Telugu Family Rift – Part 1

Welcome to the first part of the Telugu Family Rift. Rao, 44, lives with his second wife, Mamata, 32 (34D-sized), a dutiful homemaker with unspoken desires. His daughter Bindu, 21 (32c sized), is a sharp MBBS student, while Chinnu, 19, drifts through college.

This incident happened in Rao’s Residence in Vizag. Mamata battles hidden desires while living with her husband, Rao, stepchildren Bindu and Chinnu, and nephew Naveen, whose arrival ignites a dangerous affair.

Story starts.

Rao sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing a faded lungi. His fingers moved quickly over a small bundle of notes. Mamata entered, wiping her hands with the end of her saree.

Rao: “Both kids had dinner?”

Eyes still on the money, he asked casually.

Mamata: “Hmm. Chinnu ate early, and Bindu was still at her books.”

Mamata: “She won’t listen to me.”

She took her towel and went to take a shower. Rao remained hunched over the bundle of notes.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door clicked open. Mamata stepped out, towel wrapped around her 34D-sized boobs, water still tracing lines down her arms and collarbone.

Rao watched, and Mamata opened the cupboard, pulling out a semi-transparent nightie, soft blue, almost sheer in the low light. She didn’t turn away as she slipped the towel off and wore the nightie.

Rao’s jaw tensed, looking at the glimpse of Mamata’s naked body.

Rao: “Mamata…”

His voice barely reached her. She walked toward him. Mamata’s voice was gentle, almost hesitant.

Mamata: “Rao… can you… fuck me tonight? Not just the oral, just… fuck me harder?” There was a pause.

Rao: “I… I don’t know if I can fuck like before. It’s been long…”

Mamata reached out, her hand finding a soft dick.

Mamata: “It doesn’t have to be like before. Just fuck me harder and cum inside me.”

Rao swallowed hard.

Rao undressed slowly. Mamata’s breath quickened as she watched him. She reached for him as he finished, her hands moving to his back, drawing him close and kissing him.

Mamata: “Rao… I need you to treat me like a bitch tonight… Like you once did.”

Rao hesitated, but he pulled her into his arms.

Mamata: “I’ve wanted this… I’ve wanted to get pregnant for five years now, but… nothing has happened. Not even a sign.”

She spoke softly, and Rao paused, his heart pounding in his chest.

Mamata closed her eyes, her body relaxing under his touch. Rao slowly leaned in. His breath faltered as he began to explore, his movements tentative and nervous.

Rao: “Mamata… I don’t know if I can fuck like before.”

Mamata’s hand reached up to his semi-hard dick, her voice soft but clear.

Mamata: “We don’t need to be rock hard. Just do with me.”

She gently placed her hands on his dick, guiding him near her hairy pussy.

Mamata: “It’s okay, Rao. We don’t have to rush… just fuck me slowly for a few minutes.”

Rao nodded. He took control gently, his dick trembling slightly as he touched her pussy with his dick. The first stroke was slow and careful. Her eyes closed, and a quiet gasp escaped her lips. It was exactly what she had desired.

Mamata: “Rao… this… this is what I needed.”

Rao, hearing her response, felt a fleeting sense of accomplishment. His body moved again, more quickly this time, but the effort made him falter.

Rao: “I… I’m sorry. I can’t…”

Rao pulled back his dick slightly.

Mamata: “Rao, it’s okay. Just sleep naked with me like this.”

Mamata lay beside Rao naked, her hand resting on his soft dick. After a long silence, Rao spoke into the dimness.

Rao: “Naveen’s coming tomorrow. He’ll stay for a few days.”

Mamata stirred slightly, her fingers tracing his dick and balls.

Mamata: “Naveen? After all these years? Why now?”

Rao: “He’s taking the IELTS. Wants to go abroad. Thought it would be good if, by the time Bindu finishes MBBS, he’s well settled. Then maybe they can marry.”

Mamata blinked slowly. She gave a small nod, lips tight.

Mamata: “Naveen? He was lazy, Rao and dumb, too, if we’re being honest. Just floated by because of his family’s money. Bindu worked hard; she earned that MBBS seat on merit. You think this is a good match?”

Rao didn’t look at her, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Mamata: “If you ask me, Vishnu would suit Bindu better. He’s sharp, respectful.”

Rao glanced at her, surprised.

Rao: “Vishnu? Naveen’s younger brother is still studying. Naveen’s moving abroad isn’t something to be taken lightly. If he settles well, he can give Bindu a stable life.”

Mamata didn’t argue further. Rao remained still, eyes open, both of them adrift in quiet disagreement. Sleep came late.

The next morning, Mamata woke up and saw the bed empty. Rao was already up. She tucked her boobs into her nighty, adjusted the neckline, and tied her hair into a loose bun.

Stepping out into the hallway, the bathroom door opened. Bindu stepped out, towel clinging to her sexy teen figure, water trickling down her neck to cleavage. Mamata blinked, caught off guard.

Mamata: “Where’s your dad? And Chinnu?”

Bindu turned toward the Mamata, trying to sound casual.

Bindu: “Daddy went to pick up Naveen Bava from the station, and Chinnu’s off to cricket with his friends.”

She moved quickly, but Mamata noticed a soft blush blooming on Bindu’s cheeks as she said Naveen’s name.

Mamata: “You remember Naveen well, huh?”

Bindu didn’t answer directly, just busied herself with pulling out her bra and panties from the cupboard.

After a minute, Mamata opened the door just as the Rao’s bike’s horn faded. She expected the same lean boy, but Naveen was Taller than she remembered. Long hair, brushed back casually. A sculpted frame beneath his faded shirt. Gym-toned. Sharp jaw. Quiet eyes.

Rao: “Sorry, Mamata, I didn’t want to wake you. He called me from the station.”

Mamata nodded, eyes lingering on Naveen’s body. She fetched a bucket near the tap and began filling it, squatting low to steady it.

From where Naveen stood, her nighty tugged forward slightly with the bend revealing her soft 34D-sized boobs. Naveen’s eyes flicked down before he quickly looked away.

Naveen washed his feet. Mamata lifted his heavy bag with practised grace and walked it straight into Bindu and Chinnu’s shared bedroom.

Mamata: “You’ll have to manage here, just for a couple of days.”

Naveen nodded silently. Rao grabbed his keys.

Rao: “I’ll get breakfast. Be back soon.”

Bindu stayed tucked in the kitchen, heart pounding, pretending to be busy. Naveen stepped into the bedroom. The scent of books and paper, and his eyes caught a flash of red. Bindu’s dirty lingerie was left on top of a pile of clothes.

He pulled out a towel, wrapped it low around his waist, and stepped into the hallway, still looking for the bathroom. Bindu turned from the kitchen just then. Their eyes met briefly but charged. She froze. He didn’t speak.

Bindu’s boobs felt heavy, breath shallower, and the fabric of her fitted top suddenly too tight. She forced her gaze upward and quickly pointed toward the bathroom, her voice caught in her throat.

Bindu: “There, at the end of the hall.”

Without waiting, she turned and walked straight back to the kitchen, heart racing.

Naveen approached the bathroom door, still silent. He reached for the handle. The door wasn’t latched. Inside, he could hear the rush of water. Dim light flickered across the tiles. A shape moved behind the thin gap in the door, Mamata. Her naked silhouette was graceful and unaware.

The water stopped. When the bathroom door swung open, Mamata stood there, startled. A thin petticoat clutched to her boobs, dripping hair clinging to her neck. The fabric barely veiled the contours of her naked body.

Mamata: “Naveen!”

She turned swiftly, tugging the cloth tighter around her and hurried back inside. Naveen stood frozen. His heart thudded in his ears. He stepped into the now-vacant bathroom, locking the door quietly behind him.

Naveen returned, freshly showered. Mamata served dosas, eyes deliberately avoiding Naveen. Bindu brought chutney bowls, her gaze flicking between Naveen and her stepmother. Just then, Chinnu burst in.

Chinnu: “Naveen Bava!”

He threw his arms around him in a clumsy hug. Naveen smiled. Bindu eventually slipped away to her room, books already open on her bed.

Rao suggested an outing and took Naveen and Chinnu out for a casual lunch at their old mess hall. By nightfall, everyone had returned. Plates clattered. The family gathered again for dinner, laughter echoing.

Bindu and Chinnu retreated to their room, their muffled laughter trailing behind them. Rao stretched his back with a yawn.

Rao: “You can sleep in our bedroom tonight, Naveen. That old bed in the kids’ room won’t hold your frame.”

Naveen hesitated, then nodded. Moments later, he returned in his boxers.

Mamata quietly under her silk nightie. Minutes passed. Rao drifted into sleep with ease. Naveen lay on the other side, the heat between bodies palpable. Mamata, now between the two, stared at the ceiling. Three people. One bed.

Mamata’s mind screamed warnings. But her body, lonely, aching, curious, stayed quiet. Naveen shifted ever so slightly, and their knees brushed beneath the sheet. She didn’t pull away. Not yet.

The room was dimly lit, with a thin line of streetlights creeping in through the glass window. Rao’s snoring was steady, oblivious. Naveen lay on his back, but his eyes hadn’t moved in minutes. They stayed fixed on the curve of Mamata’s sexy back.

Her nightie clung slightly at the waist, rising just enough with each slow breath. She was turned toward Rao but not asleep. Naveen could tell. Mamata’s breathing wasn’t steady. Her body was alert. Awake. Naveen swallowed hard. His fingers curled into the bedsheet.

Mamata stared into the dark, eyes wide. She knew he was watching her. She didn’t move. Time melted. Minutes passed, maybe more. Mamata’s eyelids had just begun to drift when she felt it light, almost clumsy. Naveen’s hand. It had fallen on her back.

The contact was faint through her nightie. The hand slowly rubbed her back. Her breath caught. Her body tensed, but she didn’t pull away. Shock hit her first. Then, heat. A pulse deep within that she hadn’t felt in years.

Her thoughts spun, but she stayed still.  Purposefully. If this crossed a line, it had to be his doing. That way, she’d have control just enough to deny, to retreat, if needed.

Her lips parted, silent. Her fingers curled beneath the pillow. Mamata shifted just a little. A gentle roll of her hip, a slow stretch of her back. Testing. Teasing. Her heart thundered in her boobs.

Naveen didn’t move his hand. Not an inch. She did it again, this time slower. The contact deepened. Still, he started to squeeze her ass cheeks. Mamata blushed in the dark, unseen. A quiet smile teased her lips.

Then, without warning, she turned. Eyes met eyes. A second passed. Maybe less. Naveen leaned in. A sudden, soft kiss on her lips, Naveen sucking Mamata’s lips.

Mamata’s breath caught. She froze. Then, quickly, sharply, she turned back to her husband. Naveen’s hand moved again gently. It settled on Mamata’s boobs, his fingers curling softly into her nighty. She stiffened at first, unsure of his intent, but something about the gesture wasn’t bold.

It was not familiar. Almost tender. Her heart fluttered as her hand instinctively rose to meet his. Their fingers brushed. She hesitated. Then, slowly, she pressed her palm over his hand and let him squeeze her boobs. A silent response.

Naveen lifted her hand and brought it to his hard dick, guiding her fingers into his balls. A quiet plea. Mamata gasped suddenly; it wasn’t just heat she felt. It was guilt. Confusion.

Mamata’s fingers moved gently through Naveen’s dick, slow, rhythmic. Naveen lies inches away, breathing slow and deep, every motion charged.

Naveen pulled her nightie up and pulled her panties down. Quiet. Careful. Still facing her. The panty rustled close to her thighs. Mamata froze, lips parting in the dark. She didn’t dare turn. But she didn’t stop stroking his dick, either.

Naveen’s dick landed softly on her ass, tapping near her asshole. She didn’t flinch. She couldn’t.

His dick slid down, pausing at her pussy lips. Her heart pounded. Revered in a way that Rao had long forgotten. Her pussy lips parted.

His dick slid into her wet pussy. A slow, delicate motion along the curve of her pussy lips. Mamata’s breath caught sharply, suddenly. She gasped. Not loudly, but enough. Enough for Naveen to hear the tremble in it.

She stiffened, a flicker of hot rod sparking in her wet pussy. Naveen comforted her with small strocks, A small gesture—his palm resting gently against her boobs and squeezing, thumb tracing a calming circle on her nipples.

Mamata’s lip trembled beneath her teeth as Naveen’s dick explored the slope of her pussy slow, unhurried, reverent. He didn’t grope or rush. Instead, he touched her as if she were a memory he never wanted to forget.

She didn’t move away. Instead, her back arched slightly, her pussy letting his dick more inside her. She could feel his forehead brushing her shoulder.

His dick trailed down her pussy lips. She could feel everything now, the trembling restraint in his hold, the unsaid words pressing behind his quiet touch.

Naveen’s dick, warm and steady, slid slowly along her pussy, brushing the line of her butt crack. Their bodies moved slowly. Naveen’s breath grew uneven, his movements more certain, and Mamata responded with a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed.

Naveen tensed just briefly, his hand gripping her ass cheeks. After a few final motions and then stillness, his breathing heavy, he quickly pulls his dick out, cum flowing gently on her ass.

Mamata turned slightly, her cheek brushing. Naveen wrapped an arm around her boobs, pulling her close until their bodies fit like puzzle pieces shaped by time and repetition. Neither spoke.

The next morning, Mamata moved quietly through the kitchen, folding lunch wraps and setting steel tiffins on the counter. Her hands were steady, but her breath wasn’t.

Bindu stood near the mirror, adjusting her dupatta, but her eyes kept darting toward the hallway. Searching. Waiting. “Is Naveen still asleep?” she asked casually, pretending to check her watch.

Mamata didn’t answer. Rao came out, sat on the sofa with the newspaper rustling between his fingers, looked up and yawned.

Once Bindu and Chinnu left, the house exhaled into silence. Then Naveen appeared with tousled hair, a soft grin, a loose T-shirt, and eyes heavy with sleep. Rao folded his paper.

Rao: “So, how was the bed?”

Naveen smiled, stretching, gaze flicking across the room, landing on Mamata.

Naveen: “I’m adjusting”

He said, slow and casual, but his eyes lingered. Mamata’s hand trembled. She turned to the stove. Her cheeks were flushed. And she didn’t dare turn around.

To be continued.