Chapter 4
Bulbal pulled him closer, the heat of his skin against hers like a brand. Her eyes traced the line of his jaw, the soft curve of his cheeks, the slight pout of his lips—so familiar, yet so different up close and *wanting.*
"Shhh..." she breathed, her free hand coming up to trace a path down his throat to his chest, feeling the pounding of his heartbeat beneath. "Trust me, my boy."
She moved like a dancer—slow, deliberate—her body curving into his without pressure but full of promise. Her fingers slipped down to meet his where he already trembled with need.
"See how hard you are?" she whispered, voice dark honey sliding into his ear. "Not just *any* woman could do this to you… but *me.* You came for me in your dreams… and now I'm here."
Her grip tightened—not rough, not gentle—but *knowing.* A mother's touch turned carnal.
A sinner's grace wrapped in silk.
And when she began to move her hand—slowly at first, then with purpose—it wasn't about speed or force. It was rhythm. Control. The mastery of a woman who had men beg on their knees and still left unsatisfied.
But Gaurav wasn't just any boy.
He was *hers.*
Blood of her blood.
Flesh of her fantasy?
"Mom…" he gasped out again, eyes rolling back slightly as pleasure coiled deeper than shame dared follow. "Please…"
She smirked against his shoulder—a kiss placed like a brand—and whispered back:
"You want more than this?"
"You want inside me?"
His breath hitched as if shocked she'd said it aloud...
But the way his hips jerked forward gave him away—
"Yes," he choked out between clenched teeth, eyes glassy with lust and something rawer: **hope** that maybe—for once—he wouldn't be rejected.
That maybe he could fill the hunger no other ever could...
Bulbal studied him—the desperation etched across his face—and felt something twist deep inside: power... guilt? Or just pure wicked desire?
Then slowly… so slowly…
She lowered herself onto one knee before him—eyes locked upwards—as if offering worship instead receiving it—and said:
"Then let's see what my son can really do."
Gaurav couldn't breathe let alone speak—he could only watch, dumbstruck, as she knelt before him, holding his gaze—and the moment stretched taut between them, so electric it left the air thick with potential. Then...
With a grace that made it almost look accidental, she placed a gentle kiss to one hip bone… then the other… teasingly close to where he needed her most. His hands clenched into fists by his sides to keep from reaching for her—to keep from begging like some pathetic boy instead of the man she *knew* he was.
But still she didn't touch him there—not yet. Her tongue darted out, the tip tracing a sinful path up his inner thigh—making him shiver. When her breath hit him—so close, so damn close—he let out a strangled moan, his head dropping back as he bit *hard* on his lip to keep from falling apart right then and there.
"What if I touch it here?" Bulbal asked—her voice a low, purring tease—before slowly brushing against him with the lightest touch: the barest hint of pressure through his jeans. "How long would you last, I wonder
"Not long," he ground out truthfully—teeth clenched, jaw locked, hands still by his sides but trembling. "Not... if you did that."
His eyes met hers again—aflame with barely leashed hunger—but Bulbal just chuckled, amused that he could still speak let alone think.
"Really now?" she whispered, her hands slowly moving up his thighs, leaving fire in their wake. "You're that much of a sensitive boy, huh?"
"I've seen you watching me," she went on, rising back up to her feet like smoke curling from flame. She stepped into him—body flush, chest to chest—her lips just shy of brushing his ear. "You *touch* yourself while thinking about me… I can feel it in the way you look."
Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his jeans now—not all at once—but slowly.
"So tell me…" Her breath was hot against skin. "Do you really want this? Or are you just pretending because I'm your mother?"
Gaurav choked.
"No," he said instantly, voice ragged with truth. "Not because—I mean yes I love you but—it's not that—it's *you*. The way you move… how loud you scream when someone makes you come…"
He finally reached out—one trembling hand—and cupped her face gently.
"Mom… or not…" His voice broke slightly. "*You're still the hottest woman alive.*"
Silence.
Then…
Bulbal closed her eyes—just for a second—as if absorbing those words into blood and bone.
And when she opened them again?
They burned with fire no man could ever put out…
But maybe one boy…
Could try?
Slowly... she leaned in—
Until their lips touched...
No more talk.
No more games.
Only heat.
Only need...
And a sin so deep...
It might damn them both forever.
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*End Chapter Four.*