Arjun and The Marwadi mother

The humid Bangalore night clung to the air like a second skin, the faint hum of the ceiling fan doing little to cut through the heat. Arjun leaned back on his balcony railing, phone in hand, scrolling aimlessly. The faint glow of his neighbour’s living room light caught his eye.

Soniya. She was up again, probably tending to the baby. He’d noticed her routine over the past few weeks—late-night feeds, soft lullabies, the occasional tired sigh that carried across the quiet neighbourhood.

He hesitated for a moment, then typed out a message.

“Hey, still awake?”

The reply came almost instantly.

“Unfortunately. Baby’s been fussy all night. You?”

Arjun smirked, his fingers flying over the screen.

“Just cooling off. Bangalore summers are brutal. Need company?”

There was a pause, long enough to make him second-guess himself. Then—

“Sure, why not? Come over, but be quiet. The kids are finally asleep.”

His heart leapt. He’d been waiting for an opening like this. Soniya was something else. At 33, she carried herself with a confidence that was hard to ignore. Her traditional Marwadi attire—bright sarees and bangles that jingled with every movement— added to her allure.

And then there was her body—curvy, maternal, real. The kind of woman who made a man’s imagination run wild.

Arjun slipped on his sandals and went downstairs, his heart pounding. He knocked gently on her door, and it opened to reveal Soniya, her hair slightly dishevelled, a sleepy smile on her face. She held a finger to her lips, her eyes darting toward the kids’ room.

“Come in,” she whispered, stepping aside.

The living room was dimly lit, the faint scent of incense lingering in the air. Soniya settled onto the couch, tucking her legs beneath her. Arjun sat across from her, trying to appear casual, but his eyes couldn’t help but wonder.

“So,” she began, her voice low, “what brings you over at this hour?”

He shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d check on you. You’ve been up a lot lately.”

She laughed softly. “That’s the life of a mother. No rest for the weary.”

Their conversation flowed easily—about the heat, the kids, the monotony of daily life. But there was an undercurrent, something unspoken, that hung between them. Arjun could feel it, the tension building with every shared glance, every accidental brush of their hands.

Then, out of nowhere, Soniya yawned, stretching her arms above her head. Her saree shifted slightly, revealing a hint of her midriff. Arjun’s breath caught.

“You’re staring,” she teased, her voice laced with amusement.

He didn’t deny it. “Can’t help it. You’re beautiful.”

She looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. But there was a spark there, curiosity and willingness to explore this dangerous territory. “Careful, Arjun. Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Maybe,” he said, leaning forward slightly, “but honesty might.”

The room fell silent, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. Soniya’s lips parted, and for a moment, it seemed like she might say something. But then she stood, smoothing out her saree.

“I should probably get some sleep,” she said, though her tone suggested she wasn’t entirely convinced.

Arjun stood too, his body inches from hers. “Let me help you with the baby. I’m not tired yet.”

She hesitated, then nodded. “Alright. But don’t blame me if you regret it.”

They walked to the kids’ room, where her youngest was stirring in his crib. Soniya picked him up, cradling him against her chest. Arjun watched, transfixed, as she began to breastfeed, her movements natural, unhurried.

“You’re really good at that,” he said softly.

She looked up, surprised. “It’s just instinct, I guess.”

“Still.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re amazing, Soniya. You know that, right?”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t pull away. “You’re sweet, Arjun. But you should go. This isn’t right.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing against her arm. “Isn’t it?”

The baby finished feeding, and Soniya placed him gently back in the crib. She turned to face Arjun, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

“This is dangerous,” she whispered.

“So tell me to leave,” he said, his voice firm.

She didn’t. Instead, she stepped closer, her body pressing against his. Arjun’s hands found her waist, pulling her in. Their lips met in a fiery kiss that left no room for doubt.

The next morning, the house was quiet. The kids were at school, and her husband was at work. Arjun stood at the door, his heart racing as Soniya pulled him inside.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, but her hands were already unbuttoning his shirt.

He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as he kissed her again. “Then why are you?”

She moaned softly, her body arching against his. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Arjun’s hands wandered, exploring every curve, every inch of her. He pushed her saree up, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her thighs. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Arjun…” she breathed, her voice trembling.

“Say it,” he demanded, his tone firm. “Tell me what you want.”

She hesitated for only a moment before whispering, “I want you. All of you.”

He smiled, his hands moving to her breasts, kneading them gently. “Good girl.”

The air around them was electric, every touch and word intensifying the fire between them. Arjun lowered her onto the couch, his mouth trailing down her neck, her collarbone, and her chest. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, and she let out a soft cry.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

“Yes,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He continued, his hands exploring her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He moved lower, his tongue dipping into her navel before continuing to the apex of her thighs.

“Arjun…” she gasped, her hips lifting off the couch.

He grinned, his fingers spreading her folds as he leaned in. “Let me taste you.”

His tongue flicked against her clit, and she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. He licked and sucked, his fingers sliding inside her, curling in just the right way.

“Oh God…” she panted, her back arching.

He didn’t stop, his mouth working her until she came undone, her body convulsing with pleasure.

As she caught her breath, Arjun stood, stripping off his clothes. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and throbbing.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice low.

She nodded, her eyes dark with desire. “Yes. Fuck me.”

He thrust into her, the sensation overwhelming. Her body tightened around him, and he groaned, his hands gripping her hips.

They moved together, the rhythm building, the pleasure intensifying with every thrust. Arjun’s breath came in short gasps, his body on fire.

“Harder,” she demanded, her nails scraping down his back.

He obliged, his pace quickening, his cock slamming into her. She cried out, her body trembling as she came again, her muscles clenching around him.

Arjun followed soon after, his release spilling inside her. He collapsed onto her, his chest heaving with exertion.

For a moment, they lay there, their bodies still connected, hearts racing. Then Arjun lay beside Soniya, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on her bare arm. The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting soft stripes of light across her flushed skin.

She stirred slightly, her lips curving into a lazy smile as her eyes fluttered open. They hadn’t spoken much since their encounter on the couch, the weight of what they had done hanging between them in the quiet moments.

But now, with daylight breaking through, the tension felt different—charged but softer, like they both knew this wasn’t over.

“You stayed,” she murmured, her voice still clouded with sleep.

He chuckled softly, propping himself on one elbow to look at her. “Didn’t feel like sneaking out. Besides…” He paused, his gaze trailing down her body before meeting her eyes again. “You make it hard to leave.”

Soniya rolled onto her side, facing him fully now, her dark hair spilling over the pillow. Her hand reached out, brushing along his jawline. “Good. I didn’t want you to.”

Their stillness was interrupted by the faint cry of her baby from the next room. She sighed, sitting up and pulling a loose robe around herself. “Duty calls,” she said, standing and padding toward the door. Arjun watched her go, his eyes lingering on the curve of her hips beneath the thin fabric.

When she returned, baby in arms, she settled back onto the bed, untying her robe to nurse. Arjun couldn’t help but stare, the intimacy of the moment striking him all over again. He shifted closer, his hand resting lightly on her thigh.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, the words slipping out before he could second-guess them.

She glanced at him, a small smile playing on her lips. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Arjun.”

He grinned, his fingers sliding higher up her thigh, testing the waters. “Good to know.”

The baby finished feeding, and Soniya carefully set him down in the crib nearby. When she turned back to Arjun, there was a glint in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. She crossed the room slowly, her hips swaying with purpose.

Before he could say anything, she sank to her knees in front of him, her hands resting on his knees.

“Last night was… insane,” she said, her voice low and husky. “But I think we’ve only scratched the surface.”

His breath hitched as her fingers crept higher, teasing the hem of his boxers. “What do you mean?”

Instead of answering, she leaned forward, kissing the inside of his knee. His skin tingled under her lips, and when she moved to the other leg, he sucked in a sharp breath. Her hands slid down to his feet, her nails lightly scratching along the soles. He stiffened, a shiver running through him.

“You like that?” she asked, her tone playful but knowing.

He swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah.”

She smirked, her fingers curling around his foot and massaging it gently. “I noticed last night—how you kept glancing at my feet. I didn’t think much of it then, but now…” She trailed off, lifting her foot and resting it in his lap. “Tell me, Arjun. Do you have a thing for feet?”

Heat flooded his cheeks, but there was no point denying his foot fetish. Not when she was looking at him like that. “Maybe,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her smile widened, and she shifted closer, her foot pressing against his growing erection. “Maybe?” she repeated, arching an eyebrow. “That’s not a very convincing answer.”

His hands shot out, gripping her ankle and holding her foot in place. “Fine. Yes. I do.”

“Good,” she purred, leaning back on her hands and spreading her legs slightly. “Show me.”

Arjun hesitated for only a moment before bending forward. His lips brushed against the top of her foot. He kissed his way down to her toes, his tongue darting out to trace the delicate curves. She let out a soft sigh, her head tilting back as he took one toe into his mouth, sucking gently.

Her toes were painted a deep red, and the colour seemed to drive him wild. He moved to the next toe. Then, the next, lavishing attention on each one until her breath came in shallow gasps.

“Fuck, Arjun,” she whispered, her hands gripping the sheets. “You’re really good at that.”

He pulled back just enough to glance at her, his eyes dark with desire. “I’m just getting started.”

Her laughter was breathless as she nudged him with her foot. “Prove it.”

With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her ankle before moving lower, biting and kissing along her calf. She squirmed beneath him, her arousal evident in the way her hips lifted off the bed.

“Kitchen,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Take me to the kitchen.”

Without a word, Arjun scooped her up, carrying her through the apartment and setting her down on the counter. She hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer until their mouths crashed together in a searing kiss. His hands roamed freely, cupping her breasts and sliding down to grip her hips.

She moaned into his mouth, her hands fumbling with the button of his jeans. When she finally freed him, she wrapped her hand around his length, stroking him slowly. “You’re such a bad boy,” she teased, her lips brushing against his ear. “Coming into my home, seducing me while my husband’s away…”

He groaned, thrusting into her hand. “Tell me to stop, then.”

Her grip tightened, her nails scraping lightly along his shaft. “Not a chance.”

Arjun growled, spinning her around so she was bent over the counter. Her robe fell open, revealing the smooth curve of her ass. He smacked it lightly, the sound echoing through the kitchen. She let out a yelp that quickly turned into a moan.

“Again,” she demanded, pushing her hips back toward him.

He obliged, delivering another sharp slap that left her skin glowing pink. His cock throbbed at the sight, and he positioned himself behind her, guiding his tip to her entrance. She was already wet, and he slid into her with ease, bottoming out in one smooth thrust.

Soniya cried out, her hands gripping the counter’s edge as he began to move. His pace was relentless, each thrust driving her further into ecstasy. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. Her moans grew louder, more frantic until she was trembling around him.

“Arjun, please—” she gasped, her body tightening as she came undone.

He followed her over the edge, his release spilling inside her as he buried his face in her neck.

The biggest power of being submissive is that the submissives decide their master. They are so strong from the heart. Those who are willing know where to contact me: [email protected]. Love you, fans.