Ravi slammed the door shut behind him, sweat dripping down his bare chest from the humid Telugu summer heat. His mother, Lakshmi, stood at the kitchen counter in their ancestral home, her thin cotton saree clinging to her heavy tits and wide hips. She was 43, still fuckable as hell, with thick black hair and dark nipples that showed through the fabric when she bent over.
"Fuck, amma, it's too hot out there," Ravi said, his eyes locked on her ass as she stirred the curry. His cock twitched in his lungi, already half-hard from watching her all morning.
Lakshmi turned, smirking. "Then come here, my boy. Let amma cool you down." She untied her saree blouse right there, letting her big brown tits spill out. Her nipples were stiff, begging to be sucked. Ravi stepped close, grabbing one tit hard and squeezing. "You want this cock again, don't you? Just like last night when appa was asleep."
She dropped to her knees on the floor, yanking his lungi aside. His thick 8-inch cock sprang out, veiny and leaking precum. Lakshmi opened her mouth wide and swallowed him down, gagging as the head hit the back of her throat. She sucked sloppy and loud, spit running down his balls while her hand pumped the base. "Mmm, such a dirty son, fucking his own mother's mouth," she moaned around the shaft.
Ravi held her head and thrust deeper, fucking her face until tears streaked her cheeks. "That's it, take it all, you horny bitch. Your pussy's probably dripping already." He pulled out, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, then hauled her up and bent her over the wooden table. The saree came off in one pull. Her thick ass cheeks spread for him, and her shaved cunt lips were swollen and wet.
He slammed into her from behind in one thrust, burying his cock balls-deep in her tight, hot pussy. Lakshmi cried out, pushing back against him. "Harder, ra, fuck your amma harder! Fill that cunt!" Ravi pounded her, the table creaking, his hips slapping against her ass with wet smacks. Her juices coated his cock and ran down her thighs. He reached around, rubbing her swollen clit in fast circles until she came, her pussy clenching and squirting around him.
They didn't stop there. Ravi flipped her onto her back on the table, legs spread wide, and drove back in. He sucked her nipples hard while he fucked her deep and steady, grinding against her clit with every stroke.
"Tell me how much you love your son's cock," he growled.
"Love it more than anything," she gasped. "Better than your father's. Stretch me, cum inside me."
Ravi groaned and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her womb. They stayed locked together, panting, his cock still twitching inside her flooded pussy.
Later that night, when the rest of the family slept, they met again in the backyard shed. Lakshmi rode him reverse, her ass bouncing as she took every inch, begging for more cum. By morning, they had fucked three times, raw and filthy, promising this Telugu family secret would stay between them forever. The heat, the risk, the taboo only made every thrust and moan hotter.
