She pushed the door open without knocking, the old wooden frame creaking like it always did at midnight. "Beta, light is out again," she said in low Urdu, her voice thick from the heat. I was already half-naked on the bed, the fan dead, sweat sliding down my chest. She wore only a thin cotton nightie, the kind that stuck to her heavy breasts and wide hips when the power failed.
"Ma, come here," I told her, voice rough. "It's too hot to sleep alone."
She didn't hesitate. She never did anymore. The door clicked shut behind her and she crossed the room, the nightie riding up her thick thighs with every step. When she reached the bed she pulled the thin fabric over her head and dropped it. Her body was full, dark nipples already tight, the soft curve of her belly leading down to the dark hair between her legs. She climbed on top of me without a word.
My cock was hard before she even touched it. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking once, twice, slow and firm. "Kitna bada ho gaya hai," she muttered, the dirty praise making my hips jerk. She swung a leg over and sank down in one smooth motion, taking every inch inside her wet cunt. We both groaned at the same time.
She rode me hard from the start, no teasing.
Her heavy tits bounced with every thrust, sweat flying off her skin. I grabbed her hips and slammed up to meet her, the wet slap of our bodies loud in the dark room. "Aur zor se, beta," she hissed, leaning forward so her nipples brushed my mouth. I sucked one hard, biting just enough to make her clench around me.
She leaned back, hands on my thighs, grinding her clit against me while I fucked up into her. "Teri maa ko itna chahiye," she panted. "Roz raat ko yeh chahiye." I reached between us and rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb. She came fast, cunt pulsing, juices running down my balls. She didn't stop moving.
I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove in deep. The bed creaked under us. She clawed my back, nails digging in, mouth open as she begged in Urdu and English mixed together. "Harder. Fuck your mother harder." I gave it to her, pounding until the headboard knocked the wall. Sweat dripped from my chest onto her stomach. She came again, legs shaking, a raw cry tearing out of her throat.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her knees, and shoved back inside from behind. Her ass cheeks spread around my cock, the view filthy and perfect. I slapped one cheek, then the other, watching the flesh ripple. She pushed back against every thrust, taking it all. "Mere andar nikal," she ordered. I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and fucked her until my balls tightened and I flooded her cunt, thick ropes of cum pumping deep while she moaned and clenched around me.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, the room smelling like sex and sweat. She reached back and stroked my thigh. "Kal raat bhi aana," she whispered. I was already getting hard again inside her.
