Lakshmi lay awake in the humid darkness of their modest Hyderabad home, the ceiling fan doing little to cool the sweat on her skin. At forty-two she still had the full curves that turned heads in the marketheavy breasts, wide hips, thick thighs that rubbed together when she walked. Her husband was away on a month-long construction job in Dubai, leaving her alone with their twenty-five-year-old son, Arjun.
Arjun had come home from his engineering job late, shirt clinging to his chest, and she had noticed the way his eyes lingered on her when she bent to serve dinner. That look had stayed with her all evening. Now, hours later, she heard his bedroom door open and soft footsteps in the hall.
She didnt move when he pushed her door open. The moonlight showed him standing there in just his boxers, cock already half-hard and pushing against the fabric.
Amma, he said, voice low. I cant sleep.
Lakshmi sat up, the thin nightie sliding off one shoulder. Come here, then.
He crossed the room in three strides. She reached out and hooked her fingers in his waistband, yanking the boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already glistening. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked once, slow and firm.
Fuck, Amma, he groaned.
She leaned forward and took him into her mouth without another word. Her lips stretched around his girth as she sucked him deep, tongue swirling over the underside. Arjuns hands went to her hair, gripping tight while he thrust shallowly into her throat. Spit ran down her chin and onto her nightie, soaking the thin cotton over her nipples.
She pulled off with a wet pop. Get on the bed.
He climbed over her. Lakshmi pulled the nightie over her head, baring her heavy breasts and the dark triangle between her legs. Arjun didnt wait. He shoved two fingers straight into her pussy, finding her already dripping. He pumped them hard, thumb grinding her clit while she moaned and spread wider for him.
Such a wet cunt for your own son, he growled, adding a third finger.
Lakshmi arched, fucking herself on his hand. Shut up and fuck me.
Arjun pulled his fingers out, lined his cock up, and drove in with one hard thrust. She gasped, legs wrapping around his waist as he bottomed out. He didnt start gentle. He fucked her in long, punishing strokes, the headboard banging the wall with every slam. Her tits bounced and shook; he leaned down and sucked a nipple hard, teeth scraping.
Harder, she demanded, nails digging into his back. Make your mother come on that big cock.
He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and slammed back inside. The angle let him go deeper. His balls slapped her clit with every thrust. Lakshmi reached between her legs and rubbed herself furiously while he pounded her.
She came first, pussy clenching around him in rhythmic pulses, juices running down her thighs. Arjun didnt stop. He kept driving into her through the orgasm until his rhythm faltered. With a low grunt he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her, hot spurts of cum filling her deep.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. After a minute he pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her swollen pussy. Lakshmi rolled onto her back and spread her legs wider, showing him the mess.
Clean it up, she said.
Arjun dropped between her thighs and licked her clean, tongue lapping at his own load mixed with her juices. When he sucked her clit she came again, thighs clamping around his head.
Later, when he was hard again, she rode him.
She planted her hands on his chest and worked her hips in slow circles, grinding her clit against him while his cock stretched her open. Sweat dripped from her nipples onto his stomach. Arjun reached up and pinched both nipples hard, making her cry out and ride faster.
They fucked until the sky outside began to lighten. By then she had taken two more loadsone down her throat, one across her titsand Arjun had made her come four times. When they finally collapsed, sticky and spent, she pulled him against her chest.
Tomorrow night, she whispered, youre fucking my ass.
Arjuns cock twitched against her thigh. Yes, Amma.
Outside, the first call to prayer drifted through the open window, but inside the room the only sound was their slowing breaths and the wet slide of his fingers idly stroking her cum-slick folds, already promising more.
