Chapter 41: Daytime needs
"Aaahh, thoda Aram se beta. Brush to karne de", Priya moaned as she spat some toothpaste into the sink. Her tits were swaying with thrusts from behind. One hand holding her toothbrush and other bracing the sink. She was enjoying getting her ass fucked straight out the bed, but she still wanted to brush her teeth. Rohan laughed, slowing down his thrusts, his hands gripping her hips. "Ma, you're insatiable," he chuckled, his voice a low rumble. "Even with a cock in your ass, you're still thinking about oral hygiene." He began to move in slow, deliberate thrusts.
"Well, our day has just begun beta. Not that I mind being fucked but you know just be...gentle", she moaned between smiles.
"I'm not going anywhere, beta. Just... keep doing what you're doing."
Rohan's hands found her tits immediately, his thumbs brushing over her nipples with slow, deliberate circles. The soft velvet of his touch matched the rhythm of his cock, each thrust in her ass synchronized with the way his fingers teased her. "Better?" he murmured against her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "I'll go slow. I promise."
Priya let out a contented sigh, her body relaxing further into his. "Mmm... that's better," she whispered, her voice thick with sleep and pleasure. "Just like that. Slow and easy. Just like you always are with me."
"Awwh mum" he replied, his voice teasing but soft, "I'm not *always* gentle, you know. I just reserve my slow, careful strokes for when you're being extra stubborn about brushing your teeth." His hands slid from her tits to her waist, fingers splaying gently on her hips as he pulled back just enough to see her face. "But you're right—this is our day. And I *do* love a morning fuck that starts with you half-asleep and ends with you smiling like you just won the lottery."
He didn't give her time to respond before he was sliding back in, his cock stretching her slowly, deliberately. His movements were measured, each thrust a deliberate counterpoint to her breathy moans. "See? Gentle," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "No need to get excited yet." His fingers traced lazy circles on her stomach, just above where their bodies connected.
"Mm yes beta. That's nice. I like this pace" she said, her voice soft and content. "Now it's like you're fucking your mum, not a cheap whore. Nice" Priya chuckled, her voice a low purr, her ass pressing back against him. Rohan laughed, his hips moving in slow, steady thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with ease. "Awwhh. Ma, you know I love fucking you. Especially since you're my mum".
Rohan's hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp softly as he pulled back, the head of his cock dragging along the sensitive inner walls of her ass. "Mmm. That I agree with, fact that I have a son who can fuck me like this is just amazing. It's so nice to just randomly get asked to bend over and spread my ass for you. The way you love my tits,spend hours kneading them, massaging them. Then on days when you slap and smack them, it's like you're punishing me for being so fucking sexy. I love it, beta. It's nice you know, getting treated like a slut, a creature you just fuck and use to hear my moans". It was basically her saying that she loved being used by her son.
Not that he needed it often, but this kind of blatant admission did reassure Rohan that when he did eventually fuck her deep, or slap her tits, or even just stare at her with a hungry look, she was completely comfortable with it.
Priya’s words hung in the air between them, a declaration of trust and desire. She was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to say it. Rohan hadn't slowed down too much, just rocking inside her ass slowly in and out, in and out. Priya had just about finished brushing her teeth , her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of her son's cock inside her. She spat out the toothpaste and said "Okay I'm done in here.Do you need anything in the bathroom or can we please move this fucking to somewhere else? I don't want to get cum on the sink and then have to scrub it off later." She felt him pause in her ass for a moment, his breath warm against her ear. "Alright, let's go somewhere else. But first, let me finish this." And then Priya felt something . A warm trickle began to flow up her ass.
"You are seriously naughty son. I'm gonna have to walk outside with piss sloshing in my belly you rascal" she half moaned and half laughed . Then the stream got thicker and more forceful, making sure it didn't seep down and rather up towards her belly . With his cock still going on, the stream of piss settled in her belly, it started sloshing in her belly as she had said. "Damn, you really had to go didn't you. I can feel my belly being filled like a bucket." Rohan gave a slow thrust in her piss filled ass.
"oooof you naughty little fucker...you think you're gonna stop pissing anytime soon?" she asked, her voice dripping fake irritation, her fingers still gripping the sink edge as she braced herself against the warm, wet pressure inside her.
Rohan chuckled, a low, knowing sound that sent another pulse of piss up her ass, filling her belly with the warm, metallic scent of his urine. "Yeah almost done ma. Just a little more," he said. The stream slowed down but still went on, piss sloshing louder in her belly now. He was still fucking her ass, steadily as he filled piss in her belly.
The reflection showed Priya, her eyes shut and lips tight .
Her ass was still bent over the sink, her tits swaying with each thrust, the wet sounds of her asshole being fucked and piss filling her belly mixing with the rhythmic slap of her tits against the porcelain. The stream of piss had filled her belly like a balloon, the sensation both strange and pleasurable. Eventually with a loud pop he pulled his hard cock out.
As her hole closed up, his deposit sat steady in her belly . Rohan stepped back, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in the sight of her tits swaying, her ass still sticking out, her belly full of his piss. He took a deep breath, his chest swelling with pride and satisfaction. "You look... fucking amazing, Ma," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I love seeing you like this."
Priya opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his in the mirror. She gave him a small smile, her cheeks flushed. "Thank you, beta," she said softly. "I love it when you look at me like that." She pushed herself up, her body moving slowly, her belly still full and heavy.
"So where am I getting fucked next? Living room you said right?" She said sounding surprisingly sated.
Her voice was husky with lingering pleasure, her words a soft whisper that curled around his ears. The bathroom mirror reflected her body, the way her hourglass figure was accentuated by the swollen belly, her tits still jiggling slightly from the force of her son’s thrusts. The sight of her, bent over the sink with his piss sloshing in her belly, was almost too much for Rohan to bear. His cock twitched again, half-hard but eager to be back inside her.
"Living room," he confirmed, his voice low and rough. "But first, let's get you cleaned up."
"Oh no no. I am gonna be fucked just like this. I want to walk around with your piss in my belly. It's so hot, beta. It's so fucking hot that you can just fill me up like this. If you wanna fuck mommy in the living room, then I'm gonna be your slutty, piss-filled whore. You got me in this mood now deal with it." Her voice was a low, purring challenge, her hips swaying slightly as she walked forward, her belly full of his piss sloshing with every step. Rohan watched her, his cock twitching in anticipation. He wanted to see her like this, her body full of his cum and piss, her tits swaying, her ass still slightly red from his earlier spankings.
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The living room was a symphony of soft lighting and muted colors. The sun had just begun to rise, casting long shadows and painting the room in warm hues. The curtains were drawn back just enough to let in the morning light, but not so much that it disrupted the intimate atmosphere. Priya walked over to the plush rug in the center of the room.
She settled down on it, head propped up on her elbow.
Her tits were still heaving from the exertion of the bathroom fuck, and the way her belly was filled with his piss made her feel deliciously full. The slosh of it inside her was a constant reminder of his possession, and she couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh as she looked at Rohan.
"Beta, why don't you put something on the Tv huh, something to watch while we fuck?" she said, rubbing her belly gently. Nodding her son walked over to the television, his strong arms flexing as he moved. The television flickered to life, displaying a large screen. Rohan paused for a moment, his fingers hovering over the remote. He knew exactly what she wanted.
"Ma, you want something romantic?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
Priya shook her head, her eyes darkening with desire. "No beta, I want something dirty. Something that makes me wet just watching it."
Rohan smirked, his fingers moving quickly over the remote. Vidya Balan's face showed up as "The Dirty Picture" started playing.
Priya's lips curled into a grin that spread across her face as she heard the first few seconds of the iconic song. "Oh, beta, this is perfect. I love how this song makes me feel like a slutty, dirty girl. Come here. Join me. That cock needs to be buried deep inside me while I watch this." She patted the rug beside her, her eyes never leaving the screen. Rohan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, it does, does it?" he asked, but then did get up and walked over to her, his cock already half-hard again. He settled down beside her, his body warm against hers. His hand immediately found her belly, rubbing it gently. "You're full, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice low and intimate.
Priya nodded, her eyes still on the screen. "Mmm-hmm," she hummed, her voice a soft purr. "Your piss is sloshing around in here, making me feel all sorts of things." She turned her head to look at him, her eyes dark with desire. "I like it, beta. I like feeling used by you."
Rohan's cock twitched at her words, hardening further. "Okay ma, guide it in" he said putting his cock in her hand.
Her fingers wrapped around his cock, guiding it to her asshole. The head of his cock was already wet from her juices. She felt the head of his cock press against her asshole, slowly pushing it in. "Ohhh, that right there. My son's cock mmmm beta.
Priya's moan dissolved into a long, ragged sigh as Rohan pressed forward, the thick head of his cock breaching her. She could feel her body stretch, a familiar yet endlessly arresting tightness that made her breath catch. The warm, full slosh of his piss in her belly was a counterpoint to this new invasion, a layered sensation of complete, intimate occupation.
"Liaa, yeah… like that, beta."
Her words were whispered, punctuated by the faint suction sound as another inch disappeared inside her. On the screen, Vidya Balan strutted on stage, her confidence a loud, brash fiction. Priya’s reality was this plush rug, the steady thrum of the television, and the slow, deliberate burn of her son filling her ass. Rohan’s hand remained on her swollen stomach, fingers splayed wide as if measuring his territory. He watched her face, her lips parted, her eyes losing focus on the film and fixing instead on a point somewhere inside herself."Comfortable?" he murmured, his voice a soft vibration against her hair. He wasn't just asking about the rug.
"Always." She shifted her hips, a minute adjustment that drew him deeper. "Especially when you're in me. It’s like… my whole world settles."
He began to move. The thrust was not the urgent piston of their earlier, more frantic couplings. This was something languid, geological. He withdrew until only the flared ridge of his cock-head remained wedged inside, then pushed back in with a patient, grinding pressure that made her toes curl against the rug’s pile. Each stroke displaced the liquid warmth within her, sending a soft internal wave that lapped against her deepest parts.
The steady, circular motion of his strokes felt intentionally researched, lovingly known. She could feel each muscle twitch within him transfer to where he was sheathed within her. Each drag felt economical.
"That song," Priya breathed as a particular, raunchy lyric played. "It makes me think of the balcony. Last night."
Rohan chuckled, a low, private sound. "Which part? The sunset, or the part where you were covered in me?" His thumb brushed a stray hair from her temple, a gesture impossibly tender against the backdrop of their union.
"Both," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. "The way you watched me… like I was the only thing in the whole city."