Swapped Mischief Ch 02

By the time she reached home, neither her son nor her husband had returned. Prameela tossed the vegetable bag into the kitchen, went to the bedroom, and collapsed onto the bed.

Everything that had happened felt like a dream. She couldn't fathom how she'd given in so easily to a young boy. "Ugh! I should never stoop this low again," she scolded herself.

But no matter how much she berated herself, her mind and body refused to settle. Her entire body buzzed with a sweet ache. "That idiot stirred up a whole beehive and left me like this," she muttered, cursing him for a while.

With nothing else to do, she dragged herself to the bathroom and surrendered her body to the shower. After soaking in the cool water for a bit, she felt a little lighter. "Tch! I can't make a mistake like this again," she resolved.

By the time she finished bathing and freshened up, her son was back from tuition and her husband from the shop.

After dinner, her son retreated to his room. Prameela tidied up and went to her bedroom, where, as usual, her husband was already asleep. "Ugh..." she sighed, lying down beside him and drifting off.

The next day was Sunday. Her husband bathed, had breakfast, and left the house. Her son, Ravi, was holed up in his room, studying. Prameela was bustling around in the kitchen when the doorbell rang.

"Ravi! See who's there!" she called out. Ravi opened the door to find Kavitha standing there.

"Hey, what're you up to?" she asked, stepping inside.

He stole glances at her curves and mumbled, "Studying, Aunty."

"Good! Keep at it. Where's your mom?" she asked. He pointed toward the kitchen with his eyes.

As she walked that way, he ogled her swaying hips, practically celebrating the sight, before slipping back into his room. Kavitha caught him eyeing her out of the corner of her eye and smirked to herself as she joined Prameela in the kitchen.

Seeing Kavitha, Prameela said, "Come in! Done with your cooking?"

"My husband's off at camp, and my son's gone to watch cricket. I didn't feel like cooking just for myself, so I came over," Kavitha replied.

Prameela laughed. "Alright! Tell me what to cook then."

"Whatever you're making is fine," Kavitha said, then leaned in. "But what happened yesterday?"

"What do you mean?" Prameela asked.

Kavitha glanced around and whispered, "You know, that boy who followed you--he got on the same bus, right? Did he do anything?"

"Nothing happened," Prameela said flatly.

"Hmm... he followed you all the way home without doing anything?" Kavitha teased with a sly grin.

Prameela jolted. "All the way home!?"

"Mhm. Look out the window if you want," Kavitha said. Prameela went to the window, parted the curtain slightly, and peeked out.

There he was, standing right across from the house. Her heart skipped a beat, and she snapped the curtain shut.

A faint tremble started in her legs. Noticing it, Kavitha asked, "What's wrong?"

Unable to hide it anymore, Prameela pulled her into the kitchen and spilled everything that had happened the day before. After hearing it all, Kavitha laughed. "No wonder he's here again!"

"Tell me how to get rid of him, please!" Prameela pleaded, flustered.

"Why get rid of him? You could just enjoy yourself!" Kavitha said.

"Shut up! I'm already dying of shame over yesterday," Prameela snapped.

Kavitha sighed, "Hmph... Just give him what he wants once. It'll scratch your itch, and he'll get his fill too. Don't let a good opportunity slip away. It's fun with a boy that age," she said, lost in her own excitement.

Prameela eyed her suspiciously. Catching her look, Kavitha grinned. "I haven't been that lucky yet. If I were, you think I'd let it go like you? I'd be at it every day."

Prameela sank into thought. The mere idea of giving in to him set her body ablaze. Her nipples stiffened. A hot sigh escaped her lips without her meaning it to.

Seeing her state, Kavitha said, "Your husband won't be back till evening anyway. I'll take Ravi out for a couple of hours on some excuse. You enjoy yourself."

Prameela lowered her head. "I'm scared."

"It's always like that at first. Just go for it," Kavitha urged.

"Ravi's studying. You think he'll go out?" Prameela asked.

"Leave him to me. If you say you'll stay with that boy, I'll drag your son out myself. Deal?" Kavitha teased.

Prameela stayed silent, head bowed. Kavitha chuckled.

"Got it. Be careful--he's young, don't scare him off. Bye!" She headed to Ravi's room and called, "Hey! I've got some work outside--wanna come?"

He perked up instantly. "Okay, Aunty!"

As they left together, Kavitha threw Prameela a knowing gesture.

They were gone, but Prameela still felt uneasy. She knew if she invited him in even once, he'd keep coming back every day. "Should I call him in or not?" she wondered, stepping to the window again to peek out.

He wasn't there. A twinge of disappointment hit her, but she muttered, "Thank goodness..."

Even as she said it, that sweet ache flared up in her body again. "Mmm..." she sighed, glancing out the window once more.

There he was again. Her heart jolted, and she slammed the window shut. It pounded in her chest. "God, why am I torturing myself like this?" she grumbled. Just then, the doorbell rang. She froze.

"It's got to be him. What do I do!?" she thought, as the bell rang again. With no choice left, she walked to the door on shaky legs and opened it. But it was her husband standing there.

Relief washed over her--until she saw Srinu beside him. Her jaw dropped in shock. "What's with that look? Who'd you think it was!?" her husband asked.

Still reeling, she gave a vague "No one!" look.

"You know Brahmaji from the shop next door? This is his son. He asked for some money, so I told him to come home. He sent the kid," her husband explained, stepping inside.

"Come in," he called to Srinu. The boy walked in, head down.

"Sit inside. I'll head to the ATM and be back," he told Srinu, then turned to Prameela. "See if he needs anything."

With that, he left. Prameela looked at Srinu and said, "Come, sit..."

He sat down on a sofa. Prameela knew her husband wouldn't take more than half an hour to return. "If anything happens in that time, he'll catch us for sure. I have to stop this kid somehow. But even if he stops, I don't think I can..." she thought, closing the door and asking softly, "What'll you have?"

He lifted his head and looked at her. There was something unreadable in his eyes. "What if he just climbs on me right here?" she wondered. The thought alone sent a damp heat stirring below.

Laughing at herself--"Looks like I'll lose it before he does"--she pressed, "What's it, Srinu?"

Suddenly, he threw himself at her feet, trembling. "Aunty! Please, Aunty, don't tell my family what happened yesterday. My dad'll kill me!"

Stunned by this unexpected turn, Prameela thought, "Oh God!" She realized the only option was to act maturely--there was no other way out. Forcing down the desire surging within her, she snapped irritably, "Fine! Get up first."

He stood up slowly. "Don't ever do something this stupid again, got it?" she said, her voice laced with anger. He nodded meekly. With a huff of frustration, Prameela stormed inside.

Half an hour later, her husband returned, handed Srinu the money, and the boy left.

After her husband ate and left again, Kavitha showed up with Ravi.

As soon as Ravi went to his room, Kavitha eagerly dragged Prameela into the kitchen. "Mmm... did you enjoy yourself?" she asked with a wicked grin. Prameela sighed deeply.

"Enjoy what?" she muttered, recounting what had happened.

Kavitha let out a disappointed, "Oh no..."

"I'm not upset he's gone," Prameela said. "I'm burning up inside. My husband just sleeps like a log--no spark, no nothing. I used to manage somehow, but since that kid touched me yesterday, I can't hold it in anymore."

Kavitha sighed too. "It's not just your husband--mine's the same."

"I don't know what to do. Guess this is our fate," Prameela said.

Kavitha fell into thought. Suddenly, her face lit up as if struck by a brilliant idea. "How about this!" she said, buzzing with excitement.

"What?" Prameela asked.

"Why chase after random guys? Why worry about ruining our reputation? The ones who can cool us down are right here at home," Kavitha said. Prameela looked puzzled.

Kavitha grinned. "Your son and mine."

"Them!?" Prameela exclaimed, shocked. "They're so young--still kids!"

"Weren't they the same age as that boy who got to you yesterday?" Kavitha countered. That hit Prameela hard, and the wild memory of Srinu in the theater flooded back.

A hot sigh escaped her mind. "You think they'd go for us?" she asked.

"Why not? Your son's clearly into me. I've caught my son eyeing you up plenty of times too. If we nudge them in the right direction, it'll be a feast for us," Kavitha said.

The thought of Kavitha's son, Suraj, popped into Prameela's head--same age as her own son. Imagining his soft hands on her sent a sweet shiver through her body.

Noticing her reaction, Kavitha teased, "What's that? Thinking about my son?" Prameela blushed. Kavitha pinched her cheek. "Just flash that shy look, and he'll..."

She pulled Prameela close as if to crush her playfully, but Prameela pushed back, "Ugh, get off!" blushing harder.

"Fine! Should I take your son instead?" Kavitha quipped.

"We'll figure that out later. How do we even get them on board? They can't suspect we're setting them up--it has to feel like they're the ones making the move," Prameela said.

"True, you're right. Their exams will be over in four days. Let's plan it carefully then," Kavitha replied.

"Ugh, four more days to wait?" Prameela groaned.

"My daughter-in-law can't hold out, huh?" Kavitha teased, laughing.

"And mines the same, isn't she?" Prameela shot back, laughing too.

Just then, Ravi yelled from his room, "Mom! I'm hungry!"

"Alright, let's feed him first," Prameela said, heading out.

As she set the dining table, Ravi came and sat down. Kavitha signaled Prameela with her eyes to watch him. Prameela did--and was stunned. His gaze first lingered on Kavitha's waist, then slid up, teasing the folds of her midriff before settling on her lower belly.

Kavitha had conveniently tugged her saree aside, revealing her navel in all its tempting glory. Ravi swallowed hard, staring. Seeing that, Prameela thought, "Oh my God, kid, you've grown up!"

Then his eyes crept upward, brushing the side of her breast. Sweat had dampened Kavitha's blouse, making it cling provocatively. She'd draped her saree thinly, letting the valley between her breasts show through the tight fabric, her curves practically bursting out.

He devoured them with his eyes, clearly heating up. His behavior made Prameela wonder, "Does Kavitha's son look at me like this too?" The thought alone set her ablaze.

Just then, Kavitha placed a plate in front of him, subtly brushing her breast against his head. He shot up and started to leave. "Where you going!?" Kavitha called.

"Be right back..." he muttered, darting to his room and shutting the door.

Kavitha laughed. "Get it? You know where he went!" she said to Prameela.

"Poor kid! You're teasing him like that, how's he supposed to handle it?" Prameela said, feeling sorry for him.

"If you want, come to my place this evening and rile up my son the same way. Flash a little of your charms if you can--drive him wild," Kavitha said mischievously. Prameela's heat flared at her words.

"God, you're shameless," she said, letting out a small sigh. Seeing her state, Kavitha burst out laughing.

As they bantered, ten minutes later, the sound of Ravi's door creaking open echoed through.

"Shh... let the kid eat," Prameela said.

"Fine, feed him," Kavitha replied, heading to Prameela's room.

Ravi came back, sat quietly, ate what his mother served, and left. After the women ate and cleaned the kitchen, it was 4 PM.

Once done, Kavitha asked, "So, shall we head to my place?"

"Give me ten minutes," Prameela said, slipping into the bathroom for a quick shower.

She emerged in a low-neck blouse and a slightly sheer saree. Kavitha's eyes lit up. "Mmm... looking at you, it's like you're ready to have your wedding night with him today!" she teased.

"Wouldn't that be nice? I'm burning up top to bottom," Prameela replied.

"Alright, let's go. Poor thing, my son..." Kavitha said, stepping out of the room. They told Ravi they were heading out and left for Kavitha's house.