The house was quiet except for the hum of the AC, but tension crackled like lightning. Meera stood in the doorway, arms crossed under her full breasts, her saree clinging to her curves. She was no shrinking violet—strong, commanding, eyes sharp with hunger. "Rahul, you've been staring at my ass all evening. Don't play innocent now."
Rahul shifted on the couch, face flushed. "Amma, this is crazy. You're my mother. We can't—"
She laughed, low and throaty, stepping closer. "Can't? Or won't admit how hard your cock gets when I bend over? Look at you, already tenting those pants. Horny boy." Her voice dripped with wit and challenge. "I raised you strong. Now prove it."
Rahul swallowed, but his eyes betrayed him, tracing her hips. "You're not making this easy. What if someone finds out?"
"Easy is boring," Meera shot back, untying her saree with deliberate slowness. It pooled at her feet, revealing smooth skin and a lacy bra. "I'm dripping wet just thinking about it. Feel." She grabbed his hand, pressing it between her thighs. Her pussy was hot, slick, pulsing against his fingers. "That's for you, son. Not submissive—I'm taking what I want."
Panting now, Rahul's resistance crumbled. "God, Amma... your pussy feels incredible." He stood, pulling her close. She pushed him back playfully, strong hands on his chest. "Not yet. On your knees first. Show me that tongue." But he surprised her, spinning her against the wall. "You want control? Earn it." Their mouths crashed, tongues battling.
Clothes flew. Meera's hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking hard. "Mmm, so thick. I bet you'd love a blowjob right now, but I'm wetter than ever." She guided him to the couch, straddling him without submission. "Fuck me like you mean it. Make me cum screaming."
Rahul thrust up, her pussy gripping him tight, dripping down his shaft. Sweating, they moved in rhythm—her ass bouncing, his hands gripping her hips. "Harder," she demanded, witty even mid-moan. "Don't hold back, or I'll take over." Panting filled the room as she rode him, walls clenching. He came first with a groan, cum flooding her, but she followed, body shaking in explosive release, strong and unyielding. "That's my boy... round two soon."
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