Chapter 2: Call to Adventure
After Vidya had woken up to a hard cock in her pussy, overflowed cum drying on the bed she shared with her son, she slipped out after a while. After a quick hot shower, she enjoyed the morning breeze coming from the sea with a cup of coffee. She had wrapped herself in a short robe, Aryan had gifted her on her birthday. A robe that fell short of her ass, coming down only till her back, and barely even covered her bountiful tits , making them seem like they were about to spill out any moment. She loved the way it made her feel, the way it made her feel sexy, desirable. She loved the way Aryan's eyes would light up when he saw her in it, the way his cock would harden, tenting the sheets.
The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm, golden glow over the beach. The waves crashed against the shore, the sound a soothing melody that played in the background. Vidya took a sip of her coffee, her eyes scanning the horizon. She loved these quiet moments, the way the world was still and peaceful.
She heard footsteps behind her, soft and steady. She didn't need to turn around to know it was Aryan, and what he would do next. Her morning coffee was always joined by her son behind her, his hands on her waist, his morning wood in her ass.
She loved this ritual, the way he would wake up, ready and eager to fuck her. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her back against him. She could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against her ass cheeks.
"Good morning, Ma," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, his breath hot on her neck. Vidya shivered, her body responding to his touch, to his voice. She turned her head, her eyes meeting his, a soft smile playing on her lips.
"Good morning, beta," she replied, her voice a breathy whisper. Already on her tiptoes so she could lower her ass on his cock once he settled nicely , hugging her from behind. The tiny robe as usual gave more than ample access, and Vidya could feel him lined up, cock lodged between her ass cheeks.
She wiggled her hips, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt him slide up and down her crack. “Here”, she said cooing and then lowered herself from her tiptoes.
She felt his cockhead press against her asshole, and she pushed back, taking him in. Vidya tensed for a moment as she adjusted to his size. He was thick, and even after all the times they had fucked, she still had to take a moment to accommodate him. “Welcome home son”, she said once he had slid in, sipping her fresh black coffee again. Aryan, used to their morning routine let her slowly lower herself down till she was taking his cock all the way in, he knew she liked to have his whole length in him. The mother son enjoyed the sight of waves crashing just a hundred meters away from them, the greenery they had worked to create around their home, while he gently, very slowly fucked her ass. Vidya sighing, cooing, taking sips of her coffee, body swaying with his slow thrusts spoke “Mmmm, how’s my ass baby? This morning fuck good for my son?”. Hearing those words with so much love from his mother Aryan replied, “ Oh Ma, you know it’s always good. I love your ass, your pussy, your mouth, your tits. I love every part of you. But your ass…” he trailed off, his voice thick with desire as he thrust deeper, his cock stretching her tight hole. “Your ass is something else. It’s so tight, so warm, so perfect. I could fuck you all day and never get tired of it.”
Vidya moaned, her body swaying with his slow, deliberate thrusts. She loved the way he talked to her, the way he made her feel desired, cherished. Her son never failed to make sure she knew how much he loved and wanted her. She took another sip of her coffee, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste, the warmth. "Mmm, I love it when you talk to me like that, beta," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "It makes me feel so...wanted."
Aryan's hands slid up from her hips, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her tits. He knew her body like the back of his hand, knew what she liked, what made her squirm, what made her moan. He found the tie of her robe, pulling it loose with a quick tug.
The silk slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her bare to the morning sun. The breeze teased her skin, making her nipples tighten into hard peaks. Aryan’s hands slid up to cup them, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive flesh.
Vidya arched into his touch, “Mmmm are we in the mood for exhibitionism huh beta? Or do you just wanna show your naked mother to any random person who might pass by?” she teased, her voice a low, sultry purr. Aryan chuckled, his hands moving to her tits, pulling her back against him, his cock still buried deep in her ass. “Oh come on, Ma. You know I’d never do that. I just want to see you, all of you, in the morning light. You’re so beautiful, and I love seeing you like this.” His voice was a low rumble, his breath hot on her neck as he nuzzled into her.
Vidya adored the way he saw her. There was a unique way to him, how he respected, loved her as his mother and found a way to see her a the beautiful, stunning woman she was. His hard cock sliding in her ass was the proof to that.
Vidya moaned, her body swaying with his slow, deliberate thrusts. “Okay my love, here I am buck naked , getting my ass fucked. But God do I love it.” She said and gave a chaste kiss to his cheek, leaving a faint remainder of her lips wet with coffee. Aryan's cock twitched in her ass as he held on to her soft tits, “Really? I mean I love it too, no complaints from me. But you really like that me, your son just comes up and fucks you?”, he said , asking a question he had often asked her before, just to make sure she was always consenting.
Vidya, who loved this part of their relationship, where he always made sure she was comfortable and wanted it, smiled and nodded. “Yes, beta. I love it when you fuck me. I love it when you take me like this, in the morning, with the sun on our skin. It’s perfect.” Her voice was a soft purr, her body swaying with his slow thrusts, her ass taking every inch of his cock.
Aryan pulled her back against him, his cock sliding deeper into her ass and said, “You’re so tight, Ma. So warm. So fucking warm. Can you please delay your workout today, I’d love to have you all to myself for a while longer”. Vidya, who loved the idea of spending more time with her son, especially when she was getting her tightest holes filled with his massive cock, nodded. “Of course, beta. I can always workout later. Right now, I’m all yours.” She purred, her voice a low, sultry promise.
“Alright”, he said, “just stay where you are”, he said and quickly turned around to fully open the lounger that stayed in their open balcony. Taking a seat on it, and spreading his legs he called out, “ready mom, hop on”. His mother turned around and saw what he had ready. A delicious sight of her son's hard cock, standing tall and proud, ready for her to ride. She felt a surge of desire, her pussy throbbing at the sight. She loved this, the way he always made sure she was comfortable, always ready to please her. She walked towards him, her hips swaying, her tits bouncing gently with each step. She could feel his eyes on her, could see the desire in them, the hunger.
She straddled him, her hands on his shoulders for support. She could feel his cock, hot and hard, pressing against her pussy. She lowered herself slowly, making sure he was going into his favourite hole, her tiny ass. Since she was just getting fucked in there, her asshole was gaping and welcomed his thick cock. She felt him slide in, inch by inch, stretching her tight hole. She moaned, her head falling back as she took him all the way in. Aryan's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her down, impaling her on his cock.
"Fuck, Ma," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so good. So tight. So perfect."
Vidya moaned, her body swaying as she started to move. She lifted herself up, then slowly lowered herself back down, taking his cock deep inside her. The sensation was intense, her body stretching to accommodate his size. Her coffee cup, still mostly full was in her hand and she sipped it slowly, savoring the rich, dark flavor as she rode her son. The taste of the coffee mixed with the taste of his skin, a heady combination that made her feel alive, desired. She could feel his cock, thick and hard, filling her completely, hitting all the right spots. She loved the way he felt inside her, the way he made her feel.
"Fuck, beta," she groaned, “you know just how to make mornings better my love.” She leaned forward, her tits pressing against his chest, giving him the full view of her bouncing tits as she rode him. She could feel his eyes on her, could see the hunger in them, the desire. She took another sip of her coffee, her eyes locked with his, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Aryan's hands moved from her hips, up her sides, to cup her tits. He loved the way they felt in his hands, the way they filled his palms. He could feel her nipples, hard and erect, pressing into his skin. He pinched them, gently at first, then harder, making her gasp, making her moan. “Hey you naughty boy, don’t make me spill this coffee, my ass is so full right now I don’t want to get up for another cup”, she said.
Aryan chuckled, his hands softly squeezing her tits, “alright lady
, I’ll be careful. But you know I love it when you’re all messy and disheveled. It’s so fucking hot.” He said, his voice a low growl, his eyes locked with hers.
Vidya felt a surge of desire at his words, her pussy throbbing, her ass clenching around his cock. “You like that huh? You like it when your mom is all dirty and used?” She asked, her voice a low purr, her eyes challenging him.
Aryan groaned, his cock twitching in her ass. “Fuck yes, Ma. I love it. I love seeing you like this, all naked, getting fucked by your son”.
She whimpered and nodded, “alright I get it, you do enjoy seeing me crazy on your cock. Well good for you, I enjoy when your cock is buried all the way in me”.
She said and started to move, her hips rolling, her ass sliding up and down his thick length. The sun was now higher, casting a warm glow over their bodies, highlighting the sweat that glistened on their skin. When Vidya had had her fill of getting fucked, she gently got off, careful to not spill her coffee. “Now my love, let mommy suck on that big daddy cock that pounded my ass so well”, she said , in a slutty voice that made it clear she was in the mood.
She knelt down in front of him, her tits pressed against his thighs, her hands on his knees. She looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with desire, her lips parted, ready to take him in. Aryan groaned, his cock twitching at the sight of his mother like this, so eager, so ready. He loved seeing her like this, loved the way she looked at him, the way she wanted him.
“Fuck, Ma,” he groaned, his hands moving to her hair, tangling in the soft strands. “You look so fucking hot right now. My own personal slut”.
Hearing that, the slut, the whore in her wanted to devour him, let him fuck her mouth, let him use her for his pleasure. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the precum that had gathered there. Aryan groaned, his hips jerking, his cock twitching in her mouth. Vidya smiled, pulling back and stroked his cock big cock with slow strokes. “Ready for your mother to be the best slut you’ll ever meet?”, she asked but didn’t wait for an answer and lowered her lips on his cock.
She wrapped them around the wide girth of his cock, inch by inch she lowered her mouth, stretched wide. She could feel him, hot and hard, filling her mouth. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper, allowing his cock to slide in nicely , to enjoy as far as he went. Aryan watched smilingly as he always did, his mother showing off for him, her big tits pressed against his thighs as her tight throat bulged with his length.
Vidya was a master at this, her mouth and throat were like a vacuum, sucking him in, taking him deep. She loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth, only he was ever able to go entirely past her throat, pushing his cock in her belly. So, if she could show off for him, she would , be the best slut he had.
Caressing his thighs, making sure she was looking into his eyes, she bobbed her head, entire length down her throat and back up. She moved slow, hollowing her cheeks out, ensuring her son got the best blowjob every morning . Her lips were stretched wide, her throat working around his thick girth, taking him deep. While she did that, over and over her son’s hand in her hair tousled and pulled, guiding her. The way he showed his possession only made her want to give all of her to him ever more.
She could feel his eyes on her, watching her, loving her. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, her mouth full of his cock. She could only see lust, and love, exactly what she wanted in her son. As she moved up on his cock, she saw her half empty cup of coffee on the table beside them and had an idea. Popping off his cock she said with a wink, “Honey, will you fill my cup with your hot cream, I’d be very grateful through the day if you know what i mean”.
Aryan chuckled, his eyes never leaving her as he nodded, “Of course, Ma. I’ll give you that cum”. Vidya brought her cup in front of his cock, continuing to stroke his fat cock.
"Now, beta, show mommy how much you love her. Fill this cup up with your hot cum", she said, her voice a sultry purr. Aryan groaned, his hips jerking. His cum was ready to flow out and they both knew, that cup was not even close to handle how much he would release. But that wasn’t the idea either, he just needed to fill it, then the remained could go anywhere he wanted. The first few ropes began to come out, arcing through the air and landing in the cup. Vidya watched, her eyes wide, her mouth open in a silent 'O'. She loved seeing her son cum, loved seeing the evidence of his pleasure, his desire for her. She could feel her own pussy throbbing, her ass clenching as she watched him cum for her.
Aryan groaned, his body tensing as he came. He filled the cup, the white liquid spilling over the sides, dripping down onto Vidya's hand, her wrist, her arm. She didn't mind, she loved the feel of his cum on her skin, loved the way it marked her as his. Soon the cup was close to being filled and her son stood up, his cock now free , standing tall aimed right at her face. As she put the cup down, the big fat cock was now pouring cum in a stream not ropes anymore. Her face, its target started getting a fresh coat as it started from her forehead. The stream, hot and creamy splashed on her forehead.
Vidya closed her eyes, her face tilted back, allowing the cum to run down her cheeks, her neck, her chest. She felt a shiver run down her spine, her body responding to the sensation. She loved the way his cum felt on her skin. She opened her eyes, looking up at him, her blue eyes filled with desire, her lips parted in a silent 'O'. Aryan watched her, his eyes filled with lust, his cock still hard and cumming steadily. He loved seeing her like this, covered in his cum, marked by him. "You look so fucking hot right now. My cum looks so good on you, Ma," Aryan growled. Vidya smiled, but didn’t speak as cum flowed down her face, dripping onto her huge tits. She looked like a whore even God would be proud of. An unholy amount of cum, coating her face, tits and belly, and his cock still pouring freely.
Vidya, her eyes locked with Aryan's, reached up and took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently. The steady flow of his cum kept raining on her, and Vidya let it coat her. In the minutes he had kept cumming, she was had been covered in his seed. Her face, neck, tits, and stomach were slick with his thick, white ropes. Her nipples stood erect, glistening with the warm, sticky fluid. Aryan’s cock was still pulsing, still releasing his seed, and Vidya could feel it dripping down her fingers as she stroked him, milking every last drop.
She moaned softly, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt his cum coating her skin. The sensation was intoxicating, the way it ran down her body, the way it marked her as his. She loved the way he looked at her, the way his eyes burned with desire as he watched her, his cock still hard, still cumming. So when she saw his hands going to her head , she knew she was supposed to open her mouth and let his cock in, to drink his cum that was going to flow for another few minutes.
She did as he wanted, her mouth opening wide , her throat immediately being filled with hot cum she could swallow. The way it slid down her throat, she would have to admit, was the best way to start a day.She could feel his hands in her hair, guiding her, controlling her. Gulp after gulp, she drank, she swallowed, eventually feeling his cock soften in her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly from the force of his cum, her lips swollen and wet. Aryan smiled down at her, his eyes filled with love and lust. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You're such a good slut for me, Ma."
Vidya felt a surge of pride at his words.
She stood up, her body still coated in his cum, and walked over to the balcony railing. She leaned against it, her ass sticking out, her tits pressed against the cool metal. She looked out at the ocean, the waves crashing against the shore, the sun shining brightly in the sky. Her hand holding the cup filled with coffee and her son’s fresh cum. “Beta”, she said turning her head to look at him, “this tastes amazing. We could make this a regular thing”.
Aryan replied, “only if you let me cum of your face afterwards”. Giggling she replied to him, “As if I don’t have my face dripping with your cum every morning?”. Aditya had to concede. Vidya who loved his cum on her then moved to their living room and sat on her couch, watching some choreography she had to practice.
Aryan came to the room around an hour later, and saw her, happily enjoying the dance moves on her tablet, naked as ever, his cum coating every inch of her creamy skin. “Hey, you didn’t
clean up?” he asked. Vidya looked up, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I was going to, but then I thought, why waste such a delicious treat? It’s not like it’s going anywhere, right?” She winked at him, her tongue darting out to lick a stray drop of cum from her lip.
Aryan groaned, his cock twitching at the sight. “Fuck, Ma”. Vidya ever the tease replied, “Again? Sure”. As if offering to get fucked again. But they both knew, they had work and study. Aryan left her to her practice, but not before giving her a long glance.
A few hours later, Aryan emerged having studied very well, and found his mother in her studio she had converted the spare bedroom into. Dressed only in a loose fit halter top, face still wearing his cum. Some of which had dried, some that still dripped down. She was holding a pose from one of the many classical styles she knew and taught. Her body was a testament to the grace and elegance of the art form, her muscles taut, her limbs fluid. The halter top she wore was little more than a scrap of fabric, barely covering her breasts, leaving her stomach and back bare. The dried cum on her skin had turned into a sticky, glistening mess, accentuating the curves of her body. Aryan watched her, his eyes roaming over her form, taking in every detail. He loved seeing her like this, lost in her art, her body a canvas for his desire.
As he approached her, she turned her face, her eyes meeting his. There was a question in them, a challenge. A plea if he could see it. Her pose had her pretty much in a doggy position, just needed her to bend a bit more to get her ass in the air. Aryan, understanding her silent request, walked around her, his eyes never leaving her body. His fingers traced the curve of her spine, lingering on the small of her back before sliding lower, over the swell of her ass. Vidya quickly shifted, raising her bare ass up in the air, her halter top now slipping off her tits, stopping around her neck.
Her tits hung down, swaying gently with her movement. Aryan's breath hitched at the sight, his cock already hard and throbbing in his shorts. He could see her pussy, glistening with her arousal, her asshole winking at him, still slightly gaping from their earlier encounter.
The second he brought his hand down, connecting on her wet pussy lips and gaping ass, any resolve Vidya had to even pretend to be focused on her dance practice vanished. She let out a soft moan, her body trembling as he stroked her, his fingers sliding through her wet folds, teasing her clit, then dipping lower, probing her asshole. She could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against her thigh, and she knew he was just as turned on as she was.
Aryan leaned in, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered, "You're so fucking wet, Ma. I can feel it. I can smell it. You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you again?"
Vidya nodded, her body arching into his touch. "Yes, beta. Please. Your personal slut will take your cock anytime. May I?”. Aryan saw her. He knew she would gladly take his cock . He rested his hand on the small of her back, bringing her just at the right angle. The compliant Vidya moved as he wanted, her ass high in the air, her tits swaying beneath her, her face turned to the side, her eyes locked with his. He could see the hunger in them, the desire, the need. He could feel it too, his cock throbbing, his balls aching with the need to release.
"Please, beta," she whispered, her voice a soft plea. "I need you. I need your cock."
Aryan didn't need any more encouragement. He unzipped his shorts, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He ran the tip of it along her pussy lips, coating it with her juices, teasing her, making her moan. Then he did something she didn’t expect. Grabbing onto her waist, he raised her till her pussy was infront his lips. That meant his cock was now infront of her face. He didn't wait for her to understand what he was doing, he just buried his face in her pussy, his tongue diving in, tasting her, exploring her. Vidya gasped, her body jerking at the sudden contact, her hands reaching out to grab onto his cock. She could feel it, hot and hard, pulsing with his desire. She looked down at it, her eyes wide, her mouth open in a silent 'O'. She could see the veins, thick and prominent, running along its length. She could see the precum, glistening at the tip, ready to be licked off. She could barely focus, his tongue deep in her cunt making her dizzy, giddy and needy. She wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth, but she also wanted to feel him inside her, filling her, stretching her. She was torn, her body aching with a need that only he could satisfy.
Aryan, sensing her dilemma, pulled back. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust, his face glistening with her juices. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Vidya nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. I need you inside me."
Aryan smiled, still holding her upside down , his hands on her waist. "You're so greedy, Ma. Always wanting more." He said, “for now first let me taste this honey”, he said and pushed his face back into her pussy. Vidya gasped, her body jerking as his tongue found her clit, flicking it, teasing it, making her moan. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel his hands on her waist, holding her in place, his tongue working her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her juices flowing, coating his tongue, his chin, his neck. She could feel her asshole clenching, her pussy throbbing, her tits aching. She was so close, so fucking close. She could feel it, the wave building, ready to crash over her. And since she couldn’t do anything, she chose to focus on what was right in front of her.
Her son’s cock, hard and throbbing, just inches away from her face. She could see the veins, pulsing with his desire, the precum glistening at the tip. If she couldn’t have him in her cunt or her ass, she would settle for getting her face fucked while her son ate her out. She leaned forward, her mouth close to his cock and moaned, “Fuck my face honeyyyyyyy”, her last word lost as he flicked her clit. Aryan heard it, understood it, and without hesitation pushed his cock into her mouth, straight down her throat.
Given the angle, with her being upside down, her throat was perfectly aligned with his cock and it slid straight down. Vidya knew how not to gag, her throat muscles relaxing, allowing his cock to slide in. She could feel it, hot and hard, filling her throat, stretching her. She could feel his balls, heavy and full, pressing against her chin. This way she could be doing her job as his slut, while he pleasured her to orgasms uncountable. Aryan, feeling her throat relax around his cock, started to move, his hips thrusting gently, fucking her mouth. Vidya could feel his tongue, still flicking her clit, still teasing her, still bringing her more orgasms, elongating them.
The way he fucked her mouth was different this time. He wasn’t just using her throat as a warm, wet hole to cum in. He was making love to her mouth, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of her throat with a wet, obscene sound. Vidya could feel every inch of him, the thick veins, the smooth head, the way it pulsed against her tongue. She could taste the precum that leaked from the tip, salty and slightly bitter, a taste she had grown to crave. She could feel his balls, heavy and full, pressing against her chin, his sac tight with the promise of another flood of cum. After he had given her more orgasms than she could count, her body was a quivering mess, her pussy dripping with her juices and his saliva.
That’s when he finally let her down and she fell down, legs unable to hold her up. She looked back at him, gratefully, as if this wasn’t something he did by his own volition, and often. She knew that, but still she felt a need to thank him, to let him take her body and do with it anything he desired to take his pleasure. Still on the floor, her halter top long discarded, she managed to croak out a low, “Whatever you want from me, take it. Don’t worry about me, just…” and she fell limp, passing out .
Aryan, seeing her like this, her body splayed out on the floor, her face flushed, her tits heaving, her pussy glistening with her juices and his saliva, felt a surge of love and lust.
When Vidya came to , she found herself in their bed, her body clean, her skin soft, the scent of their combined arousal washed away. She looked around, her eyes landing on Aryan, who was sitting on the bed beside her, his eyes filled with concern. "Hey, Ma," he said softly, his voice a low rumble. "How are you feeling?"
Vidya smiled, still unsure what happened after she was eaten out till she passed out. She looked at her son, his face filled with concern, his eyes soft with affection. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek, her touch gentle, almost reverent. "I'm fine, beta," she murmured, her voice still thick with the remnants of pleasure. "What happened after I passed out?”.
Aryan chuckled, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, his touch light, teasing. "Umm, well if you’re wondering if i fucked you, then no.
I carried you to the bed and cleaned you up. I know you love it when I fuck you, but I also know you love it when I take care of you. You were so out of it, I didn’t want to risk hurting you. Plus, I wanted to make sure you were comfortable and safe. I know you’re a big girl, but sometimes you need a little extra care, right?" Aryan said, his voice filled with a mix of affection and concern.
Vidya felt a warmth spread through her at his words. She knew he was right, she did love it when he took care of her, when he made sure she was comfortable and safe.
She loved it when he treated her like the precious treasure she was, even if she was also his personal slut. She loved it when he showed her that he cared about her, that he loved her, even if he also loved to fuck her.
"Thank you, beta," she whispered, her fingers still tracing the curve of his jaw, "I love you. Now that I am up, you wanna use me? Any hole you want?”. Aryan smiled, and shook his head, “mmm mmm…soon. First an oil massage for my world famous dancer mama”. His care made her feel special, loved, and cherished. She smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at him. “I love you, beta. You’re such a good boy.” Aryan chuckled, his fingers still tracing the curve of her waist, his touch light, teasing. “I know, Ma. I’m just trying to make sure you’re taken care of. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and ready for the day.” Vidya nodded, her body still tingling from the remnants of their earlier encounter. She watched as Aryan moved around the room, gathering the things he needed for her massage. He was so careful, so meticulous, making sure everything was just right.
He poured the oil into his hands, warming it between his palms before he started. He began at her shoulders, his strong hands kneading the muscles, working out the tension. Vidya moaned softly, her body relaxing under his touch. She could feel the oil, warm and slick, sliding over her skin, making her body slippery, making her feel like she was glowing.
Aryan's hands moved down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, making her shiver. He worked his way down, his hands moving over her ass, squeezing the flesh, making her moan louder. He was straddling her from behind, making sure the pressure he put on her was just right. Vidya could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against her ass, and she knew he was just as turned on as she was. But still he was focusing
on her massage, his hands working their way down her thighs, his fingers tracing the curve of her calves, making her moan softly. He was being so careful, so gentle, and it made her feel so loved, so cherished. She could feel his breath on her neck, his lips brushing against her skin, making her shiver. She could feel his hands, strong and sure, working their way up her body, making her feel like she was on fire.
"Mmm, beta," she moaned softly, her body arching into his touch. "That feels so good.
You're so good at this," Vidya murmured, her voice a soft purr. She could feel her body responding to his touch, her muscles relaxing, her skin tingling with pleasure. She could feel the oil, warm and slick, sliding over her skin, making her feel like she was glowing.
Aryan's hands moved up her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, making her moan uninhibitedly. Vidya wanted to do something for him to if he was going to be so good to her. She wanted to show him how much she appreciated his care, his love. Without turning back, she reached out, her hands finding his hard cock, pulling it out of his shorts. She whispered only one sentence, “Use my ass, while you massage me, I want you to enjoy this too”. Aryan, his breath hitching, nodded, his hands still working the oil into her skin, his cock now in her hand, hard and throbbing. Vidya guided him to her ass, her hand wrapping around his shaft, her fingers barely able to touch. She felt him press against her, the tip of his cock rubbing against her tight hole. She pushed back, taking him in, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him. Aryan groaned, his hands stilling on her back as he pushed deeper, his cock filling her completely. Vidya moaned, her body arching, her ass pressing back against him, taking him deeper.
Aryan's hands resumed their work, his fingers digging into her muscles, his thumbs pressing into the small of her back. He started to move, his hips thrusting gently, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, his hands still working the oil into her skin.
"Oh…this is so relaxing my god”, she said , her voice a low moan.
Vidya could feel his love, his care, in every touch, every thrust. She could feel it in the way he moved, slow and steady, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, his hands working her muscles, making her feel like she was floating.
Aryan felt content as he saw his mother 's body relax, her muscles loosening under his touch. He loved it too, loved the way she responded to him, loved the way she let him use her body, loved the way she let him take care of her. She had her ass spread for him to fuck, while he put his efforts into her back, his hands working the oil into her skin, his cock sliding in and out of her ass. He could feel her, tight and hot, her muscles clenching around him, her body arching into his touch. He could feel her pleasure, her moans filling the room, her body trembling with each thrust.
"Fuck, Ma," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You feel so fucking good. I could fuck you like this all day."
Vidya moaned in response, her body arching, her ass pressing back against him, taking him deeper. "You know what? Do it. I’ll cancel my plans, my son gets to fuck my ass as long as he feels he needs to”. Somedays she wanted to make herself available to him, to show him how much she loved him, how much she wanted to please him. Especially if he was going to put so much effort into the massage he was giving her. She wanted to show him that she was his, completely and utterly, that she would do anything for him. She wanted to show him that he could use her, fuck her, any way he wanted, and she would love it.
Aryan groaned at her words, his cock throbbing inside her. He knew she meant it, knew that she would let him fuck her all day if he wanted to. He loved that about her, loved that she was so open, so willing, so eager to please him. His hands continued twisting and turning the knots in her back.
Vidya could feel the tension leaving her body, her muscles relaxing under his touch. She could feel his cock, still hard and ready, sliding in and out of her ass, the oil making everything slick and smooth. She could feel her pussy, wet and aching, her clit throbbing with need.
Aryan's hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips, his thumbs pressing into the flesh of her ass. The ring of her fat ass looked surreal stretched around his cock, a scene of pure debauchery, and love at the same time. His loving, tender thrusts in her ass made sure she was well taken care of. Vidya was a goddess, and he was her devoted worshiper. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her muscles relaxing, her skin glowing with the oil. He could feel her love, her devotion, her willingness to do anything for him.
He continued to massage her, his hands working the oil into her skin, his cock sliding in and out of her ass. “Unnhhh , beta I haven’t stopped cumming since…”she paused, “ since you started fucking me.” Aryan chuckled, he was aware of that, the littles shakes of her body, and low moans from her telling him she was cumming non stop. He loved that he could make her feel this way , she deserved it all. While still working on her back, he deepened his thrusts, going almost all the way in. His ten inches of cock was stretching her asshole to its limits, but she loved it. She loved the way he made her feel, the way he made her body sing with pleasure.
"Oh, beta," she moaned, her voice a low, husky sound. "You feel so good inside me. I love it when you fuck my ass like this."
Vidya moaned again, her body arching into his touch as he grabbed his oil coated hands and began squeezing her tits . No twisting and pulling on the nipples, just pure , unadulterated squeezing, making her tits jiggle and bounce.
Aryan's hands were slick with oil, making the sensation even more intense. Vidya could feel the heat building in her core, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her muscles clenching around his cock. She could feel the pressure, the need, the desire, all building, all centered on her tits and her ass.
"Oh, fuck, beta," she moaned, her voice a low, desperate sound. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum so fucking hard."
Aryan groaned, his hands squeezing her tits harder, his cock sliding in and out of her ass deeper. He leaned over and gave a chaste kiss on the nape of her neck and Vidya was over the edge.
Her body convulsed, her asshole clenching around his cock, her tits heaving as she screamed out her release. Aryan felt her orgasm, felt her body milking his cock, and it was too much. He groaned, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he came inside her, his hot cum filling her ass, mixing with the oil, making a mess of them both.
Vidya collapsed onto the bed, her body spent, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Aryan stayed inside, letting her asshole be the receptacle of his cum. He knew he could stay there, and soon enough all his cum would reach her belly from where he was pumping. Vidya wasn’t going to complain either. She had cancelled her plans for this very purpose, to let him use her. As his hard cock kept pouring cum in her, she relaxed into the mattress, body pliant with his massage and the afterglow of her orgasm. Aryan, still inside her, started to move again, his hips thrusting gently, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, his cum leaking out with each retreat. Vidya moaned, her body responding to his touch, her asshole clenching around him, milking him for more.
"Mmm, beta," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "You're still so hard. You're not done with me yet, are you?"
Aryan chuckled, his hands moving to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Not even close, Ma”, his cock kept erupting like a volcano, depositing a fresh warm load in her. His cum , coated her insides and then slid down, going towards her stomach to fill it up.
She could feel it, warm and thick, filling her up, making her feel full, satisfied. She could feel his cock, still hard, still throbbing, still sliding in and out of her ass, his hips moving gently, his hands holding her hips steady. She could feel his breath on her neck, his lips brushing against her skin, his tongue tasting her, his teeth nipping at her. She could feel his love, his desire, his need, all centered on her, all for her.
"Mmm, beta," she moaned, “if you keep fucking me like this, I might have to quit everything and just lay here for you. I’d not even let you go to college. Just make sure you’re well fed, and have rested enough, so you can fuck my holes all the day”.
Her son chuckling replied , “Ahan, quit everything to…get fucked han?”.
Vidya laughed, her body shaking, her asshole clenching around his cock. “Maybe. But for now, let’s just enjoy this. I love the way you fuck me, beta. I love the way you make me feel.”
Aryan smiled, his hands moving to her shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscles. He started to move faster, his hips thrusting harder, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with a wet, obscene sound. Vidya moaned, her body arching into his touch, her ass pressing back against him, taking him deeper.
He was leaning over her, hands on her shoulders holding her still and ploughing his cock deep and slow in the most welcoming asshole he had ever known. The depths that allowed him to feel his cockhead pressing against her womb, the tightness that made him feel like he was being squeezed by a vice, the heat that made him feel like he was being fucked by a furnace. He could feel her body, slick with oil, her skin glowing under the soft light of the room.
Vidya was lost in the sensation, her body on fire, her mind a blur of pleasure. She could feel every inch of him, the thick veins, the smooth head, the way it stretched her, filled her, used her. It was pleasure that was unbounded, the way his cock opened up her ass, nothing would be the same after this. The copious amounts of cum he had already deposited in there helped them both, making it easier for him to slide in and out, the slickness of his cum and the oil making everything so much smoother. Vidya could feel it, the way her body was being used, the way her son was taking what he wanted from her, and she loved it.
Aryan was lost in the sensation too, his body on fire, his mind a blur of pleasure. His hands stilling on her shoulders, and his cock was using the entirety of his mother’s ass .
He leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You're so fucking hot, Ma," he whispered, his voice a low growl, "Your ass is so tight, so fucking tight. I can’t believe I’m so lucky I get to do this ma”.
Vidya smiled, her body still tingling with the remnants of their pleasure. She could feel his cock, still hard and ready, sliding in and out of her ass, his hands still working the oil into her skin.
“Oh beta, I’d let you and only you do this. No man has and ever will have me like this . You know that, right?” Vidya murmured, her voice a soft purr.
“Only you, beta. Only you get to fuck me like this”, she added and sighed contently as he again reached the depths of her ass. Her words were a calming balm to Aryan's soul, reassuring him of her devotion, her love, her commitment to him. He knew she meant it, knew that she was his, completely and utterly, that she would do anything for him. He felt a surge of love and lust, his cock throbbing inside her, "You're so fucking perfect. I promise we aren’t moving from here today. You’re getting your ass fucked till the sun sets”, he said.
He had already decided that he would not let her go anywhere today. He was going to keep her here, in this bed, and fuck her until he was satisfied. He was going to use her body, her holes, her mouth, her tits, her ass, her pussy, her everything. He was going to make her cum until she couldn’t cum anymore, until she was a quivering, trembling mess, until she was nothing but a writhing, moaning, cum-drenched slut for him. Until her body was covered in sweat and cum, until she was so full of his cum that she could feel it leaking out of her every hole and Vidya was glad to just lay there.
After having used her for a couple hours , he slowed down and settled with his cock halfway in her ass, his hands rubbing soothing circles, massaging her lower back.
Vidya, her body still tingling with pleasure, turned her head to look at him, her eyes soft and loving. "You're so good to me, beta," she murmured, her voice a low, contented purr. "I love the way you take care of me."
Aryan smiled, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, his touch gentle. "I love taking care of you, Ma," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "You deserve to be treated like a queen. And I want to be the one to treat you that way."
Vidya's heart swelled with love at his words.
She knew he meant it, knew that he truly cared about her, that he truly loved her. "I love you, beta," she whispered, her voice a soft purr. "You make me feel so special, so loved. I don't know what I would do without you."
Aryan leaned into her touch, his eyes softening. "You'll never have to find out, Ma," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I'll always be here for you. Always."
Vidya smiled, her heart feeling full. Slowly she began rocking her hips , back onto his cock , looking into his eyes, “this okay beta?” She asked.
Her eyes, those piercing blue orbs, were filled with a mix of desire and affection. Aryan nodded, his hands still rubbing soothing circles on her back. "Of course, Ma," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "I want you to enjoy this as much as I do." Vidya smiled, her body still tingling with pleasure. She began to move her hips, slowly at first, rocking back and forth, taking his cock deeper with each thrust. Aryan smiled at her trying to put some effort as well. She looked so content, and happy to be where she was. Ever so slowly she would push her fat ass, cheeks pressed against him back along the ten inches, then just as slowly she would pull away. “I am surprised we haven’t done more weekends like this beta”, she said continuing what she had been doing, “I mean a soothing massage and you get to fuck my holes for so long too. It’s just perfect no?”.
"Well, Ma, we can make that a regular thing if you want. I'd love to spend every weekend like this, with you, like this." Vidya smiled, her body still moving, her ass still taking his cock deep. "I'd like that too, beta," she murmured, her voice a soft purr. "I'd like that very much."
Aryan's hands moved to her tits, his fingers squeezing the flesh, giving them the same treatment the soft flesh of her ass had received. Vidya knew besides her ass, her tits were his favourite toys. The pressure he would put on them squeezing so hard she wondered often if that would lead to bruises. Not that she would mind her son’s marks on her body.
Aryan's hands were firm and sure, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her tits."Oh, beta," she moaned, her voice a low, desperate sound. "Your hands feel so good on my tits. I love it when you squeeze them like that."Aryan groaned, his hands stilling on her tits, then he squeezed harder, even more.
Vidya gasped, as the pain became pleasure and her ass moved back on itself, trying to take him further deep. Every part of her body in that moment was hoping to be a vessel for her son’s pleasure. So, when he got rougher with her tits, she pushed them into his hands, a surrender presented to him.
"Use them, beta," she whispered, her voice a low, husky sound. "Use my tits for your pleasure." Aryan groaned, his hands squeezing harder. He leaned over, his lips finding hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth, exploring, tasting. Vidya moaned, her body melting into his, her tongue dancing with his, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. She could feel his cock, still hard and ready, sliding in and out of her ass, his hands still working her tits harder with each squeeze. Had they not put a blanket beneath them, the bed would’ve been soaked with the oil, Aryan’s cum and with how much Vidya had leaked ever since his hands began working on her. The kiss continued, just as Vidya’s ass fucking slow , tender and unimaginably pure.
Her son’s tongue was exploring her mouth, his hands were squeezing her tits, and his cock was sliding in and out of her ass. It was pleasure that was boundless. Had even God come down to Earth, Vidya wouldn’t have stopped. She would have found a way to justify why her son was the man who was fucking her, and fucking her good. She was never going to stop her son ever, only he could pleasure her this way and if he found his own pleasure in that, she would offer it to him a hundred times over, at any time of the day or night. She was his, completely and utterly, and she knew he was hers. The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing, their bodies moving in sync. Aryan's hands left her tits, moving to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he started to move faster, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with a wet, squelched sound. Vidya pulled back from the kiss, looking into his eyes, with his face so close to hers. Seeing the love they held for her she was tempted to tell him she loved him, but she knew it was more than that. It was a love that was all-consuming, a love that was beyond words, a love that was pure and unadulterated. She knew he felt it too, could see it in his eyes, in the way he looked at her, in the way he touched her. She knew he loved her, not just as a mother, but as a woman, as a lover, as his everything.
"Beta," she whispered, her voice a soft, husky sound. "Will you let me drink you cum this time? My ass is already leaking and I don’t wanna waste your cum”. Aryan nodded gladly, Vidya drinking his cum was a normal and welcoming sight for him. He loved to see her, his mother, his lover, opening her mouth to let his cock erupt in there. She had not once complained about the amount of cum then she would have to drink, rather she had always been grateful for it. It was a love that was beyond words, a love that was pure and unadulterated. He knew she felt it too.
He lazily pulled his cock out, and slid further up on her body straddling her chest. His cock was big enough that when she did manage to turn around for him, it presented itself right on her lips. She opened them just enough for him to slide in and rest on her tongue. So when he did cum, she would get to taste his cum for the entire duration of his orgasm. Aryan's cock was slick with oil and cum, a mess of their combined fluids. Vidya didn't mind, she loved the taste of them together, the salty sweetness of his cum mixed with the earthy, slightly bitter taste of the oil. She could feel him, hot and hard, pulsing on her tongue, his body tense, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel his pleasure, his need, his desire, all centered on her, all for her. She could feel his love, his devotion, his worship, all in the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, the way he fucked her.
Eventually his cock began pulsing, letting out a few ropes of white, thick gooey cum.
Vidya's eyes were closed, her mouth open, her tongue lapping up the cum as it spilled out of his cock. She swallowed it all, her throat working to take in every drop. Aryan groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm, his cock pulsing in her mouth, his cum filling her throat. Vidya moaned, her body still tingling with pleasure, her ass still leaking his cum. She could feel it, the ropes flowing in continuously, not faltering for a moment. She swallowed, her throat working to take in every drop, her tongue lapping up the cum as it spilled out of his cock. She could feel it, hot and thick, filling her mouth, coating her tongue, sliding down her throat. And soon, as she knew to expect, the ropes of cum picked up more intensity and became a steady stream. Relaxing her throat for it, Vidya instead of lapping it began gulping. The steady stream of cum flowed and landed on her tongue. From there, Vidya’s throat took over and allowed it to flow further easily. Her adam’s apple visibly moving up and down as she swallowed the copious amount of cum that her son was pouring into her mouth. The sight would have been taboo for anyone else, but in the Balan household, Vidya wetting her throat with Aryan’s cum was as normal as the sun rising. The cum kept flowing out from Aryan’s cock and he smiled down as he saw Vidya showing no problems in swallowing with her huge gulps.
Vidya’s throat was a sight to behold, her Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as she swallowed the thick, creamy liquid. Aryan’s eyes were glued to her throat, watching the cum disappear into her body. He felt a sense of pride, knowing that he was the one making her do this, that he was the one filling her up with his cum. He loved the sight of her, her lips wrapped around his cock, her throat working to swallow every drop. And the way she looked at him, her eyes filled with love and devotion, her body completely at his mercy.
He had been cumming for over five minutes, and Vidya was gladly gulping it down. He was hard, pumping away as they both smiled, looking at each other. Vidya's eyes were filled with love and devotion and Aryan’s with pure love. Soon the cum overflowed, and dribbled out the corners of her mouth. Vidya’s lips were coated with a thick layer of cum, her chin was dripping with it, and her neck was covered in it. She looked like a mess, but she didn't care.
Aryan pulled his cock out of her mouth, a few more ropes of cum spilling out, landing on her chin and neck. Vidya licked them up, her tongue lapping at the cum, cleaning herself. Aryan watched, his eyes filled with lust and love. He aimed his still pouring cock at the full tits that were glistening with the oil he had massaged them with.
He knew she loved it when he used her tits as a cum dump, and he was more than happy to oblige. The flow of cum landed on her tits, splattering them with a thick, creamy mess. Vidya moaned, “oooo there’s more? Yes please coat my tits beta”. Smiling Aryan did so.
He aimed his cock at her tits, and let out a few more ropes of cum. The thick, creamy liquid landed on her tits, splattering them with a thick, creamy mess. Vidya moaned, her body arching into his touch, her tits heaving with each breath.
Aryan watched as his cum coated her tits, the white liquid contrasting with her dark skin. Aryan chuckled, his hands moving to her tits, his fingers squeezing the flesh, his cock still pulsing, still releasing his cum onto her. Vidya could feel his cum, hot and thick, coating her skin, sliding down her body. “Mmmm, you always have so much cum beta, even after you let me drink all that”, she purred, watching as her tits got covered in thick lines of white, “should I turned around now? I think we both want this bad boy back in my ass”, she had shaking his cock as it dripped the last of his cum.
Sliding down on her body just as he had climbed up, he said, “It’s past noon already. Let’s fuck till the evening? Then we’ll see about the night , what do you think?”. Vidya, still lying on her back, her tits glistening with Aryan's cum, looked up at him, “Yeah, ummm, I think that’s a great idea. I mean, we have all day, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m all yours, beta. Do what you want with me.”
Aryan smiled, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in the sight of her, his cum coating her tits, her ass, her pussy. Slowly, she turned over again, her body aching and feeling relaxed all at the same time. She propped herself on her elbows, the rest of her cum covered body on the blanket below them. Turning her face just enough to meet his eyes, she said, “You can resume beta, whenever you want”. Aryan was stroking his still hard cock, coating it up with oil again, he said to her “You know I love you, right? For letting me do all this”, gesturing at the way they were in the moment.
Vidya smiled, her eyes softening. “I know, beta. And I love you for it. I love you for everything you do to me, for everything you make me feel.” Aryan smiled back, his heart swelling with love. He leaned over, his cock finding its way to its favourite hole again. “Unhhhh , gimme a kiss…oh yes”, Vidya cooed as half his cock slid in. Her ass had to stretch to accommodate it, and it was her favourite thing to do. Aryan scooted over another couple inches, and gave her the peck she had asked for. Vidya moaned into his mouth, her asshole letting his go as far as he would . When he pulled back, he said “Mom, your ass is amazingly slick . I mean you manage all my ten inches, how did you do that? You’re so fucking tight”. Vidya giggled, “Well beta, I’m just a natural. I guess my efforts at all the dance moves helped too.
I mean, I’m a professional, I know how to work with my body. And you know, I’ve been doing this for a long time. I’ve got the flexibility, the strength, the stamina. I can take it, beta. I can take all of you," Vidya said, through his thrusts, feeling him fill her ass up till the end. This relaxed evening, her son fucking her ass deep, but so tenderly, Vidya felt so utterly loved and worshipped. The evening breeze picked up, and the windows to their bedroom fluttered open. And their mood improved even more. The way Vidya was laying , she could see the golden pink hue of the sun’s light on the crashing waves.
The sound of the waves was soothing, the rhythm of the water crashing against the shore was like a lullaby. The scent of the ocean filled the room, a salty, briny smell that was both invigorating and calming. The breeze was gentle, blowing through the open windows, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine from the garden below. Vidya could feel the cool air on her skin, the oil still glistening on her body, the remnants of Aryan's cum coating her tits, her ass, her pussy. Aryan behind her could also see the same view as he enjoyed the caresses of Vidya’s ass on his cock. “This is nice isn’t it Ma?”, he said squeezing her fat, jiggling asscheeks.
Vidya nodded, her eyes closed, her body swaying gently with the rhythm of the waves. “Yes, beta. This is perfect. I love it here, with you.” Aryan smiled, “God, I love you”, he said and kissed on her lower back. Vidya grinned, and giggled a little feeling his lips, “I can feel it beta, sliding in my ass”, she replied.
Aryan knew what she meant, she was referring to his cock, not his words. He chuckled too, joining her. They stayed like that, admiring the view of the sea from their windows, his hips rolling slowly, stretching her asshole ever so gently with his thrusts. Neither of them realised how the time passed, the sun slowly setting, the room getting darker, the only light coming from the open windows. Aryan's hands were on her hips, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, slow and steady. Vidya's body was relaxed, her eyes closed, her breath coming in soft, even breaths. Her hips moved, everytime her son thrusted up. A few soft moans would escape her lips, a couple words of gratitude to him. The world never knew getting fucked in the ass by her son could be more relaxing than meditation.
But Vidya did. She could feel every inch of him, sliding in and out, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel his hands, strong and sure, gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him, his fingers digging into her flesh. His lips pressing soft kisses on her skin. She could feel his love, his devotion, his worship, all centered on her, all for her.
Aryan's thrusts were slow and steady, his focus on making it pleasurable for the both of them. He had cum in her again, and was using her filled up ass to fuck her gently but so much more smoothly.
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