Mom Agreed For Her Son

Ritika Sharma stood outside Professor Kabir Roy's office, her hands trembling slightly, though her gaze was steady. Her son, Arjun, had been caught in a serious scandal. The ragging allegations were true—he had bullied a junior student during a drunken night out, and now, he was facing suspension right before finals. She couldn’t let that happen. Not to her only son.

She knocked sharply and walked in without waiting for a response.

Professor Kabir looked up, surprised by her assertiveness, but he didn’t say anything. His sharp eyes met hers as she stood in front of his desk. The tension between them was instant.

“I’m here to speak about my son, Professor Roy,” she said, her voice firm, almost too controlled.

Kabir leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I know why you’re here. Your son’s actions have consequences. What he did—well, it’s not something I can ignore.”

Ritika’s eyes flashed. “He made a mistake, yes. But you know as well as I do, Professor, that suspending him for something that will ruin his career is too harsh. He can still be an asset to this institution.”

Kabir raised an eyebrow. “You’re asking for special treatment, Mrs. Sharma.”

“I’m asking for fairness. I’m willing to make a deal,” she said, her voice lowering, her eyes never leaving his.

Kabir’s curiosity piqued. “A deal?”

Ritika didn’t hesitate. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure my son can sit his exams. What do you want in exchange?”

For a long moment, Kabir said nothing, but the atmosphere between them thickened. He could see the way her body language shifted—like she was ready to offer something more than just words. She was desperate. And he could feel it.

“You want me to remove the suspension and let him write his exams. And you’re willing to offer…?”

Ritika moved closer, her steps slow, deliberate, her fingers brushing against the edge of his desk. “I’ll give you something worth the risk,” she said, her voice thick with meaning.

Kabir looked at her carefully, his gaze trailing down her body, noting the hint of confidence mixed with something else. He stood, closing the space between them, and his hand touched her arm lightly. "You realize what you're offering, don’t you?”

She met his gaze, her lips curling slightly. “I realize exactly what I’m offering. What will it be, Professor?”

Without another word, Kabir closed the distance, his lips meeting hers in a hungry kiss. She responded immediately, a surge of heat coursing through her. She was not just negotiating for her son’s future; she was trading her own desire and temptation.

The kiss deepened, more urgent now. Kabir moved her towards the door, locking it behind them before spinning her around. He pushed her against the wall, his hands sliding up her thighs to lift her skirt, revealing the lace of her panties.

“Let’s make this quick,” Kabir murmured, his hands tugging at her clothes.

She let him, knowing full well the price she was about to pay. The price was steep—her son’s future, and her own dignity. But in this moment, she couldn’t think beyond the immediate need to have him inside her, to feel his power, to feel the tension she had carried for so long dissolve.

His fingers slid inside her, making her gasp as he teased her folds. She was already so wet, the anticipation growing too much to bear. He pulled away for a moment, undressing quickly, and then took his place between her legs.

Ritika moaned as Kabir thrust into her, slow at first, testing her, watching her body tremble with each deep push. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as the pleasure began to consume her.

“You wanted this,” he growled, his voice low and commanding as he fucked her hard. “This is the price. You will pay it.”

She cried out as he thrust deeper, harder, the tension building rapidly between them. She had no choice but to surrender, to let the pleasure wash over her, knowing it would come with consequences.

Kabir was relentless, the office echoing with the sounds of their passion. Her body arched in response, pushing against him as they moved together in a primal rhythm. Every thrust seemed to fill her with a mix of shame and ecstasy.

Her body finally gave in as she came, shaking uncontrollably under him. He followed soon after, groaning her name as he spilled inside her, filling her completely.

They stood there for a few moments, catching their breath. Kabir adjusted his clothes while Ritika slowly fixed herself, not quite able to meet his eyes.

“Your son can sit his exams,” Kabir said, his voice colder now. “But remember, this is the price. Your son’s suspension is lifted, but you’ve made a deal. Don’t forget it.”

Ritika nodded, still processing the weight of what had just happened. She had done what she needed to, and her son’s future was secured. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that this would change things forever—both for her and for the professor.

As she turned to leave, Kabir’s voice stopped her.

“I’ll be expecting you again, Mrs. Sharma,” he said, his tone laced with a hint of warning. “Next time, the deal will be different.”

Ritika swallowed hard, her heart racing as she exited the office. She had saved her son, but at what cost? The echoes of their encounter lingered, a reminder of the dangerous game she had entered.