The erotic lessons taught by Teacher Amma

The bus kicked up a thick cloud of red dust as it came to a screeching halt. The conductor tapped my shoulder firmly and said, “Sir… you have to get down here.” I, who had been dozing lightly with my eyes half-closed, picked up my suitcase and stepped off the bus. “Be careful getting down,” he added while handing me my bag. After thanking him, I walked away from the bus stop.

I spotted a small shop nearby, bought a cool drink, and sipped it slowly while asking the shopkeeper, “Excuse me… I need to go to Padma Teacher’s house. Do you know how to get there?”

The shopkeeper asked if I was a relative, then called his young helper boy and told him, “This gentleman has come looking for our school teacher. Show him the way to her house.”

I followed the boy. After walking for about ten minutes, he pointed ahead halfway and said, “Anna, that big house over there is Teacher’s house,” then quickly slipped away, perhaps out of fear.

As I neared the house, a gentle fragrance of flowers wafted toward me. A small garden surrounded the outer gate. The house stood at the very end of a wide, quiet street, enveloped in peaceful silence.

This was our new house — spacious and built in the middle of a small garden. My mother’s name is Padma, also known as Padmalakshmi. She is 42 years old. She is quite tall, with a round and glowing face. She has a slightly plump but not fat body. Her back is broad. Her large, papaya-like breasts bulge out heavily, straining against her blouse as if the fabric can barely contain them. She has two soft rolls at her waist. When viewed from behind, the flesh of her hips flares out between her blouse and sari in a deep “W” shape. As for her ass, there is no need to even describe it in detail — it is so massively huge and round that one wonders how her legs even support such an enormous, heavy backside.

My mother looks very much like the Karnataka singer Anuradha Krishnamurthy, or exactly like the actress who played Dr. Sarojini in the serial Selvi.

I am Raghu, 26 years old. I have been transferred to Aayikkudi near Palani for my bank job. At home, they are looking for a bride for me. But honestly, I don’t know whose taste they are trying to match. If I’m being truthful, looking at the girls they show me these days does nothing for me. I have seen one or two, but none of them worked. Ever since I was young, I have had a strong kink for mature aunties. Especially tall, thick-bodied aunties with huge, heavy breasts and massive, jiggling asses that sway and bounce heavily as they walk. Just seeing such aunties makes my cock throb and harden instantly, pulsing and twitching inside my pants. Sometimes, just to get a chance to ogle them properly, I would act like a good boy and help them with their bags or chores, walking behind them so I could stare at those fat, wobbling ass cheeks for as long as possible.

The moment I saw the way some families presented their daughters during bride-seeing visits, it was never the girl who caught my eye. It was always her mother who looked far more appealing. In other houses, it was the girl’s already-married elder sister who appeared stunning and mature. God… when would I ever lose my virginity? Was I doomed to spend the rest of my life just jerking off endlessly? That was exactly how I felt during those frustrating days, constantly lamenting my situation.

But then came the sweetest turning point in my life.

My younger sister Subhashini was studying medicine in Coimbatore. Mom worked as a teacher in a higher secondary school in Palani. Dad was a manager in a medical company. We came from a well-to-do family with plenty of property.

As soon as I opened the latch of the gate and stepped inside, I saw Mom in the small front garden, carefully watering the plants. The moment she noticed me, her face lit up with a warm smile. She stopped watering, turned toward me, and said, “Come here, you big man…” while walking straight to me. I greeted her, asked how she was doing, and then entered the house. Mom took the suitcase from my hand and carried it into the adjacent room, placing it neatly inside.

“Raghu… did you find the house correctly?” she asked as she walked into the kitchen. She opened the fridge, poured a glass of orange juice, and handed it to me.

I took a sip and asked, “Mom, why did you buy a house so far away? It feels scary to come here at night.”

She laughed softly and replied, “It was all your father’s plan. What are you staring at? Your dad is like a forest for six months and a country for six months — that’s why your sister gave him that nickname.” She chuckled again.

“Your father keeps going out of town frequently, and Subha doesn’t come home every week like before. That’s why I told him to let you stay with me. By the way, what exactly is going on in your mind? You keep rejecting every girl we show you. You’re making us all worried by staying alone in this faraway place. When we ask you to get married, you simply refuse. Your father keeps pestering me about it. Is there some love affair or something?” she asked, raising her voice slightly in curiosity.

“There’s nothing like that, Mom… You won’t understand even if I tell you,” I replied.

Mom sighed and said, “Whatever… I don’t know what’s going on in the minds of boys these days…” Then she added, “Alright, take some rest. I’ll finish cooking and come back.”

Saying that, she turned and walked toward the kitchen, swaying her massive, heavy ass from side to side with every step. Fuck… what an enormous ass she had. Dad was truly blessed. Every time she walked, those huge buttocks jiggled and bounced heavily, while her thick, fleshy thighs rubbed against each other sensually. God… if I ever got a chance to fuck someone, it should definitely be a woman built exactly like this. But the very next second, guilt hit me hard. What the hell was I thinking? I was lusting after my own mother.

Just then, Mom’s voice came from the kitchen: “There’s one of your father’s lungis in the bureau. Go and wear it.”

I went, tied the lungi around my waist, and collapsed onto the bed. I don’t even remember when I fell into a deep sleep. When Mom woke me up, it was already 2 PM.

“Raghu… come on, let’s eat. You must have been really tired from the night bus journey. You slept so soundly that I didn’t want to wake you earlier,” she said gently.

I looked up at her and froze for a moment.

She had just finished bathing and had changed into a fresh sari — a soft, light blue one that made her look like an absolute goddess. Her face was glowing with a light touch of makeup, and she had wrapped a towel around her wet hair. In that sari, Mom looked incredibly seductive and mature. Her massive, heavy breasts were bulging outward, straining hard against the thin fabric of her tight blouse. The deep cleavage was clearly visible, the soft, creamy flesh spilling out invitingly. From behind, her enormous ass looked like a huge, upside-down pot — so round, so heavy, and so perfectly shaped that it made my mouth water. She had tied her sari extremely low on her hips, way below her navel, exposing a generous portion of her soft, plump belly and the deep navel itself. I had never seen her wear her sari this low before. I couldn’t take my eyes off her voluptuous body.

“What are you staring at like that?” she asked shyly, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks.

“Nothing, Mom… You don’t look like you’re forty at all. You look so beautiful,” I replied honestly.

“Enough with the flattery. I just had a bath and my hair is still wet. I might catch a cold. Come on, let’s eat. Are you going to bathe first or eat and then bathe?” she asked.

“I’ll bathe later,” I said, washed my face quickly, and sat down to eat.

After the meal, we chatted for a while. Then Mom slowly steered the conversation toward my marriage.

“You should get married at the right age and settle down, Raghu. Otherwise your mind will start wandering. What’s lacking in you? You have a good salary, a stable job, and you’re good-looking too. So what’s the problem?”

“It’s not like that, Mom… You won’t understand. Please don’t talk like Dad.”

“Alright, alright… Whatever. I’m going to sleep for a bit. The milkman will come around four. Collect the milk and wake me up. In the evening we can go to the temple together,” she said. Without waiting for my reply, she walked into her bedroom, her huge ass cheeks rolling and jiggling heavily with each step.

A little later I heard her voice from inside the room: “Raghu, I’ve washed your banian, shirt, and pants. If it rains, bring the clothes inside.”

Shirt and pants? That meant Mom must have opened my suitcase to take them out for washing. A sudden doubt hit me. I went to check the suitcase. Luckily, the hidden porn books and a few CDs I had carefully concealed at the bottom were still untouched and in the same place.

Time passed, but I couldn’t fall asleep again. I got up quietly and started pacing around the house. Mom seemed to be sleeping soundly. The dirty thought crossed my mind — maybe I could quietly read one of those porn books and jerk off. But I was worried she might suddenly wake up and catch me. To be safe, I decided to first peek into her room and confirm she was fast asleep.

The moment I quietly looked inside her bedroom, all the blood in my body rushed straight down to my cock in a single powerful surge.

Mom’s sari pallu had slipped completely off her chest. Her enormous, heavy breasts were bulging out prominently on the side, the thin blouse barely able to contain their massive size and weight. The sari around her waist had also loosened and shifted aside. Her right hand was inside her petticoat, clearly moving between her thighs. When I looked more carefully, my breath caught in my throat. Oh my god… Mom was fingering herself!

The sight made my cock swell and throb violently, desperately trying to burst out of my underwear. I slowly pulled my thick, long cock out of my lungi and underwear, gripping it tightly in my hand. My eyes were glued to the deep, inviting cleavage between her massive tits and the huge, rounded mountain of her ass that was now clearly visible because of the shifted sari. While watching her, I began stroking my cock slowly at first.

Mom’s fingers were also moving faster inside her petticoat. Her thick, fleshy thighs jiggled and quivered with every movement of her hand. She started letting out soft, muffled moans. Her fingers moved rapidly as she began lifting and thrusting her wide hips upward in rhythm, fucking her own fingers. Her heavy breasts and facial expressions were not fully visible from my angle, but I could clearly tell she was getting closer and closer to her climax.

Finally, with her face buried sideways into the pillow, she moaned loudly, “Ammma… ayyo…” and her entire body shuddered violently as she reached a powerful orgasm.

Her thick thighs clamped tightly around her hand, her massive ass cheeks clenched and trembled, and her huge breasts heaved up and down heavily with each deep, gasping breath.

I was stroking my long, throbbing cock furiously now, matching her pace, completely lost in the forbidden sight of my own mother cumming hard right in front of me.

The moment her orgasm hit, Mom’s entire voluptuous body began to tremble violently. Her wide hips bucked and shuddered as the intense waves of pleasure ripped through her. Slowly, the frantic movements of her hips eased and finally came to a stop. Her long, disheveled hair was scattered wildly across the pillow, strands flying in the slight breeze from the fan. I stood there at the doorway like a man possessed, my thick, rock-hard cock still gripped tightly in my fist, completely forgetting to stroke it. My whole body was burning with raw lust. Even in the hottest blue films I had watched, I had never seen anything this clear, this forbidden, and this insanely erotic.

“Ayyo saami… I can’t bear it anymore…” I muttered under my breath.

In one frantic dash, I rushed back to my room, flung open my suitcase, and pulled out one of my hidden porn books. My hands were shaking with excitement as I flipped through the pages. I sat on the edge of the bed and slowly began stroking my throbbing cock while reading the filthy descriptions, trying to calm the fire raging inside me. I had been stroking gently for about five minutes when I suddenly heard Mom’s voice from the doorway.

“Raghu… there’s no milk packet left. Can you go to the shop and buy some? We can have coffee and then go to the temple.”

Annoyed at the interruption but unable to refuse, I got up, tucked my painfully erect cock back into my lungi, and went to the shop. When I returned with the milk, Mom had just finished bathing and was walking toward her bedroom with a towel draped over her shoulders. As she passed me, she smiled sweetly and said, “Make coffee for your Mom too, my darling,” while playfully pinching and shaking my cheek. Then she turned and walked into her room, her massive, heavy ass cheeks swaying and jiggling hypnotically with every step.

Fuck… I couldn’t take it anymore. If I hadn’t already jerked off in the afternoon, this constant teasing would have driven me insane. My cock was aching badly, throbbing angrily in my underwear. My balls felt heavy and swollen, completely filled with thick, pent-up cum, begging for release.

I quickly made coffee and carried a glass to her room. Mom had finished draping her sari and was sitting in front of the mirror, braiding her hair. The soft maroon-colored sari clung beautifully to her ripe, curvy body, making her fair, reddish skin look even more seductive and fuckable. Every time she raised her arms to comb and braid her hair, her enormous, heavy breasts thrust forward and bulged obscenely against the tight blouse, clearly visible in the mirror. From behind, the two soft rolls of flesh at her waist glistened wetly from her recent bath, shining invitingly.

Mom looked at me through the mirror and smiled warmly. “Even your father has never made coffee for me like this. Your future wife is really lucky,” she said playfully as she began sipping the hot coffee.

I went back to my room, picked up fresh clothes, and headed to the bathroom. By the time I finished bathing and came out dressed, Mom was already fully ready. She suggested we go to the temple on the bike. As we rode a short distance from the house, she spotted a flower seller and asked me to stop. She bought two long strands of fresh jasmine flowers.

After reaching the temple, we prayed and then sat together in the quiet inner corridor. Mom gently took my hand and said, “Tell me why you keep refusing marriage. Are you in love with someone? If you are, just tell me — I’ll convince your father. You need to get married at the right age. Otherwise you’ll keep suffering, eating in different places every time you get transferred. Do you understand?”

“Mom… you won’t understand my problem,” I replied quietly.

She looked at me for a long moment and then said softly, “If I search for a girl according to your taste, it seems like you would end up marrying the girl’s mother instead.”

Her words hit me like a thunderbolt. I sat there in stunned silence.

Seeing my reaction, she continued even more quietly, “So… you have this strong auntie fetish? What is it exactly that you see in us mature women?” Then she added with a mischievous smile, “My poor baby… you must be suffering so much. That’s why you’ve written so many desperate pages in your diary.” She glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then leaned in and planted a soft, warm kiss on my cheek.

The moment her lips touched my skin, a fresh surge of hot blood rushed straight into my already throbbing cock, making it strain painfully against my pants, desperately trying to break free.

“Mom… that means… you… all of this… how did you…?” I stammered, completely shocked.

Mom blushed deeply but nodded her head as if she knew everything. “I know all about it,” she said.

“When you were sleeping in the afternoon, I wanted to wash your dirty clothes, so I opened your suitcase. I found all those sex books and your personal diary inside. I thought the books were just to relieve your urges, so I left them. But then I read your diary… That’s when I understood everything. You deliberately took this transfer to come and stay with me. And from the time you accidentally saw me completely naked last time you visited home, I realized that every single time you masturbate, you’re thinking about your own mother. The moment I read that, my body started burning with excitement… Even in the afternoon, I got so horny that I couldn’t control myself.”

I interrupted her, my voice hoarse, “I saw you… I saw you fingering yourself.”

Mom gave me a sexy, knowing smile. “I knew that too, da. I saw everything clearly in the dressing table mirror — you standing there, pulling out your cock and stroking it while watching me.”

I sat there speechless, staring at her in total shock. Mom continued in a low, seductive voice, “If I hadn’t called you to buy milk, you would have shot your load right there, wouldn’t you? From now on, when your Mom is around, you don’t need to jerk off anymore. That won’t be necessary at all.”

I didn’t know what to say. Overwhelmed with lust, I suddenly pulled her close and pressed my lips hard against hers in a deep, hungry kiss.

“Hey… this is a temple, not our house. You’re such a brute,” she whispered, gently pushing me away while wiping her lips, though her eyes were sparkling with excitement.

Then she held out the small packet of kumkum she had received from the temple and asked softly, “Will you put kumkum on my forehead?”

“That means… Mom…?”

“Yes, da… Don’t you understand yet?” she said shyly, lowering her head.

I gently lifted her chin, looked into her eyes, and captured her soft, red lips again, sucking and nibbling on them passionately. When I pulled back, Mom’s face looked dazed with arousal.

“Go on… put the kumkum… and place these flowers in my hair too,” she murmured in a dreamy, intoxicated voice. The jasmine flowers she had bought earlier were still in her hand. I couldn’t tell anymore whether this was a dream or reality.

“I love you, Mom,” I whispered as I applied the red kumkum neatly on her forehead. She glanced around quickly to check if anyone was watching, then suddenly bent down and touched my feet in a gesture of complete surrender.

I quickly pulled her up and held her close.

“Mom… I can’t bear this anymore. Let’s go home right now,” I said urgently, grabbing her hand and leading her toward the temple entrance. I looked around for the bike.

When I started the bike and turned to look for her, she was standing a little distance away at the flower stall, buying more jasmine.

“For decorating the house tonight,” she said with a shy smile as she climbed onto the bike behind me.

The entire ride home felt like a haze. I don’t remember how we reached or what we talked about. It felt like I was floating in some intoxicating dream world. God… the same mother I had been fantasizing about and jerking off to for so many years was finally going to take my virginity tonight. My entire body was burning with feverish heat.

The moment we entered the house and I locked the door, I pulled Mom into my arms and hugged her tightly, crushing her soft, voluptuous body against mine. I pushed her down onto the sofa, bit and sucked hungrily on her juicy red lips, and groaned, “Mom… my Padma Mom… I can’t control myself anymore…”

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, licking and kissing the sensitive skin there desperately.

“Raghu… it tickles,” she whispered, trying to push me away gently.

“No… I’m never letting you go now. I’ve waited for this for so long,” I replied, my voice thick with lust.

“I know how much you want me, da,” she said softly. “But this is your first time… you’re going to lose your virginity tonight. So we should do everything properly. First, get up.”

She pushed me back and instructed, “Don’t come into the bedroom until I call you.” Then she told me to go take another bath and change into fresh clothes.

After I finished bathing and came out wearing new clothes, I heard Mom’s sweet voice calling from the small bedroom.

“Wait for me in the bedroom, my darling… Mom will be there in a minute.”

I slowly entered her bedroom and stopped in awe. The entire room had been beautifully decorated with flowers everywhere. The sweet fragrance of incense sticks filled the air, making the atmosphere incredibly romantic and erotic. I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding wildly as I stared at the doorway, waiting for my own mother to come and claim me.

A strange, trembling excitement was coursing through my entire body. My heart was hammering wildly inside my chest, pounding so hard I could almost hear it. After about fifteen long, agonizing minutes of waiting, Mom finally entered the bedroom carrying a glass of warm milk.

“Were you waiting for a long time, da?” she asked softly.

She was wearing an extremely thin, almost transparent chiffon sari tied dangerously low on her wide hips — so low that her deep, inviting navel was fully exposed. The soft flesh of her belly showed two sexy, squeezable rolls just above the sari line, making her look incredibly fertile and fuckable. Her massive, heavy breasts were barely contained by the low-cut blouse underneath the thin sari, the ripe, round mounds bulging out heavily, threatening to spill completely free. The moment I saw her like this, a fresh wave of sweat broke out all over my body. The sari was tied so tightly that it clung to every curve of her voluptuous figure.

Her thick, juicy thighs swayed gently with each step. Fuck… my cock felt like it was about to explode inside my lungi. While I was lost in that dizzying lust, Mom walked past me and bent down to place the glass of milk on the stool near the bed.

My head started spinning.

Her enormous ass, even covered by the thin sari, looked like two massive, proud mountains of soft, heavy flesh jutting out arrogantly. The sheer size was mind-blowing — perfectly round, incredibly wide, and so thick that I wondered how she managed to carry such a gigantic, jiggling booty while walking. I simply couldn’t hold back any longer. In one swift motion, I grabbed her and pushed her down onto the bed.

“Hey… be patient, da,” she said, trying to wriggle out of my rough grip. “Mom isn’t going anywhere. Let me go… we’ll do everything properly…”

“Mom… right now you look exactly like the singer Anuradha Krishnamurthy — that same plump, ripe body, those massive, juicy breasts, that sexy smile, and this huge, fat ass. I can’t control myself anymore. Just let me fuck you once quickly… after that we can do everything slowly and properly,” I growled.

Without waiting for her reply, I yanked the pallu of her sari away from her blouse and threw it aside. I pushed her fully onto the bed and roughly pulled her sari up to her waist.

Her thick, creamy thighs gleamed under the dim light, smooth and plump, perfect for spreading wide. This was the first time I was seeing a woman’s naked thighs up close — and not just any woman, but my own mother’s thick, juicy thighs that I had fantasized about for years. I was so overwhelmed that I didn’t know what to do. My hands moved clumsily, grabbing and squeezing her soft flesh everywhere.

Seeing my desperate hunger, Mom looked slightly scared but also excited. “Slowly, da… you brute,” she whispered, then pulled me into a tight embrace.

With one hand she quickly untied my lungi and let it fall. “Mom… no need to remove your clothes… there’s no time for that. I’ll just lift your sari and fuck you right now,” I panted.

Mom laughed softly, her voice husky with arousal. “Just a little patience… even your father wasn’t this wild on our first night.” She pushed the fallen lungi aside.

I grabbed her hand and placed it directly on my throbbing cock. It was rock-hard, long, and thick, veins bulging along its length.

“Ayyo… what is this, da?” Mom gasped in genuine surprise as her fingers wrapped around it. “It’s so big… feels like a pestle. Must be more than 8 inches…” She began slowly stroking my massive shaft up and down, her soft palm feeling incredible on my sensitive skin.

“Mom… don’t stroke it too much. I’ve been horny since evening… I’m about to cum any second. I want to lose my virginity inside your pussy first,” I groaned.

I spread her thick, heavy thighs wide apart. Her cunt was nestled in a small, neat patch of dark pubic hair. Because it was my first time, I couldn’t find the right angle. Mom reached down with both hands, gently guided my swollen cockhead to her wet entrance, and helped me push inside.

“Mmm… yes… now push hard,” she moaned.

With one powerful thrust, my thick cock sank deep into her warm, tight pussy. The moment I was fully buried inside her, an uncontrollable animalistic urge took over. I started fucking her wildly, slamming my hips against her massive ass with raw, desperate strokes.

Mom wrapped her arms around me tightly and began thrusting her hips back to meet every thrust, fucking me with equal hunger. I could only last a few frantic minutes.

“Ammaaa…!” I roared as the first powerful jets of my thick, hot cum erupted deep inside her pussy. My head was spinning. I collapsed heavily on top of her, panting.

Mom, breathing heavily, gently stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. “So you’re the only one who lost his virginity to his own mother… How hard you fucked me, da. It didn’t feel boring at all. You’ve grown such a big, thick cock.”

Still catching my breath, I replied, “And you… you have these massive, heavy breasts and this enormous fat ass. What’s your bra size, Mom?”

As I spoke, I tugged at the bra strap visible inside her blouse.

“40 size, D-cup,” she said with a shy smile. “Only now you’re noticing it properly?”

“Don’t get angry, Mom. I’ll pay full attention to them in the next round,” I said, pulling her tightly against me.

Moonlight was still pouring in through the window, showing that the night was still young.

Mom was gazing at the moonlight streaming in. My hand was slowly caressing her broad, smooth back over her blouse. The extremely low-cut blouse revealed a small black mole on her right shoulder blade. When I lightly rubbed it with my finger, she flinched.

“Sss… sss… don’t pinch it, da… it hurts a little.”

“Mom… this black mole on your fair, milky back looks so fucking sexy. Does Dad ever appreciate these things?”

“No, da… He comes home after many days, climbs on top, fucks me roughly for a few minutes, then snores away. Or sometimes he empties himself somewhere else before coming home and just lies face down. If I complain, he lectures me about controlling myself because there’s a grown daughter in the house. Such a useless excuse.”

“That bastard… leaving such a sexy wife like you and sleeping like that. If I were him, I would never sleep on my stomach — I would keep you on your back and fuck you all night.”

Mom laughed softly. “So this is the pleasure of fucking someone else’s wife… You wrote such dirty things in your diary without even caring that it’s your own mother. The moment I read it, I couldn’t control myself… I fingered my pussy right there.”

I flipped her onto her back. Her massive breasts, still inside the blouse, stood up like two proud mountains, defying gravity. The two soft rolls at her waist were slightly sweaty, glistening. Her deep navel was shining with a thin layer of sweat. I ran my hand over her soft belly, then turned her face toward me with my left hand and kissed her deeply on the lips.

“Mmm… mmm… sss… aah… aah… Even your father has never kissed me like this, da. You’re giving me so much pleasure…”

While tasting her sweet lips, my right hand roamed freely over every inch of her voluptuous body. Mom was moaning softly in response to my touches. She lifted her left leg and placed it over my thigh, while her left hand gripped my shoulder tightly. I could feel her body starting to tremble with building arousal.

My right hand moved up to her huge breasts, squeezing them over the blouse and fingering the deep cleavage.

“Mom… what a size you have… look at this deep cleavage… so fucking sexy and deep…”

“Don’t stare so much, da… These are assets I’ve been storing for many years,” she replied playfully. “That’s why on the wedding day you were staring at my breasts so shamelessly, forgetting I’m your mother…”

“Yes… when you wear such a low-cut blouse and let these ripe, heavy mango-like breasts bulge out like that, what else can any man do? I wonder how many men went home and jerked off thinking about your tits that day.”

“Chee… don’t talk so dirty, da… But you did the same, right? You even wrote that you jerked off twice because of it.”

While kissing her neck, I started unfastening the hooks of her blouse. As soon as the top hooks were open, her massive, heavy breasts, unable to bear their own weight, burst outward, spilling heavily over the bra cups.

40D… no wonder. God knows what she ate to grow these huge, juicy papaya-like breasts. I ran my hands over her breasts, still covered by the bra. They felt incredibly soft yet firm, overflowing my palm. Since this was the first time I was touching a woman’s naked breasts, my hands were trembling with excitement.

“Hey… don’t squeeze them so much… Mom is getting horny again,” she moaned. “From now on, when we are alone, you can call me Padma instead of Mom. Call me ‘come here, fuck me’ or anything you want — I have no objection. But only when no one else is around, okay?”

Mom whined cutely, then pulled me into a tight hug, crushed her body against mine, and kissed me passionately, sucking on my lips.

My lust was rising again rapidly. I pushed her hands away, flipped her onto her stomach, and unhooked the bra strap from behind.

The moment I unhooked and threw away Mom’s bra, her massive, heavy breasts — which had been tightly imprisoned inside the cups for so long — burst out with a soft, heavy bounce and slammed directly onto my chest. They felt incredibly soft, like two warm, fluffy cotton pillows mixed with a delicious, slightly doughy plumpness. The instant those huge, milky tits pressed and jiggled against my bare skin, I completely lost control.

Like a wild animal, I grabbed her enormous breasts with both hands and started squeezing them brutally, digging my fingers deep into the soft, overflowing flesh. Even though a slight flicker of pain crossed Mom’s face, she didn’t stop me. Instead, she arched her back and willingly offered her massive tits for me to maul harder.

“Sss… sss… sss… careful, da… Even your father has never squeezed them this roughly. It’s making Mom tingle all over… My little king… slowly, baby… gently…” she whined cutely.

Her soft, pleading voice only made my lust flare even hotter. I moved my hands away from her breasts and lowered my mouth to the sensitive underside of those heavy, hanging globes. My tongue traced slow, wet circles on the soft, creamy skin. Mom’s entire voluptuous body jerked violently as if she had been electrocuted.

Her eyes squeezed shut and she moaned loudly, “Sss… Ammaaa…”

Knowing she was enjoying my tongue, I became bolder. I licked and kissed every inch of her massive tit-flesh, circling around the dark areolas for a full ten minutes without once touching her nipples. Mom’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, her breathing turning ragged. Her thick, dark nipples had swollen dramatically, standing out stiff and erect like two ripe, juicy berries in the center of wide, puckered areolas. They looked so swollen they might burst.

Finally, I dragged my tongue across one swollen nipple, then sucked the entire thick nub deep into my mouth, sucking hard and flicking it rapidly with my tongue.

“Ayyooo… Ammaaa!” Mom screamed in raw pleasure, her arms tightening around me like iron bands, crushing my face deeper into her massive, soft breasts.

While I continued devouring and sucking her fat nipples, Mom’s hands frantically pushed my lungi aside and searched desperately for my cock. I kicked the lungi away with my legs and quickly untied the string of her petticoat, yanking it down her thick thighs and throwing it far away.

Now both of us were completely naked — mother and son, bare-skinned and burning with forbidden lust. We clung to each other, hands roaming greedily over every inch of naked flesh.

I ran my palms over her thick, juicy thighs and then grabbed her gigantic ass with both hands. Mom’s ass was truly monstrous in size — two enormous, heavy globes of pure, soft flesh that felt like massive mountains of warm, jiggly meat. No matter how hard I squeezed, my fingers sank deep into the endless softness. Sitting for long hours teaching at school must have helped build this perfect, mega-sized booty.

“Mom… just like you have mega-sized breasts in front, you’ve grown an even more insane mega-sized ass behind,” I groaned, then gave one of her huge ass cheeks a firm, loud slap.

The heavy flesh rippled and wobbled violently. Mom whimpered sexily, “Sss… sss… gently, da…” but the way her ass cheeks clapped and jiggled only turned me on more.

I slid further down between her legs, spread her thick, creamy thighs wide apart, and stared at her pussy. Her cunt was covered in a thick, bushy forest of dark pubic hair, soft and fluffy. I parted the wet curls with my fingers and revealed her heavenly slit — deep pink, glistening, and dripping with sticky, shiny juices. The inner lips were swollen and puffy with arousal.

I lowered my face and began licking her cunt slowly, dragging my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her swollen clit.

“Sss… sss… no… don’t put your mouth there… sss… ayyo…” Mom protested weakly with her words, but her hands betrayed her completely — they gripped the back of my head and shoved my face harder into her soaking wet pussy.

For the next fifteen minutes, I ate her cunt like a starving man, licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking her dripping hole without stopping. Mom was thrashing wildly, her head rolling from side to side, moaning and babbling incoherently as waves of pleasure crashed through her mature body. Even when she begged, her hands never let my head move away from her pussy.

“Enough, da… leave it… ayyo… I can’t bear it anymore!” she screamed.

Seconds later, her entire body convulsed violently. With a loud, guttural cry, Mom reached a shattering orgasm. Her pussy exploded, squirting hot, slightly salty cunt juices straight into my mouth. Tasting my own mother’s orgasmic fluids for the first time made me feel dizzy with lust.

Mom’s voluptuous body was still trembling uncontrollably, her massive breasts heaving with every gasping breath. I moved up and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own pussy juice on my lips and tongue.

After the kiss, Mom whispered breathlessly, “It’s been so many years since anyone made me cum with their mouth… After marriage, your father only licked me once or twice. Most of the time I had to rely on my own fingers to reach orgasm.”

“Mom… from now on, don’t worry about anything. As long as I’m here, your pussy will never go thirsty. Whether it’s my mouth or my cock, I’ll make sure you cum every single day.”

Mom’s face lit up with pure joy and lust. “Raghu… I never even dreamed that at this age I would get this kind of pleasure. Just get a permanent transfer here. We can lock the door whenever we want and fuck day and night without fear. No one will suspect anything because we’re mother and son. Your sister and father won’t disturb us. What do you say, da?”

I smiled happily. “Your wish is my wish, Mom. Somehow manage and tell Dad that I don’t want to get married for the next four or five years. We can fuck as much as we want — every single day, as many times as we like. After all these years of only jerking off thinking about you, now we can finally fuck like rabbits, Mom. What do you think?”

Mom laughed sexily, biting her lower lip in a seductive way. “I’ll handle your father after some time. But tell me… will you be able to handle your Mom every day?” As she spoke, her soft hand wrapped around my thick, long cock and squeezed it possessively.

“Who are you asking, Mom? Look at this right now…” I growled.

I spread her thick thighs wide again. Before I could do anything, Mom pounced on me like a hungry tigress. She flipped me onto my back, grabbed my rock-hard cock with both hands, and started stroking the long, veiny shaft slowly and teasingly.

“Mom feels like sucking your cock, da… Look how hard and swollen it is. If I suck it properly, you might not be able to get up for ten days…”

“You’re the one who asked how I would handle you. Now I want to see how well you can take it,” I replied.

Mom gave me a wicked smile and immediately lowered her head. She took my thick cock into her warm, wet mouth and began sucking me with intense hunger and speed. My head started spinning with overwhelming pleasure.

Mom sucked my cock with hungry, wet strokes. Her warm saliva poured out from her mouth, coating my thick shaft in thick, slippery strands that dripped heavily down the length of my veiny cock and onto my swollen balls. The wet, slurping sounds of her mouth working my meat filled the room. I could feel my orgasm building fast — my balls tightening, ready to explode.

I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down harder on my cock. Mom looked up at me with wide, questioning eyes, still sucking.

“Enough, Mom… If you keep sucking like that, I’m going to cum in your mouth. Come on… let’s fuck,” I groaned, trying to pull her up.

But Mom pushed me back down onto the bed firmly.

“You just lie there, da… I’m going to ride you tonight. It’s been so many years…” she whispered huskily.

She gripped my rock-hard, throbbing cock with her right hand, thick veins pulsing under her soft fingers. She positioned the swollen, purple head right at the dripping entrance of her mature pussy and slowly lowered her wide hips.

“Sss… sss… aah… aah… It’s going in like a hot iron rod, da… Slowly… push it up… yes… just like that… ayyo…” she moaned loudly as her tight cunt stretched around my thick girth.

“Mom… even at your age, your pussy is still so fucking tight…” I gasped, feeling her hot, velvety walls gripping every inch of my cock like a wet fist.

“It’s all for you, da… Your Mom has been saving this tight pussy just for you. Fuck me however you want… use your mother’s cunt the way you’ve always dreamed,” she breathed, her voice dripping with lust.

“Yes, Mom… I always wanted to lose my virginity to someone exactly like you. Now I’m so happy. Ride me hard, Mom… bounce that fat ass on my cock. I can’t hold back…”

“Amma can’t hold back either, my king… my little baby… Do you like the way your Mom is fucking you? Am I riding you good? Is it exactly how you imagined fucking your mother in all those dirty fantasies?”

“Yes, Mom… Fuck me harder, my sexy mother… That’s it… Your pussy is so hot and wet inside… it’s making wet, squelching sounds every time you move,” I groaned.

I thrust my hips upward from below, slamming my cock deep into her dripping cunt with powerful strokes. As time passed, both of us lost control completely. We were moaning, whispering dirty words, and talking filthily while fucking like animals — mother and son competing to fuck each other harder.

After some time, my cock felt almost numb from the intense pleasure, sliding in and out of her soaked pussy. Mom was riding me like a machine, slamming her massive, heavy ass up and down, destroying my cock with every bounce. Her enormous breasts swung and slapped heavily in front of my face, the soft flesh jiggling wildly with each thrust.

I pulled her down onto me, grabbed her huge tits, and started sucking hard on her thick, dark nipples, biting and licking them hungrily. The moment my mouth latched onto her breasts, Mom’s lust exploded. She started riding me even faster, lifting and dropping her wide hips with brutal force, her fat ass cheeks clapping loudly against my thighs.

“Ayyo… Amma… sss… sss… aah… aah… I’m going to cum…” she cried out, her movements slowing for a moment.

I quickly took control, gripping her hips tightly and pounding upward into her cunt with fast, deep strokes. Mom screamed loudly and collapsed onto my chest as her orgasm hit. Her pussy spasmed violently around my cock, squirting hot, slippery cunt juice all over my shaft and balls. The warm, sticky fluid acted like perfect lube, making every thrust even smoother and wetter.

I didn’t stop. I kept pumping her from below, holding her ass firmly while her orgasmic juices coated my cock.

“Mom… stay right there… I’m going to cum too… I’m filling your pussy with my load… Take it all inside your hungry cunt… Here it comes… sss… sss… aah… ayyo… it’s coming… Take it, Mom… swallow every drop with your pussy…”

The moment I said that, Mom flipped me onto my back again and pinned me down.

“Come on, da… Fill your mother’s pussy with your hot cum… Cool down this thirsty cunt that’s been waiting for you for so long… Pour it all inside… Flood me… fill me completely…”

Her words triggered an explosion in my brain. My cock jerked violently deep inside her, and thick, powerful jets of cum erupted straight into her womb — spurt after heavy spurt flooding her mature pussy. I could feel my semen mixing with her juices, overflowing and leaking out around my shaft.

I collapsed on top of her, panting. Mom gently took her sari and wiped the sweat from my face and back.

“God… how hard you fucked me, da… I thought I was going to suffocate from pleasure. Look… your cum is leaking out of Mom’s pussy and running down my thighs. Do you always fuck with this much wild hunger?”

I laughed and kissed her deeply. “Thank you so much, Mom. After you read my diary, I was scared you would complain to Dad or scold me.”

“I should thank you, da… For showing me heaven again at this age,” she whispered, pulling her sari over her naked body.

“I’m tired… I need to sleep. I have school tomorrow.”

“Mom, just take leave tomorrow,” I said, winking at her.

“You shameless boy… No respect for your mother, and no fear of your teacher either. You want me to take leave just so you can keep fucking me all day,” she said, playfully slapping my back.

I pulled her into my arms and hugged her tightly.

A little later, completely naked and wrapped around each other, we both fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

Outside the window, the moonlight silently watched everything and seemed to smile.

When I slowly woke up the next morning, the sun was already bright. Warm sunlight gently touched my bare skin, making me feel pleasantly hot. I pulled the blanket over us and reached out to touch Mom beside me, but the spot was empty. She had already gotten up. The entire night felt both thrilling and dreamlike. Mom had cooperated so willingly — she was a complete sex demon who had been hiding years of suppressed desire.

I wondered whether she would take leave as I asked or go to school. I got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. I could hear the sound of vessels clattering in the kitchen.

Mom had already bathed and changed into a thin, soft pink sari. As she arranged dishes on a tray, her body moved, making her massive breasts and enormous ass jiggle and sway together seductively. Those huge tits and that mountain-like ass had driven me crazy the previous night.

“Are you going to school, Mom?” I asked.

She turned around, gave a shy smile, and lowered her head, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment.

“Mom… you look like a newlywed bride this morning.”

“Early in the morning, right after waking up, without even brushing your teeth, you’re asking whether I’m going to school or not,” she laughed. “Do you want me to bunk the whole day again?”

I hugged her tightly from behind, pressing my body against her soft curves. “When a man sees a fresh pussy, that’s exactly how he behaves. After your marriage, weren’t you also desperate and horny like this?” I brushed her hair aside and inhaled the sweet scent of her neck deeply.

“Enough with the smelling… First go brush your teeth,” she said, pushing me away playfully.

I went inside, brushed my teeth, and took a long, hot shower. The tiredness from last night’s wild fucking eased a little. My mind wandered — how amazing it would feel to fuck Mom in the bathroom, her fair, curvy body glistening under the shower water, trembling with pleasure as I took her from behind.

Maybe not today… I could try another day, I thought, and came out after changing.

Idlis were ready on the dining table. As I sat down, Mom came from her bedroom adjusting her sari.

“You already had a bath…”

“Why? Were you waiting to bathe with me? Or were you hoping I would call you to scrub my back?” I teased.

“You naughty boy… You even want to scrub your father’s back now? Look at your desires. And on top of that, you want to strip me naked and fuck me in the bathroom like a married wife,” Mom whined cutely, biting her lip.

“Don’t bite your lip and look at me like that, Mom. Don’t pretend you don’t want it. It’s driving me crazy.”

“Chee… go away… Don’t start so early in the morning. I have to go to school.”

“Then what should I do? Tell me before you leave.”

“Hmm… look at him acting like a bossy husband already. When I’m not here, do whatever you used to do.”

“You wicked mother… Are you telling me to jerk off? When there’s fresh parotta available, why would I eat old buns?”

“Neither parotta nor buns today. Mom’s pussy is not available right now. If you’re bored, read the newspaper, watch TV, or watch one of your CDs… You have plenty of them,” she said, winking playfully.

“You can never trust these aunties… They’ll leave you halfway.”

I watched as Mom walked away, swaying her huge, Sri Vidya-sized ass seductively.

Time passed slowly and I started getting extremely bored. I tried reading the newspaper but couldn’t concentrate. I flipped through all TV channels but nothing interested me. They were playing old, boring songs.

An hour and a half went by. What a torture. I had hoped to fuck Mom properly in the bright morning light, but it turned out like this. Maybe she got scared because I fucked her so wildly and non-stop last night. After all, Dad rarely fucks her, and even when he’s home, he doesn’t touch her often, as Mom had told me.

A deep, loving desire grew inside me: I wanted to fuck Mom properly tonight, again and again, until her own hunger was completely satisfied and she couldn’t take any more pleasure. Last night she had enjoyed it with such raw hunger — sucking my cock so eagerly and lovingly that I wondered if even a newly married wife would suck with that much passion. Suddenly, a wicked new fantasy flashed through my mind.

How incredibly hot it would feel to fuck Mom while she was dressed like a young schoolgirl — wearing a pavadai-thavani (half-sari), with her hair in two thick braids. Even though I never got the chance to fuck her when she was actually young, I could still role-play it now and fuck her exactly like that. Just imagining it made my cock throb and rise sharply inside my lungi. Fuck… even the fantasy was making me this hard. If it actually happened… ayyo…

The calling bell suddenly rang. My heart jumped in fear — was it Dad or my sister coming to ruin all my plans? I quickly hid my erect cock under the lungi and opened the door.

It was Mom!

“I knew it, Mom. Even if you went to school, you wouldn’t have been able to teach any classes properly. From now on, you can’t escape me,” I said with a wicked grin.

“It’s nothing like that, da,” Mom replied breathlessly. “A load of fertilizer has arrived at our farmland house. Your father called. The shopkeeper called him instead of me. He’s insisting we go right now. I told him you’re here. He asked me to bring you along for help. Are you coming? We can go to the bank first, withdraw some money, and then head straight to the garden house.”

Inside my mind, fireworks exploded with joy. Tonight there would be a real hunt at the isolated garden house. I smiled at her. Mom noticed and said, “Why are you smiling like that? When we get there, you have to behave properly — keep your hands and legs to yourself. Everything has to happen only at our own house.”

“Okay… we’ll see about that when we get there. Wait, let me change my clothes,” I replied.

I quickly changed and came out. Mom was already ready, holding the bank passbook in her hand.

“How are we going? By bus or by bike?”

“Let’s take the bike, da. It’s only about 30 kilometers. We can go slowly.”

We first stopped at the bank, withdrew the money, and then started toward the farmland. I rode slowly with Mom sitting behind me, her soft body pressed against my back.

All along the way, lush green fields and trees stretched out, offering cool relief from the sun. Mom kept talking — about how there was still some water in the Shanmuga river, how the farming was doing well, and how they had planted sugarcane this season. She chatted nonstop.

But I was only half-listening, nodding and replying with “Hmm… yes… okay…” My mind was completely occupied with dirty plans: tonight, no matter what, I was going to corner Mom at the garden house and fuck her senseless in every possible way.

“Turn right onto that mud road… slowly. Our garden will appear in a few minutes,” Mom said excitedly.

After a five-minute ride, we reached a huge compound wall. Mom asked me to stop in front of the gate that read “Padma Gardens.”

I parked the bike and looked around. The place was completely deserted — no one in sight.

An old man around sixty came running, greeted us respectfully, and after introductions, we waited a while. The fertilizer lorry arrived, unloaded everything, and the accounts were settled. It was already 1 PM. The old man brought us two tender coconuts.

Then Mom told him politely, “Sir, have you eaten? If not, please go and have your lunch. We will walk around the garden for a while. Are all the flower plants growing well?”

My mind was already dancing with excitement.

She added, “You can rest for some time and come back in the evening.” While saying this, she playfully slapped my back and whispered in a voice the old man couldn’t hear, “You rascal…”

As soon as the old man left, we closed the gate and locked it from inside. Mom placed her hands on my hips and looked at me with sparkling eyes.

“Haha… now what are you going to do? Got trapped nicely, didn’t you?”

“Why are you troubling me like this, da?” she complained cutely. “You fucked me the whole night yesterday. My body is still aching, especially my hips — they hurt so much after riding on top of you like that.”

“Wasn’t the pleasure worth the little pain, Mom? Come on… show me around the garden,” I said, pulling her close and wrapping my arm around her waist as we walked.

This was Dad’s ancestral property, so it was a huge, old-fashioned garden that had not changed much over the years.

“Dad can’t even maintain you properly… looks like I’ll have to take care of both this garden and you from now on, Mom,” I teased.

“Don’t joke around, da. Come… let’s sit under the shade of that mango tree.”

The mango tree’s shade felt wonderfully cool against the hot sun. Mom spread a small blanket she had brought on the ground and sat down. I looked around — complete silence. Only the soft sound of the breeze and distant birds could be heard. High compound walls surrounded us on all sides. The garden felt perfectly private and peaceful.

Mom was gazing toward the mango tree. A light breeze made her sari pallu slip slightly, revealing the deep cleavage where her massive, heavy breasts were straining against the blouse, the soft flesh visibly swelling with arousal. When a woman gets really horny, her breasts swell noticeably.

Because she was sitting, the thick, juicy flesh of her enormous ass bulged out prominently above the tight sari at her waist, creating deep, sexy rolls. I stared at her hips — the shameless woman had tied her sari extremely low again, exposing her deep navel and a generous portion of her soft, plump belly.

Mom wiped her neck with the edge of her pallu and teased me, “What are you thinking so deeply? You were making villain sounds earlier, but now you’re sitting here like a scared Veedivelu. Poor thing…”

I couldn’t take her teasing anymore. I pulled her close and kissed her hard on the lips, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.

“I’ve been in a good mood since morning, da,” she confessed breathlessly after the kiss. “It’s been so long since I got fucked like this. I was planning to act a little difficult, get permission from school, and then come back to get properly fucked by you. Luckily your father called at the right time and I grabbed the chance.”

“Mom… I’m also in full mood. Even before you came back, I was thinking about you. I was fantasizing about fucking you while you wear a pavadai-thavani with two thick braids, like a young schoolgirl. My cock got so hard just imagining it.”

“So that’s why there was a tent in your lungi? I thought you were watching some porn and jerking off,” Mom said with a naughty smile.

As she spoke, her soft hand boldly slid inside my pants and started gently stroking my thick, throbbing cock that was already straining painfully against the fabric.

I slowly shifted position, kneeling on my left leg for better balance, and sat in a way that made it easy for Mom’s hand to reach my zipper. She quickly pulled it down and slipped her soft fingers inside my underwear.

“Mom… fucking in the open air like this, surrounded by trees and plants, feels so fucking good,” I groaned. “No one will come here. Until evening, I’m going to keep you completely naked and fuck you nonstop under this open sky.”

“I’m your wife now, da… Fuck me however you want. Use your mother’s body any way that gives you pleasure,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust.

She pulled my thick, rock-hard cock out of my underwear and began stroking it slowly, her warm palm sliding up and down the veiny length. The bright daylight made every detail visible — the swollen purple head, the thick shaft pulsing with need.

“Last night in the dim light it looked big… but now in full sunlight, it’s even more massive. God… it’s standing like an iron rod. Your cock is so thick, da… Your father’s is only half this size. It’s so long and heavy. Can Mom suck your cock?”

Without waiting for an answer, she gently pushed me back against the thick trunk of the mango tree and knelt in front of me on the blanket.

She bent forward, quickly unbuttoned and pulled down my pants, then yanked my underwear down and tossed it aside. I was now completely naked from the waist down, my hard cock standing proudly in the open air, exposed to the sunlight and breeze. Mom leaned down, extended her wet tongue, and slowly licked the entire length of my cock from base to tip, tasting the salty precum leaking from the slit.

“It looks like a big ripe banana… Some girls are created by Brahma just for fucking, but this cock seems specially made for sucking,” she murmured huskily.

Then she opened her warm, wet mouth wide and took my thick cock as deep as she could, sucking it with hungry, fast strokes. The wet, slurping sounds mixed with the gentle rustling of leaves above us. Her saliva coated my shaft, dripping down onto my balls. The sensation made my head spin with pleasure.

I opened my eyes and looked down.

Her pallu had slipped down completely. In the low-cut blouse, her massive, heavy breasts were bulging outward, jiggling heavily with every movement of her head. Half of those creamy, ripe tits were already spilling out of the tight fabric, the deep cleavage glistening with a light sheen of sweat from the warm outdoor air.

I lifted her face gently, kissed her wet lips, and whispered, “Mom… you are such a sexy auntie… Look at how beautifully you’ve grown these huge tits. If anyone saw you from the side, they wouldn’t be able to stop themselves from wanting to fuck you. These massive breasts, those two soft rolls on your waist, and this wide, fat ass… Fuck… you’ve grown everything so perfectly.”

Pure lust exploded in Mom’s eyes. She quickly pulled off her sari and threw it aside. Standing there in just her petticoat and blouse, she looked like a voluptuous actress ready to be fucked. She made me lean back against the mango tree, then knelt again and sucked my cock with wild hunger, her head bobbing furiously.

The pleasure was so intense I felt like I would pass out. I pulled her up, hugged her tightly, and kissed her deeply, tasting my own precum on her tongue. Her eyes were red and watery from sucking so hard.

I pushed her back against the tree trunk, lifted her petticoat, and buried my face between her thick thighs. Her pussy was already dripping wet, the sticky juices glistening in the bright sunlight. I started licking her swollen cunt lips and clit hungrily, my tongue sliding through her wet folds.

Mom covered my head with the front of her petticoat and moaned loudly, her voice echoing softly in the open garden: “Sss… sss… aah… sss… Yes… just like that… lick harder… deeper… lick me good, da…”

After a few minutes, her thick thighs began trembling violently. She gripped the back of my head tightly, pressed my face hard into her soaking pussy, and cried out, “Ayyo… Ammaaa…” as she came hard. Hot, sticky cunt juice flooded my mouth and chin.

I pulled my face away, wiped it with the back of my hand, and gently laid her down on the blanket spread under the tree.

Mom looked around once, then quickly untied and removed her petticoat completely. In the bright outdoor daylight, her fair, reddish skin glowed beautifully. Her thick, fleshy thighs looked like two strong pillars of soft meat. Between them, her mature pussy was partially hidden by dark, curly pubic hair, the inner lips swollen and shiny with juices. Her enormous breasts were straining hard against the blouse, the nipples clearly visible as hard points.

While removing the hooks of her blouse, she moaned, “God… the way you use your tongue, da… I almost fainted from pleasure. Even your father never made me feel like this.”

The moment her massive breasts sprang free from the blouse, I didn’t waste a second. I latched onto one thick, dark nipple and started sucking hard, squeezing the soft, heavy tit-flesh with both hands.

“Yes… just like that… suck harder… suck them… lick the nipples with your tongue… sss… sss… aah… aah… slowly, da… gently… it hurts a little… don’t show all your hunger at once,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with pleasure.

While sucking her breasts, I slid one hand down and began fingering her dripping pussy, two fingers sliding easily into her wet, velvety hole. Soon her cunt started throbbing and leaking more juices. Mom was panting heavily.

“Raghu… come… I can’t bear it anymore, da… Come, my king… come fuck your mother… Look how wet and creamy your Mom’s pussy has become… Fucking in this bright open daylight feels so good, da… Come, my sweet baby… fuck your mother and give me new pleasures,” she cried out loudly, her voice carrying into the empty garden.

I laid her fully on the blanket, spread her thick thighs wide apart, and positioned myself on top of her. She wrapped her arms around me tightly.

“Hey… put it in slowly… Today your cock feels even bigger and scarier than yesterday…”

“Don’t say anything, Mom… I’m so horny my head feels like it’s going to explode.”

Still on top, I spread her legs wider, lifted her hips slightly, and rubbed the swollen head of my cock up and down her slippery, wet pussy lips, coating it with her juices.

“Mmm… mmm… slowly… put it inside my pussy… slowly, da…”

“Okay… I’m sliding it into Mom’s cunt now… Ayyo… it’s so slippery… your pussy is so wet and smooth inside…”

“Yes, da… This pussy belongs to your horny mother… to your Padma… It’s all yours. Fuck me until your desire is completely satisfied… enjoy your mother fully…”

“Here it comes… I’m entering you now… Take it… sss… sss… aah… ayyo… Mom… mmm… mmm… mmm…”

“Slowly, da… yes… just like that… sss… sss… aah… you devil… I feel like I’m going to die from pleasure… sss… Ammaaa…”

The bright sunlight bathed our naked bodies, the warm breeze gently caressed Mom’s exposed skin and made her heavy breasts tremble, and the open sky above us made the entire forbidden act feel intensely thrilling and raw. We were completely naked in the middle of the quiet garden, surrounded only by trees, with no one around for miles.

The moment I pushed my thick cock deep inside Mom’s wet pussy, I didn’t pull out even for a second. I started fucking her with long, hard strokes right away. Her loud, desperate cries of pleasure mixed with my heavy, ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic slapping sounds of our bodies echoed clearly through the quiet garden.

As time passed, my pace became faster and more brutal. Mom’s cunt was overflowing with her creamy juices, making my cock slide in and out so smoothly that it almost felt like I was fucking air. With a loud, guttural moan, Mom suddenly came hard — her pussy gushing hot, sticky cunt juice all over my thrusting cock in powerful waves. Her thick thighs trembled violently. She clamped her legs tightly around my waist, squeezing me as her orgasm ripped through her mature body.

I stayed on top of her without moving for a while, my cock still buried deep inside her spasming pussy, twitching and throbbing against her inner walls. Mom lay there with her eyes closed in a daze, breathing heavily, her massive breasts rising and falling rapidly.

After five minutes, she slowly opened her eyes and playfully punched my chest.

“I told you, didn’t I? Why are you fucking me so wildly like this?”

“Mom… once I start fucking you, I completely lose control. Even now, look how my cock is still twitching and throbbing inside you…”

Mom pulled me down into a tight embrace and kissed me hungrily, sucking on my lips and tongue.

“My king… my secret husband… You’re still not satisfied? You want more of your Mom? You still need your Padma Mom’s pussy? Tell me, da… No matter how many times you fuck Mom’s cunt, you never get tired?”

“Yes, Mom… No matter how many times I fuck you, I’ll never get enough. I don’t want to get married at all. I just want to stay with you forever. The pleasure you give me is more than enough. You be my wife… give me all the pleasure I need for the rest of my life.”

“Okay… From now on, your Padma Mom will give you this pussy pleasure for your entire life,” she whispered seductively.

The moment she said that, my cock swelled even harder inside her, throbbing with fresh hunger.

“Mom, get up… Turn around and hold the tree. I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

Mom stood up, turned around, bent forward, and gripped the thick mango tree trunk with both hands. She pushed her enormous ass back toward me, arching her back and spreading her legs. She flipped her long hair forward over one shoulder and looked back at me with lust-filled eyes.

“Come, husband… Come and fuck your wife again properly…”

Her drunken, horny invitation made my thick cock twitch violently. I grabbed her wide hips, used my fingers to spread her swollen, pink pussy lips apart, and slammed my entire length deep inside her in one powerful thrust.

“Sss… sss… aah… aah… slowly…” she gasped, her voice trembling as her tight cunt stretched around my girth.

Holding her soft, fleshy hips firmly, I started pounding her hard from behind. Mom pushed her ass back to meet every thrust, moaning loudly in pleasure as we fucked like animals under the open sky.

The garden was completely empty — no people, no sounds except our raw, filthy sex noises echoing among the trees. As time went on, my thrusting became faster and more savage, and Mom’s moans grew louder and more desperate.

“Fuck me, da… Yes… just like that… Drive it deep… How does Mom’s pussy feel? Is it good? From now on, this cunt is only for you… only for my son…” she screamed wildly.

She gripped the tree trunk tightly with both hands and fucked me back with equal hunger, her massive ass cheeks rippling and jiggling with every impact.

“Raghu… squeeze Mom’s tits, da… Look how big and heavy they’ve become, hanging down. See how much I’ve grown them over the years just for you… Are these 40-size breasts enough for you? Tell me…” she babbled in ecstasy.

“Mom… I’ve never seen tits this big even in blue films. You’ve grown them to Sharmila or Shakeela level…” I groaned.

I leaned forward over her back, reached around with both hands, and grabbed her massive, swinging breasts. I squeezed the soft, heavy flesh roughly and pinched her thick, swollen nipples hard while continuing to slam my cock deep into her dripping pussy from behind.

My hips kept destroying her cunt with brutal speed. Mom’s moans turned into incoherent babbling. At one point she screamed loudly, “Sss… sss… I’m going to cum again, da… Keep fucking me… Don’t stop…”

The louder she screamed, the harder I pounded her.

“Sss… sss… aah… aah… Raghu… it’s coming… I’m cumming again… Don’t stop… Fuck me… Fuck me harder…” she cried out.

The moment she screamed, a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through my brain. I pressed my chest against her sweaty back, licked and sucked on her neck, and kept thrusting wildly while mauling her hanging tits.

Mom reached her second orgasm with a loud, shuddering cry. Her pussy spasmed violently around my cock, flooding it with fresh, hot cunt juice.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Mom… Mom… I’m also going to cum… I’m going to fill your pussy… Here it comes… Take it… sss… sss… aah… aah… it’s coming… it’s coming… sss… aah… it’s here…”

With a deep roar, I buried my cock as deep as possible and exploded inside her. Thick, powerful jets of hot cum spurted straight into her womb — spurt after heavy spurt flooding her mature cunt. Some of my semen overflowed and ran down her trembling thighs in creamy white streams.

Both our legs shook with exhaustion. We collapsed together onto the blanket in a sweaty, panting heap. Sweat was pouring down our faces and bodies like rivers.

Mom caught her breath and said softly, “I felt like my hips were going to break, da. You were pumping me like a machine… without any mercy. I don’t know how I’m going to handle you for the rest of my life.”

She picked up her fallen sari and gently wiped the sweat from my face and body.

“Look at this… after all that wild fucking, it’s still not fully soft,” she said, playfully stroking my semi-hard cock with her hand.

I pulled her into my arms and whispered, “Mom… fucking you completely naked like this, with no one around, right in the open air… feels so fucking good.”

Mom smiled and nodded, then started searching for her petticoat and blouse.

“Why are you putting your clothes back on already? We’re going to take them off again in a few minutes anyway…”

“Oh god… again? I can’t take it anymore, saami… Is this cock made of iron or what?” she complained playfully.

I jumped on her and hugged her tightly again.

Mom stood in front of me and slowly began dressing. While she smiled at me and tied her petticoat, I couldn’t take my eyes off her massive breasts still bulging out of her low-cut blouse. My hand automatically went to my cock and started stroking it again.

“What are you staring at like that? You already broke my hips… what more do you want?”

“Nothing, Mom… Even at this age, you fuck so sexily and never seem to get tired. I can only imagine how you must have been when you were younger. No boy in our area would have been able to control himself around you… they must have jerked off thinking about you every single day.”

“Chee… go away… asking such shameless questions,” Mom blushed deeply, looking extremely shy.

From the old photos I had seen, I knew exactly what I was talking about. Even back then she had a tall, slender yet curvy figure with a very beautiful face. In our local area, people used to call her “Kannazhagi Kanchan” (Beautiful-eyed Kanchan). Before coming here, Mom had told me about it, and it was true. In her old photos, she looked exactly like the old actress from the movie “Kadhalikka Neramillai” — Kanchan. Her most striking feature was her big, dark, expressive eyes. Her wide, flaring hips and thick, juicy thighs looked incredibly beautiful even then.

“What are you staring at without blinking, da?”

“Nothing, Mom… I was just thinking about your old college photos. You had such an amazing figure back then. Didn’t any guy in college try to fuck you?”

“Why this sudden doubt? Are you suspecting that I might have let someone fuck me before marrying your father?” Mom asked, raising her eyebrows.

“No, it’s not like that, Mom… Forgive me if I asked wrongly. I was just wondering how anyone could have resisted fucking such a hot sex goddess like you.”

“It wasn’t like that, da… Your father was the one who took my virginity,” Mom replied shyly. Her cheeks turned a deep kumkum red with embarrassment.

“That’s fine… But didn’t you have guys chasing after you in college? With your sexy looks, girls must have been competing to get with you,” Mom asked with a hint of jealousy in her voice.

“Come on, Mom… You know my taste very well, yet you ask this? In college, most girls were either too skinny, too flat, or looked like dried fish. One or two had some curves, but the moment they realized I was looking, they would go and complain to the professors. So I controlled myself. But there was one professor… I used to jerk off thinking about her back then. She had a super figure. Her name was Veni. Her breasts weren’t that big, but fuck… she had an amazing, huge ass. Her husband was working in Dubai. Whenever I felt horny, she was my sleeping pill,” I said, laughing.

“You ripened too early, da… Even back then you were crazy for aunties,” Mom said while finishing draping her sari completely. She looked at me lying on my back and added,

“Are you going to keep lying there with your cock standing up like that? The old man might come any time. Quickly put your clothes on,” she urged me.

“Mom… you won’t get angry if I say something, right?”

Mom frowned slightly. “What? Do you want a quick shot before he comes back? There won’t be time for that, my dear…”

“No… I was thinking what we’ll do when we go back home tonight. Why don’t we just stay here tonight?” I suggested.

“Ayyo, don’t even think about another problem. If someone tells your father that we stayed here alone, it will be the end. Control yourself for a few more days,” Mom’s voice sounded panicked.

“Are you scared of that old man? I’ll handle him… Do you agree to stay here tonight or not? Tell me first. You already told me on the bike that you took two days’ leave!”

Mom seemed to be thinking.

“You keep thinking… I’ll do what I need to do,” I said, standing up and starting to put on my underwear and pants.

“What, da? Have you already made some wicked plan? Tell me… Don’t get us both caught. After so many years, I’m finally getting this pleasure…”

“Mom, I won’t let you go so easily. Don’t worry. I’ll bring dinner tonight. We can fuck till dawn without any worry,” I said.

“Still, you are too greedy, da. You want to enjoy everything in a single day,” Mom complained as she started walking. I playfully slapped her huge, round ass cheek.

It was around 4 PM in the evening. The old man brought us coffee. After drinking it, I started chatting with him while Mom went inside the house.

A little later, Mom’s voice called from inside, “Raghu… come inside for a minute. Switch on the motor. I think the overhead tank is low on water.”

“Brother, you go inside. I’ll switch on the motor,” the old man said and left. I went inside looking for Mom.

Mom was bent over in the bedroom, searching for something in the bureau where clothes were kept. Her enormous, heavy ass was thrust out proudly, looking like a big inverted pot, the flesh bulging and straining against her sari. The sight instantly lit a fire of lust inside me. I stepped behind her quietly and wrapped my arms around her from the back.

“Chee… leave me, da. The old man might see us.”

“He won’t see anything. He’s gone to switch on the motor.”

“That’s why you’re being so bold. You said you’ll handle him. Are you planning to make him drink heavily like you do with your father?” she asked teasingly.

“You wicked woman… I thought you were innocent. You keep giving me ideas… and then later you act all scared saying someone might see us. Yet you keep teasing and turning me on so well,” I growled. I hugged her tightly, squeezed her massive ass cheeks hard, and kissed her lips passionately.

“Your father was exactly like this too. In the early days of our marriage, he would bring me here on some excuse. Since we were newlyweds, no one would suspect anything. Just like you’re doing now, he would make the old man drink heavily… and then he would fuck me the whole night, tossing me around like a rag doll.”

“Mom… how was Dad in bed? Did he fuck you well?”

“Look at the question you’re asking. Are you going to give him marks or what?”

“No, Mom… I was just asking casually,” I said while sliding my hand inside her sari, reaching under her blouse to grope her massive, bulging breasts.

“Sss… sss… aah… aah… Don’t start again, you naughty boy!”

“Okay, I’ll go and handle the old man properly — make him sleep. You stay ready,” I said, winking at her. She pushed me out of the room playfully.

I made the old man drink heavily, helped him to his house, put him to bed, and returned. By the time I came back, it was already 8 PM.

Mom seemed to be very hungry. She finished all the idlis I had brought in just a few quick bites. I also ate quickly. While I was locking the front doors, Mom had already bolted and locked all the back doors of the house.

“You’re too fast, Mom…”

“Yes… because the moment we come inside, you’ll pounce on me. That’s why,” she replied with a naughty smile.

“Okay… From now on, I won’t be too wild. I’ll do it slowly and gently. Is that fine?”

“You always say that, da. But the moment you push your cock inside Mom’s pussy, you’ll growl that you’re too horny and tear me apart like a beast.”

“It’s true, Mom. The moment I see you without clothes, my lust reaches its peak,” I admitted.

Mom playfully slapped my back and said, “You say that now. But later, when you get a wife, my pussy will become old and useless for you.”

There was a hint of sadness in her voice. I pulled her close, pressed my lips tightly against hers, and kissed her deeply, sucking on her soft lower lip.

“Mom… In this lifetime, you alone are enough for me. I don’t know if any other girl can ever be like you. I don’t want anyone else. I just want to stay with you forever,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion.

Hearing the sincerity in my words, Mom’s heart seemed to melt. “My king… my sweet baby… Mom will always be yours, da. I’ve kept these breasts and this pussy only for you all these years… for no one else,” she whispered emotionally. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.

After a few minutes of tight hugging and kissing, Mom’s mood had softened completely. We continued cuddling and touching each other slowly, behaving exactly like a newly married couple on their honeymoon — our bodies rubbing and exploring each other.

Suddenly, Mom’s mobile phone rang. She looked at the number and whispered, “It’s your father.”

She answered in a soft voice: “Hello… tell me. Yes, it’s me speaking… Yes… the load has been unloaded. Money has also been given… No problem at all… Yes… When will you come back? Okay… I’ll manage for these ten days. Subha hasn’t called… Yes… He’s here, so I’m managing… Yes… Wait a minute. I’ll give the phone to him… Talk to him.”

She handed the phone to me.

I spoke to Dad like a good son and handed the phone back to Mom.

“You talk so nicely to your father, da… If he knew that ever since you came, you’ve been fucking his wife nonstop, what would he do?” Mom laughed.

“It looks like you’re the one who might tell on me, Mom…”

“Yes, da… Now I’m also scared that when he fucks me, I might accidentally moan your name,” she said with a mischievous smile.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Mom glared at me playfully and said,

“You find it funny? I’m worried about how we’re going to hide this from your father and Subhashini.”

“Don’t worry, darling… Your new husband will take care of everything,” I replied.

Mom seemed to think for a moment, then said shyly, “Okay… instead of just talking, go and drop the old man at his house.”

Understanding her hidden desire, I pulled her close, kissed her deeply once more, and whispered, “I’ll be back in ten minutes, Mom.”

“When you come back, go and wait in the bedroom. I’ll come in a little while. You have to be patient, okay?”

I dropped the old man at his house, came back, washed my face, and waited in my bedroom. Ten minutes passed, but Mom still hadn’t come.

My patience was running out. I checked the clock — it was already 8:30 PM. What was this woman doing? She had no idea how painfully my cock was throbbing for her.

Just as I was about to call her, I heard her footsteps. Only a dim night lamp was on in the room, casting a soft, romantic glow.

“Sorry for making you wait so long, my sweet baby,” Mom said as she entered.

The moment I saw her, my breath caught in my throat.

Mom was wearing a thin, dark blue thavani (half-sari) tied exactly like a young teenager. She had tied it extremely low — almost three inches below her navel — so that the soft rolls of her plump belly and deep navel were fully exposed. The thin fabric clung to her wide hips and thick thighs seductively.

When I looked up, her massive, heavy breasts were pushing out proudly against the tight, low-cut blouse, the deep cleavage clearly visible. She had decorated her hair with fresh flowers she must have plucked from the garden. Her enormous, round ass looked incredibly sexy and prominent under the thin thavani, the heavy cheeks swaying with every step.

“What are you staring at without even breathing, da?” she asked softly.

“Mom… I don’t even know what to say… I used to jerk off looking at your old childhood photos. I’ve fantasized so many times about fucking you when you were a young virgin girl… about taking your innocence,” I stammered, my voice thick with lust.

The moment I said that, Mom stepped closer, hugged me tightly, and gently stroked my hair with one hand while pressing her soft body against mine. The intoxicating scent of jasmine flowers in her hair and the warmth of her mature, voluptuous body made my head spin with raw desire.

“Why do you have so much lust for me, da? Even when I was a young virgin girl and now that I’ve become a mature auntie, you still want to fuck your own mother so badly. Your father never desired me this much,” Mom asked softly, her voice a mix of wonder and arousal.

“Mom… Any man who sees your massive, heavy breasts, this fat, jiggling ass that bounces with every step, this soft, buttery-smooth waist with its deep rolls, and this deep, two-inch navel in the middle — if his cock doesn’t get hard, then he doesn’t deserve to have one. Tonight is going to be a full night, Mom. I’m not going to stop fucking you even for a minute. Can I fuck you the entire night? From now on, I’ll be a real husband to you, Mom,” I said, my voice thick and husky with raw need.

Hearing my emotional words, Mom’s eyes filled with love and lust. She pulled me into a tight embrace.

“My sweet baby… my little one… Mom has kept this entire body only for you, da. These big, heavy breasts, this enormous ass, and this pussy that stays wet thinking about you every single day — who do you think I kept them for? Everything is yours, da… only for my son,” she whispered passionately and hugged me even tighter, pressing her soft, voluptuous body against mine.

“By the way… when did you start wearing a thavani, Mom?”

“Subhashini’s old thavanis are still here. I wore one of them because I knew you would like it. Do you like it, da? Does Mom look like a 16 or 18-year-old girl to you now? Look at these breasts… would any real 18-year-old girl have tits this big and heavy?” she asked teasingly.

As she spoke, Mom stepped closer and wrapped her soft hand around my thick, throbbing cock that was already tenting my lungi.

“Sss… sss… aah… sss… Mom, it’s rising so fast for you. Come… stroke it properly. Mmm… aah… yes… just like that… What magic do your hands have? Just your touch makes my cock twitch and throb so hard…”

Mom quickly untied my lungi and let it fall to the floor. She pulled my underwear down and threw it aside. I stood completely naked in front of her. She knelt down, stroking my thighs with her soft palms while looking up at me with hungry eyes.

“Your Mom is now an unmarried young girl, da… Does seeing me in this thavani make you horny? Tell me…” she whispered seductively as she began stroking my thick cock up and down with slow, firm strokes.

I pulled her up, grabbed her red, juicy lips, and sucked them hungrily.

“Mom… seeing you in this pavadai-thavani makes me want to fuck you so badly right now. These massive breasts are not going to let me sleep tonight. Ayyo… if you had two thick braids and flowers in your hair, I wouldn’t be able to control myself at all,” I groaned.

Suddenly Mom said with deep emotion, her eyes filling with tears, “Will you marry me? Tell me… Will you marry your own mother and make me your wife? Tell me, da. Come… I can’t give you to anyone else anymore. Marry me right now.”

The moment she said those words, all the blood in my body rushed straight to my cock, making it throb violently. I grabbed her thick double braid, pulled her close, crushed her against my chest, and squeezed her enormous, soft ass cheeks hard while kissing her deeply.

“Mom… I want it too, da. Come… Let’s get married right now. Stay in this pavadai-thavani…” I said, pulling her toward the small puja corner. I took the yellow thread (mangalsutra) that was already around her neck and tied it again properly as a symbol of marriage. Mom’s eyes filled with tears of joy. She fell at my feet. I lifted her up, applied kumkum on her forehead, and kissed her passionately.

Mom blushed deeply and said shyly, “Husband… you go and wait in the room. I’ll come in a minute.”

She walked away, swaying her massive ass seductively. When she returned, she was holding a glass of milk. With a shy smile, she offered it to me.

“Hey… my husband whom I gave birth to… my secret lover… my sweet baby… Now you have made me your wife properly. From now on we have to be careful. Just because you tied the mangalsutra doesn’t mean you can fuck me whenever you want, okay?”

“Then… tonight…?”

“Tonight is our full wedding night… Your wife — the mother who gave birth to you — will give you pleasure without sleeping. Is that enough, husband?” she said seductively while picking up the bedsheet and pillow.

“Mom… where are you going now?”

“To the open terrace, of course. When you went to drop the old man, I already moved the cot to the terrace. Tonight our first night as husband and wife will be under the open sky,” she said.

I couldn’t help but smile. First night indeed — I had already fucked her at least five times, but the idea still excited me.

I hugged her from behind as we climbed the stairs to the terrace. Mom’s huge ass, looking like two heavy pots, swayed and jiggled hypnotically with every step. Her thick, creamy thighs glowed golden in the moonlight, making my heart beat faster.

We reached the open terrace. I sat on the cot with Mom still in my arms. She whined cutely and whispered sexily into my ear while gently biting my earlobe, “Do you like it, da? Fucking your mother completely openly like this in the dark night…”

“Why ask now? You already let me fuck you in broad daylight on the terrace earlier,” I teased.

“No, da… I asked because every time you fuck me, you love looking at my entire naked body. That’s why,” she said as she removed my lungi and T-shirt.

I stood completely naked in front of my mother. There was no shame left — neither in me nor in my thick, rock-hard cock. It stood straight up like a missile ready to launch, twitching and throbbing, desperately searching for Mom’s wet pussy.

“Look at this, Mom… Your son’s cock is going crazy searching for your cunt. Quickly remove your clothes,” I growled.

Mom smiled shyly. She slowly pulled her thin thavani down from her shoulders.

“Are you going to fuck me like this… or do you want me completely naked?”

“Completely naked, Mom… Tonight under this moonlight, I’m going to fuck you so hard that your heavy breasts and fat ass will shake and bounce wildly,” I said.

Mom struggled a little to remove her tight blouse. The moment she pushed her bra up, her massive 40-size breasts sprang free with a heavy “plop,” swinging and hanging beautifully in the cool night air.

“Come… suck Mom’s breasts, da… Look how big and heavy they’ve grown just for you… Come and suck them,” she moaned, bending forward so her enormous, soft tit-flesh pressed against my face.

I opened my mouth wide and took as much of her thick, juicy breast as I could into my mouth, sucking hungrily on the soft, creamy flesh while my hands squeezed the heavy globes.

Mom bent forward willingly, offering her massive breasts to my hungry mouth. She used both hands to lift and push her heavy, soft tit-flesh deeper between my lips, feeding me her thick nipples like a mother feeding her child — except this was pure forbidden lust. Her thick, silky thighs pressed down firmly on my throbbing cock, the smooth nylon-like skin rubbing against my shaft and making it swell even harder, the veins pulsing visibly under the moonlight.

I sucked on her enormous breasts with wild hunger, switching from one heavy globe to the other, my mouth making wet, slurping sounds as I devoured the soft, creamy flesh. Mom moaned loudly, her mature body trembling with pleasure as she began babbling incoherently in ecstasy.

“Enough, da… Mom wants to suck your cock. I’ve been waiting so long…” she whispered breathlessly.

She slowly slid down my body, her wet tongue tracing a hot trail from my chest, across my stomach, until she reached my crotch. Just the thought that my own mother was about to take my cock into her mouth made my shaft twitch and dance with anticipation.

Mom started by licking all around the base of my thick cock with slow, teasing strokes of her tongue. She licked my heavy balls and the sensitive skin of my scrotum, then wrapped her velvet-soft hand around my throbbing shaft and began stroking it firmly while continuing to lick and kiss the swollen head.

“Mom… lie down in 69 position. While you suck my cock, I want to lick your wet pussy,” I groaned.

We quickly arranged ourselves head-to-toe on the cot. Under the open night sky on the terrace, mother and son locked into a passionate 69. The quiet night was filled only with our muffled moans and the wet, obscene sounds of sucking and licking.

Mom took my thick cock into her warm, wet mouth like a starving woman. She bobbed her head eagerly, sucking me deep, her saliva coating every inch of my shaft until it glistened in the moonlight. Thick strands of her spit dripped down my balls, making my cock shine wetly. She sucked with such hunger and skill that my head spun with pleasure.

I buried my face between her thick, creamy thighs and attacked her dripping pussy with my tongue — licking her swollen outer lips, sucking on her clit, and pushing my tongue deep inside her hot, velvety hole. Her cunt tasted sweet and musky, her juices flowing freely onto my tongue as I ate her out like a man possessed.

After several intense minutes of mutual oral pleasure, I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled Mom up, flipped her onto her back, and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own pussy juices on my lips.

“Husband… let me ride you. Let me sit on your big cock and milk it like a ripe coconut,” she whispered seductively.

Mom straddled me, placing her thick, heavy thighs on either side of my hips. She braced her hands on the mattress and lowered herself slowly. Her wet pussy lips brushed against my navel first, leaving a trail of hot, sticky cunt juice on my stomach. When she reached down to guide my cock to her entrance, her massive breasts hung down heavily like two ripe papayas, swaying inches from my face.

She reached behind with one hand, gripped my rock-hard cock, and rubbed the swollen head up and down her slippery slit, teasing both of us. The sensation was electric — her hot, wet folds kissing my cockhead. Finally, she aligned it perfectly and sank down slowly, taking every thick inch of my cock deep inside her mature cunt.

Her pussy was soaking wet and incredibly warm, enveloping my shaft like hot, melted butter. As she started riding me, her pace increased. She lifted her enormous ass high and slammed it down repeatedly, her heavy ass cheeks slapping loudly against my thighs with wet “thap-thap” sounds that echoed across the silent terrace.

Mom’s thick, juicy thighs jiggled with every bounce. Her massive breasts swung wildly like pendulums, the heavy flesh slapping against her chest and my face. She planted her hands firmly on my broad chest, gripping my shoulders for leverage as she rode me harder, her fat ass rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm. Her eyes rolled back, her lips were bitten hard, and she moaned loudly — “Aah… aah… sss… sss…” — her voice carrying into the open night air.

I grabbed her wide hips and thrust upward powerfully, meeting every downward slam of her ass. The friction inside her cunt was intense — her inner walls gripping and milking my cock. My shaft throbbed violently, the veins bulging as pleasure built rapidly.

Mom was completely lost in lust, fucking me with wild abandon, her mature body shining with sweat under the moonlight. I reached up and grabbed her swinging breasts, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh roughly while pinching her thick, dark nipples.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Mom’s moans turned into desperate cries as another powerful orgasm approached. She rode me faster, her fat ass bouncing violently, her pussy gushing fresh juices around my cock.

Suddenly she screamed loudly, her voice echoing across the empty terrace: “Sss… aah… I’m cumming again, da… Don’t stop… Keep fucking me!”

Her entire body convulsed. Her pussy clamped down hard on my cock like a hot, wet fist and exploded, flooding my shaft with hot, creamy cunt juice. Her massive ass cheeks trembled and quivered as she came hard.

I didn’t slow down. I kept thrusting up into her spasming cunt while mauling her breasts. The sight of my own mother cumming so violently on my cock pushed me over the edge.

“Mom… Mom… I’m also going to cum… I’m filling your pussy… Take it all inside… Here it comes… sss… aah… it’s coming… it’s here!”

With a deep growl, I slammed my cock as deep as possible and erupted. Thick, powerful ropes of hot cum blasted straight into her womb — spurt after heavy spurt flooding her mature cunt completely. Some of my semen overflowed and leaked out around my shaft, running down her thighs and onto my balls.

We both collapsed, panting heavily, our bodies slick with sweat. The cool night breeze felt refreshing on our overheated skin. Mom lay on my chest, her massive breasts pressed softly against me, her heart beating rapidly.

After a few minutes, she lifted her head, kissed my lips tenderly, and asked with a shy smile, “Did Mom give you good pleasure, da? How does your mother’s pussy feel?”

“Mom… I don’t even have words. The pleasure I get inside your cunt is something I can never get anywhere else. I don’t want to go anywhere away from you,” I replied honestly.

Mom hugged me tightly and whispered, “You are not just my son anymore, da. You tied the mangalsutra. So you are also my husband now. That means you can never leave me.”

She buried her face in my chest contentedly. The moonlight broke through the clouds, bathing our naked bodies in a soft silver glow. A gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of jasmine from the nearby plants, and a few white flowers drifted down onto us. Mom looked up at me with pure love and lust, then kissed me deeply on the lips.