I walked into the kitchen that humid Mumbai night and saw my mom, Priya, bent over the counter in her thin cotton nightie, her heavy brown tits almost spilling out as she washed dishes. At forty-eight she still had the kind of body that made my twenty-two-year-old cock twitch every time she moved. Her ass was round and full, the nightie riding up just enough to show the crease where her thick thighs met.
Mom, youre still up? I said, voice already rough.
She turned, water dripping down her arms. Couldnt sleep. Your fathers out of town again. Her eyes dropped straight to the bulge in my shorts. She didnt look away. Youre hard, beta. For me?
I didnt bother lying. Yeah. Been thinking about your fat Indian tits all day.
She set the plate down, walked straight over, and grabbed my cock through the fabric. Then stop thinking and fuck your mother.
I yanked the nightie down. Her dark nipples were already stiff. I sucked one hard while I shoved two fingers into her hairy cunt. She was soaked, juices running down my hand. Fuck, Mom, youre dripping.
Been wet since you came home from college, she moaned, grinding on my fingers. Now put that big cock in me.
I spun her around, bent her over the counter, and ripped the nightie up over her ass. Her pussy lips were thick and dark, glistening. I slapped my cock against them a few times, then slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. She cried out, loud and filthy.
Harder, son. Fuck your mom like a whore.
I pounded her, the wet slap of skin echoing in the kitchen. Her tits swung under her, slapping the counter. Every thrust made her moan louder. Your cock feels so good in my cunt. Fill me up.
I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit. She came fast, pussy clenching and squirting around my dick, hot juice splashing my balls. I didnt stop. I kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and spun her to face me.
On your knees. Suck your sons cock.
She dropped instantly, took me deep, gagging on her own cream. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. She looked up with those dark eyes while she swallowed me. Tastes like my pussy. You like fucking your own mother?
Love it, I growled, fucking her throat. Get it nice and wet so I can take your ass.
Her eyes lit up. She stood, turned, and spread her cheeks. Do it. Fuck my asshole.
I spit on her tight ring and pushed in slow. She pushed back, taking every inch until my balls rested against her cunt. Then I fucked her ass hard, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to finger her pussy at the same time. She came again, screaming, her asshole pulsing around my shaft.
I pulled out, dragged her to the floor, and mounted her in missionary right there on the tiles. Her legs went over my shoulders. I slammed back into her pussy, deep and rough, watching her face twist with every thrust. Tell me you want my cum, Mom.
Give it to me, she begged, nails digging into my back. Fill your mothers cunt. Breed me if you want.
I exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She came with me, milking every drop, her cunt sucking me dry. We stayed locked together, panting, my cock still twitching inside her flooded pussy.
Later, in her bed, she rode me slow and dirty, tits in my face, whispering how shed been fingering herself thinking about me for months. We fucked until the sun came upher ass, her mouth, her cuntevery hole used and dripping. By morning she was leaking my cum down her thighs and smiling like the satisfied Indian mother she was.
She kissed me before I left for work. Same time tonight, beta. Dont be late.
