As I hurried home from a long day of classes. I couldn't help but feel a need to jerk off, as I pushed open the door to our modest apartment. "Maa, I'm home," I called out, dropping my backpack by the door. "No need to shout, beta. Ma kitchen me hu," her voice echoed back and very soft. I made my way to the kitchen, where she was preparing dinner. As I leaned against the doorway, watching her move with such elegance, I couldn't help but notice her body. Her sari hugged her curves in all the right places, and I felt a stirring in my groin. This feeling wasn't a mother son feeling but rather a male and female feeling. "Ravi, why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, turning to face me with a playful smile. "jao hath muh dholo, ma khana laga deti hu." I nodded, my mind filled with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. As I headed to the bathroom, I couldn't shake the images of her body from my mind. I locked the door and let my hand wander to my growing dick, stroking myself as I imagined her touching me, her soft hands exploring my body. Just as I was about to cum, a sudden knock at the door startled me. "Ravi, kya tum theek ho? bhut time laga dia andar," Mom's voice called out, laced with concern. "Y-yes, just a minute," I stammered, quickly tucking myself back into my pants. I splashed some water on my face and took a deep breath before opening the door. "Ravi, what were you doing in there?" she asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "You look flushed." "I... I was just... cleaning my eyes, something got in it," I mumbled, pushing past her to the dining room. As we sat down to eat, there was a certain tension in the room. I could feel her eyes on me, studying me, and it made me even more uncomfortable, thinking that my own mother had caught me masturbating. After dinner, I went to my room, trying to lose myself in a book, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't shake the feeling that mom knew i was jerking off after seeing her. The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my mother's voice calling my name. "Ravi, uth jao! You have classes today." I groaned and rolled out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth, I heard the door open and Mom's footsteps approach. I turned to see her standing there, her expression a mix of anger and something else I couldn't quite place. "Ravi, I need to talk to you," she said, her voice firm. "I heard you last night. I know what you were doing." My heart raced as I met her gaze. "Maa, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to" "Didn't mean to what, Ravi?" she interrupted, her voice sharp. "Tum bade ho gye ho. You need to control yourself." I felt a wave of shame wash over me, but there was also a spark of something else maybe excitement. "I know, Maa. I'm sorry." She took a step closer, her eyes locked on mine. "You know, when I was your age, things were different. We didn't have the same freedoms. But that doesn't mean you can just do whatever you want." I nodded, unable to speak as she reached out and touched my cheek, her fingers soft and gentle. "I'm sorry, Mom. I won't do it again." Her eyes softened, and she leaned in closer, her breath warm on my face. "You know, Ravi, sometimes it's okay to explore. Just... just be careful." I felt a surge of desire, my body responding to her proximity. "Mom, I....." Before I could finish, she pressed her lips to mine, a soft, tentative kiss that sent shockwaves through my body. I hesitated for a moment, then kissed her back, my hands reaching out to pull her closer. She broke away, her eyes wide with surprise and something more. "Ravi, we can't" "Mom, please," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. "I need this." She hesitated for a moment longer, then nodded, her hands reaching for my belt. "Okay, beta. But just this once." But this can never happen again, im doing this only to make sure you are taken care of. I watched as she unzipped my pants, her fingers brushing against my growing bulge. She wrapped her hand around my dick, her touch firm and sure. I let out a moan, my hips bucking as she began to stroke me, her hand moving in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through my body. "Mom, that feels so good," I gasped, my hands reaching out to feel her milky tits. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire. "You like that, beta? You like it when Maa touches you?" I nodded, unable to speak as she continued to stroke me, her hand moving faster and faster. I could feel the pressure building, my body tensing as I neared the edge. "Maa mera hone vala ha," I warned, my voice strained. She smiled, her hand moving even faster. "Come for me, beta. Let me see you." With a final stroke, I exploded, my cum spilling over her hand and feet. She continued to stroke me gently, milking every last drop of pleasure from my body. I collapsed against her, my breathing ragged. "Mom, that was... incredible." She smiled, her fingers playing with my semen. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, beta. But remember, this is just between us. No one else can know." I nodded, a sense of contentment washing over me. "I won't tell anyone, Mom. I promise." The next day, as I walked home from classes, I couldn't shake the memory of what had happened. I found myself hoping it would happen again, but I also knew that it was a line we shouldn't cross. As I pushed open the door to our apartment, I was greeted by the familiar aroma of spices and the sound of my mother's voice. "Ravi, I'm glad you're home. I need to talk to you," she called out from the kitchen. I made my way to her, my heart racing with anticipation. "What is it, Mom?" [Come back again to see if Ravi gets another shot at her mother or if this is the ende]