Rahul had just turned twenty-two when he came back home from college for the summer. The small apartment in Mumbai felt smaller with the monsoon humidity pressing in. His mother, Meera, was thirty-nine, still working long shifts at the bank, her body thick in the hips and heavy in the breasts from years of cooking and carrying the weight of their little family. His father had left years ago. It was just the two of them now.
One night the power went out. They sat on the floor in the living room with a single candle. Meera wore a thin cotton nightie that stuck to her skin from the sweat. Rahul could see the dark circles of her nipples through the fabric. She caught him staring and didnt look away.
Youre a man now, she said in Hindi, voice low. You think I dont notice how you look at me?
Rahuls cock was already hard in his shorts. Ma, I
She reached over and grabbed it through the thin material. This is what you want? Your mothers hand on your lund?
He groaned. She squeezed harder, stroking him slowly. Say it. Tell your mom you want to fuck her.
I want to fuck you, Ma, he rasped.
Meera pulled her nightie over her head. Her big brown tits spilled out, nipples thick and dark. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his face. First you eat your mothers chut. Make it wet for your cock.
Her pussy was hairy, already slick. Rahul buried his tongue in her folds, licking up and down, sucking on her swollen clit the way she told him. Meera rocked her hips, grinding on his mouth, moaning in Hindi. Aur zor se, beta. Taste your mothers juice.
When she was dripping, she slid down and took his cock in one smooth motion. She was tight and hot inside. Rahul grabbed her ass as she rode him hard, her heavy tits bouncing in his face. She leaned down and fed him a nipple. Suck Mas boobs while you fuck her.
They moved to the bedroom. Meera got on all fours, ass up. Take your mother from behind like a randi. Rahul slammed into her, balls slapping against her. The wet sounds filled the room. She pushed back, meeting every thrust. Deeper. Fill your moms chut with your cum.
He lasted as long as he could, then flooded her with thick ropes of seed. Meera came with him, cunt pulsing around his cock, crying out his name.
Afterward they lay tangled, sweat cooling on their skin. She stroked his softening dick and whispered, This is our secret. Every night from now on, you fuck your mother like this.
Rahul was already getting hard again. He rolled her onto her back, spread her legs, and pushed back inside the same sticky, cum-filled pussy. Meera smiled, wrapped her legs around him, and pulled him deeper. Good boy. Give Ma more.
