**”Bhanu’s Secret”**

I always knew my son Bhanu was different. He’d sneak into his mother’s closet when he was younger, slipping into her silks, his delicate fingers tracing the curves of her jewelry. I pretended not to notice—until the night I walked in on him fully dressed in a sari, his slender legs shimmering with oil, his lips painted red. Instead of anger, something hotter coiled in my gut.

“Papa, I—” he gasped, but I shut the door behind me and crossed the room in three strides.

“Look at you,” I murmured, running a thumb over his painted lips. “So pretty.” His breath hitched, his eyes widening. I took his wrist, guiding his hand to the hardness in my pants. “You feel that?” I growled. “That’s what you do to me.”

Bhanu whimpered, his fingers trembling against my cock. I dragged him to the bed, my hands working the pins from his hair until it tumbled loose. The sari came next, unwrapping him like a gift. His body was slender, smooth—no trace of the boy he’d been. I palmed his chest, teasing the small, sensitive buds of his nipples until they pebbled under my touch.

“Papa, please,” he begged, voice high and sweet.

I pushed him onto his back, spreading his thighs. His pussy—yes, I called it that now—was slick, his clit swollen and desperate. I dragged my tongue through his folds, tasting his sweetness, and he arched off the bed with a cry. His fingers tangled in my hair as I lapped at him, sucking his clit until his thighs shook.

“You’re going to be my wife,” I growled, pulling back to watch his face as I pushed two fingers inside him. His tight cunt clenched around me, greedy. “I’ll put a baby in you. Fill you up so deep you’ll never forget who owns you.”

Bhanu sobbed, his hips rocking against my hand. “Yes, yes, Papa—marry me, breed me—”

I stripped, my cock heavy and aching. I dragged his hips to the edge of the bed, lining myself up. His pussy glistened, begging to be split open. I pushed in slowly, savoring the way his body stretched to take me.

“Fuck,” I hissed, bottoming out. He was so tight, so warm.

Bhanu’s nails bit into my shoulders as I started to move, fucking him deep and slow. Every thrust dragged a whimper from his lips. I gripped his waist, lifting him onto my cock until he was bouncing in my lap. His tits—small but perfect—jumped with every snap of my hips.

“You like that?” I growled, slamming into him harder. “Like being your Papa’s little wife?”

“Yes!” he screamed, his cunt fluttering around me. “Gonna come, Papa, please—!”

I wrapped a hand around his cock—no, his clit—and rubbed hard circles just as my thrusts turned brutal. His back arched, his pussy squeezing me in waves as he came with a sob. The sight of him unraveling pushed me over the edge. I buried myself to the hilt, my cock pulsing as I filled him with my seed.

Panting, I pulled him against my chest, stroking his hair. “Good girl,” I murmured. “Now we’ll make it official.”

Bhanu smiled, licking my cum from his fingers. “Can’t wait to be pregnant with your baby.”

I groaned, already hard again. Looks like we had all night to practice.