System Glitch and Morning Surprises**
Due to a system malfunction, Arjun missed some time. He quickly freshened up, got dressed, and hurried downstairs for breakfast.
When Arjun reached the dining table, the two stunning women of the house were already enjoying their meal.
His gaze settled on the elegant, mature woman at the center—his mother, **Priya Kapoor**, CEO of
**Shakti Enterprises**. At 37, her flawless skin and radiant beauty defied her age. Her lustrous black curls cascaded over her shoulders, complementing her voluptuous figure.
She wore a sleek office saree, her ample bosom accentuated by the draped fabric. The translucent blouse revealed a hint of her black lace bra beneath. A snug petticoat hugged her curvaceous hips, and her feet were adorned with stylish black stilettos. Her aura exuded sophistication and sensuality.
Seated beside Priya was Arjun's younger sister, **Ananya**, just a year his junior. Since childhood, she had been clingy, often sneaking into his room early in the mornings to tease him. Today, she sported twin braids, a fitted kurta with a dupatta draped over her shoulders, and white leggings that hugged her toned legs. Her doe eyes and full lips made her the envy of every boy in college.
The mother-daughter duo looked like a painting under the golden morning light—graceful, alluring, and irresistible.
Arjun smirked mischievously as he approached, sliding his hands between them and groping their soft breasts firmly.
"Ahh!"
Two gasps escaped their lips, but neither resisted, their cheeks flushing pink. This was their daily ritual—Arjun teasing them while they pretended to scold him, though they secretly enjoyed it.
Priya adjusted her saree pallu and shot him a playful glare. "You're late today. Eat quickly, or I'll cut your allowance!" She then added with a sly smile, "By the way, today's my birthday. Did you get me a gift?"
Arjun's eyes gleamed. This was his chance. He had lived two lives, touched his mother intimately countless times, and now, with a lust-driven system, societal taboos meant nothing to him. His father, **Rajiv Kapoor**, was rarely home, traveling abroad for business most of the year. Priya had grown lonely, and over time, her affection for her son had twisted into something far more sinful.
Arjun squeezed Priya's breast and whispered, "I did, Maa. But I want you to take tomorrow off… just for me."
Priya's breath hitched. "What kind of gift? You know how busy the company is. If I'm not satisfied, I won't forgive you."
Ananya, her face flushed, nibbled on her toast while Arjun's wandering hand ruined her innocent act.
Arjun chuckled, guiding Priya's hand toward his crotch.
Priya's body trembled. The spoon slipped from her fingers as her palm pressed against something hard—**impossibly hard**.
"Beta… you… you're…?" Her voice was a mix of shock and excitement.
Through his pants, she could feel the sheer size—thick, hot, and throbbing. She had touched him before, but it had always been soft. Now, it was like steel.
Priya's obsession with her son had begun when she discovered his impotence years ago. She had tried everything—doctors, therapies, even tantric rituals—but nothing worked. Over time, watching him grow, her maternal love twisted into something darker. She had started teasing him, tempting him, secretly wishing he'd recover… so she could claim him.
And now, here he was—**fully capable**.
Arjun kissed her deeply, his tongue claiming her mouth. "Yes, Maa. Do you like it?"
Priya melted against him, her legs trembling, her panties damp. "Y-Yes… I love it…"
Arjun grinned, pulling away. "Good. I'll give you your gift tonight. But for now…" He glanced at Ananya, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her toward the door. "We'll be late for college!"
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