Rahul had just turned nineteen when it finally happened. He had been home from college for the summer, living in their small two-bedroom flat in Delhi with his mother, Sunita. She was forty-two, still thick in the hips and heavy in the tits, the kind of woman who filled out a sari like it was painted on. Rahul had been jerking off to the thought of her for years, staring at the way her ass swayed when she walked, the way her blouse strained over those fat brown nipples he sometimes caught through the thin cotton.
One night the power went out. It was hot as hell, the kind of sticky Delhi heat that made clothes feel like a prison. Sunita came out of her room in just a thin nightie, nothing underneath. The fabric stuck to her body, outlining every curve. Rahul was sitting on the sofa in his boxers, already half-hard from the heat and the darkness.
"Can't sleep either?" she asked, her voice low.
He shook his head. She sat down next to him, too close. Her thigh pressed against his. He could smell her skin, that mix of soap and sweat. His cock twitched and started to push against his boxers.
Sunita noticed. She didn't look away. Instead she reached over and put her hand right on it, squeezing through the fabric.
"Fuck, Rahul," she said, voice rough. "You've been walking around with this all summer. I can hear you at night, stroking it, thinking about me."
He didn't deny it. He just grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand harder against his dick. "Then do something about it, Mom."
She didn't hesitate. She yanked his boxers down and wrapped her fingers around his thick cock, stroking him slow and tight. "You want your mother's hand on your cock? Is that what you jerk off to?"
"Yes," he groaned. "I want to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you for years."
Sunita leaned in and kissed him hard, tongue pushing into his mouth while her hand worked his shaft. She tasted like the paan she chewed after dinner. Rahul shoved the nightie up over her tits and sucked one dark nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make her moan.
They didn't make it to the bedroom. She stood, pulled the nightie off completely, and bent over the arm of the sofa, ass up, legs spread. Her pussy was already wet, lips puffy and dark, a little bush trimmed short above her slit.
"Fuck me then," she said, looking back at him. "Put that cock in your mother's cunt and fuck me like you mean it."
Rahul didn't need to be told twice. He lined up and slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight, hot, and dripping.
He grabbed her hips and started pounding, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the dark room. Sunita pushed back against every stroke, cursing and moaning.
"Harder, beta. Fuck your mom harder. Fill that pussy."
He reached around and rubbed her clit while he fucked her, feeling her walls squeeze him every time he hit deep. She came first, shaking and gushing around his cock, but he didn't stop. He kept driving into her until his balls tightened and he emptied inside her, pumping thick ropes of cum deep in her cunt.
They didn't stop there. Sunita turned around, dropped to her knees, and sucked him clean, tasting their mixed juices on his still-hard dick. Then she pushed him onto the sofa and climbed on top, riding him slow and dirty, her heavy tits bouncing in his face while she told him exactly how long she'd wanted his cock.
By the time the power came back on they were both slick with sweat, her pussy leaking his cum down her thighs, and neither of them had any intention of stopping. The night was just getting started.
