The house was empty except for us. I came home late from work and found her in the kitchen, still in that thin cotton saree she wore around the house. The pallu had slipped off her shoulder. Her blouse was damp with sweat, clinging to the heavy curves of her breasts. She turned when she heard me and smiled like always, but something in her eyes looked different tonight.
Beta, youre late again, she said softly, wiping her hands on the edge of her saree. Her voice was low, tired, but warm. I stepped closer, the smell of her skin and the faint scent of cooking spices hitting me hard. My cock was already half-hard just from looking at her.
I didnt answer with words. I reached out and pulled her against me. Her body went stiff for a second, then softened. What are you doing? she whispered, but she didnt push me away. My hands slid down her back and grabbed her ass through the thin fabric. It was full and warm. I squeezed hard.
Mom, I cant stop thinking about this, I said, my voice rough. About you. About fucking you.
She gasped, but her hips pushed forward against the bulge in my pants. This is wrong, she breathed, yet her hands came up to rest on my chest. I could feel her nipples hardening through the blouse. I leaned in and kissed her neck, tasting salt and that sweet smell she always carried. My tongue dragged up to her ear.
Tell me to stop and I will, I growled. Instead she moaned, low and shaky. Her fingers tightened on my shirt. I spun her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. The saree came loose easily when I tugged. It pooled at her feet. Underneath she wore only the blouse and a thin petticoat. I yanked the petticoat down too.
Her ass was bare, round and pale in the dim light. I slapped one cheek and watched it jiggle. Fuck, Mom, look at you. She pushed her hips back, spreading her legs without being told. Her pussy was already wet, lips glistening. I dropped my pants and freed my cock, thick and throbbing. I rubbed the head up and down her slit, coating myself in her juices.
She whimpered. Please dont tease. I grabbed her hips and thrust in deep in one hard stroke. She cried out, her walls clamping tight around me. Hot, wet, perfect. I started fucking her right there, pounding into her from behind while the counter shook. Every slap of my hips against her ass made wet sounds echo through the kitchen.
Harder, beta, she panted, pushing back to meet every thrust. Fuck your mother like you mean it. Hearing those words from her mouth made me even harder. I reached around and pinched her clit, rubbing fast circles while I drove into her. She came fast, shaking and moaning loud, her pussy pulsing around my cock.
I didnt stop. I pulled out, turned her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I slid back inside. Her blouse was still on; I ripped the hooks open so her heavy tits spilled out. They bounced with every thrust. I sucked one nipple hard, biting just enough to make her gasp.
We moved to the bedroom after that. She rode me on the bed, saree completely gone now, her body glistening with sweat. She ground down on my cock, rolling her hips in slow circles before bouncing hard. Ive wanted this too, she confessed between moans. Every night when you walk around the house shirtless I touch myself thinking about you inside me.
I flipped her onto her back and fucked her deep, legs over my shoulders so I could watch my cock disappear into her. Her tits shook, her mouth open in constant moans. I came first, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum. She followed right after, clenching and milking every drop.
We lay tangled together afterward, breathing hard. She stroked my chest and whispered, This stays between us. No one can know. I kissed her forehead and slid my hand between her thighs again, already getting hard for round two. She smiled and spread her legs wider.
The night was just starting.
