Rahul slammed the door behind him, his cock already half-hard from the drive home. His wife was away visiting her parents for the week, and he knew exactly what that meant. His mother Priya was in the kitchen, her back to him, wearing that thin cotton saree that clung to her heavy ass and full tits. She turned when she heard him, her dark eyes locking on his with that same hungry look she'd had since the first time he fucked her three years ago.
"Locked the door?" she asked, voice low and rough.
"Yeah, Ma. We're alone."
Priya didn't waste time. She walked straight to him, dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor, and yanked his pants down. His thick brown cock sprang free, already leaking. She wrapped her fingers around the base and licked the head in one slow, wet stroke.
"Fuck, your cock tastes good," she muttered, then shoved it into her mouth. Rahul groaned and grabbed her hair, thrusting into her throat while she gagged and slurped. Spit ran down her chin onto her saree blouse. She pulled off just long enough to say, "I want you to fuck your mother's cunt raw tonight. Your wife doesn't need to know how deep her husband goes inside me."
He pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. The saree came up fast, her panties shoved aside. Her pussy was already dripping, dark lips swollen and ready. Rahul lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Priya cried out, pushing back against him.
"Harder, beta. Fuck your mother like you own this pussy."
He did. He pounded her from behind, the wet slap of skin filling the kitchen. Her heavy tits bounced out of the blouse when he reached around and tore it open. He squeezed her nipples hard while his cock stretched her married son's dick claiming the hole that made him. Priya reached back and spread her ass cheeks wider, begging for more.
They moved to the bedroom. Rahul stripped the rest of her clothes off and laid her on the bed, legs spread wide. He buried his face between her thighs and ate her pussy like a starving man, tongue fucking her hole and sucking her clit until she came on his face, thighs shaking around his head.
Then he climbed on top, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove back inside. The angle let him go deeper, hitting her cervix with every thrust. Priya clawed his back and moaned filthy things in Hindi mixed with English.
"Chod mujhe, Rahul. Fuck your ma hard. Fill my cunt with your cum. I want it leaking out of me all night."
He flipped her onto all fours and took her from behind again, this time spreading her ass and pressing his thumb against her tight hole. She pushed back, letting him work it in while his cock kept pounding her pussy. The double penetration made her scream and squirt around his shaft.
They fucked for hours. On the floor, against the wall, with her riding him reverse so he could watch her ass bounce. Every time he came, he stayed inside her, letting the next round build while they talked dirty about how wrong it was, how much better her pussy felt than his wife's, how she wanted him to breed her even though he was already married.
By morning Priya was covered in sweat and cum, her body marked with his handprints. Rahul lay beside her, cock still twitching, and whispered, "Same time next week when she's gone again?"
Priya smiled, reached down, and stroked him back to hardness. "Every week, beta. Your mothers cunt belongs to you now."
They went at it once more before sunrise, slow and grinding this time, his cock sliding in and out of her cum-filled pussy while she whispered how much she loved being her son's secret married whore.
When he finally pumped another load deep inside her, they both knew this was far from over.
