Ramesh slammed the door behind him, sweat still clinging to his skin from the long bus ride back to their village outside Hyderabad. His mother, Lakshmi, stood in the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands on her sari. At forty-two she was still thick in all the right places, heavy breasts straining against the thin cotton blouse, hips wide from years of hard work.
Amma, he said, voice low. I missed this house. I missed you.
She smiled, but her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in his pants. Youre a man now, Ramesh. Twenty-two and still staring at your mother like that.
He stepped closer. I cant help it. Every night in the city I jerked off thinking about your big tits and that hot cunt you keep hidden under those sarees.
Lakshmis breath hitched. She didnt slap him. Instead she reached behind her and untied the blouse. Her heavy brown breasts spilled free, dark nipples already stiff. Then stop talking and take what you want, you dirty boy.
Ramesh grabbed her, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hands yanked the saree down her hips. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips already glistening. He shoved two fingers inside without warning, pumping them fast. Fuck, Amma, youre soaked. Youve been waiting for your sons cock, havent you?
She moaned, grinding down on his hand. Yes every time you call from the city I touch myself thinking about you fucking me like a whore. Put it in me, Ramesh. Fuck your mother raw.
He freed his thick cock, already leaking, and bent her over the kitchen table. One thrust buried him balls-deep in her tight, wet heat. Lakshmi cried out, pushing back to take every inch. He pounded her hard, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the small house, her heavy tits swinging with every stroke.
Tell me how it feels, he growled, gripping her hair.
So big stretching your ammas cunt so good. Harder, baby. Fill me up.
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove in deeper. Her juices coated his shaft and ran down to her ass. Every thrust made her moan louder, begging in Telugu and English mixed together. Dengu ra fuck me dont stop.
Ramesh felt his balls tighten. He pulled out, flipped her again, and pushed into her ass without lube, using only her own cream. She screamed, then pushed back, taking it. Yes, fuck my ass too. Use all your mothers holes.
He came deep inside her ass, pumping thick ropes while she rubbed her clit and squirted across the floor. They stayed locked together, panting, until he pulled out and watched his cum leak from her stretched hole.
Lakshmi turned, dropped to her knees, and licked him clean.
Round two in the bedroom, she said, voice hoarse. This time I want you to breed my pussy properly.
Ramesh smiled, already hard again. The night was just starting.
