This story is set in India.
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39 year old Meera adjusted her saree in the mirror, her heart pounding with a mix of anger and excitement.
With curves measuring 34-28-36, she knew her body still turned heads - Unfortunately, at that particular moment, the pleasing detail was not something that could make her feel proud about.
Her husband, Diwakar, had been flirting shamelessly with the infamously raunchy unmarried yoga teacher living next door - She had accidentally seen the texts they exchanged on his phone, just moments ago, and it had rightly crushed her immediately.
She could have handled the situation in a million different ways, she could have confronted him, she could have expressed her displeasure, she could have given him a chance - But such was the shocking impact of his deceit, she was being pushed to do the unthinkable, and she decided to strike back, that very night, during the family dinner!!
In the dining room of their luxurious residence, Aryan, her 19 year old son, sat across from his parents at the table, oblivious of what was going to happen, as he scrolled on his phone.
Diwakar had already served himself his meal, and had started eating even before Meera had settled down - He was looking as innocent as he always looked, but this time for real, as he was completely unaware of the extreme act his wife had planned to perform!!
The shattered woman was literally fuming, and all she could think about was vengeance - Having said that, she still had time to reconsider her next move, and she would have too, taking into account the wonderful married life she had so far.
But the instant she heard the chiming notification sound from her husband's phone, that demanded his swift attention, and also caused him to instantaneously blush, her beautiful eyes narrowed.
She could easily guess who exactly had texted him, and she could effortlessly confirm why he was so thrilled, and she just knew what she had to do to make things even!!
Shifting in her chair, with the silky material of her saree brushing her skin, she allowed her left foot to nudge her son's leg, from under the table, touching him almost as high as his toned thighs, and also with a little too much force for the action to be labelled purely accidental - This more than just surprised Aryan, making him look up at his mother instantly.
The very next second, confirming she had her adult son's vision completely locked onto her, Meera leaned forward, pretending to help him with a larger serving of the biriyani, which was originally made for her husband.
Hyderabadi Chicken Biriyani was Diwakar's favorite dish, and she had prepared it with a lot of love, but all hell broke loose when she very randomly happened to go through the scandalous messages in his phone, leaving her heartbroken, and all she now had in her mind was revenge, and she was ready to go to any extent!!
Her pallu slipped more than just enough, as she bent, exactly as she wished, revealing the deep cleavage of her sleeveless blouse. The fabric strained against her full 34DD breasts, with a glimpse of her sexy lace bra peeking out.
Aryan's fork rightfully froze midway to his mouth. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his face flushing, as he uncontrollably stared at his mother's exposed skin - She very gladly caught his hot gaze, holding her position with a sly smile, simultaneously feeling her nipples hardening under the thin material, from the morally banned thrill!!
Despite the initial lack of interest, thanks to his already strayed mind, Diwakar too finally noticed the event, and dazed beyond words, he was no longer able to focus on the twisted thoughts related to his naughty fling, and ironically also unable to resist letting his wife know how careless he felt she was being.
"Meera!! Your saree..." he muttered, sounding very disturbed, and his spoon clattering.
"Oh my... Ohhh!!" Meera exaggeratedly faked a sigh, but with an evil grin, and she just wasn't ready to cover up immediately.
Instead, she arched her back slightly, letting the pallu drape lower for a heartbeat longer - The soft swell of her melons rose and fell with her quick breaths, a teasing flash that would have sent more heat rushing between her own mature thighs, than the forbidden pleasure it would have given her own son's young body!!
Meera felt more horny than she had ever been before, she felt more empowered than she ever thought she could be. Her pussy was tingling at the normally undesirable attention from her son.
Aryan swallowed hard, shocked beyond imagination. His darling mother who had always been extra modest, was now flaunting herself, and that too right in front of him, with his dad right next to him and seeing it all unfold, even more startled - All that the poor boy could do was shuffle uncomfortably, as he felt his jeans tightening against his growing erection!!
Meera's dark eyes sparkled with mischief as she finally tugged the pallu back into place, but not before giving her son another quick peek - She erotically got her hand to purposefully brush her hip, accentuating her 36-inch curves, giving herself the prohibited satisfaction of having put on a full show.
There was no way her teenage son could control himself anymore, and he rightaway excused himself to his room, not bothering to even finish his dinner, simply no longer able to bear the pressure.
She could not help but lustfully giggle, as Aryan avoided eye contact while walking away, his mind racing with inappropriate feelings for his own mother - He tried his best to behave as normal as possible, but it was obvious that he was stunned, and electrified, and in all probability more than just ultra hard!!
As soon as he heard the door to his son's bedroom close, an irritated Diwakar, cleared his throat, face red with uneasiness, and finally decided to speak.
"What the hell was that about, Meera??" he literally demanded an explanation, though in his usual low voice.
"Huh... What do you mean..." Meera shrugged innocently.
"And... Why is it so hot in here... You feel it too... Right?!" she arrogantly blurted, as she crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together to ease the ache building inside her, as Diwakar relentlessly fidgeted!!
The rest of the dinner passed in tense silence. The 49 year old husband kept on checking at his wife with unexplainable suspicion - Meera could undoubtedly confirm she had destroyed her cheating partner's pride, and she thoroughly savored the victory, regardless of at what cost her triumph had come, lavishly feasting on the spicy biriyani, even as her body continued to remain alive with arousal, feeded by her son's drooling sensual appreciation.
Diwakar : I want to ask you something...
Meera : About what??
Diwakar : About what happened now!!
Meera : I already told you it was nothing.
Diwakar : Why could you not have worn something better!!
Meera : Something better?! Like, what?? I am already wearing a saree!! What better could I have worn!!
Diwakar : Something proper!!
Meera : What are you trying to say!! What did you actually want me to wear tonight!!
Diwakar : Something that showed less of what you have inside!!
Meera : I wore a saree to keep myself as covered as possible!! I cannot believe you are saying this!!
Diwakar : This is not how you wear a saree... I did not like it at all!!
Meera : Oh... Yeah??
Diwakar : Yea...
Meera : Oh... Really?! Hehe...
Diwakar : Yes!! And stop acting wierd... What is wrong with you!! Why can't you understand when I tell you I want you to wear something that is keeping your body covered!! This is not how I want you to be in front of our son!! I don't want him to see you like this!!
Meera : Well...
Diwakar : What??
"Maybe next time, think twice before flirting with the bitch next door!! Otherwise you will have to quickly go from being worried about what our son saw of me to being worried about what our son did to me!!" Meera rudely snapped at her husband, making him clear of the entire perverted scenario.
Diwakar looked truly disturbed, and shamed, and wholly guilty of having caught cheating by his wife, but what shook him more was the remaining set of words he heard come out from the mouth of his normally conservative wife. It derailed him even more than his plotting wife expected, and he felt being physically disabled to even move, as he tried to make greater sense of what more the dangerous teasing session could lead to - He looked at his wife whose face glowed like she was in the middle of having an intense orgasm, letting him know how much she had enjoyed the mild flaunting, igniting a fire she had not felt in years.
At the same time, Aryan lay in his bed, stirred and wetted, replaying the images of his mother exposing her lush body, curiously wondering if he would get to see more of her sexy figure, secretly wishing he could have her even closer the next time, fully ignorant regarding the soothing fact that this was just the beginning of what was going to end up becoming a lot more sinister than her supposed revenge!!
THE END