Rohan’s heart raced as he crept down the hallway, the dim light from the streetlamp outside casting long shadows across the wall. He had been waiting for this moment all day, the anticipation building with each passing hour as he sat through boring lectures and mundane chores. Now, finally, the house was silent, his father off at his business trip and his younger sister tucked away in her room.

He paused outside his mother’s bedroom door, listening for any signs of movement. Nothing. Slowly, he turned the handle and slipped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

The room was bathed in moonlight, the sheer curtains billowing gently in the breeze from the open window. Savita lay on the bed, her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, her chest rising and falling with each slow breath. She was wearing a thin silk nightgown, the material clinging to her curves in all the right places.

Rohan drank in the sight of her, his eyes roaming over her body like a starving man at a feast. He had always found his mother incredibly attractive, but it was more than just physical attraction. There was a deep, primal hunger inside him, a need that only she could satisfy.

He approached the bed, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. Savita stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open as she sensed his presence. She smiled sleepily up at him, her eyes heavy with desire.

“Rohan,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire. “I’ve been waiting for you.”