Priya sat on the couch in their small Chennai apartment, the AC humming low against the sticky night heat. Her 25-year-old son Rahul had the laptop open on the coffee table, the screen glowing with a Tamil porn video hed pulled up after dinner. Just curious, Amma, hed said with that cocky grin, but they both knew the house was empty and the door was locked.
The video started with a busty Tamil woman on her knees, sucking a thick cock while moaning in that familiar accent. Priya shifted, her saree riding up her thighs. She should have told him to turn it off, but her eyes stayed glued. Rahuls hand rested on his lap, and she could see the bulge growing under his shorts.
Fuck, look at her, Rahul muttered, voice low and rough. Shes taking it deep.
Priyas nipples tightened under her blouse. She crossed her legs, but the movement only made her pussy throb. The woman on screen was getting fucked from behind now, her heavy tits swinging, ass rippling with every thrust. Rahuls breathing got heavier. He adjusted himself openly, gripping his cock through the fabric.
Rahul, this is wrong, Priya said, but it came out breathy, not like a real protest.
He looked at her, eyes dark. Youre wet, arent you, Amma? I can tell.
She didnt answer. Instead she uncrossed her legs. The porn kept playing, the man now eating the womans pussy, tongue loud and sloppy. Rahul slid closer on the couch. His hand brushed her thigh, then slid higher, pushing the saree aside. When his fingers pressed against the damp cotton of her panties, Priya gasped but didnt stop him.
Shit, youre soaked, he growled. He rubbed her clit through the fabric, slow and firm. On screen the couple switched to missionary, the womans legs spread wide while the guy pounded her. Rahul pulled Priyas panties aside and pushed two fingers straight into her cunt. She was tight and hot, clenching around him.
Rahul oh god, she moaned, hips rocking. He finger-fucked her harder, thumb circling her clit. The wet sounds from her pussy mixed with the porns filthy audio. She reached over and yanked his shorts down. His cock sprang free, long, veined, and leaking at the tip. Priya wrapped her hand around it and started stroking, matching the rhythm of his fingers inside her.
They watched the screen while they touched each other. The Tamil actress was now riding reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing, pussy stretched around the thick shaft. Rahul groaned. I want to fuck you like that, Amma.
Right now.
Priya didnt hesitate. She stood, peeled off her saree and blouse, then pushed her panties down. Her body was soft, full breasts with dark nipples, wide hips, and a neatly trimmed pussy already glistening. Rahul stripped fast. He lay back on the couch and pulled her on top. Priya straddled him, grabbed his cock, and sank down in one smooth motion.
She was so wet he slid in deep on the first try. Both of them moaned loud. Priya started riding him, rolling her hips the way the woman on screen did. Rahuls hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks while he thrust up to meet her. The slap of skin filled the room, louder than the porn now.
Harder, she demanded. Fuck your mom harder.
Rahul flipped them, putting Priya on her back. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove into her deep, balls slapping against her ass. The angle hit her G-spot every time. She clawed at his back, pussy squeezing him tight. On the laptop the couple had switched to doggy again, but neither of them was watching anymore.
Rahul pounded her faster, sweat dripping from his chest onto her tits. Your cunt feels so fucking good, he grunted. So wet for your sons cock.
Priya came first, back arching, a long broken moan ripping out of her as her pussy spasmed around him. Rahul kept fucking her through it, then pulled out at the last second and stroked himself over her stomach and tits, thick ropes of cum painting her skin.
They stayed tangled on the couch, breathing hard, the porn video still looping in the background. Priya reached up and touched his face. Were doing this again tomorrow night, she said.
Rahul smiled, already getting hard again against her thigh. And every night after.
