The rain hammered against the tin roof of their small Mumbai apartment as Priya stepped out of the shower, water still dripping from her heavy breasts and down the curve of her wide hips. She wrapped a thin towel around her body, but it barely covered her ass. At 42, she knew her son Rahul, now 22 and back from college, had been staring at her more than a son should.
Rahul was in the living room, pretending to watch TV, but his eyes followed her as she walked to the kitchen. "Mom, you look tired. Let me help with that," he said, his voice low.
Priya felt the heat between her legs as she turned. "It's just the heat and rain, beta. Nothing new." But when she bent to pick up a fallen towel, the one around her slipped, exposing her round, dark nipples and the thick bush between her thighs.
Rahul didn't look away. "Fuck, Mom… you're so fucking hot." He stood up, cock already bulging in his shorts.
Priya's breath caught. She should have scolded him, but instead she let the towel drop completely. "You shouldn't talk to your mother like that." Her voice was husky, not angry.
He crossed the room fast, grabbing her hips and pulling her against him. His hard dick pressed into her belly. "I've wanted this for years. Your desi body, those big tits, that wet pussy you've been hiding." His hand slid between her legs, fingers parting her folds and finding her already slick. "You're dripping for your son."
Priya moaned as he rubbed her clit in rough circles. "Rahul… this is wrong." But she pushed her hips forward, grinding on his hand. He shoved two fingers inside her, pumping hard. "Wrong feels so fucking good, doesn't it?"
She reached down and freed his thick cock, stroking the veiny shaft. "You've grown so big, beta. Mommy needs this cock." She dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and took him into her mouth, sucking greedily, tongue swirling around the head while her hand worked the base.
Rahul groaned, fucking her face. "That's it, Mom. Suck your son's dick like the slut you are." Saliva ran down her chin onto her tits as she gagged on him, eyes watering but hungry for more.
He pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. Her ass cheeks spread as he lined up and slammed into her pussy in one thrust. Priya cried out, the thick length stretching her tight walls. "Yes! Fuck Mommy hard!"
He pounded her relentlessly, balls slapping against her clit with every stroke. Her heavy tits swung and slapped the counter. "Your cunt is so hot and wet. I've jerked off thinking about filling this desi pussy," he grunted, reaching around to pinch her nipples.
Priya pushed back, meeting every thrust. "Cum inside me, Rahul. Breed your mother." The dirty words pushed them both over. He buried himself deep, flooding her with hot spurts while she clenched around him, orgasm ripping through her body.
They didn't stop there. He carried her to the bedroom, laid her on the bed, and spread her legs wide. His mouth latched onto her pussy, tongue fucking her and sucking her swollen clit until she came again, thighs shaking around his head.
Then she climbed on top, sinking down on his still-hard cock. She rode him slow at first, then fast, her ass bouncing as she took every inch. "Look at Mommy's tits while I fuck you," she demanded. Rahul grabbed them, sucking the dark nipples while she ground her clit against him.
They switched positions all nighthim taking her from behind, her on all fours with his hand fisting her hair, then side by side with his fingers in her ass while he fucked her pussy. The rain kept falling, masking their moans and the wet sounds of skin on skin.
By morning, Priya lay spent in his arms, cum leaking from her well-used hole.
Rahul kissed her neck. "This is just the start, Mom."
She smiled, already feeling him harden against her thigh again. "Then don't stop, beta. Mommy wants more."
