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Maya stormed into the hall, her frustration and conflicted emotions bubbling over. She saw Abhi sitting on the couch, the glow of the TV lighting his face, his hand wrapped around his hard cock as he stroked slowly.
The sounds of moans and wet slapping continued from the TV, oblivious to the storm brewing in the room.
Without saying a word, she sat down beside him, her chest heaving as she tried to steady her breathing. Her face was flushed, and she looked both angry and... something else.
Abhi turned his head slightly, his hand pausing for a moment. "Maa-"
Before he could finish, she reached over and grabbed his cock firmly.
"Ahh! Maa!" he exclaimed, his body jolting from the sudden, tight grip. His cock twitched in her hand, throbbing against her fingers.
Her grip was unrelenting, her eyes glaring at him as if demanding answers she didn't even know how to ask.
"Abhi," she said in a low, trembling voice, "yeh sab kya hai? Tumhara bas chal raha hai?"
He was frozen, his breath hitching as her hand stayed wrapped around him. "M-Maa..." he stammered, unsure of what to say.
Her hand tightened slightly, her own emotions a chaotic mix of anger, confusion, and arousal. "Tum mujhe pagal kar rahe ho. Har waqt, bas yeh..."
She trailed off, unable to complete her sentence. Her gaze flicked to her hand, still gripping him, then back to his wide, startled eyes.
Maya clenched her teeth, her frustration boiling over as her grip tightened slightly. She looked at him, her breathing heavy, and then without warning, she pulled the foreskin of his cock back.
Abhi gasped, his hips jerking forward instinctively. "Ahh, Maa!" he moaned loudly, the sudden sensation making him tremble.
She didn't flinch, her eyes focused as she pulled the foreskin all the way down, exposing the sensitive pink head completely. "Aise," she said firmly, her voice low and tense. "Yehi hai sahi tareeka."
Her hand moved up again, pulling the foreskin back up over the head. "Tum har waqt yeh karte ho, lekin galat tareeke se. Samjhe?"
Abhi's breathing was ragged, his eyes wide as he stared at her. "Maa... mujhe nahi pata tha..."
She ignored his words, her hand moving slowly, almost methodically. "Agar tumhe yeh karna hai, toh sahi tareeke se karo." Her tone was sharp, but her movements betrayed her internal turmoil.
Abhi moaned softly as she repeated the motion, pulling down again, the wet sound of pre-cum adding to the awkward intimacy. He couldn't help himself. "Maa, yeh...ahh."
Her strokes were slow, deliberate, with a soft twist at the head that made his breath catch in his throat.
"Zyada tight mat pakadna, Abhi," she murmured, her voice low and steady. "Dheere se... aise." Her fingers moved smoothly along his shaft, showing him exactly how to do it. "Dekha? Ye hota hai proper way."
