Frustrated Desire: Mami’s Honey Pot in Heat – Part 2

Hello, readers. I’m coming back to you with another experience, courtesy of my Mami. Well, this is the second part of one of my experiences with my Mami and me. My love and my mom helped me get laid down with my Mami, also my MIL.

That night, after dropping Mama at the airport, I returned home to find everything quiet. The house felt strangely calm. Mom had already gone to bed, door half-open, her bedside lamp still glowing dimly.

I peeked in—she was curled on her side, phone plugged in. Her saree was neatly folded on the chair. Everything about her looked peaceful. I smiled to myself. My sweet witch was sleeping soundly, as if nothing big was brewing.

At the airport, it felt like a regular family trip—at least on the surface. Mami looked calm, maybe a little unsure. I kept my tone polite and distant. Mom was warm, perhaps a little too warm with me.

Nothing over the top, just enough to make someone watching raise an eyebrow. And I think Mami noticed. Not fully, not clearly—but something. The way we exchanged looks, or how she leaned on me while talking, planted a question in her mind. But that was good. Confusion has a way of opening doors.

We rented a car. I was driving. Mom took the passenger seat and gave directions like she knew every turn. Mami sat quietly in the back, staring out the window. Her hand resting on her lap, fingers playing with her dupatta.

No one said much. The mood was calm, like we were all saving our energy for something later.

After about an hour, we reached. The villa looked exactly like the photos — peaceful, hidden in green, with the sound of a stream humming somewhere behind it. Mami stepped out and looked around. “This place is really quiet,” she said slowly, not sure if that was a good thing or bad.

Mom laughed. “Exactly. No people, no phones, no stress. That’s why we came.”

I didn’t say anything. I just looked at the place and smiled. This wasn’t just a holiday. It was a setup. Quiet, beautiful, far from the world. The kind of place where people loosen up. And sometimes go a little off track. We decided to go to the beach.

Mom winked at me, and I understood. She wanted me out for a bit. Without saying anything, I got up and stepped outside. Inside, once I was gone, Mom unzipped her suitcase and pulled out the clothes I had picked. The sheer cover-up, the light wrap dress, the sleeveless top.

Jayshree looked confused. “These are for me? Malini?”

Mom smiled. “Of course. You can’t wear those old salwars on the beach, no?”

Jayshree held up one of the dresses. “This is too much, yaar. Your son is coming too. What will he think?”

Mom waved it off. “Don’t be silly. He won’t even notice. You’re just being shy for no reason.”

Jayshree still looked unsure, but Mom pushed her harder—nudging, teasing, convincing. At last, she agreed to a black beachwear Kaftan.

We had a fun time out there at the beach. Mami was struggling due to this beach dress. I was checking out every minute, even tried to get close to her and just stopped. I knew tonight I could have everything I wanted and went back to the villa.

And waited for the night to arrive. That night, after dinner, Mom called out to Mami as she was walking past the master bedroom. “Jayshree, come here na for a minute.”

Still using a towel to wipe her hands, she stepped in. I was already browsing through my phone while sitting on the edge of the bed. Mom had lit incense earlier, and it filled the room with the scent of sandalwood. Be calm. Warm.

Mom patted the area between us and said casually, “Just sit for a bit.” “We were just discussing you.”

Mami gave a small laugh. “Me? Why?”

The room was quiet except for the faint whir of the ceiling fan. Mom closed the door softly and turned the latch. Jayshree sat on the edge of the bed, her hands folded in her lap, eyes flicking between the two of us.

She gave a nervous smile. “Why are you both looking at me like that?”

Mom sat beside her on one side. I took the other. For a moment, none of us spoke.

Then Mom gently placed her hand over Jayshree’s. “There’s something we want to talk to you about. Nothing bad. But something you might not have seen coming.”

Jayshree looked confused. “What is it?”

I leaned forward a little, my voice low but calm. “Don’t get shocked. Just listen first. Then you can say anything you want.”

Malini sat a little closer to Jayshree and said softly, “I know you won’t like me saying this, but I’ve seen it. You’re not happy with Shubhash, are you?”

Jayshree frowned, uncomfortable. “Malini, what are you saying? It’s not like that…”

Malini gently interrupted, “Then what is it like? You don’t smile the same anymore. You’ve become quite distant. It’s okay to say it.”

Jayshree’s eyes shifted to me, unsure.

Malini noticed. She smiled lightly and said, “It’s okay. He’s not a child, Jayshree. He understands more than you think.”

Jayshree looked down for a moment, her fingers nervously rubbing the edge of her dupatta. Then, without looking at either of us, she said softly, “I don’t even remember the last time Shubhash asked me how I’m doing. Everything’s about his job, his day, his stress.”

She looked up at Malini. “But what can I do?’ That’s how marriages are, right? You adjust. You stay.”

Malini placed a hand on hers gently. “You stayed. You gave everything. But who’s giving you anything, Jayshree?”

Jayshree’s eyes welled up slightly. She didn’t answer. But she didn’t pull her hand away either.

Jayshree’s cheek was streaked with a single tear. She left it there, glistening, without wiping it. A dam that had suppressed years of unsaid suffering finally broke, and her silence spoke volumes.

Mom gripped Mami’s hand tightly. “Look at me, Jayshree.”

Mami looked up slowly. Normally glistening with a carefree warmth, her eyes were now obscured by a profound sadness.

“We’re not just talking about this because we see you are unhappy,” Mom continued, her voice soft but firm. “We’re talking about this because we want you to be happy again. Truly happy.”

I leaned forward again, catching Mami’s eye. “We’ve been talking, Mami. Mom and I. For a while now.”

Mami looked from me to Mom, her brow furrowing slightly, as if trying to piece together a puzzle whose image she couldn’t quite grasp. “Talking about what?” she whispered.

Mom took a deep breath. “About your life, Jayshree. About your future. You deserve more than just adjusting. You’ve given Shubhash twenty years. Twenty years of your youth, your energy, your love. And for what? To be quiet, distant, unhappy?”

Mami flinched at the bluntness, but Mom didn’t back down. “We want you to know that you have options. That this… this isn’t the only way your life has to be.”

Jayshree shook her head slowly, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through her. “What other options are there, Malini? What can I do? Where would I go?” The last question was barely audible, laced with a familiar resignation.

Mom squeezed her hand again, drawing her attention. “Jayshree, you are our family. You’re my sister-in-law. You’re his Mami.” She gestured to me. “You’re not alone. No matter what, you are not alone. Maybe you can share yourself for happiness while being with Shubhash”

Jayshree: But with whom?

Malini: With Shashank

Jayshree: (Her eyes widen, first in disbelief, then something akin to horror. She pulls her hand away from Malini’s as if burned. Her gaze snaps to me, then back to Mom, her face a mask of shock.) Shashank? What are you saying, Malini? He’s… he’s like my son! How are you even able to propose such a thing?

Her voice is a stifled murmur, tinged with anger and deep confusion.

“Are you mad?”

Mom’s expression remained calm, unwavering. “No, Jayshree. Not mad. Just… concerned for your happiness. And clear-eyed about what’s possible.”

Jayshree shifted back a little and pressed herself against the headboard, as though she was attempting to emotionally and physically separate herself from the words.

Her gaze shifted back and forth between Mom and me, looking for any indication that this was a cruel joke or a miscommunication. But our faces were earnest, grave even.

“He is my nephew!” she practically choked out, her voice rising now, tinged with a raw edge of panic. “My sister-in-law’s son! This is… this is wrong!”

I spoke up, my voice still low, trying to be a steady counterpoint to her rising distress. “Mami, please, just listen. We know it sounds shocking. But think about it. Who else knows you, truly sees you, the way we do? Who else would put your happiness before everything else?”

She shook her head vigorously, tears springing to her eyes again, but these were tears of agitation and disbelief, not sorrow. “No! I can’t. I won’t even hear this! This is unthinkable! You two, how can you even look at me and say such a thing?”

Mom reached out slowly, tentatively, to take Jayshree’s hand again. This time, Jayshree flinched, pulling away before Mom could make contact. “Jayshree, calm down. We’re not forcing anything. We’re just opening a door. A possibility. We’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

Jayshree’s head snapped towards me, her eyes drilling into mine, accusing, horrified. I looked her in the eye and maintained it. Unspoken but evident, the feeling that had developed between us was undeniable.

Years of silent adoration, mutual giggles, and knowing looks suddenly came to a head as an indisputable, unsettling reality.

“No,” she whispered, but her voice lacked its earlier conviction. It was softer now, laced with a fragile uncertainty. “He’s always been respectful. He’s always been a good boy.”

Mom leaned forward, her voice dropping to a persuasive, almost hypnotic tone. “He is a good boy, Jayshree. A good man. And he cares about you. More than just a Mami. He sees you. He sees your worth. He sees your pain. And he wants to make you happy.”

Jayshree’s gaze flickered back to me, lingering there. The initial horror was still present, but beneath it, a tiny smile of something else, something she couldn’t quite name.

Jayshree with a smile said “And also good Mother Fucker right?” We were both shocked. Mom asked, “What are you saying, Jayshree?” Jayshree said, “Oh, come on, don’t you think you should close your doors correctly while making out?”

Mom was trying to act on again, I stopped and asked Malini, “What?’ I turned towards Jayshree, “So you watched both of us making out?” She said, “Yes.” I asked when.

She said, “A night before you proposed the idea of the Andaman trip, I fought with your Mama and came outside, and that’s when I heard some noise coming from your room and the door was not correctly locked, so I just pushed it a little and was shocked by the scene and recorded it.” (She showed us the video.)

“And when you both requested Shubhash for a trip, I knew he was gonna reject the idea, so I fueled the idea. I told him that I wanted to go on the beach trip, but he said no to me. But I knew the next morning when you both would tell the idea, he would agree. What did you think he would agree to send me alone?’

I hope you will all like my story. Well, I guess this part was full of conversation and might bore you. But the next part will be the most intense and most steamy part of this series. If you do, reply to me, and feel free to contact me at [email protected].