She was in the kitchen when I walked in, her back to me, the thin cotton saree clinging to her full ass after shed spilled water on herself. I was twenty-one, home from college for the summer, and the sight of my mothers round cheeks outlined like that made my cock twitch instantly.
Arjun, help me with this, she said without turning. Her voice was low, the same voice that had scolded me as a kid but now sounded thick.
I stepped behind her. The wet fabric stuck to her skin, and I could see the line of her panties underneath. I didnt think. I just pressed my body against hers, letting her feel the hard length in my shorts.
She froze. Beta what are you doing?
I reached around and cupped one heavy breast through the blouse. Her nipple was already stiff. You know what Im doing, Ma. Ive seen how you look at me.
She didnt push me away. Instead she leaned back, ass rubbing against my cock. This is wrong, she whispered, but her hips moved in a slow circle.
I yanked the saree down.
It pooled at her feet. Her ass was bare except for a tiny black thong. I pulled that aside and slid two fingers straight into her cunt. She was dripping.
Fuck, she hissed. Your father never touches me like that.
I finger-fucked her hard, palm slapping her clit with every thrust. She bent over the counter, moaning loud. More. Give me more, son.
I freed my cock, thick and veined, and rubbed the head up and down her slit. You want your sons cock in this desi pussy?
Yes, she begged. Fuck your mother. Do it now.
I slammed in deep on the first thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping me like a fist. I held her hips and pounded, the wet sounds filling the kitchen. Her big tits swung free after I ripped the blouse open. I pinched her nipples hard while I drove into her.
She came fast, cunt pulsing around my shaft, juices running down her thighs. I didnt stop. I kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and spun her around. I lifted her onto the counter and shoved back inside, legs over my shoulders.
Harder, she ordered. Fuck me like you hate me.
I gave it to her rough, balls slapping her ass, sweat dripping between us. She clawed my back and screamed when she came again. I pulled out at the last second and sprayed thick ropes across her stomach and tits, marking her.
We didnt talk much after. She slid off the counter, licked my cock clean, then led me to her bedroom. That night I fucked her three more timesonce in the shower with her bent against the tiles, once with her riding me while her heavy breasts bounced in my face, and once slow and deep from behind while I held her throat and called her my dirty desi slut.
By morning she was still leaking my cum and already asking when we could do it again.
