxicating rush of conquest.
He drove his free hand down, cupping her plump ass and added with defiance, "Why? Isn't he a blind moron to abandon a sexy wife.. like this?"
He licked her nipple again, slow and deliberate, and she shivered in his tight embrace. Ragini covered her face with her hands, caught between desire and uncertainty, unsure how to respond.
As Rohit's fingers began to unfurl the pleats of her silk saree, he spoke, his voice low and commanding. "Mom, you need to shed that past. To do that, you have to accept it for what it is. Your husband is a scoundrel who abandoned a perfect wine in quest of cheap shots. It's time you shatter the shell you're hiding in."
Something deep and primal ignited inside Ragini as his hands neared her waistline. Though she couldn't bear to show her face, she allowed her legs to slacken, giving him full access to unravel her costly garments.
Rohit gently laid her back onto the pillows, finishing the removal of the saree. He then firmly moved her hands away from her face, revealing skin that was blazing red.
He leaned in for a deep kiss and commanded, "Tonight, embrace the new you, Mom. Become the woman you have been yearning to be."
Her last threads of resistance dissolved. Rohit swiftly peeled away the remaining blouse and the lace of her bra. Her bare, pale skin glistened in the red glow of the room.
Rohit kissed her cheeks and rubbed his lips against her chin as he squashed her breasts.
"Mmmnh…" A soft moan escaped her lips, but she didn't take her eyes off Rohit, who was kissing and licking her body with unrestrained passion.
He trailed kisses from between her cleavage down to her navel, and then lower, to her abdomen.
Ragini shivered, quickly closing her legs as she asked, half-laughing, half-afraid, "Rohit, do you even know what you're doing?"
"No," he admitted. "But I know I don't want to stop."
She knew he was lying, but his willingness broke something open inside her — a warmth that felt dangerously close to peace.
Her leg's strength wavered, and he pressed it wide open. He opened her panties and was thrilled to see her canal dripping wet with juices. It was pink and shaved.
He said, "So lovely," and leaned forward. In his mind, he had already expected this from a woman of such strict standards, her aroma was inviting.
Ragini, in fear and with embarrassment, stopped his head again. "What are you doing? It's dirty."
But Rohit smirked, "Nothing is dirty if it's you."
He leaned in again, forcefully, and his tongue made contact.
A jolt of electricity ran from her spine to her tailbone. It was a feeling she had never felt. Not even her husband nor her past college boyfriend ever did this for her. She remembered how she was always expected to serve, but this was the first time someone was serving her.
"Oh, Rohit," she whimpered with flushed face. It was the first time she had called his name in pleasure, and the sound itself was a confession.
She watched him with ragged breadth and shallow gasps that tasted like shame and cheap champagne. Rohit, utterly absorbed, looked less like a man consuming her and more like a dedicated artisan polishing his finest jewel.
*Slurp* *Slurp*
The sound was wet, intimate, and impossibly loud—a soft, frantic slurping mixed with the sharp, quick sucking sounds of a man utterly determined to draw out every drop of her surrender.
She grabbed her own curves in a throbbing sensation as she closed her eyes. He wasn't just licking; he was mapping from outside.
He chuckled, the deep rumble vibrating against her wet skin, and then pressed the tip of his tongue hard against her dripping pussy.
"AAannnh~"
A desperate, high-pitched moan escaped her throat. Her hands shot up, gripping his hair, not to push him away, but to pull him closer, to demand more of the sensation that was dissolving her control.
"Aanh~… Rohit… nngh~ My son… keep doing… don't stop… oooh… mmmph~"
His wet slippery tongue , tracing the delicate, sensitive seam of her folds with a focused intensity that made her hips buck involuntarily. She lost every shred of shame as the demand for pleasure dominated her instincts.
Rohit smirked as he grabbed her breasts , teasing her nipples through the gaps of his fingers.
"Anh~"
"Anh~"
Her legs clamped down on his head, squeezing him tightly. She kept moaning, her back arching and hands gripping the sheets. Her sounds spurred him to dive in with even more passion.
"Aaannh~" *Quiver* *Squirt*
A raw cry tore from her chest. Her body trembled, and she released a gush of liquid directly onto his face. The pleasure hit her like a physical blow. It was powerful and shuddering, leaving her breathless. A feeling she never felt in her life.
The rush of the climax left Ragini exhausted. She looked at rohit, his son and shameless lover, with a sense relief and disbelief. She still couldnt figure out how he can be so good.
But the time fo thinking was short-lived as rohit moved forward for kiss.
As Rohit leaned in, his mouth, still drenched with her essence, met hers for a deep messy and forbidden taste. This kiss felt something special, like a transfer of energy that confirmed his ownership.
His hand squished her breasts as he moved to taste her red-tinged nipples, sucking them with equal attention.
Ragini felt a strange, intoxicating blend of exhaustion and a furious, demanding hunger rising in its place. He had served her perfectly, broken her open, and now the woman who had been neglected for decades was suddenly vibrating with a primal, aggressive need.
She pulled her curves back from his mouth, her eyes dark and glittering with lust and power. The memory of her past lovers vanished beneath the overwhelming intensity of Rohit's devotion.
"Enough!" she commanded, her voice low and husky, dripping with authority. "Now, It's my turn."
With a sudden, almost violent surge of need, she used her weight and adrenaline to flip him hard onto his back.
At first, Rohit was completely caught off guard, but then he grinned and relaxed as he let her take charge. It was good — this time, she was feeling less ashamed and more willing. He had always wanted to experience her dominating side as his new taste.
She kissed his forehead with love and started to unravel his T-shirt. She kissed his chest and licked his nipples as her soft hands slid down his abdomen to his shorts, which were tenting, unraveling them to reveal the hidden sword, eight inches in length.
Her eyes gleamed as she stroked him slowly. "You're right," she murmured, her voice sultry. "My husband could never compare to you."
She leaned down, swallowing his balls with wildness, then licked his shaft from girth to top, before smiling up at him. "And I am lucky to have this for tonight."
Rohit smirked, but his composure dissolved as her soft tongue worshipped his sensitive shaft, each stroke sending electric jolts through his core.
Her wet tongue explored every contour with deliberate precision, teasing out beads of precum that she savored without a flicker of hesitation. Her sexy bold gaze made his heart pump fast.
"Wh-Why only tonight?" he managed, voice rough with desire. "Let's make this a daily ritual."
Ragini paused, her grip tightening subtly around his shaft, her eyes glinting with a mix of seduction and challenge. "You sure you want to make love to this aged lady every night?"
Her voice dripped with a sultry edge, a stark contrast to her usual motherly warmth, daring him to match her intensity.
"Why not?" Rohit grinned, undaunted. "Besides, you're not that old. Girls my age can't match the allure of your beauty."
Ragini's smile deepened, her cheeks flushing at his compliment.
With a slow, teasing motion, Ragini parted her lips wider, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip of his shaft. Both hands moved together, stroking with a steady rhythm that made Rohit squirm with pleasure, her tongue teasing him to the brink of losing control.
Rohit's mind reeled. 'Damn, that's why I love milfs—experienced enough to hit all the right spots', he thought.
Ragini's lips stretched wider, trying to take him deeper, but she gagged slightly, his size too much. Still, she didn't stop, pushing to take him further, her saliva and tongue making it smooth and slick, sending shivers through him.
"Urgh~" Rohit groaned, clutching the sheets to hold himself back, desperate to make this rare moment last. Her soft breasts brushed his knees, sparking a need he couldn't ignore. He sat up on the bed, hands reaching to grab and squeeze her full curves, his touch eager and hungry.
Ragini's eyes sparkled with mischief as she kept stroking him, her tongue flicking teasingly at his tip. "You like my breasts that much?" she purred, her voice a sultry taunt.
Rohit rolled his eyes, grinning. "Damn, you're such a tease." Her light, naughty giggle only turned up the heat.
He squeezed her breasts again, his voice low and honest. "Yeah, they're perfect. I think I'm hooked."
Ragini tilted her head, a sly smile spreading. "Let's try something new," she said softly, pushing him back down with a gentle hand. She guided his shaft between her soft, pale curves, pressing them together to wrap him in a warm, silky hold.
Rohit's heart pounded, his breath catching. This was his weakness, and she knew it. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, "how the hell is she this good?"
Ragini smirked as she adored his expression. She pressed her soft breasts around his shaft again, leaning in to give the tip a slow, teasing lick. Rohit's face tightened as he fought to hold back, but Ragini took him into her mouth, squeezing gently with her lips.
She sucked him hard for few rythemic strokes.
Already on the edge, this final move broke him.
He grabbed her head, releasing waves of thick loads into her mouth. Ragini swallowed it all, a few drops slipping past her lips. She wiped them away with a finger and looked up with genuine care. "You like that?" she asked softly.
Rohit grinned, catching his breath. "Loved it." He opened his arms, inviting her close.
She leaned into his embrace, her soft body pressing against his as his hands slid down her back. He leaned in for a kiss, and she melted into it before pulling back slightly. "Rohit, how do you know so much? Got a girlfriend?" she teased, her eyes sparkling.
Rohit frowned, chuckling. "What? No… no, it's just some educational videos and news posts. I swear."
Ragini smirked, nudging his nose playfully. "Naughty boy… I will teach you myself." Then she kissed him again. At that moment, she felt a stir in her stomach. She looked down and gasped softly, "It's still hard?"
Rohit's grin widened. "All your charm, sweetheart."
She sat up, fixing her hair bun with a confident smile. "Good."
Leaning down, she took him into her mouth again, slicking him with slow, deliberate licks until he was rock-hard.
Rising, she positioned herself above him, her voice a sultry whisper. "Tonight, Rohit, I want you to make love to me."
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//A/N: Sorry for late. just travelled long distance and not getting much time, will try to upload this sunday for next part. let me know if the chapter is upto your taste or too long.