Rahul slammed the door behind him, his cock already half-hard from the way his mom had been bending over the kitchen counter all evening. Priya, 42, thick hips and heavy tits that strained her thin saree blouse, turned and caught his stare. She didn't look away.
"You've been watching me like a hungry dog, beta," she said, voice low and rough. "Come here and do something about it."
Rahul crossed the room in three steps. He grabbed her waist, spun her around, and yanked the pallu off her shoulder. Her blouse buttons popped as he ripped it open. Those big brown tits spilled out, dark nipples already stiff. He squeezed one hard, thumb dragging over the peak.
"Fuck, Mom, these are mine tonight," he growled.
Priya moaned and reached back to grab his dick through his jeans. "Then stop talking and fuck your mother."
He bent her over the dining table, saree pushed up to her waist, panties ripped aside. Her pussy was soaked, fat lips glistening. Rahul spat on his fingers, rubbed her clit once, then shoved two fingers deep. She pushed back onto them.
"More," she hissed. "Give me that cock."
Rahul unzipped, pulled out his thick shaft, and slammed it straight into her. No slow entry. Just one hard thrust that buried him to the balls. Priya cried out, gripping the table edge. He fucked her like he hated her, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass with every stroke.
"Take it, Mom. Take your son's cock," he grunted, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her jiggling ass cheek.
Priya pushed back to meet every thrust. "Harder, Rahul. Pound your mother's cunt. I've been wet for you all week."
He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles while he drilled her.
Her juices ran down his balls. The wet squelch of her pussy filled the room. When she started shaking, he pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and drove back in.
Her legs locked around his waist. Rahul leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make her yelp. He fucked her through the orgasm, never slowing, until she was gasping and clawing his back.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Fill me up."
Rahul grunted, pace turning sloppy. He buried himself deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping straight into her pussy. Priya milked him with her walls, holding him inside until he stopped twitching.
He pulled out and watched his cum leak from her stretched hole. Priya sat up, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean while staring at him.
"Bedroom," she ordered. "We're not done."
In the bedroom she stripped the rest of the way and climbed onto all fours. Rahul knelt behind her, spread her ass, and licked from her dripping cunt up to her tight asshole. Priya moaned and pushed back on his tongue. He tongue-fucked her ass while two fingers worked her pussy again, then lined up and shoved his cock back into her creamy slit.
This time he took his time at first, long slow strokes so she felt every inch, then picked up speed until the headboard slammed the wall. Priya reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts.
"Talk dirty to me," she demanded.
"Your pussy feels better than any girl's I've ever fucked," Rahul said, voice ragged. "So wet and tight. I'm going to cum in my own mother again."
"Do it. Breed me."
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and hooked her legs over his shoulders. The new angle let him go deeper. Priya's tits bounced with every thrust. Sweat slicked their skin. Rahul reached down and pinched both nipples while he hammered her.
She came again, pussy clamping down so hard it almost pushed him out. Rahul kept fucking through it until his second load joined the first, flooding her again. When he finally pulled out, a thick stream of white ran down her crack onto the sheets.
They lay there panting for a minute. Then Priya rolled onto her side, grabbed his softening cock, and started stroking it back to life.
"Round three," she said, eyes dark. "This time I want it in my ass."
Rahul grinned, already getting hard again. "Whatever you want, Mom."
He reached for the lube on the nightstand, coated his fingers, and started working her tight hole open while she stroked him. The night was just getting started.
