Would you like to inspect the original subtitles? These are the user uploaded subtitles that are being translated: Nayan was in the kitchen, her eyes glued to the cooking pot as the aroma of spices wafted through the air. The sizzling of oil and the occasional pop of a spice was the only sound that pierced the silence. Her son, Viki, sauntered in with a smug grin, his phone gripped tightly in his hand. He leaned against the counter, watching her intently. "What's for dinner, Mom?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of something she couldn't quite place. Nayan looked up, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. She was tired from a long day at work and the last thing she needed was his sass. "Your favorite," she replied curtly, trying to ignore the feeling of his gaze on her. "Chicken tikka masala." Viki's eyes narrowed, his grin widening as he tapped away on his phone. "You know, I saw something really interesting last night," he said casually. Nayan's heart skipped a beat, her grip on the wooden spoon tightening. She had hoped he hadn't seen her, but apparently, she was wrong. "What was it, Viki?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. He held up his phone, the screen showing a blurry video. Nayan's eyes widened in horror as she recognized herself in it, her body tangled with another man's, both of them lost in the throes of passion. She had thought she had been so careful, but apparently, she had been wrong. "I think you should sit down," Viki said, his voice cold and calculated. "We need to have a little talk." --- Nayan's stomach churned as she took a seat at the dining table, her eyes never leaving her son's face. He had caught her in the most intimate of moments, a secret she had hoped would stay buried forever. The room felt smaller, the air thick with tension as Viki sat opposite her, the evidence of her indiscretion still playing out on the screen. "You know, Mom," he began, his voice eerily calm, "I never knew you had such a wild side." Nayan felt the color drain from her cheeks. She had always been careful, always made sure that her extramarital affairs remained a secret. But now, it was all out in the open, and she was at her son's mercy. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Viki leaned back in his chair, his eyes dark and hungry. "Well, I've been thinking," he said, his tone dropping to a seductive purr. "Maybe it's time we get to know each other a little better." --- The days that followed were a blur of denial and despair for Nayan. She avoided Viki as much as possible, but every time their paths crossed, she felt his eyes on her, undressing her with every glance. It was as if he could see straight through her, and it made her skin crawl. One evening, as she sat in the living room watching TV, Viki joined her. His father had gone out for his weekly poker night, leaving them alone in the house. Nayan's heart raced as she felt his eyes on her again, his gaze lingering on her breasts as they rose and fell with every breath she took. --- "You have such a sexy body, Mom," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Nayan stiffened, her eyes glued to the screen. "Please, Viki," she begged, her voice cracking. "Don't do this to me." But he was relentless, his hand inching closer to her thigh. "Your hips, they're so curvy," he continued, his voice dropping an octave. "And your pussy... so thick and hairy. It's a fucking turn-on." Nayan's cheeks burned with humiliation. She had always been proud of her natural beauty, but now it felt like a curse, a weapon her own son was using against her. She had to find a way out of this, before it was too late. But as she looked into his hungry eyes, she realized that her protests were only fueling his desire. "I saw how much you enjoyed it with him," Viki said, his voice low and dangerous. "But now, it's my turn." Nayan's eyes filled with tears, her body trembling with fear. "Please, Viki," she pleaded. "I'm your mother." He leaned in closer, his hot breath tickling her ear. "But you're also a slut, aren't you?" The words stung, but she knew he had a point. After all, she had been the one to betray her husband, to give in to her desires with another man. And now, she was paying the price. --- The next evening, Viki waited until his father had left before making his move. He approached Nayan with a wild look in his eyes, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. She flinched at his touch, but didn't pull away. "Let me kiss you," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Nayan felt a strange mix of disgust and arousal, the power dynamics twisting her emotions into a tangled knot. She closed her eyes and nodded, unable to refuse him. --- The kiss was explosive, Viki's lips claiming hers with a passion that surprised them both. His tongue pushed into her mouth, tangling with hers as his hands roamed her body. Nayan moaned against his mouth, the years of pent-up tension and guilt mixing with the intoxicating feeling of being desired by her own son. --- One day, as she stepped out of the shower, Viki was waiting for her, his eyes locked on her naked form. "Let me see it," he demanded, his voice a harsh growl. Nayan's knees trembled as she spread her legs, revealing her thick, unshaved pussy to him. He licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "So perfect," he murmured, his hand reaching out to trace the wet folds. --- Nayan's resolve crumbled as he touched her, his fingers delving into her warmth. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But as his touch grew more insistent, she found herself responding, her body betraying her. She knew she couldn't stop him now, not when he had the power to destroy her marriage and her life with a single click of his phone. --- The bathroom door clicked shut behind them, muffling the sound of their heavy breathing. Viki pushed her against the cool tiles, his body pressing into hers as he kissed her neck, his hands exploring her curves. Nayan gasped as he grabbed her hips, pulling her closer, his hardness evident against her stomach. --- Without warning, he entered her, his thick cock pushing into her tight, wet pussy. Nayan's legs gave out, but Viki held her up, his grip like steel. He fucked her hard, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that echoed through the small room. She bit her lip to stifle her moans, not wanting to admit how good it felt, how much she needed this release. --- But as Viki's pace grew more frantic, she could no longer hold back. Her cries filled the air, mixing with the sound of the water running in the shower. She felt herself climbing higher and higher, until she reached the peak, her body shuddering with the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. --- Viki's grip tightened, his own release following shortly after. He pulled out of her, their breaths mingling in the steamy air. Nayan slumped against the wall, her legs barely able to support her as she felt the hot spurt of his cum on her thigh. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Her own son had taken her in the most intimate way possible, and she had let him. "I knew you'd come around," Viki said, his voice smug as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Nayan looked down at her trembling body, her legs still spread, her pussy glistening with their combined juices. The days turned into weeks, and Nayan found herself succumbing to Viki's demands more and more. Each time he touched her, she felt a mix of revulsion and an undeniable thrill. It was as if she had been hypnotized, unable to resist the temptation of his youthful vigor. She knew it was wrong, but her body craved the taboo pleasure that only he could provide. One night, as they lay tangled in the sheets, their breathing still ragged from their latest encounter, Viki leaned over her, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You know what would be even hotter, Mom?" he whispered, his hand playing with her still-sensitive clit. Nayan's pulse quickened. "What?" she asked, her voice barely above a breath. "What if Dad found out?" The mere thought sent a shiver down her spine. Her husband had always been a traditional man, one who would never forgive such a transgression. Yet, the idea of being caught, the risk of it all, made her heart race in a way she had never felt before. --- Viki's hand slid down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip before sliding between her thighs. "Would you let me do you right in front of him?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. "Would you let me show him who you really belong to?" --- Nayan's eyes widened, the thought both terrifying and exhilarating. "Viki," she protested weakly, "that's going too far." He chuckled darkly. "Is it really?" he countered. "You're already fucking your son. What's one more person to the mix?" --- The words hung in the air, heavy with temptation. Nayan's mind raced with images of her husband walking in, watching as Viki claimed her again and again. It was wrong, so very wrong, but she couldn't deny the dark allure of the idea. --- As the days passed, the tension grew. Nayan could feel Viki's eyes on her every time her husband was around, the unspoken threat of exposure a constant presence in the room. She knew that one day, her son would push her too far, would demand the ultimate act of submission. And she wasn't sure if she had the strength to refuse him.9337