The rain hammered against the tin roof of our small Delhi flat as I pressed play on the old cassette player. Mas voice filled the room, low and husky, speaking in that slow, filthy Hindi she only used when no one else could hear.
Beta, come here. Let your mother show you what a real woman feels like.
I was twenty-five, old enough to know better, but my cock was already hard before she even finished the sentence. She sat on the edge of the bed, saree half-unraveled, blouse open, heavy breasts spilling out. Her nipples were dark and stiff, begging to be sucked. I dropped to my knees between her thick thighs and buried my face in her warm, musky cunt.
Ma moaned into the recorder she always kept running.
Haan beta, lick your mothers chut like that. Taste how wet she is for her own son.
Her juices coated my tongue, salty and thick. I dragged it from her dripping hole up to her swollen clit, sucking hard. She grabbed my hair and ground against my mouth, saree bunched around her waist. Aur zor se, beta. Make your ma cum on your tongue.
I shoved two fingers inside her, pumping fast while I flicked her clit. Her thighs shook. The wet sounds of my fingers fucking her filled the room along with her voice on the tape, describing every filthy detail for the audio. Dekho kaise mera beta meri chut mein ungliyan daal raha hai. Kitna bada lund hai uska, abhi muh mein leke choosunga.
She pulled me up and pushed me onto the bed. My cock slapped against my stomach, thick and leaking. Ma wrapped her soft hand around it and stroked once, twice, spreading the precum. Then she leaned down and took the head into her hot mouth, sucking hard.
Ma I groaned.
She looked up at me with those dark, hungry eyes and slid lower, taking more of my cock until it hit the back of her throat. She gagged but didnt stop, drool running down my shaft as she bobbed. The recorder caught every slurp and moan.
When she pulled off, strings of spit connected her lips to my cock. Ab andar daal, beta. Apni ma ki chut phaad de apne lund se.
I flipped her onto her back, yanked her thighs apart, and slammed inside in one hard thrust. Her cunt was tight, hot, and dripping. She cried out, nails digging into my back. Haan! Aur gehra! Meri chut ko apna bana le!
I fucked her like an animal, the bed creaking, her heavy tits bouncing with every thrust. The audio kept playing, her recorded voice describing how her sons cock felt stretching her open. Sweat slicked our bodies. I bent down and sucked one fat nipple into my mouth, biting just hard enough to make her whimper.
Ma wrapped her legs around my waist and met every thrust. Cum inside your mother, beta. Bhar de meri chut apne garam paani se.
I lost it. My balls tightened and I drove deep, flooding her cunt with thick ropes of cum. She came with me, her walls pulsing, milking every drop while she moaned my name into the recorder.
We lay there panting, my cock still twitching inside her. Ma reached over, stopped the tape, and smiled that wicked smile.
Kal phir record karenge, beta. This time you describe how your mothers chut tastes.
She kissed me slow and deep, already planning the next filthy Hindi audio we would make together.
