By the time they reached Kavitha's house, the door was locked.
"What's this? No one's home?" Prameela asked.
"My husband won't be back for a while. Your husband might show up before then, though," Kavitha teased with a sly grin. At that, Prameela gave her a hard pinch on the hip.
"Sss... ouch!" Kavitha yelped. "Don't take out your lust for my son on me, girl..." Before Prameela could retort, Kavitha unlocked the door and darted inside. Prameela followed her in.
In the hall, there was a photo of Kavitha's son, Suraj--an eighteen-year-old with a delicate, youthful charm. "Does he handle things just as gently, or..." Prameela wondered. Just then, Kavitha came up behind her, wrapping her arms around Prameela's waist.
"Don't stare so hard--you'll jinx my boy!" she teased.
"From now on, he's not your son--he's my husband," Prameela shot back, laughing.
Kavitha slid her hands up from Prameela's waist, resting them on her breasts. "So these are ready to be crushed by my son, huh?" she said, giving them a light squeeze.
"Sss..." Prameela hissed. "Oh, don't do that--I won't sleep tonight!" she whined softly.
"God, when you whimper like that, I might climb on you myself instead of letting my boy have you," Kavitha teased, planting a kiss on Prameela's neck.
"Mmm..." Prameela let out a sweet moan. Kavitha kept gently pressing her breasts, trailing kisses from her neck to her cheeks, then inching toward the edges of her lips. Unable to hold back, Prameela turned toward her slowly.
Her lips trembled with desire. That quiver seemed to ignite something in Kavitha too--she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on them. "Ahh!" Prameela gasped, parting her lips slightly. Kavitha took her lower lip between hers and began to suck gently.
Prameela squirmed under her touch, losing herself. Unable to resist, she pulled Kavitha into a tight embrace. Their breasts pressed together, flattening against each other.
Kavitha kept kissing her, sliding her hands down to knead Prameela's hips. Prameela, in turn, crushed Kavitha against her, tangling their tongues in a heated dance. They pressed into each other until they could barely breathe, consumed by a desperate, burning need.
They bit at each other's lips hungrily. Kavitha squeezed Prameela's breast hard. Unable to take it anymore, Prameela slid onto the nearby sofa, pulling Kavitha on top of her. Kavitha devoured her with kisses, climbing over her, about to do more--when the sound of a scooter stopping outside jolted them.
"Oh no! Sounds like Suraj is here!" Kavitha said, leaping off Prameela in a flash. Prameela scrambled up too, hurriedly fixing her clothes.
Just then, Suraj walked in. By that point, Kavitha had slipped into her room. Seeing Prameela, Suraj said, "Hi, Aunty! How long have you been here?"
"J-just now..." Prameela stammered. He gave her an odd look and headed to his room.
Moments later, Kavitha emerged. "What'd your lover boy say?" she whispered in Prameela's ear.
"Ugh, get lost!" Prameela snapped, her cheeks flushing red. Seeing them, Kavitha grinned.
"Alright, go tell him to come out. He'll have some snacks," she said, heading to the kitchen. Prameela had been to his room plenty of times before, but now, it felt different--awkward.
"Why the hesitation? He's just a kid!" she reassured herself, then stepped slowly into his room.
When she entered, Suraj was down to his underwear, having shed his pants and shirt. The youthful vigor of his body bulged through the fabric. Above his underwear, a faint trail of hair glistened below his belly.
Seeing it, Prameela couldn't help but wonder what it'd feel like to touch him there. The thought alone sent a ripple through her panties--she even suspected she might be getting wet.
"What if his hand brushed me there?" she mused. Her nerves buzzed at the idea. Unable to hold back, she called out softly, almost to herself, "Suraj..." her voice thick with longing.
He noticed her then. It didn't faze him that he was in just his underwear--he'd been like that around her plenty of times before. Casually, he said, "What's up, Aunty?"
"Y-your mom's calling you," she said, stumbling over her words again. He gave her another strange look.
"I can't find my shorts, Aunty..." he said with a pout, peering into his wardrobe.
Seeing his expression, she suddenly remembered he was still a kid. A laugh escaped her, and she stepped forward. "Want me to look?"
"Mhm," he mumbled, still pouting. She moved closer, standing beside him at the wardrobe, brushing against him as she rummaged inside.
He leaned in behind her. "Mom'll scold me if I mess up the folds, Aunty."
"Then tell me what to take out," Prameela said. He bent forward slightly.
