Ravi slammed the door behind him, the humid night air of their small Hyderabad home clinging to his skin. "Amma, I'm back," he called out, voice rough from the long day at the construction site. His mother, Lakshmi, appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her sari. At 46, she still had that thick bodyfull breasts that strained against her blouse, wide hips, and a round ass that swayed when she walked. Her dark skin gleamed with sweat.
"Too late again," she said, but her eyes lingered on his muscular chest. "Come eat. Then bath."
Ravi stripped off his shirt right there, tossing it aside. "Fuck the food first. I need a bath now." He stepped close, grabbing her waist. "And you're coming with me."
Lakshmi didn't pull away. Instead, her hand slid down to cup the hard bulge in his pants. "Naughty boy. Always horny for your amma." She squeezed his cock through the fabric. "Big and thick, just like your father never was."
He yanked her sari pallu down, exposing her heavy tits in the thin blouse. Her nipples poked out, dark and stiff. "Suck it, amma. Show me how much you want this cock."
Lakshmi dropped to her knees on the cool floor, pulling his pants down. His cock sprang free, veined and leaking. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking hard, tongue swirling the slit.
"Mmm, taste so good, kanna. Amma's favorite."
Ravi groaned, thrusting into her mouth. "Deeper, bitch. Take your son's dick all the way." She gagged but pushed forward, nose hitting his pubes, spit dripping down her chin onto her tits. He fucked her face rough, holding her head, balls slapping her chin.
When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected them. "Stand up. Bend over the table."
She obeyed, hiking her sari up to bare her fat ass and wet pussy. No panties, like always lately. Ravi slapped her ass hard, leaving red marks. "Look at this cunt, dripping for me." He rubbed his cockhead along her slit, then slammed in balls-deep in one thrust.
Lakshmi cried out, pushing back. "Fuck your amma hard! Fill that pussy!" He pounded her, gripping her hips, the wet slaps echoing in the room. Her tits bounced out of the blouse, nipples scraping the table. "Yes, sonharder! Make amma cum on that big cock!"
He reached around, rubbing her clit fast. She came screaming, pussy clenching tight, juices squirting down her thighs. Ravi didn't stop, flipping her onto her back on the table, legs over his shoulders. He drove in deeper, watching her face twist in pleasure.
"Talk dirty, amma," he growled, pounding her.
"Your cock owns this pussy," she moaned. "Amma's hole is only for her son now. Cum inside mebreed your mother!"
Ravi roared, unloading thick ropes of cum deep in her cunt. He kept thrusting through it, mixing their juices. When he pulled out, cum leaked from her stretched hole. Lakshmi scooped some up, licking her fingers. "Tastes better mixed with amma's juice."
They didn't stop there. He carried her to the bedroom, throwing her on the bed. She rode him next, grinding her clit on his shaft, tits bouncing in his face. He sucked her nipples hard, biting until she yelped. "Milk those tits, son. Suck amma dry."
Later, doggy style again, he fingered her ass while fucking her pussy. "Want this hole next?" he asked, pushing a finger in.
"Yesfuck amma's ass too," she begged. He lubed with spit and cum, easing his cock into her tight ass. She pushed back, taking it all. "So full! Fuck it raw!"
He railed her ass until he came again, filling it up. They collapsed, sweaty and spent, but not for long. Round after round through the nighther sucking him clean between fucks, him eating her creampied pussy, both moaning filthy Telugu curses mixed with English.
By dawn, Lakshmi lay spooned against him, his cock still inside her, cum leaking everywhere. "My good boy," she whispered. "Amma's always ready for more."
