Mon's Son: Bangla Heat

Chapter 1: The Humid Return

In the steamy Kolkata apartment, Mon leaned against the doorframe, her sharp eyes locking onto her 25-year-old son Arjun as he dropped his bags. 'Back from the city already, beta? Thought you'd stay gone longer, avoiding your mother's sharp tongue.'

Arjun grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. 'Avoid you? Never. Your wit's the only thing hotter than this Bangla summer.'

Mon chuckled, stepping closer, her sari clinging to her curves. 'Flattery won't save you. But tell me, why do you look so damn horny already?'

'Can't help it around you,' he shot back. 'You're dripping with that confidence.'

She arched a brow, voice laced with wit. 'Confidence? Or is it your hard cock twitching at the sight of me? Don't deny it—I've seen that look.'

Arjun stepped nearer, the air thick. 'And what about your pussy, Mon? Wet and dripping under that sari?'

Mon laughed, strong and unyielding, pushing him against the wall. 'Bold words. Maybe I'll give you a blowjob to shut that mouth—after you earn it. Panting already? Good.'

Sweating, they circled like tigers. 'Your ass looks tempting,' he teased. Mon countered, 'Yours will be mine to claim. Let's see who comes first.'

Hands roamed, breaths quickened—her fingers tracing his hard length as she whispered, 'Cum for me, but only when I say.' The tension exploded toward the inevitable, bodies pressing, ready for the storm.