It’s not too late – Part 1

Fortieth birthday, Phew! A deep realisation of being middle-aged hits me hard. It brings a flood of emotions that makes me wonder if I’ve truly lived my life to the fullest. There is this nagging fear of missing out that creeps in, whispering it’s too late.

Too late to switch my line of work, too late to travel across the world’s colourful spots. Too late to add another little one to our khandaan. But suddenly, a desperate urge to grab life’s masti with both hands surges within me.

I didn’t want to fade away quietly in my bed like some serene old aunty. Being the perfect wife, a devoted mum, and an exemplary daughter-in-law had taken its toll on me. I craved more than just a polite “thank you” for my efforts. I wanted my reward, my moment.

So, on my fortieth birthday, I threw caution to the wind and made a selfish demand. “Fuck savings!” I declared. “Let’s do something thrilling, something with dhoom!”

My husband, Danish, ever the smart ass, knew exactly how to handle me when I got like this.  He’d nod along to my every whim, only to later dissect things with surgical precision, finding a logical solution that worked for everyone.

Danish: Arre you sure, honey, let’s book a few days at a resort. You pick the place, na.

Me: Leave it to me, but I’m warning you, Danish, if you back out this time, that’s it!

Danish: Come on, Priya, you deserve this, yaar. Just make sure the dates don’t clash with my work—you know how it is.

I finally found a perfect resort, well within our budget, but there was one hitch—Dan’s dates weren’t lining up. Based on his schedule, he could only join on the third day and had to leave by the eighth day in this ten-day booking. I wasn’t about to let that dampen my plans, no way!

I wanted that spark in our marriage to blaze again. I wasn’t compromising on the ten-day break I’d been promised. What got my heart racing about this resort were the cheeky comments in the review section, hinting at surprises for couples with a naughty undertone.

My imagination ran wild, especially with one review that teased, “A paradise for swingers at heart.” My mind was jumping the gun; I got so excited that I’d just thought about the possibility of persuading Dan into something beyond the realm of morality.

In my head, there is a new guy every night for the 3 weeks before the trip. I got the worth out of those imported vibrators. Just three days before our trip, obstacles started piling up, threatening to derail our plans.

The idea was to leave our kids, Ankita and Aditya, at Naina’s place, my sister-in-law. But her father-in-law suddenly fell ill and was admitted to the hospital. I started making frantic calls, and finally, my cousin agreed to take Ankita while we were away.

But Aditya, my young stud of a son, was still a problem. He was turning twenty in three days, and there was no way I was leaving this man-child alone at home. I’d overheard him once bragging to his friends about his “great time,” so definitely not trustworthy on his own!

This was one of those moments when I wished my parents or in-laws were still alive. The kids could’ve spent time with their grandparents, and we’d get a break without worrying about them.

Finally, my friend from work, Pooja, offered to take Aditya in, but I wasn’t thrilled. Pooja was a divorced single woman, and the thought of Adi staying with her gave me the creeps.

The next morning, I got a call from Dan informing me about the change of plans. He said he could not make it as originally planned and would be there only for the last two days at best. I was speechless. I just said, “Ok, I’ll cancel the booking,” and hung up.

Dan called again and tried to smart ass his way with logic and reason, but my heart was shattered. I was so angry that I could not articulate how I felt. Dan suggested that I go on a solo trip and relax, and he would join me for the last 2 days, but that was not how I imagined things.

I said “No, thank you” and disconnected again.

Finally, Dan called again and said Why don’t Adi and you go on the trip, better than leaving him with Pooja, right?

Me: Are you mental?

Dan: Hey, language!

Me: Why would a college kid go on a vacation to a resort with his mum?

Dan: Let me talk to him, leave that with me

That evening, to my surprise, Adi came home. He said that Dad had called him, and he was game for the trip. I was a bit happy that I’d at least get a break, and the booking amount would not go to waste. But I was upset at the same time because spending time with my son was not part of my imagination.

Based on this new plan, I decided to re-pack my stuff with Adi joining, as there was no need for the intimate items. I then pulled out the bikini I had purchased just for this trip. I thought to myself that this is probably the last chance for me to try stuff like this, given my age.

I stared and recalled how hot I looked in that bikini. I mustered the resolve and said to myself, “To hell with it, Son or not, ME LIKES IT”, we were now sorted that evening. Ankita was gone, Adi and I were home alone, planning on how to spend time at the resort and browsing nearby places to visit.

Finally, the day had arrived, and we left. When we reached the resort and approached the receptionist, she welcomed us and looked funny at me. I then realised that we were listed as Mr & Mrs, no wonder she gave me that look.

The young lady must have thought I’m a sugar mommy getting a young stud to meet my needs. We took the keys, and I must admit the room was beautiful with a large king bed and a view of the beach. I noticed the property was next to another resort about which I had read some interesting reviews.

Like “clothing optional.” I discounted those comments as fake reviews. Still, the thought persisted in my head, “what if…”.

Adi was using the bathroom, and I stood at the window enjoying the view of the beach. Now and then, my eyes would move towards the neighbouring resort, hoping the comment in the reviews was true.

Suddenly, I saw a muscular man, naked, flashing his dick, talking to a woman who was nude too. My heart started racing, and I realised that Adi was out and he was staring at them too.

Adi: Wow, nice tits, it looks like that kind of place.

Me: I elbowed him and said in an assertive tone, That’s not how you talk in front of your mom

Adi: Sorry, Ma, you’ve got nice tits too.

I couldn’t believe what I heard, so I asked, “Sorry, what did you just say?”

Adi: Tits ma, you have lovely tits too.

His comment frustrated me and made me so angry and disappointed, I calmed myself and decided to play it cool.

Me: Is that how you talk to your mother? And how would you know? It’s been 19 years since you last saw them.

As I told him this, I started wondering if he ever peeked at me.

Adi: Just guessing, I mean you are so beautiful and hot, ma.

I was speechless. A sudden revelation occurred to me that I’ve been a bad mum and haven’t spent much time connecting with my kids. Adi’s comments suggested he wanted to be casual with me and talk about stuff without fear.

The resort and the location had a mystical air that brought down the walls of rules and stigma. My 19-year-old thinks that I’m still hot and can hold my own, which boosted my morale and confidence.

Let me assure you, even at this point, there wasn’t an iota of deviant thought in my head about getting physical with my son. So my antenna never went up in defence with Adi around. I’m his mother after all, you know. We had now settled. The little child in me wanted to go to the beach and enjoy a cocktail.

Me: I’m going to the beach to relax, you?

Adi: Sure, ma, enjoy!

I grabbed that bikini and went to the bathroom. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I could not muster the strength to come out in front of Adi. The small triangles barely covered my tits, and most of my areolas were visible.

I turned around and noticed that the string running between my legs and ass crack was invisible.

Meanwhile, Adi decided to go to the beach too. While I was in the bathroom, he stood right in front of the bathroom door to ensure the door did not open while he was changing. But I swear I didn’t know that. Just when he had bent to put on his boxers, I flung the door, which hit his ass, and he fell on the floor.

The next minute felt like an eternity. I don’t know who was more shocked. Adi was lying on the floor; his boxers stuck to his knees. His huge dick flapped on his stomach. He was staring at me with awe, and my eyes were glued to his dick in these few seconds of silence. I noticed he had a boner.

I said, “Oops, sorry, my bad, I shouldn’t have opened the door like that, let me get out of your way´ and quickly left the room. The sight of his dick was etched in my memory. I kept murmuring, “he is my son” multiple times as I headed towards the beach.

I quietly found a spot, adjusted my sunglasses and got comfortable, but my heart was still racing. I started to rationalise what just happened. You see, I’ve waited for this trip and had so many deviant imaginations and expectations with my husband.

Suddenly seeing a dick and getting excited is just biology (the little woman inside my head smirked and said, “As if.”)

I noticed that two couples were a few feet away from me. The men were staring at me, and their wives were busy chatting. One of the gentlemen elbowed the other and said something, looking at me. Thankfully, the sunglasses allowed me to see all this without them knowing.

I started to wonder if they found me hot. Out of nowhere, this thought of a threesome with those two men crept into my head. I never imagined having two men at once. The thought started to ignite my senses right down my spine, and my nipples started tightening up.

I quickly glanced at their wives, who were still busy chatting. So I decided to put my attractiveness to the test by standing up and walking towards the water. I was now a couple of arm’s distance away from the men. I could feel their eyes recording my every move.

My nipples were still hard, I looked at them, raising my sunglasses and winked before ducking my head in the water for a swim. As I stood up, I saw that my audience was distracted. They were now looking at the other end of the beach, which was accessible from the neighbouring resort.

Yes, the same “Clothing Optional” resort. That muscular man I saw from the window was making love to the woman on the beach. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to watch them too. But not at the cost of being ignored. So, like a little kid throwing a tantrum to grab attention, I removed my skimpy top.

I started rubbing my breasts, pretending to wipe off the sand. Now that I had their attention, I slowly ran my fingers over my hard nipples with a devious smile. It did not last long as one of the wives had noticed what was transpiring, and both ladies came running.

They were shooting lasers from their eyes at me while making expressions of disgust towards their husbands. I pretended no one existed around me and made an exit with grace. My legs were now moving towards the other side of the resort, where the couple was making love.

I felt like a moth attracted towards the light. It was one of those moments where curiosity overpowers caution. As I came close to that couple who were having sex, my feet froze. The woman was the same lady I had seen from the window. Looking at her closely, she was easily my age.

But the muscular man was not the same guy; it was fucking Adi. I was unsure of how to handle this situation. I was flooded with mixed emotions of anger, jealousy, sadness and disgust.

I think most of these emotions stemmed from the fact that I was horny from teasing those guys with no tangible output. Here, my son was getting what, in my head, was the main reason for this trip. I whispered curses at that woman, mostly out of jealousy.

Bitch was living my fantasy (not of my son, of course) but a young dick deep fucking her mature pussy and not mine. Time had frozen for me. I watched her driving down violently with Adi reciprocating. Her head was thrown back, and Adi was kissing her neck and breasts with soft bites on her nipples.

My legs were shaking at the thought of someone as young as my son doing that to me. A minute later, her breathing had changed. I could tell even from that distance. She started arching her body against my son, and fucking hell, she had a climax during a fuck.

Adi froze, and I panicked, wondering if he had cum inside her, too? A few minutes later, they were still glued to each other with her head resting on my son’s shoulder, catching her breath. I was now feeling obliged to stop them. Just as I took a couple of steps, I noticed Adi’s lower body slowly move.

He increased his tempo as she wrapped her arms around my Son’s neck. Their lips were locked, and he was fucking her fast and hard. My pussy was swollen, and instinctively, my hand was rubbing it. My brain rationalised the scene and told me that I was not watching my son.

It’s just a cock. I shoved my fingers as deep as I could in my cunt and rubbed my swollen clit with my thumb. A pure screech from the pits of lust within my soul exited my mouth. I saw both their bodies arch at the same time. I started cumming with the thought of warm spunk hitting the depths of my womb.

The woman then held Adi’s semi-erect, swollen dick with glistering strings of sperm shining in bright sunlight and noticed me. We made eye contact for the first time. She smiled at me as if she were a humble woman offering a young dick as pity to a fellow cougar.

Adi turned his head in the direction that the woman was looking. His face was filled with confusion and guilt, which suddenly disappeared when he noticed my fingers were still between my legs.

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