I slammed the door behind me, my cock already half-hard from the way my mom had been looking at me all evening. She stood in the kitchen wearing that thin cotton saree, the one that clung to her heavy tits and wide hips like it was painted on. At forty-two she was still the hottest woman I knew, dark skin glowing under the lights, black hair loose down her back.
"Arjun, beta, come here," she said, voice low and thick. "Help me with this."
I walked over, heart pounding. She turned her back to me and lifted her arms so I could unhook the blouse. My fingers brushed bare skin. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her heavy breasts spilled out as the fabric fell open. She leaned back against me, pressing that round ass right against my dick.
"Fuck, Mom," I growled, grabbing her hips. "You know what you're doing."
She laughed, dirty and low. "I've been wet all day thinking about my son's cock. Take it out."
I yanked my shorts down. My thick, veiny dick sprang free and slapped against her saree-covered ass. She reached back, wrapped her fingers around it, and stroked hard, thumb smearing the precum over the head.
"God, you're so big," she moaned. "Bigger than your father ever was."
She turned around, dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen floor, and sucked me straight into her hot mouth. No teasing. She took half my length in one go, tongue swirling, spit already dripping down my balls. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face, watching her cheeks hollow while she gagged and moaned around me.
When she pulled off, strings of saliva connected her lips to my cock. "Fuck your mother," she ordered, standing up and yanking the saree up to her waist. No panties.
Her thick black bush was soaked, pussy lips puffy and glistening.
I spun her around, bent her over the counter, and shoved my cock straight into her tight cunt in one thrust. She was burning hot and dripping. She screamed my name as I started pounding her, the wet slap of skin filling the room.
"Harder, beta! Fuck your mommy's pussy like you own it!"
I did. I grabbed her swinging tits, pinched her dark nipples, and hammered into her. Every thrust made her ass ripple. She pushed back, meeting every stroke, cunt clenching around me.
We moved to the couch. She climbed on top, sank down on my cock, and rode me like a slut. Her heavy tits bounced in my face. I sucked one nipple hard while she ground her clit against me, moaning filthy Hindi curses mixed with English.
"Chod mujhe! Fuck your mom! Fill my cunt with your cum!"
I flipped her onto her back, spread her thick thighs wide, and drove back inside. Her pussy was a mess, cream coating my shaft. I fucked her deep and fast, thumb rubbing her swollen clit until she came hard, legs shaking, cunt pulsing and squirting around me.
I didn't stop. I kept pounding through her orgasm until my balls tightened and I unloaded deep inside her, pumping rope after rope of thick cum into my own mother's womb.
She pulled me down for a messy kiss, tongue tasting herself on my lips. "Again," she whispered, already stroking my cock back to life. "This time I want it in my ass."
We didn't leave the house for two days. Every room got used. She sucked me in the shower, I ate her pussy on the dining table, and she let me fuck her ass while she begged for more. By the end we were both sore, covered in sweat and cum, but she just smiled and said, "This is our secret now, beta. Mommy's yours whenever you want."
And I wanted her constantly.
