I was back home in Chennai for the summer break, sweating my balls off in the tiny flat we shared. Mom was in the kitchen, her sari clinging to her thick hips and heavy tits from the humidity. At 42, she still had that full Tamil aunty bodyround ass, dark nipples Id glimpsed once through a wet blouse, and a face that could make any guy hard. I was 22, horny as fuck, and lately I couldnt stop staring.
One night the power went out. We were both in the living room, fans dead, just the faint glow from the streetlight outside.
Mom was in a thin nightie, no bra underneath. Her dark areolas showed through the fabric. Its so hot, da, she said, fanning herself. I watched her chest rise and fall.
I couldnt take it. Mom, you look so fucking sexy like that. The words slipped out raw.
She froze, then laughed nervously. Dont talk dirty to your mother. But her eyes dropped to the bulge in my shorts. Her nipples hardened right there.
I moved closer. Ive been jerking off thinking about you. Your big tits, that fat ass. I grabbed her hand and put it on my cock. She didnt pull away. Instead her fingers squeezed.
Ramesh this is wrong, she whispered, but she was already stroking me through the cloth. I yanked her nightie down. Her heavy brown breasts spilled out, nipples thick and erect. I sucked one hard, biting just enough to make her moan. Ahh, you bastard son suck your moms tits.
We didnt waste time. I pulled her nightie up, pushed her onto the mat, and spread her legs. Her pussy was hairy, wet, and dark. I buried my face in it, licking her thick lips and sucking her clit like I was starving. She grabbed my hair and ground against my mouth. Eat your ammas cunt, da. Make it sloppy.
I stood, dropped my shorts, and shoved my thick cock straight into her. No teasingjust raw, deep thrusts. Her pussy gripped me tight, hot and slick. The wet sounds filled the room as I pounded her. Her tits bounced with every slam. Fuck me harder, you dirty boy, she hissed. Fuck your Tamil mom like a whore.
I flipped her onto all fours and rammed back in from behind. Her ass cheeks rippled every time my hips slapped them. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I fucked her. She came hard, squirting a little, soaking my balls. Yes, yesfill your moms pussy!
I didnt pull out. I grabbed her hips and unloaded deep, pumping rope after rope of cum into her. She milked every drop, pushing back against me.
We didnt stop there. Later that night she rode me, her heavy tits swinging in my face while she whispered filthy Tamil curses. By morning we were both sticky with sweat and cum, already planning the next time.
After that, every power cut, every late night became an excuse. Shed bend over the kitchen counter so I could fuck her standing up, or shed wake me with her mouth around my cock, sucking like she needed it. We kept it raw, loud, and secretmom and son, fucking like animals in the Chennai heat.
