She was standing at the kitchen sink in just a thin nightie when I walked in from the late shift. The fabric clung to her heavy tits and wide hips, her ass outlined like she wanted me to stare. Mom turned, water dripping from her hands, and gave me that look shed been giving for weeks. Youre late again, beta, she said, voice low. Come here and help me dry these.
I stepped close, took the towel, but my hands went to her waist instead. She didnt pull away. Her body was warm, soft, smelling of soap and sweat. I pressed against her from behind, my cock already hard in my jeans, grinding slow against her round ass. Mom, this is wrong, I muttered, even as my hands slid up to cup her breasts through the thin cloth. Her nipples were stiff, pushing back against my palms.
Shut up and touch me properly, she hissed, pushing her ass back harder. Your fathers asleep upstairs. We dont have time for guilt.
I yanked the nightie up over her hips. No panties. Her pussy was already wet, lips puffy and slick. I shoved two fingers inside her without warning, pumping fast. She moaned, gripping the counter, juices coating my knuckles. Fuck, youre dripping for your own son, I growled, curling my fingers to hit that spot that made her knees shake.
She reached back, unzipped me, and pulled my cock out. Her hand was firm, stroking the thick length, thumb smearing pre-cum over the head. Put it in me. Now.
I bent her over the sink and slammed inside in one thrust. Her cunt was tight, hot, gripping every inch. She bit her arm to stay quiet while I fucked her hard, hips slapping loud against her ass. The wet sounds filled the kitchenslap, slap, slapmixed with her muffled grunts. I reached around, rubbed her clit rough and fast until she came, pussy clenching and flooding my cock with fresh cream.
We didnt stop there. She dragged me to the living room couch, pushed me down, and straddled me. Her tits spilled out when she pulled the nightie off. I sucked one nipple hard while she sank down on my dick again, riding me deep and fast. Sweat ran between her breasts.
She leaned forward, whispering filthy Hindi in my earChod mujhe, beta, apni maa ko chodwhile her pussy milked me.
I flipped her onto her back, legs over my shoulders, and pounded her until the couch creaked. Her nails dug into my arms. Every thrust made her tits bounce. When I was close she pulled me out, dropped to her knees, and took me in her mouth, sucking greedily, tongue swirling the head while her fingers stroked the base. I came down her throat with a groan, watching her swallow every drop.
She stood, wiped her lips, and kissed me hard, tasting myself on her tongue. Tomorrow night, she whispered. Your room. Dont make me wait.
We kept it going for months after thatquick fucks in the shower, long slow ones when Dad was at work, her riding me reverse cowgirl while we watched TV with the volume up. Every time she called me beta in that husky voice it made me harder. The guilt never left, but the need always won. She wanted it raw and dirty, and I gave it to her until we both shook.
