Chapter 82: From dutiful wife to his secret lover.(R-18)

Ragini gasped in surprise to find herself abruptly lifted and settled on top of him.

Rohit’s right hand instantly cupped and squeezed one of her breasts while his mouth sucked harder on the nipple he held. His fingers sank into soft flesh as his tongue brushed around her supple skin.

"Sssss... mmmmmmh~" Her gasp melted into a hiss and moan of pure delight as a tight knot in her chest unraveled.

A deep shiver pulsed through her every time his lips tugged. Hungry for more, she pressed her curves closer to his face, urging him to suck harder.

Rohit was lost in bliss. Her soft breasts enveloped him completely. His breath hitched, but he savored the sweet, luxurious choke.

Glancing up, he saw her eyes closed, cheeks flushed with pleasure. This was the moment he had been waiting for—her ideals always blocked the way, but if he played it right, tonight it would escalate.

Rohit buried his face in her soft breasts, voice muffled against her skin. "Mom, I think I’m getting addicted to this... They’re so soft."

He deliberately said "Mom" to make her accept her role for what was coming next, his breath held as he waited for her response.

Ragini slid her fingers through his hair, gently tilting his head back. "Don’t worry, son," she whispered, voice warm and teasing, "they’re all yours now."

Rohit grinned. The word "son" set him on fire.

He cupped one breast tightly; even his bandaged arm moved to knead the other. They jiggled like marshmallows under his grip.

He brought both nipples together and sucked them at once, taking in as much as he could.

Plop

Plop

He sucked harder with eager hunger, occasionally biting just enough to make her moan and gasp.

All he could see was a pair of pale, supple mounds—their smooth skin and stiff pink tips driving him wild as he molded them however he pleased.

His mouth watered as he switched from one to the other, sucking greedily, trying to draw out whatever faint milk remained.

This was utterly surreal. She wasn’t just the woman next door. She was the daughter of a billionaire, a member of the untouchable Singhania family, a mother whose daughters were already adults.

She belonged to the one percent, the echelon of wealth and power that wouldn’t spare any other male a glance. Yet here he was, latched onto her breast like a starving beast.

I bet I’m the only one who can see her this way from now,

a fierce pride burning in his chest.

He bit her nipple and taunted, "So this is what your husband missed out on."

"Aanhhh~"

Shame and heat flooded her face. "Please... don’t say that."

Rohit felt a savage thrill. This was the exact adrenaline he craved, the intoxicating rush of conquest.

He drove his free hand down, cupping both her plump ass cheeks one by one, and added with a voice full of hunger, "Why? Isn’t he the blind moron to abandon a sexy wife... like this?"

He sucked her breast again with more force, savoring the little milk that came, his tongue circling the slippery nipple and areola slowly and deliberately.

Ragini covered her eyes with one hand while the other stayed braced on the bed for balance, caught between desire and uncertainty, unsure how to respond.

As his fingers began unfurling her gown from behind, his voice turned low and commanding. "Mom, you need to shed that past. To do that, you have to accept it for what it is. Your husband’s a fool who threw away perfection for trash. It’s time to break free—be mine tonight."

A deep, primal heat ignited inside Ragini as his hands neared her waistline.

Though she couldn’t bear to show her face, she stayed on top, giving him full access—though the gown caught at her hanging breasts.

Rohit gently laid her back onto the pillows, her hands pressing her breasts together as she hid her face behind trembling fingers.

She asked one last time, voice small and pleading, barely above a whisper. "Please stop, Rohit... we will regret it."

He firmly moved her hands away, revealing skin blazing red with heat and shame.

His voice came low, rough with emotion, eyes locked on hers. "I’m sorry, Mom... you want me as your son, but I can only love you as a woman. I know you need this. Accept it... accept me as your ’lover’ son. I will never leave you alone and keep loving you."

He leaned in for a deep kiss and commanded, "Tonight, embrace the new you, Mom. Be free... be mine.. only mine."

Her last resistance dissolved. Rohit swiftly peeled away the gown and lace bra. Her bare, pale skin glistened in the red glow of the room.

He kissed her cheeks, rubbed his lips along her chin while squeezing her breasts.

"Mmmnh..." A soft moan escaped her lips, but she didn’t take her eyes off Rohit, who was kissing and licking her body as if it were the most delicious meal.

He trailed kisses from between her cleavage down to her navel, and then lower, to her abdomen.

Ragini shivered, quickly closing her legs as she asked, half-laughing, half-afraid, "Rohit, do you even know what you’re doing?"

"No," he admitted. "But I know I don’t want to stop."

She knew he was lying, but his willingness broke something open inside her—a warmth that felt dangerously close to peace.

Her legs’ strength wavered, and he pressed them wide open. He raised her legs, tugged her panties aside, and was thrilled to see her canal dripping wet with juices. It was pink and shaved.

He said, "So lovely," and leaned forward. In his mind, he had already expected this from a woman of such strict standards—her aroma was inviting.

Ragini, in fear and embarrassment, stopped his head again. "What are you doing? It’s dirty."

But Rohit smirked. "Nothing is dirty if it’s you."

He leaned in again, forcefully, and his tongue made contact.

A jolt of electricity ran from her spine to her tailbone. It was a feeling she had never felt. Not even her husband nor her past college boyfriend had ever done this for her. She remembered how she was always expected to serve, but this was the first time someone was serving her.

"Oh, Rohit," she whimpered, face flushed. It was the first time she had called his name in pleasure, and the sound itself was a confession.

She watched him with ragged breaths and shallow gasps, shame and need mingling like cheap champagne. Rohit looked less like a man devouring her and more like an artisan polishing his finest jewel.

Slurp

Slurp

The wet, intimate sounds filled the room—frantic slurping mixed with sharp, quick sucks as he drew out every drop of her surrender.

She grabbed her own curves, eyes closing as the throbbing sensation overwhelmed her. He wasn’t just licking—he was mapping her, worshipping every fold.

He chuckled, the rumble vibrating against her wet skin, then pressed the tip of his tongue hard against her dripping entrance.

"Anhhhhhhhh~"

A desperate, high-pitched moan tore from her throat. Her hands shot to his hair—not pushing away, but pulling him closer, demanding more.

"Aanh~... Rohit... haaanh~ My son... keep doing... don’t stop... oooh... mmmph~ Anh~"

His slippery tongue traced her sensitive seam with focused intensity. Her hips bucked involuntarily. Shame dissolved; pleasure took over.

Rohit reached up, grabbing her breasts, teasing her nipples through his fingers.

"Anh~ Anh~"

Her legs clamped around his head, squeezing tight. Back arching, hands gripping the sheets, she moaned louder—spurring him deeper.

"Haanngh~ ughh~"

Quiver

Squirt

A raw cry ripped from her chest. Her body convulsed; she gushed onto his face. The orgasm hit like a blow—powerful, shuddering, unlike anything in her life.

Exhausted, she panted, "hah... hah..."

She looked at Rohit—her son, or her shameless lover, perhaps—with relief and disbelief.

How could he be this good?

But there was no time to think. Rohit moved forward for a kiss.

As Rohit leaned in, his mouth—still drenched with her essence—met hers in a deep, messy, forbidden kiss. It felt like a transfer of energy, sealing his claim on her.

His hand squeezed her breasts as he moved to her red-tinged nipples, sucking and enjoying them again.

Ragini felt an intoxicating mix of exhaustion and fierce, demanding hunger pulsing between her legs. He had served her perfectly, broken her open—now the woman neglected for decades vibrated with primal need.

Plop.

She pulled her curves back from his mouth, eyes dark and glittering with lust. Memories of past lovers vanished under the intensity of Rohit’s devotion.

"Enough, baby..." she purred, eyes locked on his. "Mommy’s hungry now. Your turn to milk it."

With a sudden surge of need, she used her weight and adrenaline to flip him hard onto his back.

Rohit was caught off guard at first, but then he grinned and relaxed, letting her take charge.

She kissed his forehead tenderly and peeled off his T-shirt.

Chu

slurp

slurp

She kissed his chest, latched onto his nipples, while her soft hands slid down his abdomen to his tented shorts. She tugged them open, freeing his thick, eight-inch length.

"You’re right, honey," she murmured, gaze fixed on his twitching cock, voice sultry and low. "My husband could never compare to yours... not even close."

She leaned down, swallowing his balls with wild hunger, then licked his shaft from base to tip before smiling up at him. "And I’m lucky to have this tonight."

Rohit smirked, but his composure melted as her tongue worshipped his sensitive length, each stroke sending electric jolts through him.

Her wet tongue traced every contour with deliberate precision, teasing out beads of precum she savored without hesitation. Her bold, sexy gaze made his heart race.

"Wh-why only tonight?" he managed, voice rough with desire. "Let’s make this a daily ritual."

Ragini paused, grip tightening around his shaft, eyes glinting with seduction and challenge. "You sure you want to make love to this older woman every night?"

Her voice dripped sultry heat—a sharp contrast to her usual motherly warmth—daring him to match her.

"Why not?" Rohit grinned, undaunted. "Besides, you’re not old. Girls my age can’t match your beauty."

Ragini’s smile deepened, cheeks flushing at the compliment.

With slow, teasing motions, she parted her lips wider, tongue swirling over the sensitive tip. Both hands stroked in steady rhythm, making him squirm as she pushed him toward the edge.

Rohit’s mind spun.

Damn, that’s why I love milfs—experienced enough to hit every right spot.

Her lips stretched wider, trying to take him deeper. She gagged slightly—his size overwhelming—but she didn’t stop, pushing further.

Her saliva and tongue made him slick and smooth, sending shivers through his core.

"Urgh~" Rohit groaned, clutching the sheets to hold himself back, desperate to make the moment last.

Her soft breasts brushed his knees, sparking a need he couldn’t ignore. He sat up, trying to grab and squeeze her full curves, touch eager and hungry.

Ragini’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she kept stroking him, tongue flicking teasingly at his tip. "You like my breasts that much?" she purred in sultry taunt.

Rohit rolled his eyes, grinning. "Damn, you’re such a tease." Her light, naughty giggle only turned up the heat.

He squeezed her breasts again, voice low and honest. "Yeah... they’re perfect. I think I’m hooked."

Ragini tilted her head, sly smile spreading. "Let’s try something new," she said softly, pushing him back down with a gentle hand.

She guided his shaft between her soft, pale curves, pressing them together to wrap him in warm, silky heat.

Rohit’s heart pounded, breath catching. This was his weakness—and she fucking knew it. "Fuck," he muttered, "how the hell is she this good?"

Ragini smirked as she adored his expression. She pressed her soft breasts around his shaft again, leaning in to give the tip a slow, teasing lick. Rohit’s face tightened as he fought to hold back, but she took him into her mouth, lips squeezing gently.

She sucked him hard for a few rhythmic strokes.

Already on the edge, this final move broke him.

He grabbed her head, releasing waves of thick load into her mouth. Ragini swallowed it all, a few drops slipping past her lips. She wiped them away with a finger and looked up with genuine care. "You like that?" she asked softly.

Rohit grinned, catching his breath. "Loved it."

He opened his right arm, inviting her close.

She leaned into his embrace, soft body pressing against his as his hands slid down her back. He leaned in for a kiss; she melted into it before pulling back slightly. "Rohit, how do you know so much? Got a girlfriend?" she teased, eyes sparkling.

Rohit frowned, chuckling. "What? No... no, it’s just some educational videos and news posts. I swear."

Ragini smirked, nudging his ear playfully. "Naughty boy... I’ll teach you myself." Then she kissed him again. At that moment, she felt a stir in her stomach. She looked down and gasped softly. "It’s still hard?"

Rohit’s grin widened. "All your charm, sweetheart."

She sat up, fixing her hair bun with a confident smile. "Good."

Leaning down, she took him into her mouth again, slicking him with slow, deliberate licks until he was rock-hard.

Rising, she positioned herself above him, voice a sultry whisper. "Tonight, Rohit... I want you to make love to me."

Rohit could only smirk as he finally turned her from dutiful wife to his secret lover. The one who is truly devoted to him alone.