The house was quiet except for the hum of the ceiling fan and the distant sound of traffic outside their Mumbai apartment. Priya, 42, stood in the kitchen wearing only a thin cotton nightie that clung to her full breasts and wide hips. Her son Aryan, 19, had come home from college for the break, and the heat between them had been building for days.
She turned when she heard his footsteps. "Aryan, beta, come eat something."
He stepped closer, eyes fixed on the way her nipples pressed against the fabric. "Mom, I don't want food right now."
Priya's breath caught. She knew that look. It was the same one he'd given her last night when she'd bent over to pick up a dropped towel. "What do you want then?"
"I want to fuck you," he said, voice low and direct. "I've been thinking about your pussy all week."
She didn't slap him. Instead she set the plate down and pulled the nightie over her head. Her heavy brown breasts spilled free, dark nipples already hard. "Then come take it."
Aryan crossed the kitchen in two steps. His hands grabbed her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulled her against his hard cock straining in his shorts. He kissed her hard, tongue pushing into her mouth while his fingers slid between her thighs. She was already wet.
"Fuck, Mom, you're dripping," he growled, rubbing her clit in rough circles.
Priya moaned and reached into his shorts, wrapping her fingers around his thick cock. "You've grown so big, beta. Mommy needs this inside her."
He spun her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. The cool marble pressed against her tits as he yanked her hips back. With one thrust he buried his cock deep in her cunt, stretching her open.
Priya cried out, pushing back to take every inch.
Aryan fucked her hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. "Take it, Mom. Take your son's cock."
"Yes! Fuck your mommy's pussy," she gasped, gripping the edge of the counter. Her juices ran down her thighs with every deep stroke.
He reached around and pinched her nipples, twisting them just enough to make her whimper. Then he pulled out, spun her to face him, and lifted her onto the counter. Spreading her legs wide, he slammed back inside her, watching her face as he pounded her.
Priya's head fell back, mouth open. "Harder, Aryan. Make Mommy come on your cock."
He drove into her faster, thumb working her swollen clit. Her pussy clenched around him, and she came with a loud cry, flooding his shaft. Aryan didn't stop. He kept fucking her through the orgasm until his own release hit. He buried himself to the hilt and pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Aryan pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her stretched hole. He scooped some onto his fingers and fed it to her. Priya sucked his fingers clean.
"Bedroom," she said. "Now. Mommy wants more."
They moved to her room. Aryan stripped and lay back on the bed. Priya climbed on top, guiding his still-hard cock back into her cum-slick pussy. She rode him slowly at first, rolling her hips so he could watch her breasts bounce. Then she leaned forward, feeding a nipple into his mouth.
"Suck Mommy's tits while you fuck her," she ordered.
Aryan thrust up hard, sucking and biting at her nipple. His hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks as he pounded into her from below. Priya reached back and rubbed her own clit, coming again with a sharp gasp.
They changed positions throughout the night. He took her on all fours, pounding her from behind while pulling her hair. She sucked his cock clean between rounds, tasting their mixed juices. He fucked her against the wall, her legs wrapped around him. Each time he filled her with more cum, and each time she begged for it.
By morning light, Priya lay sprawled on the sheets, thighs sticky, pussy swollen and satisfied. Aryan lay beside her, fingers lazily stroking her slit.
"Again?" she asked, voice hoarse.
He rolled on top of her. "All day, Mom."
She smiled and spread her legs wider. The summer had just begun.
