The heat in the small apartment clung to every surface like a second skin. Rajesh had just turned twenty-one and still lived at home, working nights at the call center while his mother, Priya, managed the tiny kirana shop downstairs. She was thirty-nine, thick-waisted, heavy-breasted, and carried the tired sensuality of a woman who had spent years without a mans hands on her.
That evening the power went out. Priya lit a single candle in the kitchen and stood fanning herself, the thin cotton nightie sticking to her back and outlining the wide flare of her hips. Rajesh walked in from the balcony, shirtless, sweat running down his chest.
Too hot to sleep, beta, she said without turning. Her voice was low, almost hoarse.
He stepped closer, the candlelight throwing shadows across the curve of her ass. Youre sweating through that nightie, Ma.
Priya didnt answer. She leaned forward to blow out the candle and the neckline gaped, revealing the dark circles of her areolas. Rajeshs cock twitched in his loose shorts. He reached out and placed his palm flat on the small of her back, feeling the damp heat of her skin.
Rajesh It was half warning, half invitation.
He slid his hand lower, cupping one full cheek through the thin fabric. Priyas breath hitched but she didnt move away. He squeezed, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and she pushed back against his palm.
Lock the door, she whispered.
The click of the bolt sounded loud in the dark. Priya turned, eyes half-lidded, and pulled the nightie up over her head. Her heavy breasts swung free, nipples already tight. A dark triangle of hair glistened between her thighs. Rajesh dropped his shorts; his cock stood thick and veined, the head already leaking.
Priya sank to her knees on the cool tile and took him in her mouth without hesitation. Her tongue was hot and wet, sliding along the underside while her hand pumped the base. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts. She looked up at him, eyes watering, and moaned around his length as if she had been starving for exactly this.
Rajesh gripped her hair and fucked her mouth in short, deliberate strokes. Take it deeper, Ma. Show me how much you want your sons cock.
She gagged but didnt pull back, throat working around him until her nose pressed into his pubic hair. When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected her lips to his glistening shaft.
He lifted her onto the wooden table. Her legs spread wide, pussy lips swollen and shiny. He dragged the head of his cock through her folds, coating himself in her wetness, then pushed inside in one long thrust. Priya cried out, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders.
Fuck youre so big fill your mother, she panted in Hindi, the words raw and urgent.
Rajesh started thrusting hard, the table creaking under them. Her breasts bounced with every stroke. He leaned down and sucked one thick nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make her yelp and clench around him. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her belly.
Priya wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. Harder, beta. Make me forget everything except your cock.
He flipped her over, bent her across the table, and drove back in from behind. Her ass rippled with every impact. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles while he pounded her. Priya came first, a long, broken moan spilling from her throat as her pussy fluttered and gushed around him.
Rajesh didnt stop. He fucked her through the orgasm, then pulled out and spun her to face him again. He lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder and sank back inside, the new angle making her eyes roll back.
Come inside me, she begged. Fill your mothers cunt.
He slammed into her three more times and erupted, hot pulses of cum flooding her. She milked him with rhythmic squeezes, taking every drop.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, until his cock softened and slipped out. Thick white cum trickled down her thigh. Priya reached down, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean while watching his face.
The candle had burned low. In the flickering light she smiled, tired and satisfied. Power will be back soon. Shower with me before it does.
Rajesh followed her to the small bathroom, already half-hard again at the sight of her swaying hips and the evidence of their fucking still leaking from her. The night was young, the heat far from finished, and neither of them intended to waste a single hour of it.
