Swapped Mischief

By the time they reached city, it was 6 a.m. They took a taxi from there, arriving at Kavita's village by 9.

As they entered, Prameela and Ravi were mesmerized by the place. Surrounded by hills, lush gardens, a sea hugging the base of the cliffs, and a temple perched atop the hill--it felt like another world.

Staring at the temple, Prameela asked, "What temple is that?" "It's not really a temple," Kavita explained. "Some king built it, but after it was finished, they said the architecture wasn't right and never installed the deity.

The villagers still go up there sometimes for picnics, though." "Can we go, Aunty?" Ravi asked, buzzing with excitement.

She glanced at him with a sly smile and said, "Sure, we'll go..." dripping with playful undertones.

Amid their chatter, they reached Kavita's house. Her parents were overjoyed to see them. They assigned two upstairs rooms--one for the boys and one for the women.

The boys dashed into one room together. As they unpacked their luggage in the other, Kavita whispered, "Let's switch partners tonight when we get the chance."

"What do you mean?" Prameela asked, puzzled.

"I'll slip into your son's room, and you go to mine," she said with a naughty grin.

"Ohh!" Prameela exclaimed, pinching Kavita's butt.

Kavita yelped, "Ouch..." but stopped herself mid-scream and teased, "Did you pinch my son like that last night? Is that why he yelled so loud?"

"No," Prameela said, giggling.

"Then what happened?" Kavita pressed. Prameela recounted the incident.

Hearing it, Kavita gasped, "You monster! Are you going to rip my son's apart and stuff it inside you or what?"

"Calm down," Prameela replied. "I'll find a moment to soothe his pain, won't I?"

"Do it quick, girl," Kavita urged.

"He told me to do it himself," Prameela said, laughing as she recalled the bus moment.

Just as Kavita was about to reply, someone called her from downstairs. "Be right back," she said, heading out.

On her way down, she peeked into the boys' room and saw only her son. "Where's Ravi?" she asked.

"He just went to the bathroom," Suraj replied. That sparked an idea in Kavita's mind.

"Hey, I'm heading downstairs. Check if Aunty needs anything in the next room," she said. The moment she spoke, Suraj bolted eagerly into Prameela's room. As he went in, Kavita silently latched his room's door from the outside, smirking to herself as she descended.

When Suraj entered Prameela's room, she was pulling clothes from a suitcase on the bed. He crept up behind her quietly, wrapping his arms gently around her waist. She nearly yelped but caught herself, whispering, "Let go! Someone might come..."

"Your son's in the bathroom, and my mom went downstairs. No one's coming for at least fifteen minutes," he said, tightening his grip.

Though she didn't really want to break free, she pretended to struggle, turning to face him and saying, "Not now..."

"Even if you say no, I won't agree," he insisted, hugging her harder and kneading her butt.

She sighed, "Mmm..." and murmured tenderly, "Even my own husband never squeezed me like this, you know."

He kept massaging her, grinning. "That's why I'm here..." he teased.

"What's so special about you, huh?" she asked, savoring his touch.

"You felt my specialty in the bus last night, didn't you?" he replied.

"Mmm... pretty impressive," she said with a coy smile.

"Aunty, take it off... I want to see how you look without clothes," he urged.

"Oh, someone's craving..." she laughed. "Ohh! Your laugh is so cute, Aunty..." he said, leaning in to nibble her lips.

She dodged, stepping back, but the bed blocked her, and she fell onto it flat on her back. He tumbled down with her. The weight of him on top drew a sweet moan from her as she pressed him close.

He eagerly crushed her beneath him, muttering, "Aunty... Aunty..." in a frantic daze, showering her face with kisses. His flurry of kisses sent shivers through her body.

After a wild burst of kissing, he paused for a moment to catch his breath. Unable to wait even that long, Prameela lifted her head, reaching for his lips.

He pulled back teasingly. "Pch..." she huffed, glaring at him with mock annoyance. Grinning, he leaned down, brushing his lips against hers.

The instant their four lips met, time seemed to freeze for them. Savoring the sensation, they lingered like that for a few seconds before she gently traced his lip with the tip of her tongue.

That touch jolted them both. They parted for a split second, locking eyes. Unable to hold back any longer, they pressed their lips together again.

Her soft lips melted between his, yielding to his pressure. In between, she delicately wet his lips with her tongue. He released her lips, catching the tip of her tongue with his own and sucking gently.

She moaned, "Mmm..." and slid her tongue deeper into his mouth, brushing against his. Their tongues tangled in a fervent dance, twisting and teasing as they rolled across the bed, each trying to climb atop the other. In that struggle, their heated bodies burned hotter, and only one path seemed left to cool them down.

As if agreeing on it, they paused, smiled at each other, and caught their breath. "What should we do?" he asked, sitting astride her.

"What'll you do?" she replied, laughing through her panting. In their rolling, her pallu had slipped aside, and her curves peeked enticingly from her jacket, captivating him.

He placed his hands on them, pressing gently. With a bewitching smile, she gestured as if to say, "Take it off..." He kept squeezing softly, moving his fingers to the hooks and undoing them one by one.

As he worked, she bit her lower lip with her front teeth, eyes closed, giggling to herself. Her laughter fueled his desire even more. In that frenzy, he alternated between unhooking and leaning in to nibble her cheek. His bites drew soft, blissful moans from her.

After undoing all the hooks, he pressed himself over her and bit her lip sharply. She gasped, "Sss..." and purred, "You rascal..." in a dazed tone. Her intoxicated voice drove him wilder. He slipped his hand under her back, fumbling to unhook her bra.

But he couldn't manage it. He looked at her pleadingly, as if begging for help. She gave him a mischievous glance and licked her lips with her tongue. That was it--he grabbed her bra straps and yanked hard. They snapped, and her breasts sprang free.

He paused his assault for a moment, peeling off his T-shirt. In that gap, she shoved her bra aside. Then, gazing fondly at his bare chest, she pulled him down, pressing her nipples against his.

A surge like electricity shot through him. "How's that, huh?" she asked, lightly grazing his nipples with hers.

As she teased, he trembled with desire, gasping, "Aunty..."

She kissed his lips once and whispered, "If we take off the rest, we can finish what we started..." But his body was already drenched in sweat from the heat of the moment, his shaking hands long past obeying him.

Noticing his state, she slid her hand between them, reaching to tug his shorts down when...

A loud ring from her phone shattered the moment. Startled, she froze mid-action and glanced toward the phone on the table. He followed her gaze.

"Oh no, someone's calling, get up..." she muttered, trying to push Suraj away.

"Ugh, you can check it later, Aunty..." he protested, pulling her closer and burying his face between her breasts, nuzzling eagerly.

"Oh, wait, please..." she said, but as he kept teasing her, a wave of pleasure washed over her, and she pressed his head tighter against her chest. Just then, the phone stopped ringing.

Noticing the silence, Pramila let out a soft "Mmm..." and, stroking his hair, guided one of her breasts toward his mouth. He eagerly latched on, sucking greedily, while she slipped her hand into his shorts, pulling his arousal free and gently squeezing it.

In response, he nibbled lightly on her nipple, his hand tugging her saree upward. She helped him, lifting the saree along with her petticoat up to her waist. In one swift move, he slid his hand between her thighs, brushing against her flower, already slick with desire.

As his fingers explored her wetness, her arousal surged even more.

Breathing heavily, she parted her thighs wider and whispered, "Not your fingers, put this in..." guiding his hardness to her entrance.

His arousal throbbed with excitement as he groaned, "Aunty!" and began to push forward.

But just then, her phone blared again, the sound yanking her out of her haze. In a flash, she shoved him aside.

"Aunty!" he groaned, frustrated. "One second, dear... let me see who it is and switch it off," she said, scrambling to her feet and grabbing the phone. It was her husband calling.

Seeing his name on the screen made her heart lurch. Even though he wasn't there, guilt flooded her, as if she'd been caught red-handed. Could she even answer and sound normal? She wasn't sure.

After a moment's hesitation, she answered softly, "Hello..." From the other end, her husband's voice came in a rush: "What's going on? Did you reach safely? Why didn't you call? What's Ravi up to?"

Before she could respond, Suraj crept up behind her, lifting her saree and pressing his warm hardness between her hips. The sudden sensation made her let out an involuntary "Mmm..." "What's that? Why are you moaning like that? Are you okay?" her husband asked, concern in his voice.

Meanwhile, Suraj pressed harder, his hands finding her breasts and squeezing them with fervor. Unable to hold back, she gasped, "Ohh!"

"What happened!?" her husband demanded.

Panicking, she pushed Suraj away and stammered, "Nothing, dear! I didn't sleep last night. I was just dozing off when you called."

"Oh, alright then. Call me after you wake up," he said, hanging up. Prameela set the phone down on the table and spun toward Suraj, fuming. "Do you even have any sense!?" she snapped.

He grinned cheekily, "Nope, Aunty... seeing you like this drives me crazy." He stepped forward, arms open to pull her into an embrace, but just then, the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs echoed through the room.

In a flash, she darted toward the bathroom nearby, hissing, "Someone's coming, go!" Suraj quickly yanked his shorts up, grabbed his shirt, and bolted to his room.

No sooner had he disappeared than Kavitha walked in.

Seeing him in his room, she asked, "What's this? Didn't you go to Aunty's?" "I just came back, Mom. She went to take a bath," he replied.

As he spoke, Ravi emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around him. Kavitha's eyes lingered on him hungrily before she turned to Suraj and said, "Alright, you go take a bath too."

He nodded obediently and headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

The moment the bathroom door clicked shut, Kavitha locked the room's door with a sly grin, her eyes glinting mischievously as she looked at Ravi.