Chapter 40: Midday Musings
The laptop balanced perfectly on the curve of Priya’s ass, a sleek, silver slab of modern responsibility resting on the warm, living silk of her skin. The screen showed a grid of faces, muted and pixelated, discussing quarterly deliverables. Rohan’s own face was a small square in the bottom corner, his expression professionally blank. From the camera’s perspective, he was just a young man in a plain t-shirt, sitting in a sunlit room. The truth was several degrees of heat and pressure lower.
He was buried inside her. Not quickly, not frantically, but with a deep, almost meditative slowness that made every millimeter of the journey a conscious, shared event. The tight, clenching heat of her ass welcomed him, a velvet vise that had, over months, learned to accommodate him with shocking ease. She was face down, her upper body propped on her elbows, her cheek resting on crossed arms. Her back was a long, graceful arc, her hips raised just enough to keep the laptop stable. The slow, rhythmic squeak of the bedsprings was a soft, metallic whisper beneath the drone of a project manager named Vikram discussing cloud migration timelines.
“So the key dependency,” Vikram said, his voice tinny through the laptop speakers, “is the Singapore data center. Rohan, can you confirm the handshake protocol is live?”
Rohan adjusted his grip on Priya’s hips, his thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of her spine. He pulled back, an excruciatingly slow withdrawal that made her sigh into the sheets, then pushed forward again, sinking back to the hilt. He felt her muscles flutter around him, a helpless, involuntary grip.
“It’s live,” Rohan said, his voice steady, betraying nothing of the sweat beading at his temple or the fire coiling in his gut. “The handshake is confirmed. Firewall rules are provisioned.” He muted his microphone for a second.
“You hear that, Ma?” he whispered, his hips rocking in a subtle, circular grind. “Firewall rules are provisioned.”
She laughed, a soft, breathy exhalation that stirred the sheets. “Provision me,” she murmured back, her voice thick with pleasure.
He unmuted. “The latency is within acceptable parameters,” he added to the group, his eyes scanning the other faces on screen, none of them knowing that the surface his laptop rested upon was flushed and damp with sweat, that the woman beneath it was naked and filled by her own son.
Priya shifted slightly, a minute adjustment that sent a new wave of exquisite friction up his spine. The laptop wobbled. He steadied it with one hand, his other continuing to knead the full, heavy weight of her breast. Her nipple was a hard peak against his palm. He rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger, feeling her back arch further, pushing the laptop up an inch.
“Rohan, your video seems a bit unstable,” said Anjali, his direct manager.
“Sorry,” he said, his voice cracking only slightly. He cleared his throat. “Weak signal. The weather.” He pressed down lightly on the laptop, pinning Priya’s glorious backside more firmly to the mattress. She gasped, then bit her lip to silence the sound.
“Mmm,” she moaned, a vibration he could feel through his very bones. “Keep talking about latency, beta. It’s working.”
He ignored her, focusing on the screen. “The Singapore team needs to run the final sync tests. I’ve scheduled them for 0200 their time tomorrow.”
“Understood,” Vikram said. “Moving on to the Mumbai rollout.”
As the meeting droned on, Priya began to speak, her words a low, hypnotic counterpoint to the corporate jargon. Her voice was meant only for him, a secret stream of filth flowing under the bridge of his professional composure.
“You know what you should be doing right now,” she whispered, her face turned towards him, one eye visible, glazed and dark. “Instead of this… polite little rocking.”
He said nothing, his hips maintaining their steady, slow rhythm.
“You should have tied me to the bedpost before this call started. Wrists and ankles. Silk scarves, the purple ones from my drawer.” She paused as he thrust particularly deep, a sharp inhalation catching in her throat. “Then you could be on your phone, ignoring me completely, while you fucked me like a machine. Just using me. A warm, tight hole for you to lazily stroke yourself in while you scroll through cricket scores.”
The image was potent, invasive. His rhythm hitched. She felt it, and a smile touched her lips.
“Or,” she continued, her voice dropping even lower, “you could flip me over. Put the laptop on my stomach, so they can all see my face. See how calm I look while my son’s cock is stretching my asshole open. See if they notice when my eyes lose focus because you’ve started to go faster.”
“Quiet,” he breathed, his control straining.
“Make me,” she dared, her tone playful and challenging all at once.
He unmuted his microphone. “Anjali, I think I need to drop for a moment. My connection is getting worse.” His voice was tight, but plausible.
“Sure, Rohan. Rejoin when stable.”
He clicked the ‘Leave Meeting’ button. The grid of faces vanished, replaced by his own desktop wallpaper—a generic landscape of mountains. The room felt suddenly larger, the only sounds now their mingled breathing and the soft, persistent squeak of the bed.
“They’re gone,” he said.
“I know,” Priya replied, pushing back against him with more intent now that the audience was imaginary. “Now it’s just us and your latency.”
He laughed, a short, strained burst of air. The hand that had been steadying the laptop now slid around her hip, his fingers seeking and finding the slick, swollen heat of her pussy. She was drenched. He traced her folds, feeling her jerk against his touch.
“All this talk,” he murmured, leaning over her, his chest pressing against her back, “and you’re the one who’s drowning.”
“Your fault,” she gasped as his fingers circled her clit. “Listening to you talk about firewalls and protocols… it’s so boring. My body gets bored. It needs attention.”
He increased the pace of his thrusts, no longer slow and teasing, but deep and purposeful. The laptop slid off her back and thumped softly onto the mattress beside them, forgotten. The squeak of the springs became a rapid, rhythmic protest. He pinched her nipple, hard, and she cried out, the sound unfettered now, loud in the sun-drenched room.
“What was that about tying you up?” he growled into her ear.
“Yes,” she panted. “Now. Do it now.”
He withdrew from her suddenly, the cool air a shock on his wet skin. She whined at the loss, twisting on the bed to look at him. Her face was flushed, her lips parted, her hair a dark cloud across the pillow. He went to her dresser, yanking open the top drawer. He knew where the scarves were. The purple silk, soft and slippery. He’d bought them for her last Diwali.
He returned to the bed, his erection jutting out, heavy and impatient. “Hands,” he commanded.
She obeyed, rolling onto her back and holding her wrists together above her head, offering them to him. He wrapped the scarf quickly, firmly, knotting it around the sturdy, ornate bedpost. He did the same with her ankles, spreading her legs wide, tying each to a post at the foot of the bed. She was utterly exposed, utterly vulnerable, her body a lavish feast presented for him alone. The sunlight played over her skin, highlighting the sheen of sweat, the dark circles of her areolas, the neatly shaved triangle of hair below her stomach.
He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her. A powerful, almost frightening sense of ownership surged through him. She was his mother. She was his lover. She was his.
“You said I should ignore you,” he said, picking up his phone from the nightstand. He unlocked it, opening a news app.
“Yes,” she breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her splayed legs. He guided himself to her entrance, not her ass, but her pussy. He pushed in with one smooth, solid stroke, sheathing himself fully in her wet, welcoming heat. She arched off the bed, a strangled cry escaping her lips.
Then he looked down at his phone. He scrolled through headlines about politics, about sports scores. He read an article about a new restaurant opening in Connaught Place. All while his hips moved in a slow, automatic piston motion, fucking her with a detached, relentless rhythm.
Priya’s breath came in ragged hitches. The sensation of being so completely used, so objectified while he consumed trivial information, was a sharper, more psychological knife than any physical act. She was a convenience. A warm, willing hole. Tears of intense arousal pricked at the corners of her eyes.
“Rohan,” she whimpered.
“Hmm?” he didn’t look up from his phone.
“Please.”
“Please what? I’m reading.” His thrusts were steady, deep, almost impersonal.
“Look at me.”
He glanced up, his eyes meeting hers for a fleeting second before returning to the screen. “You look beautiful, Ma. Now be quiet, I’m almost done with this article.”
The duality was maddening. The tender endearment paired with the cold command. The profound intimacy of their joining juxtaposed with his utter distraction. She struggled against the silk bonds, not to escape, but to feel their bite, to intensify the helplessness. The fabric held firm.
He put the phone down, but only to use both hands to grip her waist, holding her in place as he increased his speed. The slapping sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a stark, carnal percussion. He was no longer detached. His focus was singular, a fierce concentration that knit his brow and tightened his jaw. He was chasing his release, using her body to attain it, and the honesty of it was more powerful than any pretense of shared passion.
“Is this what you wanted?” he grunted, his breathing becoming labored. “To be nothing but a cunt for me to fuck while I think about other things?”
“Yes!” she screamed, the word torn from her throat. “Yes, beta! Use me! Use your mother’s cunt!”
Her permission, her eager, desperate acceptance of her own debasement, shattered the last of his restraint. He drove into her with a force that shook the bedframe, his fingers bruising her hips. His head threw back, a guttural sound ripping from his chest. He’d been holding back since yesterday, since the balcony, since the kitchen. The reservoir was full, pressurized, ready to burst.
He pulled out of her suddenly.
Priya cried out in confused protest, her body straining against the scarves, seeking the fullness it had lost.
But he was already moving. He kneeled up, positioning himself over her face. She understood instantly. Her mouth opened, her tongue darting out in anticipation. Her eyes, wild and pleading, locked onto his.
The first pulse wasn’t a spurt. It was a flood.
It hit the back of her throat, thick and hot and so copious it made her gag for a second. She forced her throat to open, to swallow. It was too much. It overflowed, spilling from the corners of her lips, painting stripes across her cheeks.
Rohan groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated release, as the torrent continued. It was unreal, the volume. It was as she had once described—minutes long, a steady, streaming eruption that defied biology. It coated her tongue, filled her mouth, dripped onto her neck and into her hair. She swallowed convulsively, again and again, but as soon as she cleared her mouth, more came. It was a challenge, a trial, a baptism.
She lost herself in it. The taste, salty and rich and uniquely his, the sheer overwhelming abundance of it, the feel of it warm on her skin. She was drowning in him, and it was all she ever wanted. Her hips bucked, searching for friction, as she drank him down.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the flow subsided. It slowed to a trickle, then stopped. He was spent, trembling, dripping the last few drops onto her chin.
She lay beneath him, panting, her face a glistening, pearlescent mask. She licked her lips, cleaned her teeth with her tongue, swallowed one last time.
He leaned down, untied her wrists first with clumsy, gentle fingers. He rubbed the marks left by the silk. Then he freed her ankles. She didn’t move immediately. She just looked up at him, her eyes soft, sated, utterly adoring.
Wordlessly, she reached up, hooked a hand around his neck, and pulled him down into a deep, languid kiss. She shared his own taste back with him, a closed loop of intimacy. When they broke apart, she smiled, a messy, radiant, blissful smile.
“Your meeting,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
He glanced at the clock on his laptop. “It’s over.”
“Good.” She stretched her arms above her head, a languorous, cat-like movement. “Now you’re all mine for the rest of the afternoon.”
He collapsed beside her on the damp sheets, pulling her into his arms. The scent of sex and sweat and their shared skin filled the air, thick and sweet. Outside, the sun continued its journey across the sky, oblivious to the small, sun-drenched sanctuary where the rules of the world had been rewritten, one whispered filth and one devastating release at a time. The laptop, its screen now dark, sat beside them like a dormant artifact from another, simpler life.
Rohan’s fingers traced lazy circles on Priya’s back, the rhythm of his touch mirroring the slow, steady pulse of their bodies. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, jasmine, and something darker—something uniquely theirs.
Priya turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his chest. "You’re thinking about it again," she murmured, her voice soft but knowing.
He hesitated, then nodded. "I can’t stop thinking about it."
"Good," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "Because I can’t either."
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The conversation had been a delicate dance, a balance between the mundane and the obscene.
In about twenty minutes, Priya was on the rug, setup nicely on her hands and knees. The laptop was on her ass again,while her hole was stretched into a wide ring accomodating his thick cock.
"Mmm beta," she moaned cozily, as he slid himself another inch deep, "any more calls to come or you're just gonna type code while fucking your mum's ass?". Rohan looked away from his screen, right where her fat creamy ass was spread wide open for him. The laptop was balanced on her back, its screen showing some code he had typed out since she had taken his cock back in her ass.
"Maybe a call later, for now I'm good. The warmth around my cock in you is more than enough, Ma." Rohan's voice was low, almost a growl, as he pushed the last inch of his length into her. She gasped, her fingers curling into the rug beneath them.
Priya pushed back against him, taking him deeper still. "You like that, beta? Fucking your mother's ass while you work?" Her voice was a sultry purr, a siren's call designed to keep him off balance, to keep him hard and hungry.
Rohan's fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust. "You know I do," he grunted, "no son is as lucky to have such a great slut like you at their disposal."
"Well, I'm lucky too right. Other mom's don't have son's with cocks this huge who love their ass the way you love mine" Priya cooed feeling him bottom out inside her ass,the tip of his thick cock resting in her. "God you have no idea how you make me feel beta. To know you love my ass so much so that you'd have me bend over even as you work. Trust me beta, I'm not complaining."
She said and lowered her head on her palms, just letting her body be swayed by his thrusts,slow and deep all inside her ass.
He could feel her body relax, her muscles softening around him, accepting him fully. He reached around, his hands finding her tits, heavy and full in his palms. He squeezed them gently, feeling her nipples harden against his touch. He pinched them, rolling them between his fingers, and she moaned a sweet happy sound
"mmm, that's the way. Mum's just a big titted slut for your cock hai na beta?" she giggled , her voice laced with a playful, almost taunting tone. Rohan smiled, kneading her soft doughy tits a bit more firmly. Priya let out another happy moan, "
Ohhh, yes beta. Just like that. Make your mother's tits jiggle for you." She pushed back against him, her ass meeting his hips with a soft slap of flesh against flesh. "You like that, don't you? Seeing your mother's big tits bounce while you fuck her ass?"
He grunted in affirmation, his grip tightening, his thrusts becoming more insistent. The laptop wobbled on her back, the cursor blinking in the empty text field, waiting for his attention. But Rohan's focus was elsewhere, his senses consumed by the tight heat of Priya's ass, the soft give of her flesh under his hands, and the filthy words spilling from her lips.
She reminded him he had to work, with a gentle tone , without having to stop using her ass " Beta, you should really get back to work. Your boss might call again." She said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.
Rohan chuckled, his hips continuing their steady rhythm. "She can wait. I'm busy with something... more important." He emphasized the last two words, pushing into her with particular force.
Priya gasped, her body tensing around him. "Oh, beta. You're right. This is... much more important." She panted, her voice growing breathless. "But... you should still keep an eye on your emails. Just in case."
He let his eyes back on the laptop on her ass, while he kept rolling his hips, thoroughly enjoying the silky warmth in her ass. He opened his email, his fingers still kneading her tits, and started typing out a response to Anjali's email, his cock never stopping its slow, steady rhythm inside Priya's ass.
"Mmm, beta," Priya moaned, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and amusement, "you're multitasking now? Such a good son. Keeping my ass full while you work". Her words weren't sarcastic this time, but of genuine affection for him.
The way she said it, the way she let her body accept his thrusts, made him feel like he was the most important person in the world.
"my love, my baby. Mmmph, yeah baby so good. Keep fucking mama's ass as you work. Oh god that cock feels so good beta...mmm...damn you fuck me so good, somedays I wanna just retire and just glue myself to your cock" , her words albeit crude were honest and true, her body moving in sync with his thrusts. Rohan's fingers were still kneading her tits, his thumb rolling her nipple as he pushed deeper into her ass. The laptop screen was still open, the cursor blinking at the bottom of the email he was typing to Anjali.
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Priya's breath hitched as Rohan's thrusts became more deliberate, each one a calculated push that made her moan in response. The laptop, balanced precariously on her back, wobbled slightly with each movement, but she didn’t care. She was lost in the sensation of his cock filling her ass, the way his hands moved over her body, the filthy words that spilled from his lips.
Rohan pulled the laptop off her back, "mmm that should be enough until evening, now I can focus on this big fat ass that has my cock inside" he said rubbing soothingly on the creamy gloves of her ass. Priya let out a soft moan, her body relaxing further into the rug beneath them.
Then she was being pulled into his arms. And when she opened her eyes she was being cuddled from behind while her son rocked his hips slow and gentle, his thick cock getting massaged by the walls of her ass.
She could feel his hot breath on her neck, his lips pressing soft kisses on her skin. She let out a soft moan, her body melting into his.
"Mmm, beta," she whispered, "you feel so good inside me."
Rohan's hands moved from her hips to her breasts, cupping them gently. "You feel amazing too, Ma. So soft, so warm."
She pushed back against him, taking him deeper. "I love it when you fuck me like this. Slow and gentle. Like you're making love to me."
He nuzzled her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "I do love you, Ma. More than anything."
She turned her head slightly, seeking his eyes and saw eternal love, even as he was doing one of the most taboo things imaginable. "I love you too, Rohan. More than you'll ever know."
His hands on her breasts tightened, his fingers finding her nipples, pinching them gently. She gasped, her body arching into his touch. He took advantage, pushing deeper into her, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm that made her moan softly.
"Tell me what you want, Ma," he whispered, his voice low and husky in her ear. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
She hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want you to fuck me, Rohan. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight. Just stay in my ass, whether you want to fuck me slow or hard, as long as you need my ass, beta I'm good with it".
Rohan smiled and pulled her closer,his hands kneading those bountiful tits with love and sighed into her ears "Fucking perfect. That is what you are" and emphasisef his words with a gentle deeper thrust deep in her ass.
"My sweet boy, who loves to fuck his mum's ass" she said,leaning to kiss his cheek.Then she let her head down on her hands, turning sideways. That let him cuddle her better and more access to the depths of her tiny hole that was very happily milking his giant cock.
He started to move his hips again, slow and gentle, his hands still kneading her tits, his lips still kissing her neck.
Rohan's hands moved from her breasts to her stomach, his fingers splaying out, feeling the softness of her belly. "You're so soft, Ma. So beautiful."
Priya let out a contented sigh, her body relaxing further into his. "I've always been soft, Rohan. Even when I was younger.
I remember you used to call me your little butterball," she said, her voice soft with memories. "You'd pinch my cheeks, and I'd giggle. I was always your little butterball, Rohan. Soft and squishy, but always yours."
Rohan's heart swelled with affection. He thrust into her again, his cock sliding deep into her ass, his hips meeting the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. "Do you realise what you do ma? What it feels like to have your mother give herself to you like this? To be able to fuck your holes anytime I want?" he said in a soft loving voice,his heart full of emotions.
His cock was still buried deep inside her ass, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm that made her moan softly. Priya's body was a perfect fit for him, her ass clenching around him with every thrust, her tits bouncing gently with each movement. The soft, rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a symphony of flesh and breath.
She replied, "Mmm tell me beta? What does it do?". Rohan voiced his answer " It makes me feel like I'm the luckiest son in the world. To have a mother who loves me so much that she lets me fuck her like this. To know that no matter what happens, I can always come back to you." He said this with a deep, tender voice, his fingers still massaging her tits, his cock buried deep inside her ass.
Priya closed her eyes, feeling the words wash over her. "You're my world, Rohan. You always have been. I love you so much, beta. More than I can ever say. And I love this... this connection we have. This...
intimacy we share. It's like nothing else in the world, Rohan. It's our secret, our sanctuary. And I wouldn't trade it for anything." Her voice was soft, filled with a profound, almost reverent emotion.
Rohan's heart was full. The only thing he could do was continue, so he did. He kept on fucking her ass slowly, his hands kneading her tits as if they were a work of art, fingers plying into the soft flesh,pushing and squeezing. Priya let out moans of pleasure, "Ooohhh beta, that...that feels heavenly. Oh my love, keep doing that...oh...oh...so good beta. Such a wonderful cock. Mmmm...yes use my tits hon,my ass... Oh my love , keep doing that...oh...oh...so good beta. Mmmm...yes use my tits hon, my ass..."
Her words were a melody, each syllable a note of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Rohan’s fingers kneaded her tits with a tenderness that belied the filth of their actions. His hands were gentle yet firm, as if he were shaping clay, molding her flesh into something exquisite. The contrast between the sacred and the profane was intoxicating, and Priya revelled in it.
Priya’s breath came in soft, uneven gasps as Rohan’s hips moved in a rhythm that was both deliberate and instinctive.
The laptop lay forgotten on the floor, its screen dark, the meeting long since ended. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their bodies meeting, the wet, sucking noise of his cock sliding in and out of her ass, and the occasional soft moan that escaped Priya’s lips.
Rohan’s hands left her tits, his fingers trailing down her stomach, her hips, and then gave the same treatment to the plump cheeks of her ass. He squeezed them gently, then gave a firm smack that made her moan.
"Mmm, beta," she moaned, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and pleasure. She continued "You make me want to be such a slut...mmm...I wish I could be this way all the time. Your hands on my and that big fat cock of yours inside me, Rohan. I want to be your slut, your whore, your toy. I want to exist only to please you, to make you happy, to make you come."
Rohan's breath hitched at her words, his grip on her hips tightening. He pulled out of her slowly, his cock glistening with their combined juices, and turned her around to face him. His eyes were filled with a mix of surprise, affection, and something else - something deeper, something that made her heart skip a beat.
"Will you drink my cum please?" he asked, even though she had now done it hundreds of times. She smiled and raised her face to him. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her eyes heavy with lust and love. Rohan could see the way her pupils dilated when she looked at him, the way her breath quickened. He knew exactly what she was thinking, and he was thinking the same thing.
"Mmm, beta," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I love drinking your cum. It's always so good, so sweet. But this time, I want you to make it special for me."
Rohan nodded, his cock already hardening again at the thought of her mouth around him. He knew what she meant. He fed her his cock and she swallowed it inch after agonizing inch until it sat down her throat. Then she felt the load coming. It started as a slow trickle of creamy hot cum. It tasted sweet as honey to her, just as sticky in her throat. She smiled at him, looking into his eyes as she drank his offering. The trickle then became a steady flow, a warm, creamy torrent that filled her mouth. Her throat muscles worked rhythmically, swallowing every drop, her eyes never leaving his. The sound of her throat working around his cock was a wet, rhythmic slurping sound that filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and devotion.
Rohan watched her, his own breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of her mouth stretched around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips glistening with his cum, was godly. He kept coming, the stream steady. The warm white liquid flowed from his cock, thick and rich, filling her mouth. She swallowed down every drop, her throat muscles working in perfect rhythm, her lips sealed around his shaft. The sound of her swallowing was obscenely erotic, the wet, rhythmic slurping filling the room, a symphony of pleasure and devotion.
Priya’s eyes never left his. She watched him as he came, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her lips glistening with his cum. She swallowed down every drop she could, but the rest trickled out of the corner of her lips. The rivulets slid down her chin, and traversed along the curves of the beautiful soft tits, and began to coat them.
Rohan as usual was still cumming, steadily the stream now thicker and sweeter. He was breathing calmly just enjoying the heavenly sight of her drinking his cum, while it made trails on her huge tits. A thick white coat was being painted on her tits, and it was a sight to behold. Rohan's cock was still hard, still pulsing, still cumming. He was in a state of ecstasy, his eyes glazed over, his body trembling with pleasure.
Priya stroked his length as it kept giving her a nice and steady stream of cum to drink while applying a nice coat on her tits too.
She was enjoying the taste of his cum, the sweetness of it, the warmth of it.
"Mmm, beta," she said, her voice soft and sultry, "you're still coming. You're still filling me up. It's so good, Rohan. So good."
Rohan nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She kept gulping his cum, her lips sealed around his cock, her throat muscles working in perfect rhythm.
Priya’s tits were now a canvas of his cum, the thick, creamy white coating them like a decadent painting. Rohan’s cum was dripping down her chest, pooling in the valley between her breasts, and slowly making its way down her stomach. The sight was intoxicating, the scent of his release filling the air, mingling with the musky scent of their bodies.
Rohan’s cock pulsed weakly in her mouth, the last of his cum trickling down her throat, but the sight of her tits coated in his seed was driving him wild.
He couldn’t stop staring. The thick, glistening white lines snaking down her cleavage, pooling in her cleavage valley, the way it clung to her soft, full breasts—it was obscene, it was divine. His cock twitched again, already hardening for more.
Priya pulled back slowly, her lips wet and swollen, her tongue flicking out to catch the last drop of cum from her lower lip. She smiled at him, her eyes dark with lust and affection.
*"Mmm, beta,"* she purred, *"you’re still so greedy. You want more?"*
Rohan didn’t answer. He just reached down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her up to her feet. "The answer to that is Always. Always ma".
Priya smiled ,hearing exactly what she was hoping to hear. She pushed him back on the couch. "Let me ride you beta, that thick cock deserves some worship and my ass is going to do just that. Meanwhile you can watch your cum slide on my face and tits. Sound good?".
Rohan nodded as he settled on the soft leather of the couch.
His eyes never left Priya, watching as she straddled him, her tits still glistening with his cum. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his still-hard cock, guiding it to her asshole. She was already lubed up from their earlier session, and she slid down onto him with ease, a soft moan escaping her lips as he filled her up again.
"Watch this" she said and began the sluttiest show she had given her son.
She started to move her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, her ass sliding up and down Rohan's thick cock. She leaned back, her hands on his thighs for support, her tits bouncing gently with each movement. She closed her eyes, a look of pure ecstasy on her face, her lips parted in a soft moan.
Rohan watched, his eyes glued to the sight of his mother's body, the way her tits bounced, the way her ass swallowed his cock. He could see the trails of his cum on her tits, the way it glistened in the light, the way it coated her nipples. The load of cum jiggled with her tits, sliding on them.
Rohan's eyes were glued to the sight, his cock twitching inside her ass. Priya opened her eyes, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she loved it.
"Mmm, beta," she said, her voice low and sultry, "you like watching your cum on my tits? You like seeing it slide down my body?"
Rohan nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Ma. It's so fucking hot. You're so fucking hot."
Priya chuckled, a sound that was both playful and seductive. "I'm glad you think so, beta. This show is just for you. Just watch, enjoy your slut beta" and she continued her show. Her ass glided down his cock, taking it all in. Her face was a picture of pure ecstasy, her eyes closed, her lips parted, a soft moan escaping them. Rohan watched, entranced, as her body moved, her tits bouncing, the trails of his cum sliding down her chest, her stomach, disappearing into the thatch of hair between her legs.
She leaned back further, her hands moving from his thighs to his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. "You feel so good inside me, Rohan," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and affection. "Your cock is perfect. It fills me up so nicely."
Rohan's hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
He wanted to control her, to guide her movements, but he knew better than to interfere with this moment. Priya was in charge, and he was here to worship her. His cock pulsed inside her ass, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room. The scent of their arousal was thick in the air, a musky, intoxicating perfume that made his head spin.
Priya's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. There was a challenge there, a dare. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she loved the effect she had on him. She began to move faster, her ass sliding up and down his cock with a wet, sucking sound. Then she slowed down so she could exaggerate the movement of her hips, her ass cheeks clenching around his cock as she did so. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slid in and out of her ass, and it felt incredible. She moaned louder, her voice filling the room, a symphony of pleasure and devotion.
Rohan's hands moved from her hips to her tits, his fingers finding her nipples, pinching them gently. He took advantage, pushing deeper into her, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that made her moan softly.
"Mmm, beta," she whispered, "you feel so good inside me. I love it when you fuck me like this. I swear God sent me here so I could be your little slutty mother. You’re so fucking good at it, beta. You know exactly what I need, what I want. You make me feel like the luckiest woman alive. And this… this cum on my tits, it’s so fucking hot. I can feel it dripping down my chest, sliding between my breasts. It’s like you’re painting me with your seed, marking me as yours. And I love it."
Rohan’s fingers tightened around her hips, his grip bruising as he pulled her down harder onto his cock. His breath came in sharp gasps, his eyes locked onto the sight of his cum glistening on her skin.
"My sweet mum", he said , "my beautiful slut" and he watched as she continued her show. Her tits were coated with his cum, the thick white substance dripping down her chest, pooling in the valley between her breasts. The sight was obscene, divine, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Priya felt his eyes on her, and she smiled wickedly. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she loved the effect it had on him. She began to move faster, her ass rising and falling on his cock with a wet, slapping sound. The cum on her tits jiggled with each movement, sliding down her skin, making trails of white down her chest and stomach.
"Watch me baby, it's all for you" she said, her voice thick with lust and pride. Her ass tightened around his cock, milking him as she rode him, her hips rolling in a way that made him groan.
Rohan's hands were on her waist now, guiding her movements, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could feel the heat of her body, the way her skin was slick with sweat and cum, the way her tits bounced with every thrust. His cock was buried deep inside her ass, and he could feel every inch of her, every tight clench of her muscles.
Priya's eyes were half-lidded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She kept cumming on his cock over and over. But she didn't stop riding, she let him enjoy her asshole and warmth inside it. It was a beautiful erotic show she put on , more romantic than possibly anything anyone could have ever seen. She was riding his cock like a queen on her throne, her tits bouncing and jiggling with every movement. The cum on her tits was dripping down her chest and stomach, making beautiful white trails that glistened under the golden sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. The scent of her arousal and his cum filled the room, a heady mix that made Rohan’s head spin with desire.
The laptop screen was still dark, the meeting long forgotten. Rohan’s fingers traced the cum on her skin, his touch gentle yet possessive. "You're so beautiful, Ma," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
"The way you move, the way you take my cock...it's like you were made for me."
Priya smiled, her eyes softening. "I was, beta. I was made for you. I exist for you. Everything I do, every decision I make, it's all for you."
Rohan's heart swelled with love and affection. He pulled her down, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, their breaths mingled, and for a moment, they were lost in each other. Then, Priya pulled back, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Now, beta," she said, her voice sultry, "lemme get off just for a sec. Your call is about to start. Let me serve you with my mouth okay?".
Rohan nodded, his cock already twitching in anticipation.
Priya slid off his lap, her ass still glistening with his cum, her tits coated in a thick layer of his seed. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands grabbing his laptop from the floor and handing it to him.
"Here, beta. Get your call started. I want you to watch me while you talk."
Rohan took the laptop, his eyes already locked on his mother's face. She was on her knees, her tits swaying slightly as she leaned forward, her lips parted, her tongue flickering out to catch the last drops of cum from her lips. Her eyes were dark with lust, her pupils dilated, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. "You're so good at this.
Watching you like this, it's...it's intoxicating," Rohan said, his voice barely above a whisper. He opened the laptop, the screen flickering to life, revealing the face of his boss, Mr. Gupta. Rohan quickly muted the video, not wanting the man to hear the wet, slurping sounds that filled the room.
Priya smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'm glad you like it, beta. Now, let me make you feel even better." She leaned forward, her tongue flickering out to lick the head of his cock. Rohan gasped, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Rohan turned his video off, joining the call only with audio. He didn't want Mr. Gupta to see the show Priya was about to put on. He knew he wouldn't be able to focus on the call if he did. "Mmm, beta, you're so responsive. I love it." She took his cock into her mouth, her lips stretching around his thickness, her tongue swirling around the head. She took him deep, her throat muscles working as she swallowed him whole.
Rohan's fingers tangled in her hair, his grip tight as he guided her movements.
The sound of her throat working around his cock filled the room, a wet, rhythmic slurping that was both erotic and intimate. His eyes were fixed on the laptop screen, but his mind was elsewhere, fully absorbed in the sensation of her warm mouth enveloping him. The muted call with Mr. Gupta continued, his voice a distant murmur in the background, barely audible over the symphony of Priya’s mouth.
"Mmm, beta," she moaned around his cock, her voice vibrating against his length. "I can't get enough of you. Your cock is so thick, so perfect. You feel so good in my mouth."
Rohan gently found his calm, guiding his mother's head up and down his cock. His fingers were tangled in her hair, his grip firm but not painful, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Priya's eyes were closed, her lips stretched around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head. The sound of her throat working around him was a symphony of pleasure, a wet, rhythmic slurping that filled the room.
"Mmm, beta," she moaned softly, her voice vibrating against his cock. "I love this. I love feeling you inside me, filling me up, making me feel so good." Her hands moved to his thighs, her fingers digging into the muscles as she took him deeper, her throat muscles working to accommodate his thickness.
Then Rohan began explaining his work on the call, his tone so calm as if a feet away his mother was not sucking his cock like a prostitute. He was being so professional,so goddamn confident as he spoke while she sucked his cock,Priya found herself getting turned on more than ever.
Priya’s lips were stretched around him, her cheeks hollowed as she took him deep, her tongue swirling around the underside of his cock.
His voice on the call was steady, his words measured, when Priya felt his hand guide her head lower. When she looked up at his face he was looking at her, smiling. She knew he was scheming something.
She didn't have to wait long to find what. Her son while explaining DNS and servers let a warm thick stream of piss down her throat. She couldn't help but smile with her lips wrapped around his cock.
The warm, thick stream of piss was a new sensation, and she swallowed it down, her throat muscles working to accommodate the sudden influx of liquid. She could feel the heat of it, the way it trickled down her throat, mixing with the taste of his cum that still lingered. The sound of his voice on the call remained calm and professional, but the sight of his cock pulsing with each word was anything but.
He was grinning. 'That little shit' she thought smiling back at him, but continued to bob her head on his cock, swallowing the thick and steady stream of his golden nectar while her hand continued to stroke the base of his cock.
She slowly let his still pumping cock out at aimed the fresh thick stream on her tits. The warm fluid splashed across her big round and heavy tits. Her son deserved this show, this slutty display of his mother ’s devotion. The golden liquid spread across her nipples, the glistening trails sliding down her chest like melted honey. She could feel the heat of it, the way it made her skin tingle, the way it made her nipples harden even more.
Rohan watched the scene unfold on his screen with a mix of fascination and amusement. His voice remained steady, his tone professional, but his eyes were locked on his mother’s face. He watched as she aimed his cock upward and then the stream arched through the air landing square on her face.
The golden liquid splashed across her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, and her lips. She licked her lips, tasting the saltiness of his piss. Her eyes were wide with surprise, but she quickly recovered, her tongue darting out to catch more of the stream.
Priya’s face was a canvas of his cum and piss, the thick white and yellowish fluid dripping down her cheeks, pooling in the creases of her skin. She looked like a goddess, her features accentuated by the glistening fluids. Her lips were swollen from sucking his cock, and her eyes were dark with lust and curiosity.
Rohan’s cock was still hard, still pulsing with every word he spoke on the call.trails of his piss and the thick white coating of his cum.His mother’s face was a masterpiece of filth, her skin glistening with his cum and piss, her lips parted as she caught the warm stream with her tongue. Then she dove forward and let his cock down her throat again, and happily began drinking his piss while he nonchalantly kept talking on his call.
The warm golden stream poured into her mouth, and she swallowed it down with a satisfied moan.With her eyes on her son's calm and confident face she drank . She drank with purpose , with devotion, with a love that was almost palpable. Rohan watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and lust.
It took a few minutes he wa eventually done with his call. He ended it with a polite "Thank you, Mr. Gupta. I'll have the report ready by EOD." He closed the laptop, his eyes never leaving Priya's face. She was still on her knees, her tits glistening with his cum and piss, her face a mess of the same. She looked up at him, her eyes soft, her lips curved in a smile.
"Mmm, beta," she said, her voice soft and sultry, "you're done with your call?"
Rohan nodded, his eyes still locked on her face. I'm all yours now."
Priya's smile widened, "so is your slut my love" she said with glee, "you wanna fuck me some more beta? Or you'd I suck you off again?"
Rohan's cock twitched at her words, already hardening again. "What do you think of getting fucked in the balcony with my piss and cum all over your face and tits ma?". Priya's response was immediate. Her eyes lit up as she said "Yesss!!! C'mon the weather will be perfect tonight. The balcony is just perfect for this kind of show. And you know how much I love the sun setting on my face and tits. I'll make sure you can see every drop of your cum and piss, baby. You'll be able to watch me take it all in, drink it down, and then ride your cock like a slutty queen."
Rohan's eyes were alight with excitement. He knew exactly what she meant. He had seen her do this before, how she would take his cum and piss, and then ride him like she was on fire. He had seen how she would take it all in, how she would drink it down, and how she would ride him like she was possessed.
He didn't expect to be dragged out by his naked mother, but he was. She was already leading him towards the balcony, her hand firmly gripping his cock, her tits bouncing with each step. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the city, and Priya was already positioning herself on the balcony railing, her ass facing Rohan.
"Here, beta," she said, her voice sultry, "I want you to fuck me from behind. I want to watch the sunset while you fill me up."
Rohan didn't need to be told twice. He stepped up behind her, his hands grabbing her hips, his cock already hard and ready. "Oh and" she perked up, "I want you stuffing my ass like a turkey. Dump your piss or cum but you're not pulling out okay?". The smile on her face when she said this was mischievous, almost playful, but there was a seriousness in her eyes that told Rohan she meant every word. He nodded, his grip on her hips tightening as he positioned himself at her entrance. He could feel the heat of her body, the way her asshole was already loosened and ready for him. He pushed in slowly, his thick cock stretching her, filling her up inch by inch.
Priya moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back. "Mmm, beta," she whispered, "you're so big. You always fill me up so perfectly."
Rohan began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm.
A nice and gentle steady pace which let the fat plump gloves jiggle on his mother's ass. The serene view of the setting sun while his cum slid on her face, she was a picture of pure bliss. "So mum? How's it like getting fucked in the ass while watching the sunset?" Rohan asked, his voice a low rumble, his hips still moving in that steady, delicious rhythm.
Priya let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the feeling of her son's thick cock filling her up. "It's...it's incredible, beta," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The way the sun is setting, the way the colors are changing, it's like...it's like a symphony of beauty, and you're the melody, filling me up, making me feel so alive."
"Such a great way to spend the eve beta, if only now we had an audience to watch us." she added ,"I mean , you know how much I love putting on a show for you, but imagine if there were more eyes on us, more people watching you fuck your mother like a dirty little slut."
Rohan grinned "Really? You'd like that ma?". Priya replied, " I would, beta. I would love to be on an open stage, my body exposed to the world, my ass stretched wide open by your cock, my tits bouncing as you fuck me. Imagine the looks on their faces as I take your cum and piss, as I drink it down, as I ride you like a slutty queen. It would be the most erotic show ever, wouldn't it? The kind of show that would make people talk about it for years."
Rohan was stupefied for a second , his cock swelling even more inside her ass. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, her body responding to the idea of an audience. The thought of her being displayed, her body on full display, made his blood boil with lust.
Priya felt the change in him, the way his cock pulsed inside her, the way his thrusts became more forceful. She smiled to herself, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.
"Where baby? What do you think would be the deserving audience for us? I mean, we can't just have anyone watching us." Priya asked as his cock bottomed out again. "Umm...", Rohan paused for a moment, although his cock didn't, "Ma, how about aunt, isn't she coming tomorrow morning ?". Priya's eyes widened in surprise, then a wicked smile spread across her face. "Oh, beta, that's a wonderful idea. Auntie has always been so curious about us, about our relationship. I think she would love to watch, to see how we... express ourselves." Rohan's cock twitched at the thought, his hips moving faster, his grip on her hips tightening. "You think she'd like it, Ma? You think she'd like watching me fuck you like this?". Priya moaned, her body arching back against him, her ass clenching around his cock. "Well...she isn't really that wild but I guess she has her fantasies too. What if when she comes here, I am on my knees blowing you while a prior load in on my face ? What do you think, you wanna try that tomorrow?".
Rohan held himself still for a second in her ass, his cock throbbing at the thought of his aunt watching them. "Fuck, Ma," he whispered, "that's...that's so fucking hot. I can't wait to see the look on her face when she sees you like this."
Priya grinned back at him, "Mhm , and you know what else? She'll love it when she sees your big, fat cock dripping with your load, when she sees me licking it all up like a good little slut. Then maybe if she's into it maybe you can slide that in her ass too and see if your mom's sis can take it like I do."
Rohan's breath hitched, his grip on her hips tightening as he imagined the scene. His aunt, a woman he had always seen as prim and proper, watching him fuck his mother, watching her lick his cum off his cock, and then...then him sliding into her ass. The thought was almost too much to bear, and he felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening.
"Fuck, Ma," he groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her ass with a wet, slapping sound. "You're making me cum, you dirty little slut. I mean you really think she'd be into this?" Rohan's voice was strained, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he pounded into Priya's ass. The setting sun painted the city in hues of gold and crimson, casting long shadows across the balcony railing as his mother's body arched beneath him, her tits swaying with each thrust.
Priya let out a soft, breathy laugh, her voice dripping with seduction. "Oh beta, once she watches your big cock cover my face with a load, I think she'd want a try definitely". By this time Rohan had begun unloading inside her ass with a steady, rhythmic gush of cum. His cock pulsed inside her, the thick white fluid shooting out in hot spurts, filling her up. The sound of his cum hitting her asshole echoed in the night air, a wet, slurping sound that was both intimate and erotic.
Priya moaned loudly, her body shuddering with pleasure as she felt the warm cum filling her. "Mmm, beta, you're filling me up so good. I can feel it all over me. It's like you're making me your own." She turned her head slightly, her lips parting as she caught some of the cum on her cheek, tasting it with her tongue. "Btw you really wanna fuck your auntie? Isn't my ass enough for you?" , she asked with a wicked look on her face yet with no seriousness in her voice. Rohan, still buried deep inside her, let out a chuckle. "Oh, Ma, you know it's not about that. It's about the thrill, the taboo, the...the forbidden fruit, you know?" He pulled out slowly, his cock still hard, his cum dripping from her asshole. Priya turned around, her eyes locked on his cock. "Mmm, beta, I know. And I love it. I love giving you what you want, what you need." She leaned forward, her tongue flickering out to lick the head of his cock clean. Rohan groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair.
As Rohan guided her head down his still hard cock, Priya slurped the cum still on it as it slid down her throat. "Mmm, so you wanna fuck your aunty's ass" she said popping his cock out while her hand still stroked him "what else you wanna be doing tomorrow , beta?". Rohan's mind was racing with ideas, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "I dunno may this itself is enough for now. But I do want to see her face when she sees you like this, all covered in my cum, your ass red and raw from me fucking you." He pushed Priya's head back down, his cock sliding into her mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "I think rest of the day can go on from there. For now just be" and he lifted his hand from her head and placed it on the balcony railing and let her just bob her head up and down on his cock with a casual pace, unhurried.
The sun was almost completely set, the sky a canvas of deep blues and purples, the city lights twinkling below. Rohan looked down at his mother, her face a mess of cum and piss, her tits glistening with the same, her lips stretched around his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she took him deep. It was such a relaxing sight, the way her lips stretched around his thick cock. She looked so happy and peaceful there just to be sucking him off. Rohan watched her bob her head up and down, her cheeks hollowed, her tongue swirling around his cock. His hand rested on the balcony railing, the cool metal contrasting with the warmth of her mouth.
"Mum, can we move to the chair? I wanna shut my eyes for a while. You can keep sucking if you want, but I need to just enjoy the moment." Rohan asked her letting go of the balcony. Priya opened her eyes, her mouth still wrapped around his cock, and nodded. She slowly let his cock out of her mouth, her tongue flickering out to lick the head one last time. She stood up, her body swaying slightly, her tits bouncing with the movement. Rohan led her to the plush armchair in the corner of the balcony, his hand on the small of her back. He sat down, his body sinking into the soft cushions, his eyes never leaving her face.
Priya knelt down in front of him, her hands on his thighs, her eyes locked on his cock. She looked up at him, her lips curved in a smile. "Go on son, close your eyes . You can just relax and let me take care of you." Priya's voice was soft, almost a whisper, her fingers already beginning to stroke his cock. Rohan closed his eyes, letting the cool night air and the warm glow of the city lights wash over him. The rhythmic bobbing of Priya’s lips around his cock was a soothing symphony, each suck and lick sending waves of pleasure through his body. The armchair cushioned his back, its plushness contrasting with the rough texture of Priya’s tongue against his sensitive skin.
The chair was positioned perfectly, allowing Rohan to look out at the cityscape while still feeling the warmth of his mother’s mouth on his cock. She found his hand and guided it on her hand, a gentle acknowledgement of who was serving whom, and then she went back to work. Her tongue was a masterpiece, swirling around the head of his cock, flickering against the sensitive underside, her lips tight around his shaft as she took him deep. The sounds of her mouth working around him were wet and rhythmic, a symphony of pleasure that filled the night air.
Rohan let out a soft moan, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Mmm, that's good, Ma," he whispered, his eyes still closed "you really are a great cocksucker. Oh yeah...just like that,take it deep ma" and he pushed her head gently. A desperate moan escaped her lips as she took him deep, her throat muscles working around his girth.
Priya's fingers were busy too. She had one hand wrapped around his balls, gently kneading them, while the other hand was exploring his inner thigh. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each thrust of her mouth. Her own body was a whirlwind of sensations. The sensation of being made to kneel out there and having her face guided down her son's cock was so primal , so degrading, and yet, it was also so incredibly arousing. She smiled to herself, what had she become? She was a teacher, a respected woman and here kneeling for her to take his cock in her mouth is where she found her true calling.
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