House of Secrets: Mother’s Best Friend & Hidden Desires – Part 3

The Bathroom

The next morning, my bladder was full. I stumbled to the bathroom. I was half-asleep. I pushed the door without thinking. It wasn’t closed properly. It was just slightly ajar.
The steam hit me first. It was warm and damp. Then I saw her. My mother was standing under the shower spray. Her back was to me. The water cascaded down her skin.
She was completely naked. I froze. My breath caught in my throat.
She turned slightly to reach for the soap. I saw her profile. Her body… I had never seen it like this.
She was like those curvy Indian actresses. She had a full, womanly, real body. Her boobs were heavy and round. They were maybe a C-cup. They swayed as she moved.
They were fuller than I ever imagined. The nipples were dark and hard from the water. Her waist dipped in before flaring out. She had wide, strong hips.
Her ass was round and full. The cheeks glistened wet. A raw, electric shock went through me. My dick began to rise instantly. It thickened and hardened.
It pushed against my shorts. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t look away.
She bent forward to wash her legs. I got a full view of her cleavage from behind. I saw the deep valley between her boobs. I saw the heavy weight of them hanging.
My cock was fully hard now. It was a solid, aching 7 inches. Without thinking, my hand slid into my shorts. I pulled my dick out. It was already leaking at the tip.
I started jerking off right there. My eyes were glued to her body. They went to the curve of her spine. They saw the shake of her boobs. They saw the shadow between her legs.
My strokes were fast and desperate. Pre-cum smeared over my fist. I was panting quietly. I was lost in a hot, forbidden haze. Then she turned around.
Her eyes met mine across the steamy room. For a second, there was just confusion. Then her gaze dropped to my hand. It went to my hard cock moving in my fist.
Her face shattered into pure horror.
Mom: RAJ!
She screamed my name. It was a raw, shocked shout. I jumped. Terror crashed through me. I shoved my dick back into my shorts.
I turned and ran to my room. My heart hammered against my ribs. I locked the door and leaned against it. My whole body was shaking.
I heard the water stop. Minutes later, the bathroom door opened. I could hear her quiet footsteps. They went down the hall to her room.
The house was thick with a terrible silence. Then, the doorbell rang. I crept to my bedroom door. I opened it just a crack to peer out.
My mom answered the door. She was now dressed in a simple nightgown. Her hair was still wet. It was Aunty Anna. She looked serious. Her lips were pressed into a thin line.
Aunty Anna: We need to talk.
Aunty Anna said. Her voice was low and urgent.
Aunty Anna: About yesterday. About your son.
My mother’s shoulders slumped. She looked tired and caught. She stepped back to let Aunty Anna in.
Mom: Yes.
My mother said. Her voice was barely a whisper.
Mom: We need to talk.
As they walked into the living room, I closed my door softly. My mind was racing. I saw the image of my mother’s body. I saw the shock on her face. Now Aunty Anna was here.
Things were unravelling fast. A dangerous, hot tension was pulling everything tighter.

The Living Room Confrontation

My heart was pounding. I walked into the hall. They were sitting side-by-side on the sofa. They were like two judges. I kept my face cool. I acted like nothing was a big deal.
I sat in the single chair opposite them.
Me: You called me?
I said, leaning back. Aunty Anna spoke first. Her voice was tight.
Aunty Anna: We need to discuss what happened yesterday. And this morning.
Her eyes were serious. But they kept flicking down to my lap. I was just wearing a thin t-shirt and loose boxer shorts.
I hadn’t even realized it. But my dick was already getting hard again. It was just being in the same room with them. It was knowing what they’d seen.
The tip was wet with a bit of pre-cum. It made a dark spot on the light fabric. My mom’s gaze was stuck there too. She looked from my face to my crotch and back.
Her own face was confused and upset.
Mom: Raj, what is going on with you?
She asked. But her voice wasn’t just angry. It was shaky.
Me: Nothing’s going on.
I said, shifting slightly. The movement made the bulge more obvious. It was a thick outline. The head was clearly showing through the damp cloth.
Both women fell silent for a moment. They were just staring. Aunty Anna’s cheeks turned pink. She cleared her throat.
Aunty Anna: This… this behaviour is not normal. You cannot… walk around like that. You cannot look at women… at us… in that way.
Me: What way?
I asked, pretending not to understand.
Mom: You know what way!
My mom burst out. Her eyes flashed.
Mom: Yesterday at Anna’s house! And this morning in the bathroom! I saw you… I saw your…
She couldn’t finish. Her eyes dropped back to my hard cock.
Me: I didn’t mean to walk in on you, Mom.
I said.
Me: It was an accident.
Mom: But what you were doing was no accident!
She said, her voice rising.
Mom: You were… touching yourself! Looking at me!
The room got hot. Aunty Anna was watching me closely. Her own breathing was a little fast. Her eyes were locked on the wet spot on my boxers.
She was watching it get bigger. She was remembering yesterday. She remembered my hard cock in the kitchen. She remembered the black lace she’d left hanging.
Aunty Anna: Boys have… urges.
Aunty Anna said slowly. She tried to sound like she was advising me.
Aunty Anna: But you must control them. Faith teaches us restraint.
But as she said it, her own eyes were dark. She licked her lips. She was wearing a normal kameez. But the neckline showed the top of her cleavage.
I could see the curve of her big boobs.
Me: It’s hard to control.
I said, my voice low.
Me: When you’re surrounded by such beautiful women.
I let my eyes travel over both of them. My mom gasped softly. Aunty Anna shifted on the sofa. She pressed her thighs together.
Mom: Don’t you dare speak like that!
My mom said. But it was weak. She was still looking at my dick.
Mom: You need to… to think pure thoughts. To pray.
Me: I try.
I said. I slowly adjusted myself in my chair. It made the hard line of my cock even more visible. The pre-cum was leaking more now.
Me: But sometimes, the body doesn’t listen. Like now. I look at you both, and I can’t help it. I remember what I saw.
Aunty Anna: What did you see?
Aunty Anna whispered. The question slipped out before she could stop it. I looked right at her.
Me: Your black bra and panties on the door. 36D. I thought about how they would look on you.
Then I turned to my mom.
Me: And I saw everything in the shower. Your boobs, Mom. They’re so full. Your nipples were hard. Your body is incredible.
My mom made a choked sound. Her hands flew to her mouth. But she didn’t get up. She didn’t look away.
Both of them were just sitting there. They were trapped. They were listening to me. Their eyes were glued to my hard-on.
Mom: This is wrong.
My mom finally said. Her voice was a broken whisper.
Mom: So wrong.
Me: Then tell me to leave.
I said, standing up. The bulge was right at their eye level now. The wet spot was shining.
Me: Tell me to go to my room and never speak of this again.
Neither of them said a word. They just stared up at me. Their faces were filled with conflict. I could almost taste it.
There was shame and anger. But underneath was a raw, hungry curiosity. The silence stretched out. It was heavy and thick.
My mom opened her mouth to speak. She wanted to be the parent. But no sound came out. Her eyes were fixed on the tent in my boxers.
Aunty Anna’s breathing was shallow. Her own breasts rose and fell quickly. They had called me here to advise me. They wanted to scold me.
But now, they were the ones who looked lost. They were caught in a current. They didn’t know how to escape. And I was just standing there.
My hard, leaking cock was the only truth in the room.