She stood in the kitchen doorway, her red saree clinging to her full hips and heavy tits from the evening sweat. "Beta, come here," Priya said, voice low and thick. Her 45-year-old body had that ripe, soft look that drove her 25-year-old son wild lately.
Rahul walked in, cock already half-hard in his shorts from the way she looked at him.
Priya didn't waste time. She yanked the pallu off her shoulder, letting the blouse strain against her dark nipples. "You've been staring at these for weeks. Touch them." Rahul grabbed her tits hard, squeezing the flesh through the thin fabric. She moaned, "Yes, squeeze your mother's breasts like that." Her hand went straight to his crotch, rubbing the thick bulge. "Fuck, beta, your cock is so big. Pull it out."
Rahul freed his stiff dick, the head already leaking. Priya dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and took him in her mouth without hesitation. She sucked loud and sloppy, spit running down his shaft as she bobbed. "Mmm, taste so good," she mumbled around his cock, one hand cupping his balls while the other slipped under her saree to finger her wet cunt. The room filled with wet sucking sounds and her heavy breathing.
She stood up, pulled the saree up to her waist, and bent over the counter. "Fuck your mom now. Shove that cock in my pussy." Rahul lined up and slammed into her from behind. Priya was soaked, her Indian cunt gripping him tight as he pounded. Her ass cheeks jiggled with every thrust. "Harder, beta! Fuck me like a whore. Your father's never fucked me this deep."
Rahul grabbed her hips and drove in faster, the slap of skin loud in the quiet house. Priya reached back to spread her ass wider. "Play with my asshole too. Finger it while you fuck my cunt." He pushed a finger in, feeling her clench around both. She came first, cunt pulsing and dripping down her thighs, cursing in Hindi mixed with English. "Bhenchod, yes! Fill me up!"
He didn't pull out. Instead he flipped her around, lifted one leg onto the counter, and fucked her face-to-face. Her blouse was open now, tits bouncing free, dark areolas shiny with sweat. Priya clawed his back. "Cum inside your mother. Breed this pussy." Rahul groaned and unloaded deep, hot spurts flooding her as she milked every drop.
They didn't stop there. Later in the bedroom she rode him, saree still half on, grinding her clit against him while dirty-talking the whole time. "You like mommy's tight desi pussy? Want to fuck me every night?" By morning they had used every position, both covered in sweat and cum, already planning the next round.
