Mallika came into the living room at 11 PM, after seeing Dad off at the airport for his month-long trip to Dallas. I was lounging on the couch, my laptop open, tracking an online order for red thongs, lacy G-strings, micro skirts, sheer babydolls, fishnet stockings, and a pair of velvet-lined handcuffs; all for her. My cock twitched in my jeans at the mere thought of our month-long fuck fest. She sat beside me, her T-shir...

I woke up late; the clock ticked 9:00 AM, and my body was heavy with the aftermath of last night’s fuck fest. The room reeked of raw sex, Mallika’s musky juices, my cum, and the sharp perfume of lube lingering in the air. She was gone, her hotness missing from my bed; however, her black thong still hung around my neck like a trophy. I brought it to my nose, taking a deep sniff. The scent of her pussy hit me like cocaine;...

Mallika lay wide open on my bed; her voluptuous body was a sin to see. Her black thong was soaked in her juice and barely clinging to her dripping pussy, her lacy bra caging her heaving breasts. I knelt between her parted legs, my nine-inch cock was rock-hard as I lay it on her chubby tummy. The tip rested well above her navel, and even I was shocked to see how deep it would go. “Mommy, look at this monster,” I bragged. “...

The kitchen reeked of an illicit make-out session. Mallika’s sweet juices still lingered on my tongue as I leaned against the counter, catching my breath. Her sundress was slightly askew, and she was blushing with satisfaction. I grabbed my phone and made a quick call to the nearest gym, booking us a session for later that afternoon. “We’re doing this, OK?” I said, winking. “Time to start that transformation,” Mallika sai...

The next morning, I woke up late. I glanced at the clock, 11:30 AM. Shit, I'd overslept again. The house felt unusually quiet, no clatter from the kitchen or footsteps. Mallika must be out, I thought, my mind drifted back to yesterday's hand job at her bedroom door. My cock jerked at the memory, her slick hand, her whispers, fuck, that was awesome. The kitchen was empty; however, there was a note on the counter: "Out for...

The next morning, I woke with a knot in my stomach, and the memory of last night’s kiss was still fresh. My dad was gone on a business trip, and I couldn’t escape my guilt. I pictured Mallika still on the couch, her blue eyes blazing with anger, ready to tear into me for crossing a line that should never have been touched. I stayed holed up in my room, too scared to face her, too ashamed to go to college. The thought of h...

I'm Vihaan, 21 years old, living in a leafy suburban pocket of Mumbai, where the chaos of the city doesn't reach. My dad is a wealthy businessman with ventures in different Asian countries, and is rarely home. My parents divorced when I was 10, leaving behind a fractured family and a never-ending line of stepmothers. Now, at 55, my dad's chasing love again, recently marrying Mallika, a 36-year-old divorcee with an engagin...