The house was quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan when I walked in from college. Mom was in the kitchen, her back to me, wearing that thin cotton saree she always changed into after work. The pallu had slipped off one shoulder, showing the curve of her heavy breasts under the tight blouse. She turned when she heard the door and smiled that warm, knowing smile.
"Arjun, beta, you're home early," she said, voice soft and husky. "Come, help me with these dishes."
I stepped behind her at the sink. My hands found her waist first, then slid up to cup those full tits through the blouse. She gasped but didn't pull away. "Mom, you've been teasing me all week with these," I growled, squeezing hard. Her nipples hardened instantly under my thumbs.
She leaned back against my chest, ass pressing into my growing cock. "Arjun… this is wrong. But I can't stop thinking about your big dick since I saw you stroking it last night." Her hand reached back and grabbed my bulge through my jeans, squeezing firmly. "So thick. So hard for your own mother."
I yanked the blouse open, buttons popping, and pulled her heavy tits out. They spilled into my hands, soft and warm, nipples dark and stiff. I pinched them while grinding my cock against her round ass. "You want it raw, don't you, Mom? Want your son to fuck this hot pussy you've been hiding."
She moaned and turned around, dropping to her knees right there on the kitchen floor. Her fingers worked my zipper fast. My cock sprang out, already leaking. She looked up at me with hungry eyes and licked the head, tasting the precum.
"Such a dirty boy," she whispered, then opened wide and took me deep into her wet mouth. Her tongue swirled as she sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped my balls.
I fucked her mouth in short thrusts, watching her lips stretch around my shaft. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her bare tits. "That's it, suck your son's cock," I grunted. She moaned around me, the vibration making my balls tighten.
After a few minutes she stood, pulled her saree up around her waist, and bent over the counter. No panties. Her pussy was shaved smooth and glistening. "Fuck me now, Arjun. Fill your mother's cunt."
I didn't wait. I grabbed her hips and slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight, hot, and dripping. Her walls clenched around me as I pounded her from behind, the wet slap of skin filling the kitchen. Her tits swung with every thrust. I reached around to rub her swollen clit.
"Harder, beta! Fuck your mom like a slut!" she cried, pushing back to meet every stroke. I gave it to her, driving deep, balls slapping her ass. Her juices ran down my thighs. When she came she screamed my name, pussy pulsing and squirting around my cock.
I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around me as I shoved back inside. We fucked face to face, her arms around my neck, tits bouncing against my chest. I sucked on her nipples while she rode me, grinding her clit on my pubic bone.
"Going to cum inside you, Mom," I warned.
"Yes! Breed your mother! Fill me up!" she begged.
I exploded deep in her, thick ropes of cum pumping into her spasming cunt. She came again with me, milking every drop. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her.
Later that night she came to my room wearing nothing but a smile. "Round two, beta. This time I want it in my ass." She got on all fours on my bed and reached back to spread her cheeks. I licked her tight hole until it glistened, then worked my cock in slow and deep while she fingered her cum-filled pussy. We fucked until dawn, raw and loud, every hole used, every dirty word spoken.
By morning we were tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, her head on my chest, my cum still leaking from her. "This is our secret, Arjun," she whispered. "But every time your father leaves town, you're going to fuck your hot mom exactly like this." I was already getting hard again.
