Rani had just stepped out of the shower when she heard the front door slam. Her son Aryan was home early from college. She wrapped the thin towel around her heavy tits and curvy hips, water still dripping down her smooth brown skin. At forty-two she kept herself tight, thick ass, wide hips, and a shaved pussy she touched more than she admitted. Aryan was twenty-five now, tall, broad, and always staring.
She walked into the living room still in the towel. Aryan stood there, shirt off, sweat on his chest. His eyes dropped straight to her cleavage.
Mom, what the fuck, he said, voice low.
Rani didnt cover up. Youre early. I just got out.
He stepped closer. You been walking around like that on purpose?
She felt her nipples harden against the towel. Maybe I have. You keep looking at me like you want to fuck your own mother.
Aryan grabbed her waist and yanked her against him. His hard cock pressed through his shorts right against her belly. I do. Ive jerked off thinking about this pussy for years.
Rani moaned and dropped the towel. Her full tits bounced free, dark nipples tight. Aryans hands were on them immediately, squeezing hard, thumbs rubbing the peaks. She reached down, shoved his shorts off, and wrapped her fingers around his thick cock. It was long, veined, and already leaking.
Fuck, Mom, he growled. He spun her around and bent her over the couch. Her ass cheeks spread as he kicked her feet apart. One hand slapped her right cheek, then the other. Rani pushed back, dripping already.
Put it in, she hissed. Fuck your moms wet cunt.
Aryan lined up and slammed inside in one thrust. Rani cried out, gripping the cushions. His cock stretched her deep, hitting the spot that made her knees shake. He started pounding right away, skin slapping loud and wet. Every thrust made her heavy tits swing.
Harder, baby, she begged. Fuck me like you own this pussy.
He grabbed her hips and went faster, balls slapping her clit. Rani reached down and rubbed her swollen nub in fast circles. Her juices ran down his shaft and onto the floor. Aryan leaned over her, one hand reaching around to pinch a nipple.
You like your sons cock in you? he grunted.
Yes, she gasped. I love it. Fill me up.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and shoved back in. Now she could see his face while he fucked her. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her tits. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper.
Aryans thumb found her clit again. He rubbed tight circles while he pounded. Ranis moans turned into screams as she came, pussy clenching hard around his cock, squirting a little onto his balls. He didnt stop. He kept fucking her through it until she was shaking.
On your knees, he ordered.
Rani slid down, took his cock in her mouth, and sucked her own taste off him. She bobbed fast, taking him to the back of her throat, gagging and drooling.
Aryan held her hair and fucked her face.
Swallow it, Mom, he said, then groaned and shot thick ropes down her throat. Rani swallowed every drop, licking him clean.
They didnt stop there. Aryan carried her to her bedroom, laid her on the bed, and ate her pussy until she came again on his tongue. Then he fucked her from behind, slow and deep, then hard and fast, until he filled her cunt with another load. Rani rode him next, grinding her clit on his pubic bone, tits bouncing in his face while he sucked her nipples.
By the time they finally collapsed, both were soaked in sweat and cum. Aryan pulled her against his chest, still inside her.
Next time I want your ass, he said.
Rani smiled against his neck. Its yours, baby. Whenever you want it.
She knew this was only the beginning.
