Mother Catches Her Son

It was a rainy Friday evening in Hyderabad, and I got back to our flat about twenty minutes early, ready to finally kick off the weekend. The house was completely silent. Karthik, my son, must not be back from his college classes yet, I thought to myself, dropping my handbag on the living room sofa. I decided to head straight to my room and change out of my damp kurti into something more comfortable. That one simple, mundane decision set off a chain of events that has forever changed my life in ways I could never have imagined.

When I walked into the room, I froze dead in my tracks. My heart leaped into my throat. Karthik was lying right there on my bed, completely naked. He had one hand wrapped tightly around his long, hard cock. His eyes were firmly closed, and he was stroking his cock incredibly fast, completely lost in his own world. I know any normal mother should have walked right out of the room, but I was completely shocked and absolutely mesmerized by the raw scene unfolding in front of me.

It seemed like an eternity, but I was only standing there in the doorway for about ten seconds before he suddenly moaned heavily and started bucking his hips upward into his fist. His cock was pumping hard and fast, causing him to moan even louder into the quiet room. Suddenly, he gasped, "Haa, oh my God, you're a great fuck. Mmmm, I'm going to cum."

His young body went completely rigid on the bedsheets, and thick ropes of his sperm shot out of his cock, splattering heavily onto his chest and stomach. "Uuuhhg, haaa, Amma, I'm filling your hot cunt with my cum," he grunted out, his voice thick with raw lust.

"Oh my," I stammered loudly, utterly shocked by the sudden, heavy realization that I—his own mother—was the subject of his intense fantasy. As soon as I accidentally uttered those words, his eyes flew wide open. He snapped his head towards me, a look of pure, unadulterated horror washing over his face.

It wasn't funny by any means, but I actually had to struggle to keep myself from laughing nervously at the sheer panic in his eyes. He was still in the middle of cumming as he desperately tried to cover his manhood with his bare hands. Cum was splashing off his fingers and shooting every which way across my bed covers. He jumped up instantly, hands still frantically covering his spurting cock, and hesitated. I was standing right in the doorway, completely blocking the only exit out of the bedroom.

"I'm sorry!" he stammered wildly as he quickly ducked his head and headed straight towards the door. I was frozen in place as I watched him scurry towards me, drops of his cum literally dripping onto the tiled floor. He squeezed past my body and bolted out the door. I turned and watched his bare ass as he scampered frantically down the hall and slammed the door to his room shut.

Finally regaining my senses, I called out into the hallway, "It's okay, uhh, umm..." My voice just trailed off as I realized that I had absolutely no idea what to say to him.

It was incredibly hard being a single mother in this city. His Appa had died in a horrible car accident when Karthik was only five years old—a long, lonely thirteen years ago. I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and took a few deep breaths, heavily struggling with my chaotic feelings. To be entirely honest with myself, I had to admit that I was slightly aroused. Seeing a hard, spurting cock like that had always been a massive turn-on for me. Sure, I've had a couple of lovers over the years since my husband passed, but there had been a very long dry spell lately.

I quickly changed my clothes and then walked down the hall to the dining room. When I passed his closed bedroom door, I called out normally, "I'm going to order us some chicken biryani on Swiggy for dinner, do you want anything specific from the restaurant?"

There was a very long pause before I heard a heavily muffled, "Whatever you want is fine with me."

I felt genuinely bad for him; he was obviously dying of embarrassment. When the delivery guy finally arrived with the biryani, I called out to his room, "The food is here, come on out for dinner." My heart totally sank when he slowly walked out of his room. He was looking straight down at the floor and mumbled yet another quick apology before quietly sitting at the dining table. We ate our meal in complete, awkward silence.

No matter how hard I tried to start a casual conversation about his classes, he only gave me one-word responses. His face was still beet red, and he absolutely couldn't bring himself to look me in the eye. After washing his hands, he headed right back to his room. Needless to say, I was starting to get really concerned that he was going to be emotionally scarred by this. I could just imagine him on some talk show, "My mom caught me masturbating and now I'm scarred for life." I managed to coax him out of his room long enough to watch a movie on TV. When it ended, that same heavy, awkward silence hung in the living room.

"I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight, Amma," Karthik said quietly, keeping his eyes averted.

"Good night, kanna," I replied softly.

Just before slipping into my own bed, I decided firmly that I couldn't just let things hang the way they were. I slid on a loose, thin cotton nighty to cover myself and walked over to gently knock on his door. "Karthik, can I talk to you for just a couple of minutes?"

There was another long, agonizing pause before he finally said, "Sure... come on in." He was already in bed. He had the thick blanket pulled all the way up to his chest and he wasn't wearing a shirt. I wonder if he sleeps completely in the nude, I thought. I pushed that dirty thought out of my mind and sat on the edge of his bed. I gently stroked his dark hair just like I did when he was a little child and said, "Karthik, try not to be so embarrassed. There really isn't anything to be ashamed of. Everyone masturbates."

"I know," he replied quietly. He was staring down at the bedsheets when he added, "But you saw me, uhm, ahh, do it. And uhm... you saw me completely naked."

I watched carefully as he slowly looked up. His dark gaze moved up my legs, then deliberately lingered on my breasts. I felt my nipples instantly harden as he stared intently at my tits. The thin cotton material of the nighty hid them from direct view, but the fabric was tight enough across my chest to make the fact that I was totally bra-less quite evident to him. I felt my face flush hotly as I said, "It's really not such a big deal. It really is okay."

I watched his hungry gaze follow the heavy sway of my breasts as I stood up from the mattress. I turned and walked slowly to the bedroom door. I looked back, and noticed that he was now staring shamelessly at my bare legs. "Good night, son. I love you."

"Love you too, Amma," he replied softly. I closed the door behind me and retreated to my room.

The next day didn't show any real improvement in his mood. He was still incredibly sullen and deeply withdrawn. He spent almost the entire Saturday locked away in his room. That night, right before turning in for bed, I purposefully returned to his room.

"Look Karthik, we are going to have to get past this," I told him firmly, sitting back down on his bed. "Like I told you last night, everyone masturbates. And as far as seeing you naked goes, who do you think changed your dirty diapers?"

"That was a very long time ago, Amma... that's totally different."

"I suppose it is a bit different. On the other hand, I have seen a penis or two in my lifetime," I replied calmly and casually. I looked at his handsome face only to find that he was heavily staring at my breasts again. I followed his gaze down the bed and saw a very distinct, large bulge tenting the covers. My pussy instantly moistened as I realized that I was actively feeding his deepest fantasies.

I took a deep breath, and boldly placed my palm flat on his bare chest. His heart was beating rapidly beneath my fingers. I started lightly stroking his warm chest and said in a soothing voice, "Masturbating is just a natural part of growing up, everyone does it. I think that the absolute best thing we can do right now is get this subject completely out in the open." I took the top of the covers and firmly pulled them down, exposing his throbbing, rock-hard cock to the cool air.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he exclaimed in shock. His hands quickly moved down to cover his hardening cock.

"I'm just going to show you that it's perfectly okay to masturbate. I figure if I help you do it this once, you might be less embarrassed around me." I looked down at his crotch and instructed, "Now move your hands so I can see your penis." He slowly moved his hands away, and his thick, hard cock came fully into my view.

"It's a nice big one," I told him honestly, hoping to build his shattered confidence. I gently took his right hand and placed it back onto his hot cock. Then, I put my hand over his and slowly moved it up and down the thick shaft a few times before letting go of his hand completely. "Go ahead and stroke it. Make yourself ejaculate. That's it, keep stroking."

He looked nervously up into my face and I offered him a warm smile. "See, I told you it was okay." Karthik started stroking himself faster, his hips instinctively moving up to meet his own firm strokes. Suddenly, he froze and took his hand completely off his cock.

"What's the matter?" I asked, confused.

"I was going to uhm, ahh, umm..."

"That's the whole idea, isn't it? To ejaculate... or as you kids say, to cum?" I reached down confidently and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. I started pumping it slowly and asked softly, "How does that feel?"

All he could do was let out a deep, throaty moan. His hips started bucking upward into my grip, and I started pumping my hand faster along his shaft. "I want you to cum for me," I told him breathlessly.

His pace quickened drastically, and I stroked his hard, hot shaft faster and faster. "Aah, I'm going to cum!" he announced wildly. I cupped his heavy balls gently with my free hand and stroked his length even faster. Suddenly, his young body went completely rigid and a deep, guttural groan escaped his lips. I felt his balls pulse heavily in my palm, and his first thick shot of cum sprang vigorously from the sensitive tip of his cock.

"Uhhg, haaa!" he grunted as I felt his cock violently twitch and spurt thick white ropes again and again. I continued to slowly and methodically stroke his slick shaft, milking it completely dry of every last drop.

"See? Now that wasn't anything to be so embarrassed about, was it?" I smiled warmly and looked down at his slowly softening cock. Pearly cum was still leaking lazily from the tip, and there were several messy pools of it splattered across his stomach and chest. "Let me get you a washcloth from the bathroom," I said.

He eyed me eagerly up and down as I stood up from the mattress, unblinkingly staring at my bare legs and the heavy sway of my breasts. I was wearing the same thin, long cotton nighty as the day before, and I could feel my intensely hard nipples straining visibly against the thin material. When I returned with a warm, damp cloth, his gaze was utterly fixated on those hard points pressing through my nightdress. He hadn't moved an inch; his soft, spent cock was still openly exposed to the air. I tossed him the damp cloth and said gently, "Clean yourself up and get some sleep."

He smiled for the first time in days and said, "Thanks Amma, for... everything."

I just smiled, winked playfully, and said, "Goodnight."

I went quickly back to my room and closed the door tight. I instantly pulled the nighty over my head and climbed into my own bed naked. My hand immediately flew down to my soaking wet snatch. It's my turn now, I thought desperately. I slid a slick finger deep into my pussy, thoroughly lubricating it with my own hot juices. I then started vigorously rubbing my swollen, sensitive clit.

All I could do in the dark was vividly picture Karthik's thick cock spurting hot cum all over himself. I pinched one of my nipples hard and rubbed my clit even faster. I moaned quietly into the empty room and slid one long finger in and out of my wet pussy while my thumb continued to furiously rub my clit. "Haa... yesss..." I panted loudly as my powerful orgasm finally hit me in waves. After my intense orgasm subsided, I smiled lazily, rolled over onto my side, and fell into a wonderfully deep, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, I woke up early to find that Karthik was his old, chipper self again. He was bright and cheery at the breakfast table, happily eating dosas as if absolutely nothing weird had ever happened between us. Good job, I thought to myself proudly. Perhaps a little unorthodox for an Indian mother, but highly effective. I went off to my office feeling absolutely great all day.

I returned to the flat that evening at my normal time. "Karthik, I'm home!" I called out loudly from the foyer. There was no answer, so I headed straight to my master bedroom to change out of my work clothes. When I walked into my room, I found Karthik waiting there. He was lying flat on my bed completely naked, with his hand wrapped tightly around his massive, hard cock. He didn't jump or hide this time; he just continued his slow, rhythmic stroking as he boldly looked over at me. I didn't know what to say.

Karthik finally broke the heavy silence. "You said it was okay to do this, right?"

I looked at his deeply swollen cock, taking in the sheer size of it, and replied breathlessly, "Well, uhh, I guess I did say that, didn't I? Usually, people masturbate in the privacy of their own rooms, but... I guess it's okay."

He smiled cheekily and asked, "Would you finish me off, like last night?"

"No," I replied, crossing my arms. "It looks like you've got things perfectly under control yourself." I stood rooted in the doorway and simply watched as his hand flew frantically over his thick cock. I smiled softly when I noticed that he was intently looking at my body. His hungry gaze shifted constantly between the swell of my breasts under my blouse and my face. I looked back down at his cock; the smooth tip was glistening brightly with clear precum.

Karthik grunted loudly and his strong body went rigidly tense as thick white cum suddenly spurt from his cock, pooling heavily onto his chest and flat stomach. His frantic pace slowed down until his cock finally stopped jerking in his grip. He slowly removed his hand from his member, giving me a beautifully unobstructed view. I stood there and watched his spent, messy cock slowly soften while the remaining drops of thick cum lazily oozed out of the slit.

"I'll get you a washcloth," I said softly. "So we can get you all cleaned up." I walked into the attached bathroom and wetted a cloth with warm water. I walked back over and sat on the edge of the bed right next to him. "What a messy boy you are!" I teased playfully. "Always making such a mess for your Amma to clean up." We both laughed lightly at that. I carefully wiped the sticky cum from his chest and stomach, then gently moved down by his cock.

I wiped his soft cock clean with the damp washcloth, then gently held his balls with my other hand, teasing, "Wouldn't want it to get dirty again." I wiped up the last bit of cum that had pooled by his hip and said, "There you go, clean as a whistle."

"Thanks, Amma," he said warmly.

"Now get out of here, I really need to change my clothes."

"Can I stay and watch?" he asked boldly.

"No, certainly not. Now go get dressed and you can help me get the kitchen ready for dinner."

For the next week, this bizarre situation became our nightly ritual. I found that I was surprisingly becoming more and more comfortable with it every single day. I frequently found myself casually sitting next to him on the bed, gently stroking the soft hair on his head as he vigorously masturbated beside me. It became a strange, highly erotic bonding experience between us.

Looking back, I'm absolutely sure he did it on purpose, but at the time he made it look like a complete accident. He was stroking his cock with reckless abandon one evening and soon excitedly announced that he was about to cum. As the thick cum spurt heavily from his cock, a large glob of it landed directly onto my expensive silk saree. "Oh my!" I gasped and quickly stood up from the bed. "This is a dry-clean only saree!"

"Sorry," he said, barely looking apologetic. "It seems to have a mind of its own lately."

"Yeah, that seems to be true with most men," I replied with a heavy sigh. I cleaned him up as usual and sent him off to his room to get dressed.

The very next night, I walked into my room and found him waiting for me, cock already in hand—no surprise there. I walked up to the side of the bed and sat down right next to him.

His cock was rock hard and completely ready, but he deliberately didn't start stroking it. He looked up at me and said casually, "Amma, maybe you should take your saree and blouse off so they don't get dirty tonight."

I looked down at his eager face and asked in a serious tone, "Do you really think it might?"

"You never know what might happen," he grinned.

I distinctly heard a logical voice in the back of my mind screaming, No, don't do it! But what actually came out of my mouth was a breathless, "That's... probably a good idea." His dark eyes grew incredibly huge as he excitedly watched me unwind my saree and unhook my matching blouse. His gaze was instantly drawn to my fancy, black lacy bra. "There," I said, shivering slightly under his stare.

"What about your petticoat?" he asked eagerly.

"If you think that it's a good idea..." I replied.

The sensible voice in the back of my mind grew much louder, but the long skirt of my petticoat came off in one quick, fluid motion anyway. I stood right there in front of my son in nothing but my black lacy bra and skimpy black bikini panties. My swimsuit actually shows more skin than this, I rationalized to myself, desperately trying to justify my incredibly naughty actions. I felt my pussy start to fiercely moisten as he continued to gawk at my curves.

"You look awesome, Amma," Karthik panted heavily. "But what about your bra? It looks pretty expensive and fancy, maybe you should take it off too."

The voices in my head were outright yelling now, Don't do it! You know it's wrong, he's your own son! But my body had totally different plans. My trembling hands moved to the back clasp, swiftly unhooking it. I shrugged my shoulders, letting the straps slide off, and my bra fell softly to the floor.

My heavy, bare breasts were now on full, glorious display. My dark nipples were diamond hard and incredibly pointy, becoming the absolute focus of all his ravenous attention.

"Wow," he stammered, completely breathless. "They're... incredible."

I felt my nipples harden even more painfully under his intense gaze. I just stood there proudly for about five minutes, letting him shamelessly stare at my perfect 'C' cup breasts, which looked incredibly full on my petite frame. Finally, I pointed a finger down at his rigid cock and commanded, "It looks like you need to pay attention to something else now."

"But... I'm worried that you might get something on your panties," he countered smoothly.

My hands slowly moved down to the waistband of my panties. "Do you really think I should take them off?" He nodded vigorously, but it was the pure, feral look of lust in his eyes that truly convinced me to go through with it.

I bent forward slightly to push them down, and his eyes were instantly drawn to my dangling tits as they fell beautifully away from my chest. I smiled a wicked smile as I watched his stunned face. He couldn't decide where to look—at my heavily swaying tits or at my soaking wet pussy that was slowly coming into full view. His hungry eyes finally dropped to my wet slit as my black panties dropped down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, walked right up to the side of the mattress, and stood over him with my bare feet slightly apart. My dark bush was neatly trimmed, allowing him to clearly see my swollen, glistening pink pussy lips as well.

He was completely speechless, but the raw look on his face was worth a thousand words. I have never seen such pure, unadulterated lust in a man's eyes in all my life. I slowly sat next to him on the bed, which provided him with a phenomenal close-up view of my hard, jutting nipples.

He reached a trembling hand up to touch one of my tits, but I quickly intercepted his hand and firmly placed it directly onto his own hard cock. "Make yourself cum for me," I instructed huskily. He instantly started slowly pumping his hard shaft as he gazed hungrily all over my naked body. His look of utter lust and deep desire made my pussy throb and grow even wetter than before.

It wasn't long at all before he was grunting like an animal, pumping his thick, hard cock like there was no tomorrow. "I'm going to cum!" he grunted loudly. I watched in fascination as his entire body stiffened and he pointed his thick cock directly towards me. A massive load of hot cum erupted fiercely from his slit, landing with a loud smack right onto my bare right tit.

"Hey, watch where you aim that thing!" I said with a laugh.

Before he could even attempt to move it away, a heavy second blast shot out and landed just below the first, barely missing my tit this time. He finished powerfully spurting onto his own chest and flat stomach. He just lay there panting, staring wildly at my right tit, eagerly watching his hot cum slowly run down the curve of my breast.

"Sorry," he panted heavily as he shamelessly ogled my cum-covered breast.

I looked down at my own breast, staring intensely at the thick glob of his cum. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I reached over and scooped it up heavily with my fingers. He groaned out loud when I boldly brought my fingers up to my mouth and slowly, sensually licked off his hot cum. I had genuinely forgotten just how much I loved the rich, salty taste of a man's cum. I scooped up the second glob of cum from my skin and completely licked my fingers clean.

"I guess I should really get you cleaned up now," I whispered wickedly. Instead of leaving the room to get a damp washcloth from the bathroom, I kneeled down directly next to him on the soft mattress. I leaned down over his body, my heavy breasts dangling right in his face, and slowly started licking the messy pools of cum right off his warm chest. He moaned lightly in sheer ecstasy as he watched my wet tongue start to eagerly lap up his essence.

His hands blindly found my heavy tits, and this time I certainly didn't object. I moaned deeply in my throat as he lightly pinched and rolled my painfully hard nipples between his fingers. I worked my wet mouth all the way down his stomach toward his cock as his hands continued to roughly caress my sensitive tits.

He moved one of his hands downward, and I gasped as I felt his fingers start to eagerly rub my soaking wet pussy. "Mmmm," I moaned loudly as I completely spread my legs a little further apart, actively allowing him far better access to my wetness. I felt a thick finger easily slip deep into my wet pussy, and I moaned even louder into his skin. I was incredibly hot, burning like hellfire, and said breathlessly, "That's it... aah yes... it feels so incredibly good." He started vigorously finger-fucking my wet hole, making me moan loudly and shamelessly.

The only thing left on him to clean was his throbbing cock. I wetly licked the broad tip and then eagerly sucked its entire thick length deep into my hot mouth. I swirled my tongue expertly around the thick shaft, to ensure it was completely clean. "Oh my God... that's incredible. Mmmm... haa yes Amma, suck my cock," Karthik groaned, thrusting his hips upward.

I firmly held the thick base of his cock with one hand and wetly licked the sensitive slit to get the very last, lingering drops of his salty cum. He started to moan even louder, and I felt his thick cock quickly start coming fully back to life inside my mouth. I licked the entire length of his hard shaft then forcefully sucked his cock far back into my deep throat. "Yessss! Oh my God!" he moaned loudly, tangling his fingers in my hair.

It was incredibly hard for me to concentrate on sucking him because his fingers were still rapidly sliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I started wildly humping down onto his hand, and he quickly matched my rhythm, quickening his pace, fingering me faster and faster until I was seeing stars. I abruptly let his hard cock slip wetly from my swollen lips and panted wildly, "I'm going to cum! Don't stop. Ahh please, don't stop!"

He reached his thumb down and aggressively rubbed my swollen clit with his other hand, and I threw my head back and cried out, "Oh my God! Yessssss! I'm cummmming!" My intense orgasm ripped violently through me, making my whole naked body shudder uncontrollably on the bed.

After finally catching my breath, I eagerly sucked his rock-hard cock right back into my mouth. When it was good and hard again, I wrapped one hand tightly around the base of the thick shaft and started pumping him vigorously. I held the broad tip firmly in my mouth and sucked hard as he actively started fucking my mouth from below. "It feels so damn good, you're incredible," he praised me thickly.

His slick fingers were still relentlessly rubbing my dripping pussy, and I felt yet another powerful orgasm rapidly approaching. I started frantically humping his hand again while I ruthlessly sucked his cock.

As soon as I started wildly humping his hand, he started expertly rubbing my clit again with his other fingers. I groaned deep in my throat, and once again, his massive cock slipped completely from my mouth. "Aah yes! Ohhh my god, I'm cumming again!" I shouted loudly, utterly lost in the extreme pleasure.

I continued firmly pumping his hard cock with my hand while I recovered from the second orgasm. As soon as I caught my breath, I forcefully pushed his hands away from my crotch and boldly put my leg right over his hips, completely straddling his rock-hard cock. I slowly, deliberately lowered my hips and felt the blunt, hot tip of his cock resting right at the slippery entrance of my pussy. For a split second, I started to have second thoughts, thinking wildly, Oh my God, he's your own son, what the hell do you think you're doing?

But before I could even try to move away, I felt his powerful hips thrust violently upward, sliding his huge, thick cock forcefully into my incredibly wet, tight pussy. "Oh my God, you feel incredible," we both moaned out simultaneously into the bedroom air. All lingering thoughts of stopping were instantly gone. I quickly lowered my weight down completely so his massive cock was entirely engulfed inside my tight walls. "Oh yess, ahh fuck me... fuck meeee!" I cried out loudly.

His hands eagerly reached up to grab and heavily fondle my bouncing tits while I started wildly bouncing and fucking his thick cock. He eagerly met each of my frantic downward movements with a brutal, deep thrust of his own hips. He moaned loudly, "Ohhh Yessss... incredible... Arrrgggh!"

"I'm going to cummm! Oh yesss, I'm going to cum!" I screamed down at him.

His rapid, brutal thrusting and loud animal grunting made it abundantly clear that he was fully ready to explode as well. My third orgasm hit me like a freight train and I cried out loudly, "I'm cumming! Oh my God, I'm cumming again!"

His thick cock pounded relentlessly into my wet depths a couple more times before he grunted fiercely, "Yes! Oh my God, you're a great fuck! Mmmm, I'm going to cum!" I felt him ruthlessly ram as deep inside me as he could possibly go, and I felt his scalding hot cum violently splash deep inside my womb. "Uuuhhg... haa yes, Amma, I'm filling your hot cunt with my cum!"

"That's it! Fill my hot cunt with your cum! Yes, fill your Amma's cunt!" I screamed in pure ecstasy. I felt powerful spurt after heavy spurt of his thick seed splashing violently into my deep cunt. Where did it all come from? I wondered dizzily. My God, it felt like absolute gallons filling me up.

I utterly collapsed onto his sweaty chest, both of us panting wildly for breath in the aftermath. I leaned down and gave him a deeply passionate kiss, aggressively thrusting my wet tongue deep into his mouth. When the messy kiss finally broke, I rolled off his body and eagerly slipped his softening cock right back into my mouth. When I had lovingly sucked it completely clean of all our mixed juices, I let his limp cock slip free from my lips with a wet pop. I looked up at his face; he was grinning widely from ear to ear.

"Go on, get out of here and get dressed," I told him with a lazy smirk. "It's getting really late and I'm totally starved."

I watched his naked form get up and casually walk out to his room. I just lay there spread-eagle for a few minutes, completely basking in the warm, heavy afterglow of a truly great fuck.

The very next evening, I was driving home through the heavy Hyderabad traffic with my long kurti pulled completely up around my waist, and my panties firmly pulled to the side. This gave my fingers direct access to my swollen pussy, and I took full, shameless advantage of that fact, successfully cumming twice in the car before I even walked through the front door of the flat. I knew exactly where he would be waiting for me, and I quickly raced down the hallway to the master bedroom. As soon as I entered, I wildly started ripping off my work clothes; my kurti, leggings, bra, and panties went flying carelessly in all directions.

I jumped aggressively onto the large bed, my heavy breasts bouncing wildly, and spread my legs completely wide. "Get over here right now!" I aggressively ordered. "I need your thick cock in me right now."

He quickly and eagerly moved between my spread thighs, pausing for only a split second to stare hungrily down at my totally exposed, dripping wet pussy. Then he aggressively moved his hips forward and his massive cock slipped effortlessly deep into my wet core. "Aah yes," I moaned loudly. "Fuck me hard. Fill me completely with your cum."

He instantly started vigorously pumping away, his thick cock visibly glistening with my slick pussy juice as he ruthlessly slammed his cock deep into my cunt. He was fucking me exactly like a wild animal; all he could manage to do was grunt, moan, and groan heavily with every brutal thrust.

I felt my intense orgasm rapidly approaching and pleaded loudly, "I'm going to cum! Don't stop! That's it, keep fucking me! Yesss, I'm cummming!" The powerful orgasm violently ripped through me, causing my tight pussy walls to clamp down brutally hard on his thick cock.

Suddenly, he cried out loudly above me, "Oh yes! I'm going to cum!" He aggressively rammed his hard cock as deep as it could possibly go and violently started filling my womb with heavy spurt after thick spurt of his boiling hot cum. When his massive cock was finally empty, he heavily collapsed right on top of my exhausted body, panting loudly in my ear, "You're incredible."

I smiled deeply as he finally rolled off onto his side. I casually bent down, eagerly taking his soft cock back into my mouth and expertly sucking it totally clean. I gracefully climbed off the messy bed and said cheerfully, "I don't know about you, but I'm absolutely famished. How about I make us some dinner?" I turned and walked confidently out of the bedroom, completely naked, my heavy tits swaying with every single step. I could physically feel his thick, warm cum lazily oozing out of my used pussy and running down my bare legs as I stood in the kitchen and prepared our meal.

As you can probably imagine, these intense events have completely and permanently changed our lives in our little flat. Karthik has truly become the man of the house in absolutely all aspects of the word. He has permanently moved his things into my master bedroom and has proven himself to be an absolutely insatiable, incredible lover to me night after night. I can well imagine that some people out there will severely look down on me for having a sexual relationship with my own son, but he makes me feel like an absolute queen in my own home, and I'm going to fiercely enjoy this amazing 'ride' for as long as it possibly lasts.