Rahul slammed the door behind him, sweat still clinging to his skin from the afternoon heat. His mother Priya stood in the kitchen, her back to him, the thin cotton sari clinging to her wide hips and heavy ass. She was 42, but her body looked built for sinfull tits that strained every blouse, a soft belly, and thick thighs that rubbed when she walked.
"Ma, I'm home," he called, voice already rough.
Priya turned, wiping her hands on a towel. Her eyes dropped straight to the bulge in his shorts. "You look tense, beta. Come here."
He crossed the room fast. She didn't step back when he grabbed her waist and yanked her against him. Her heavy breasts mashed into his chest. "You're hard already," she whispered, reaching down to squeeze his cock through the fabric. "My boy's cock is always ready for his mother."
Rahul groaned and shoved her sari up, fingers sliding between her legs. She wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy was wet, lips puffy and hot. He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Priya gasped, hips jerking forward. "Fuck, yes. Finger your mother's cunt."
He pumped his fingers hard, thumb rubbing her clit. Juices coated his hand. Priya reached into his shorts, pulled his thick cock free, and started stroking it fast, grip tight. "So big. Mommy needs this dick."
They didn't make it to the bedroom. Rahul spun her around, bent her over the kitchen table, and kicked her legs apart. He yanked the sari higher, exposing her round ass. One thrust and he buried his cock to the balls in her soaked pussy. Priya cried out, gripping the table edge.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me like you own this pussy."
Rahul slammed into her, skin slapping loud. Her ass rippled with every thrust. He reached around, grabbed her swinging tits, and pinched her nipples through the blouse. Priya pushed back, meeting every stroke. "That's it, beta. Pound your mother's cunt. Fill it up."
He fucked her rough and fast, table scraping the floor. Priya's moans turned into dirty talk. "Your cock feels so good stretching me. Better than your father's ever did. Cum inside me, Rahul. Give mommy your load."
He lasted only minutes before he groaned and shot deep, flooding her pussy. Cum leaked out around his cock as he kept thrusting through it. Priya clenched around him, coming with a low moan, her walls milking every drop.
They didn't stop there. That night Priya came to his room naked, climbed on top, and rode him slow at first, then hard, tits bouncing in his face. "Suck mommy's nipples while I fuck you," she ordered. He latched on, biting gently, hands gripping her ass as she ground down.
Over the next weeks it became constant. Morning blowjobs in the shower, her on her knees taking him to the back of her throat, gagging and drooling while he held her head. Quickies against the wall when his father was at work. Priya teaching him how she liked her clit licked, legs spread wide on the couch, moaning "Eat mommy's pussy, baby" until she squirted on his tongue.
One afternoon she made him fuck her ass for the first time. Bent over the bed, she reached back and spread her cheeks. "Use spit. Then shove it in." Rahul worked his cock into her tight hole, inch by inch, while she cursed and begged. Once buried, he fucked her ass with the same raw pace she loved in her cunt, reaching under to rub her clit until she came screaming.
They never hid the filth. Priya would whisper at dinner, "Your cum is still leaking out of me," while his father sat nearby.
Rahul would finger her under the table later, making her bite her lip to stay quiet. Every night ended with him balls-deep in one of her holes, her voice hoarse from telling him how much she loved her son's cock.
By the end of the month, Priya stopped pretending there were limits. "Anytime you want it, beta. Mommy's holes are yours." Rahul took her at her wordmorning, noon, and nightuntil the house smelled like sex and neither of them wanted anything else.
