The fields clung to me like a second skin when I pushed open the door at dawn, sweat still tracing paths down my chest. AmritPaul Kaur stood at the stove, salwar hugging every curve, her 40-inch breasts straining the dupatta like they had a mind to spill free. At 47 she moved like a woman half her age, white as fresh milk and twice as tempting.
"Back already, my strapping field boy?" she said without turning, voice sharp as a sickle. "Or did you come home early hoping the bathroom door would finally tell you its secrets?"
I froze, 9-inch cock already twitching against my trousers. "Mom, I just—"
"Save the stammer for the village girls," she cut in, spinning with a wicked smile. Her eyes flicked down, noticing the bulge. "My, my. Someone's been peeping through those holes again. Did you like what you saw yesterday? All that white skin and no panty to hide the gap between my thighs?"
Heat flooded me. "I couldn't help it. You're... you're too much."
AmritPaul stepped closer, strong hands on her hips. "Too much for a 24-year-old who can't control his own cock? Then prove it. Get hard for me right here, son. Show me how that fat black length aches for your mother's pussy."
I dropped my clothes, cock springing free, thick and veined. She laughed low, horny glint in her eyes. "Not bad. Now watch." She shed the salwar in one fluid motion, breasts heavy and swaying, ass round and firm, thighs thick as wrestlers'. No hair on her legs, just smooth white skin glistening. She was already wet, dripping down her inner thigh.
"On your knees," she ordered, voice dripping command. I obeyed. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face to her dripping pussy. "Taste what you've been spying on." I licked, tongue diving in as she moaned, panting, grinding against me.
"Good boy. Now stand." She dropped, taking my cock in her mouth for a slow, wicked blowjob, tongue swirling while her strong fingers stroked the base. I was sweating, panting, so close I thought I'd burst.
She rose, pushed me onto the charpai, climbed atop with powerful thighs. "You wanted this? Then take it." She sank down, pussy swallowing every inch of my hard cock. We moved together, her riding with fierce rhythm, ass slapping, both of us moaning. "Deeper—yes—make your mother come."
I thrust up hard. She came first, walls clenching, juices dripping over me. I followed, cock pulsing as I filled her with thick cum. We collapsed, sweating, panting, bodies locked.
AmritPaul kissed my forehead, smirking. "Next time, knock. Or don't. I like an audience."
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