Priya needed the rent money bad. Her husband had skipped town months ago, leaving her with bills stacked like bricks and a son who ate like a horse. At forty-two, she still turned heads with her thick curves, heavy tits, and that round Indian ass that filled out her saree just right. But jobs were scarce, and she was desperate.
Rohan, her son's best friend, was nineteen and always hanging around. Tall, lean, with a cocky grin and a fat wallet from his dad's business. He showed up that afternoon while her son was at work.
"Aunty, you look stressed," he said, leaning on the kitchen counter. "Need cash? I got some. But it's not free."
Priya glared at him, but her pussy twitched at the way he stared at her chest. "What the fuck are you saying, Rohan?"
"Simple. You fuck me, I give you five thousand. Right now." He pulled out a wad of bills. "Your son's not here. No one has to know."
Her face burned, but the money looked real. Bills were due tomorrow. She swallowed hard. "You're a dirty little bastard. Fine. But you keep your mouth shut."
Rohan grinned and locked the door. "Strip, Aunty. Show me those big tits."
Priya peeled off her blouse and bra, letting her heavy brown breasts spill free, dark nipples already stiff. She dropped her saree and petticoat, standing naked in the kitchen. Her thick thighs rubbed together, and her shaved pussy lips were already glistening.
"Fuck, look at that," Rohan muttered, yanking his pants down. His cock sprang out, thick and veiny, nine inches of hard meat. "Get on your knees and suck it."
She dropped down, grabbed his shaft, and wrapped her lips around the head. It tasted salty and hot. She bobbed fast, slurping loud, spit dripping down his balls as she took him deeper. Rohan grabbed her hair and fucked her face, making her gag.
"Deep throat that dick, you money-hungry slut," he growled.
Priya choked but kept going, her pussy dripping onto the floor. He pulled out and bent her over the table. "Spread those cheeks."
She reached back and pulled her ass open. Rohan slammed his cock into her wet cunt in one thrust, stretching her tight. "Oh fuck, yes!" she moaned. He pounded her hard, skin slapping, her tits swinging and smacking the table. Each thrust hit deep, making her cream all over his shaft.
"Harder, you little fucker," she hissed. "Earn that money."
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove in balls-deep. Her pussy clenched around him, juices squirting with every slam. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them while he fucked her like a whore.
"Take this cock, Aunty. Your son's friend owns this pussy now."
Priya came hard, screaming, her walls pulsing. Rohan pulled out, flipped her again, and shoved his cock into her tight asshole. She yelped but pushed back, taking every inch. He railed her ass raw, reaching around to rub her clit until she squirted again.
When he was close, he yanked out and shoved his cock back in her mouth. "Swallow every drop." Hot cum flooded her throat. She gulped it down, licking him clean.
Rohan tossed the cash on the table. "Same time next week?"
Priya wiped her mouth, already counting the bills.
Her ass and pussy ached, but her wallet didn't. "Make it ten thousand next time, and you can fuck me all afternoon."
He laughed. "Deal."
