Reshma rushed back to her room, wiping her wet hands which she just washed away. Just a few moments back, it was covered with her son's cum all over it. She could still remember the warmth of her son's cum which covered her skin.
Reshma was sweating with her heart beating fast and couldn't help but again tried to smell the washed-away cum. She was still in the heat. Oh lord, she could feel so guilty doing such indecent acts in the absence of her husband. But she consoled herself that it was nothing but just helping her son.
Meanwhile:-
Rohan was still in a mild shock of what happened that day. He could still remember how his mother's warm soft hands were covered around his thick cock. His heart was still beating fast. Just thinking about it, he couldn't help but could too feel the guilty pleasure just like his mother. It was like an unimaginable fantasy that even he didn't know he had until that day.
Rohan and Reshma both were in their rooms. Their hearts were both beating, skin radiating and warmth. After a while, both went to sleep.