This story is a continuation of the series Kaliyuga Charitham. So please read the previous part before continuing to this one.
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All characters included in scenes of sexual activities are over the age of 18.
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SWETHA
Swetha returned downstairs after waking her son up for school. He was late today, that was unlikely for him, but Swetha chose to not be bothered about it because she knew that her son had been going through a lot these days.
She had seen hints that Varun had been getting into trouble with other kids at school, like a bruise on his face that he couldn't explain properly or muddy clothes. There was also that incident with the principal and that boy, Brandon. But her son had promised that it was nothing, so she believed him.
Swetha got back to the kitchen and the final dishes that she had to wash. She had already put Varun's breakfast on the dining table.
Varun was there in 5 minutes, he hurried with the breakfast, taking big swallows, not bothering to chew.
"Be careful Varun, you will get something stuck in your throat," she warned him.
"Sorry mom," he reduced his pace but not so much. He finished in a couple of minutes and ran out with a quick goodbye.
Swetha sighed, she was not happy, but she was not going to bother her son either, not the first thing in the morning.
She washed the last of the dishes and took Varun's plate from the dining table and washed that too.
Her husband, Anand, had left an hour ago and now she had the whole house to herself. This is how it was most of the time, just her, alone in the house with nothing much to do other than cooking, cleaning, watching TV and reading.
Among these, reading was what took most of her time. Leaving reality behind and escaping into fantasies was the only thing that kept her sane in these periods of loneliness.
Swetha tidied up the kitchen, went to her bedroom and laid down on the bed. She took out her e-reader from the bed-side drawer and resumed reading.
This time it was not fiction; it was Nancy Friday's 'My Secret Garden'. It's a compendium of sexual fantasies and they did not fail to keep her over the edge. Some fantasies in the book stretched her imagination so wildly that they pushed her to the edge of an orgasm with very little stimulation.
She was on such a part right now. It was a cougar fantasy of a woman in a fictional matriarchal institution ordering two men in their twenties to strip and then inspecting their cocks as they got erect. She pulled up her nightie above her hip and pulled down her panties.
This was not the flavor of her usual fantasies, but it made her wet anyway. The idea of having a sense of sexual authority over men much younger than herself was extremely erotic.
Swetha ran her fingers through the tangles of her pubic bush till they touched the swollen nub of her clitoris. The muscles of her leg clenched at the touch and she stopped reading and closed her eyes as her fingers traced circles around her clitoral hood.
In her own mind she was that matriarch, and she was sitting on an office chair, naked from the waist down. The chair was wet with her love juices and butt sweat. On the desk, in front of her, was a nervous young man, in his early twenties, fully naked, sitting with his legs on both sides of her chair.
And under the desk was another young man, a little older, but just as naked as the first. He was looking up at her eagerly and she spread her legs wider, to give him a better view of her mature pussy. But as he began to bring his face closer, she waved a finger at him signaling, 'not yet'.
Meanwhile, the young man sitting on the desk had a flaccid penis but as she gave it a gentle touch, it twitched a little and started coming to life. She smiled and lifted her head to look him straight in the eye.
They both had familiar faces, they resembled one of her son's friends or maybe someone from a TV series she watched, she was not sure.
