Chapter 3: Refusal of the Call
The plane’s landing gear touched the ground in Mumbai, and Vidya woke up with a start. She looked around, disoriented, and then remembered where she was. She was on a plane, with her son, and hundred other passengers. Her dance show was scheduled for later that day, and she was happy to be back in the city. Aryan and her walked out the airport after collecting their luggage. The city was bustling with life, as always. The humidity was high, and Vidya could feel the sweat trickling down her back. She looked at Aryan, who was walking beside her, his eyes scanning the crowd. He was always so alert, so protective of her. She loved that about him.
"Let's get a cab, Ma. I don't want you to get tired before your show," Aryan said, his hand reaching out to hail a cab.
Vidya smiled, her heart warming at his concern. "That sounds like a good idea, beta.
I don't want to be too tired for my show," Vidya said, her voice filled with gratitude. She looked around, her eyes taking in the bustling city. The air was thick with the scent of exhaust fumes and the aroma of street food. The sounds of honking cars and chattering people filled the air, a symphony of Mumbai's chaos.
Aryan hailed a cab, and they climbed in, the driver merging into the traffic with a skill that Vidya admired. She leaned back against the seat, her eyes closing as she let the rhythm of the city lull her into a state of relaxation.
Aryan's hand found hers, his fingers entwining with hers, a comforting presence in the chaos. Vidya opened her eyes, looking at their entwined hands, a small smile playing on her lips. She looked up at Aryan, her eyes meeting his in the rearview mirror. He was watching her, a soft smile on his face, his eyes filled with love and affection.
"Ma, I'm so proud of you," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "You're going to kill it tonight. I know it."
Vidya's heart swelled at his words, her body warming at the sincerity in his voice. "Thank you, beta.
That means a lot to me," Vidya replied, her voice filled with emotion. She squeezed his hand, her thumb tracing the back of his hand. "I'm nervous, though. I haven't performed in Mumbai in a long time. I hope I can still do justice to the dance."
Aryan smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "You can, Ma. You always do. And even if you don't, I'll be there, cheering you on. That's what family is for, right?"
Vidya felt a lump form in her throat at his words. She swallowed hard, trying to push down the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm her. Their hotel, the biggest and fanciest one, booked by her agent, The Taj Mahal Palace, was just a few minutes away. As they pulled up to the grand entrance, Vidya took a deep breath, steeling herself for the performance ahead. Aryan, noticing her nervousness, gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "You've got this, Ma. Let's go show them what you're made of," he said, his voice filled with confidence.
The lobby was a flurry of activity, with people checking in and out, the staff bustling around, and the sound of chatter filling the air. Vidya and Aryan made their way to the reception desk, their luggage trailing behind them. The receptionist, a young woman with a bright smile, greeted them warmly. They got to know they were going to be staying at a suite high up in the hotel, with a view of the Arabian Sea. Vidya's heart raced with excitement and a touch of nervousness as she thought about the view from the balcony. She could already imagine Aryan fucking her against the glass, the city lights twinkling below them.
As they waited for the elevator, Vidya turned to Aryan, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, I was thinking... we should christen that balcony," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Aryan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, really? And how do you propose we do that?"
Vidya leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "Well, I was thinking...like usual , you know, with you fucking me against the glass, the city lights below us." She pulled back, her eyes meeting his, a challenge in them. "What do you say, beta? Up for it?"
Aryan's eyes darkened, his cock twitching at the thought. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. "You know I am, Ma. But not now, after the show tonight. You need to rest before your show. We can't have you too tired to dance."
Vidya pouted, her arms wrapping around his neck. "But I want you now. I always want you."
Aryan chuckled, his hands gripping her hips. "I know, Ma. And I want you too. Let’s get showered first, then we’ll see.” Vidya needed to hear just that, she knew she could seduce him, and coax him into fucking her in the shower. She was confident in her abilities, and she knew Aryan was putty in her hands. They made their way to their suite, the elevator ride filled with a charged silence, the air thick with anticipation. As they stepped out into the hallway, Vidya could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body already aching for Aryan's touch. She fumbled with the key card, her hands shaking as she tried to insert it into the slot. Aryan reached out, his hand covering hers, steadying it. "Here, let me," he said, his voice low and husky. He took the card from her, sliding it into the slot with ease.
The lock clicked open, and he pushed the door open, allowing Vidya to enter first. The suite was spacious, with a large living room and a bedroom that was even bigger, dominated by a king-sized bed. But Vidya's eyes were drawn to the balcony, the glass doors open, the sound of the city filtering in. She could see the Arabian Sea, the sun setting, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. She could already feel the cool breeze on her skin, the anticipation of what was to come making her body tingle.
Aryan, noticing where her gaze was fixed, smiled. "Go on, Ma. Go check it out.
I'll be there in a minute," Aryan said, his voice filled with a playful tone as he walked towards the bedroom. Vidya nodded, her eyes never leaving the balcony. She could already imagine Aryan's hands on her, his cock buried deep inside her, the city lights twinkling below them. She walked towards the balcony, her hips swaying with each step, her body aching for his touch. She stepped out onto the balcony, the cool breeze hitting her skin, the city lights twinkling below her. She could see the Arabian Sea, the waves crashing against the shore, the sound of the water filling the air.
“I’ll take a hot shower beta”, she called out, dropping her clothes right there on the balcony. She stepped into the bathroom, the tiles cool under her feet. She turned on the shower, the water cascading down, steaming up the glass door. She stepped under the spray, the water hitting her skin, washing away the sweat and grime of the journey. She could feel her body relaxing, the tension leaving her muscles. She reached for the shampoo, lathering it up in her hands, her fingers massaging her scalp. The scent of lavender filled the air, the steam making her skin tingle. She rinsed her hair, the water running down her body, her nipples hardening in the cool air.
Aryan had stripped down to his shorts, and was scrolling on his phone when his mother asked for a towel. He looked up, and the steamed glass didn’t reveal much so he stood up, and scrambled to find a towel. He found one, and walked towards the bathroom. He pushed the door open, and the sight that greeted him took his breath away. Vidya was under the spray, her body glistening with water, on her knees she was holding her tits up as if offering them to him.
“Hey…not fair ma, you’re supposed to shower and get ready for the show. What is this?”, he said sounding a little annoyed but mostly turned on.
Vidya smirked, her eyes locked onto his, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She knew she had him right where she wanted him. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock, already hard and throbbing in his shorts. She gave it a gentle squeeze, her thumb rubbing against the tip, spreading the precum that had gathered there. Aryan groaned, his hips jerking forward, his cock pressing into her hand. Vidya smiled, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly pulled down his shorts, his cock springing free, hard and ready. She said in a sultry voice “Quiet. When your own mother is offering you her body, you don’t question it. You take it. You take it all.”
Aryan’s resolve to let her rest before the show crumbled under the weight of her sultry command. His cock pulsed in her hand, eager for her touch. He watched as she released him, her eyes never leaving his as she stood up, her body glistening with water. She reached for the soap, lathering it up in her hands, her eyes never leaving his. She began to wash herself, her hands moving over her body with deliberate slowness, her touch lingering on her breasts, her stomach, her hips. Aryan’s breath hitched as she moved lower, her hands disappearing between her legs, her fingers rubbing against her clit.
She let out a soft moan, her head tilting back, her eyes closing. Aryan couldn’t take his eyes off her, his cock throbbing in his hand as he watched her pleasure herself. He could feel the precum leaking from the tip, his balls aching with the need to release. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her tight pussy around him, to hear her moans in his ear.
He quickly covered the gap between them , pushing her against the tiles of the bathroom, her tits squashed against them. “Oh you fucking slut”, he growled, placing his cock against her pussy and thrusting. Vidya didn’t say a word at the rough treatment, she giggled instead as he pushed her and began pounding her cunt. Him calling her a slut was probably more of a compliment than an insult in her mind.
Aryan was in another zone, he wanted her to rest but she wanted to get fucked. So he was going to give her a pounding she would have a hard time forgetting. Vidya's giggles turned into moans as he thrust into her, her body pressing against the cool tiles of the bathroom. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the air, the steam from the shower making the room hazy. Aryan's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her with all his might. Vidya's moans grew louder, her body shaking with each thrust. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock as he fucked her.
Aryan could feel it too, the way her pussy tightened around him, the way her body responded to his touch. His hands squeezed her tits to the point of pain, but Vidya welcomed it. One hand kneading her tits, and other grabbing her ass, hard enough to leave red marks . Vidya let her body move every which way he moulded her, she had riled him up and she had no intention of not giving him what he deserved to take. She was not going to be a cocktease, when instead she could be a good slut and let him give her pleasures that she would feel till the morning.
Aryan took his time being rough with her, fucking her pussy with all his might. After Vidya had cried out, orgasmed over ten times on his cock, he let go of his pounding.
He pulled out of her, and she collapsed against the shower wall, her body slick with sweat and water. When she turned around, he was already there jerking his cock in her face. She wasn’t going to complain for the treat that was about to rain down on her, but she didn’t dare show any defiance after how thoroughly she had been ploughed just then. She knew to wait for the eventual eruption , and soon her beautiful face would be consumed by streaks of white coming down on it. She opened her mouth, but with a quick flick Aryan shut it back up. "No, ma, you don't get to swallow it this time. You're going to take it on your face." He said with a smirk.
Vidya’s eyes widened at the command, but she didn’t resist. She knew better than to argue with him when he was in this mood. She closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for the first spurt. It came hot and heavy, coating her face, her neck, her chest. She could feel it dripping down her body, the sticky liquid leaving trails of white on her skin.She kept her eyes closed, her breath coming in short gasps as she waited for the next spurts.
Aryan's cock was still hard, his hand stroking it with slow, deliberate movements. Ropes of white arcing wildly, before falling on Vidya. The ropes came , and her face and tits acted as canvas. Soon, they looked like a Jackson Pollock painting, a masterpiece of Aryan's hyperspermia. Vidya's body was covered in his cum, her skin sticky and wet. She opened her eyes, just in time to see the ropes become a steady stream, coating her face, her neck, her tits. She could feel it dripping down her body, the sticky liquid leaving trails of white on her skin. She kept her eyes closed, her breath coming in short gasps as she waited for the next spurt. She could feel the heat of his body, the weight of his hand on her head, guiding her as he continued to stroke his cock. She could hear the sound of his breath, the soft grunts and moans that escaped his lips as he came, his body shuddering with each release.
When he finally finished, Aryan pulled back, his cock still hard in his hand. Vidya opened her eyes, looking up at him with a smile. "You know, I think I'm going to need another shower after that," she said. But Aryan didn’t reply, just exited the bathroom, having done what Vidya had needed from him in that particular moment.
Vidya, still under the shower, let the water wash away the remnants of their encounter. She could feel her body aching, her pussy throbbing from the intense pounding she had just received. She smiled to herself, her fingers tracing the lines of cum that still coated her skin. She knew she should get ready for her show, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, of completeness. She turned off the shower, stepping out onto the plush mat. She wrapped a towel around her body, tucking it in at the top, and walked out into the bedroom.
Aryan was sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard, his phone in his hand.
He looked up as Vidya walked in, his eyes taking in her towel-clad form and asked “You okay? That wasn’t too rough no?”.
His voice was filled with concern, his eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort. She walked towards him, her hips swaying with each step, her towel threatening to fall open with every movement. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her hands resting on his chest. "No, beta. It was perfect. Just what I needed," she said, her voice low and sultry. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, her tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.
“Help me get ready? I need to put that heavy saree and the makeup for the performance”, she said pulling back.
Aryan’s eyes were locked onto hers, his hands reaching up to cup her face, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks. “Ma, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You don’t need any makeup to be stunning,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. Vidya smiled, her heart warming at his words. She knew he meant it, and it meant the world to her. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, chaste kiss. “Thank you, beta. That means a lot to me,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. She pulled back, her hands reaching up to untie the towel that was wrapped around her body.
She reached the wall length mirror, letting her tits and ass bounce with her steps and began applying the makeup. Aryan joined in to help.
He reached for the makeup, his hands gentle as he applied the foundation to her face, his fingers tracing the lines of her jaw, her cheekbones, her forehead. Vidya closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. Aryan's hands were sure and steady, his fingers painting her face with a skill that belied his youth. He applied the concealer, the highlighter, the contour, each stroke precise and deliberate. Vidya could feel the transformation happening, her face becoming smoother, her features more defined. She opened her eyes, looking at Aryan in the mirror, a smile playing on her lips. Rubbing her ass on his hard cock, she managed to get it lodged between the two fat asscheeks she had. “Hey now”, he said, “ You’re not supposed to be doing that. You’re supposed to be getting ready for your show.” But Vidya just giggled, “Oh, I am getting ready, beta. I’m getting ready to fuck you again.” She lifted herself on her tiptoes, and with practiced ease lowered her asshole on his cock until she had him fully sheathed inside.
“Maa”, Aryan said sounding tired of her shenanigans even though it felt so good to feel her ass on his cock, “We have two hours before you have to be on stage, you can’t be doing this”. “Shhh”, Vidya said, “I know what I’m doing. I’ve done this a thousand times, remember?” She began to move her hips, her asshole clenching around his cock, her body moving in a rhythm that was as natural to her as breathing. Aryan’s hands continued to work on getting her ready, regardless she was trying her best to distract him. He applied the eyeshadow, the eyeliner, the mascara, each stroke precise and deliberate. Vidya could feel the transformation happening, her eyes becoming more defined, her lashes longer and darker. She looked at Aryan in the mirror, her eyes filled with desire, her body aching for his touch. “You know, I’ve always loved watching you do this,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “It’s so intimate, so personal. It’s like you’re touching my soul.” Aryan’s eyes met hers in the mirror, his hands pausing in their work. “You’re right, Ma. It is intimate. But it would go much faster if you stopped trying to fuck me every two seconds," Aryan replied, a smirk playing on his lips. Vidya giggled, her hips moving in slow circles, her asshole clenching around his cock. "Oh, beta. You know I can't help it. You're just too irresistible," she said, her voice filled with mischief. Aryan chuckled, his hands resuming their work, applying the blush to her cheeks, the highlighter to her cheekbones. "Well, try to resist for a little while longer. We don't want you to be late for your show," he said, his voice filled with a playful warning.
Vidya pouted, her hips still moving in slow circles, her asshole clenching around his cock. "But I want you, beta. I need you," she said, her voice filled with desire. Aryan's hands paused in their work, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. "I know you do, Ma. But not now. Not before your show. You need to rest, to focus. We can't have you too tired to dance," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. Vidya sighed, her hips slowing to a stop. She knew he was right, but she didn't want to admit it. “Alright, just cum in my throat once and I’ll get ready in max 5 no ten minutes, deal?”.
Vidya's eyes pleaded with him, her body still aching for his touch. Aryan looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and concern. He knew she was right, that he couldn't deny her this. He nodded, his hands reaching up to cup her face, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks. "Alright, Ma. But just once. And then you need to get ready," he said, his voice filled with a playful warning.
Vidya's eyes lit up at the agreement, her body already aching for his touch. She turned around, her hands reaching for the back of her head, her fingers tangling in her hair as she pulled it back , she also had to make sure his hard work on her makeup couldn’t be disturbed so there was only one way she could feed herself that cum. “Slide your cock in my throat beta, that way you won’t mess up my makeup”, she said, her voice filled with a sultry command. Aryan's eyes darkened, his cock throbbing at the thought. He stood up, his hands reaching for her hips, lifting her up and placing her on the dresser. He stepped between her legs, his cock pressing against her lips. Vidya opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting the precum that had gathered there. Aryan groaned, his hips jerking forward, his cock sliding into her mouth.
Vidya took him in, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, her gag reflex nowhere to be found. She looked up and nodded, a silent message to let him know to unload. He saw it and let go. No spraying ropes, this time his cock pulsed and released a steady stream of cum into her throat. Vidya swallowed it , with big gulps. Aryan stroked the base of his cock and more cum kept flowing. Vidya was drinking away and slowly her belly was filling up just how she wanted. When finally, the stream became a trickle
, she pulled back, her mouth still full, her cheeks bulging with Aryan's cum. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction, her body already aching for more. But she knew she had to get ready, that she couldn't keep him distracted any longer. She swallowed, her throat working to push down the last of his cum, her eyes never leaving his.
Vidya pulled back, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "There, that's better," she said, her voice hoarse from the effort, “See I told you , I can get ready in no time”. She hopped off the dresser, her body already moving towards the wardrobe where her saree was hung. Aryan watched her, his eyes taking in her naked form, his cock still hard and throbbing. He knew he should help her, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was a goddess, a vision of beauty and grace, and he was a lucky bastard to have her as his mother.
Vidya reached the wardrobe, her hands reaching for the hanger that held her saree. It was a deep red, the color of blood, the fabric shimmering in the light. In record time the two were dressed and in the backseat of a cab that was driving them to the auditorium. Vidya was in her saree, her hair styled in an elegant bun, her makeup flawless. Aryan was in a crisp white shirt and black pants, his hair styled in a way that made him look both sophisticated and approachable. He looked at his mother, his eyes filled with admiration and love. "You look stunning, Ma," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. You don't look so bad yourself," she replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She reached out, her hand resting on his thigh, her fingers tracing patterns on his leg.
As they entered the auditorium, Aryan gave her a chaste kiss on her cheek and wished her luck. Vidya went into the green room, while Aryan went to his usual front row seat. The green room was being emptied since the showstopper, the lead for the solo had showed up. Vidya was sitting on a chair, her eyes closed, her breath steady as she prepared herself for the performance. She could hear the soft murmurs of the crew, the rustling of fabric as they moved around her. She took a deep breath, her body relaxing as she let it out slowly. She was ready.
The music started, the beat of the tabla echoing through the auditorium. Vidya stood up, her body moving with the rhythm, her hands flowing through the air as she began her dance. She was a vision, her body moving with a grace and fluidity that was mesmerizing. Her eyes were closed, her face a picture of concentration as she lost herself in the dance. The audience was captivated, their eyes glued to her every movement. Aryan was no exception, his eyes never leaving her, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her.
As the music reached its crescendo, Vidya's body moved with a ferocity that was almost primal. She was a goddess, a force of nature, her body moving with a power and grace that was breathtaking. Even in the saree, her unearthly curves stood out , her hips swaying in a rhythm that was both sensual and mesmerizing. The audience was enraptured, their eyes glued to her every movement, their breaths held in anticipation of what was to come.
Aryan watched her from his seat, pride in his heart . She looked marvellous , her stage presence was unmatched. He could see the audience was enthralled, their eyes glued to her every movement. Every member of the audience could imagine that a goddess lay under those clothes, and they were right. But only one man didn’t need to imagine, he knew. He knew every curve, every inch of her body, every secret place. He knew her better than anyone else in the world. He knew her better than she knew herself.
The mesmerised crowd followed her every movement, their eyes wide with awe and admiration. Vidya's dance was a symphony of grace and power, her body a canvas painted with the brushstrokes of her art. She moved with a fluidity that was both mesmerising and sensual, her hips swaying in a rhythm that was both primal and divine. The saree she wore was a deep red, the colour of blood and passion, the fabric shimmering in the stage lights as she moved. Her hair was styled in an elegant bun, her makeup flawless, her eyes closed in concentration as she lost herself in the dance.
Vidya unbeknownst to everyone was imagining her son touching her, fucking her, cumming in and on her as she moved. The grace and fluidity in her dance was actually a reflection of the way she moved in bed with Aryan. The way she swayed her hips, the way she moved her hands, it was all a mirror of the way she moved when she was being fucked. The way she closed her eyes and lost herself in the music was the same way she closed her eyes and lost herself in the pleasure of his cock.Nobody besides her knew that.
The crescendo came soon, with her final pose, the audience erupted in applause. Vidya stood there, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat, a smile playing on her lips. She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Aryan's. She could see the pride in his eyes, the love.
He was the one who supported her through her hardwork, and her travels and everything in between. The pride in his eyes reflected every bit of the love he had for her. She blew him a kiss, her eyes twinkling with mischief, before turning to the audience to take her bows. The applause was deafening, the audience on their feet, their cheers echoing through the auditorium. Vidya soaked it in, her heart swelling with pride and joy. This was what she lived for, this was her passion, her calling. But as she looked out at the sea of faces, her eyes found Aryan's again, and she knew that there was more to her life than just this. There was him, her son.
In the green room, there was only silence that joined her after the show. She was still in her stage makeup, her body glistening with sweat, her saree disheveled from her exertions. She spent a few moments catching her breath, her heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush of the performance. She knew she had to change, to get out of the heavy saree and into something more comfortable. But she also knew that her son loved to fuck her after her performances, especially with her saree off, her blouse open so he could see her tits bounce. She loved it too, being entirely naked except just for the unhooked blouse for him. As she undraped her saree, she fumbled a text to him, "Come to the green room, beta. I need you." She knew he would come, he always did. She could hear his footsteps echoing in the empty auditorium as he made his way to her. She quickly slipped out of her saree, so only her green blouse remained on her. As Aryan walked in and locked the door to the room, she had her blouse unhooked, letting her tits free and loose. By the time Aryan was close to her he knew, she had called him to give him what he liked. He could see she was naked except for the blouse, her tits bouncing freely as she stood infront of the huge mirror placed especially for the artists in the green room.
Her eyes met his in the mirror, her lips curved into a sultry smile. "I thought you might like this," she said, her voice inviting, “I know how much you like to fuck me like this, after my performances. So , I thought I'd make it easy for you." She spread her legs showing him where she wanted him, to finish fucking her in the ass which he hadn’t done while she got dressed. Aryan loved this woman, a mother who had just finished a spectacular dance performance, now so willing for to let him use her right after it. He leaned over, leaving a tiny trail of kisses on her shoulders.
His hands reached around, cupping her breasts , kneading them lovingly. Vidya moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder, her eyes closed as she savored the feeling of his hands on her. "Thank you for…” he said, guiding his cock back to where she had wanted him for hours, “being the best mom in the world”. Vidya moaned, “unhhh uh huhh… ” as he slid into her asshole, her eyes rolling back in her head at the sensation, “it’s easy…ohhhh…fuckk…when your son…unnnhhh…is the best…unnhhh…best son too…”. Aryan chuckled, his hands still kneading her tits, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. “You like that, Ma? You like it when I fuck you like this?” he asked, his voice low and husky. Vidya nodded, her body moving in time with his, her asshole clenching around his cock. “Yes, beta. I love it. I love you,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. Aryan’s hands moved from her tits, one reaching up to cup her face, the other moving down to her clit, his fingers finding the sensitive nub and rubbing it in slow circles. “Uffff, thank you beta”, she moaned for his ministrations laced with love and care. “You’re welcome, Ma. I love making you feel good,” he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. Vidya’s body was on fire, her pussy throbbing, her asshole clenching around his cock as he continued to fuck her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the edge. “Oh god, beta. I’m going to cum,” she panted, her body moving in time with his, her hips bucking against him, her asshole clenching around his cock.“Cum for me, Ma. Cum on my cock,” Aryan said, his voice low and commanding. Soon she did, watching the both of them move in the mirror. It was a sexy sight with her son behind her , his hands on her tits, his cock buried deep in her ass. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock, the roughness of his hands as he kneaded her flesh. She could see the reflection of his face in the mirror, his eyes closed, his mouth open in a silent moan as he fucked her. She could see the muscles in his arms, the way they tensed and relaxed as he moved, the way his body glistened with sweat. His eyes locked onto her face in the mirror while he took his time stretching her hole with all the love he could muster.
He was in no rush, he wanted to savor every moment of this, of her. He could feel her body tensing, her asshole clenching around his cock as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. He slowed his pace, his hands still on her tits, his fingers still rubbing her clit, drawing out her pleasure. Vidya's body was shaking, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes closed as she savored the feeling of his cock inside her, his hands on her body.
Aryan leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive spot on her neck, his tongue tracing the line of her shoulder. “Jesus boy! Where do you go and learn all these tricks to make your mother cum like that?”, she half moaned, half laughed.
Aryan chuckled, his hands still moving, his cock still buried deep inside her. “I learn from the best, Ma. You taught me everything I know,” he replied, his voice filled with a playful teasing. Vidya's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his in the mirror. She could see the love in his eyes, the desire, the admiration. She reached up, her hand cupping his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw, and whispered “You do make me proud son, the way you’re slowly sliding in me, God it’s amazing”.
Aryan's eyes softened at her touch, his body relaxing into her, his cock throbbing inside her asshole. He leaned into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. "I love you, Ma," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. Vidya's heart swelled at his words, her body melting into his. "I love you too, beta," she replied, her voice filled with emotion. Their eyes locked, their bodies moving in sync, their love for each other palpable in the air. While he squeezed her tits, his cock in her ass, saying those soft words of love would have seemed unusual to anyone else , but for them, it was just another layer of intimacy they shared.
Vidya's body was still trembling from her orgasm, her asshole still clenching around his cock, her pussy still throbbing. Aryan whispered "You're so fucking beautiful, Ma, look at you, so damn beautiful”, he said as their eyes met in the mirror. Vidya’s eyes travelled to her own body as he asked.
She could see her tits, full and heavy, swaying with each thrust of his cock. Her nipples were hard, dark pink against her brown skin, begging to be touched. Her stomach was flat, her hips full, her thighs thick and strong. She could see the glistening of her pussy, the way it was dripping with her juices and his cum. She could see the way her asshole stretched around his cock, the way it clenched and released with each thrust. She looked like a goddess, a vision of pure, unadulterated lust. And she knew it.
“Do you like what you see, beta?” she asked, knowing the answer already. Aryan replied by pushing his cock deeper and Vidya got the answer. She smiled, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror. He did love that the goddess in the mirror always let him fuck her like this, her body on display for his pleasure.
“Let’s take this to our hotel room baby, I am sure we can find a better place to fuck than this green room”, Vidya said, her voice filled with a sultry invitation. Aryan nodded, his hands still on her tits, his cock still buried deep inside her. He didn't want to leave her, but he knew she was right. They needed more space, more privacy. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices and his cum. Vidya turned around, her eyes taking in the sight of his cock, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Let's get you cleaned up first," she said, her voice filled with a playful teasing, “ cum on my face and then let’s go”.
Aryan chuckled, his hands reaching for her face, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" he said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and desire. Vidya's eyes twinkled with mischief, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Only for you, beta," she replied, her voice filled with a sultry promise. He grabbed his cock, stroking it right infront of her face. His cock was primed to this for her always so it didn’t take long before a thick rope flew along with a bunch more. Vidya kept her mouth closed, eyes shut for she knew the load would be too much for her to handle.
She felt the first rope of cum hit her forehead, the warmth of it spreading across her skin. She could feel the next rope hit her cheek, then her chin, her neck. She could feel the cum dripping down her face, her chest, her tits. She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Aryan's. She could see the look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on his face, his eyes closed, his mouth open in a silent moan. With her face so close to his pulsing cock, the cum just splattered on to it. It covered her face, and didn’t stop there. Flowing down to her tits, giving them a fresh coat of that day.
She could feel the cum dripping off her, pooling in her cleavage, running down her stomach. She looked down at herself, her body glistening with Aryan's cum, her face covered in it. She looked like a fucking masterpiece, a work of art painted with his cum. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a hunger that was almost primal. "Fuck, that was hot," she said, her voice filled with a sultry growl. Aryan's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting hers. He looked at her, his eyes taking in the sight of her, his cum all over her. He groaned, his cock twitching at the sight. “You’re gonna wear that till the hotel room aren’t you, I can already see your brain thinking that”, he said pulling his pants back up.
Vidya looked at him, smiling that he already figured out her plan. “You know me too well, beta. I want to feel you dripping down my body all the way to the hotel”, she draped her saree back on, but put no effort in wiping any of the cum off her face. She wanted to feel Aryan's eyes on her, watching her, admiring her, as she walked through the auditorium, her body glistening with his cum.
Soon they were walking out to hail a cab to their room.
Vidya's saree was draped loosely around her, the red fabric shimmering in the dim light of the auditorium's exit. Her face was still glistening with Aryan's cum, the sticky substance making her skin shine. She could feel it dripping down her face, her neck, her chest, her tits. She could feel it pooling in her cleavage, running down her stomach, her thighs. Thankfully her tits were covered by the blouse and saree so it wasn’t as scandalous as it could have been. But she knew, anyone who looked closely would see the glistening of cum on her face, the way her saree clung to her body, the way her hair was disheveled. She didn't care, she wanted them to see, she wanted them to know that she was Aryan's, that she belonged to him, that he had marked her, claimed her.
Aryan walked behind her, his eyes never leaving her. He called the closest cab on the street. They slid quickly in the backseat , the driver's eyes flicking to the rearview mirror, taking in the sight of them. Vidya could see the curiosity in his eyes, the way he looked at her, at the cum on her face, on her body. She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "We're just a bit messy, aren't we?" she said, her voice filled with a playful teasing. The driver chuckled, his eyes flicking back to the road. "No worries, ma'am. I've seen worse," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and understanding. Vidya laughed, her body shaking with the force of it.
Aryan chuckled, his hand reaching out to steady her. "You're a mess, Ma," he said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and affection. Vidya looked at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "And you love it," she replied, her voice filled with a sultry promise. Aryan's eyes darkened, his gaze taking in the sight of her, the cum on her face, on her body. "I do," he said, his voice low and husky. "I love every fucking bit of it."
The cab pulled up to the hotel, the driver opening the door for them.
Vidya stepped out, her saree swirling around her, the cum still glistening on her face, her body. Aryan followed, his eyes never leaving her. They walked into the hotel, the concierge looking up from his desk, his eyes widening at the sight of them. Vidya smiled at him, but didn’t say anything given they knew Aryan was her son. They scurried to the elevator, Vidya's heart pounding in her chest, her body tingling with anticipation.
The elevator doors opened, and they stepped inside. Aryan pressed the button for their floor, his eyes never leaving Vidya. “Damn, I think he knew”, she grinned at her son.
Aryan smirked, “I think he did too.” Vidya's eyes widened, her breath hitching at the thought. “Fuck, that’s hot”, she said, her voice filled with a sultry growl. Aryan grinned at her reaction, he knew she had intended that to happen when she decided not to wipe his cum off. When the door opened into their room, Vidya walked first. The sun had set and the light pollution from the Mumbai skyline was illuminating the room with a soft, warm glow. She could see the balcony, the sliding doors open, the cool night breeze blowing in, the sound of the city humming softly in the background. She could see the king-sized bed, the crisp white sheets, the plush pillows. She could see the minibar, the tray of fresh fruit, the bottle of champagne chilling in the bucket. But all she could focus on was the mirror, the large, floor-to-ceiling mirror that took up one entire wall of the room. She could see herself in it, her saree draped loosely around her, her blouse unhooked, her tits free, her face glistening with Aryan's cum. Dropping all pretence as to why she had asked them to hurry back, she dropped her clothes too. She walked towards the open balcony that was letting in the cool night breeze, her body swaying with each step. She leaned over the balcony, looking over, blissful in her nakedness.
The city lights twinkled below, the sound of traffic a distant hum, the night air cool against her skin. When she turned around, Aryan was on a sofa, taking photos of her on his phone. A smile came to her lips as she watched him, his eyes never leaving her, his phone capturing every inch of her. She beckoned him with her finger. Every move of her was captured, as he moved closer, his phone still in his hand. She could see the bulge in his pants, his cock hard and ready. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire, the love. She could see the way he looked at her, like she was a goddess, a vision, a dream come true. She was all that and more, and she knew it. She was his mother, his lover, his everything. And he was hers.
He stopped in front of her, his eyes taking in the sight of her, his phone still capturing every moment. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock, her fingers stroking him through his pants. She could feel him, hard and ready, pulsing with need. “You know why I am standing here in the balcony right? We’re not in our city anymore, no one here knows me or you personally” she whispered , pulling his pants down for him to step out. Aryan let her do that, and stepped out. He replied as Vidya 's hand wrapped around his cock, "I know, Ma. I know you want them to see you, to see us. You want them to know that you're mine, that I own you." His voice was low, husky, filled with a primal possessiveness that sent shivers down Vidya's spine. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own. "Yes, now bend me over, put me anyway you want. Just get that big fat filthy cock in me as fuck me as long as you want , right here okay?”.
Aryan moved gently, his hands on her hips, guiding her to the edge of the balcony. The cool night air kissed her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel the rough texture of the balcony railing against her stomach as she leaned over, her tits hanging freely, her ass sticking out, ready for him. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the way he looked at her, like she was a feast laid out just for him. She could hear the sound of his zipper, the rustle of his clothes as he undressed, the thud of his pants hitting the floor. “Hold this phone ma, and record. You’ll know when to start”, he said wetting his cock with her juices.
Vidya nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she took the phone from him and placed it on the balcony railing, the camera pointed at her. She could see the reflection of her body in the screen, her tits bouncing freely. She knew to record , because Aryan’s cock was halfway up her ass and she had to grab the railing to steady herself. She could feel the cool metal against her palms, the rough texture digging into her skin. She could feel the heat of Aryan's body behind her, the hardness of his cock as he slid it in and out of her asshole, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. She could hear the sound of their bodies slapping together, the wet sound of her asshole stretching around his cock, the sound of their moans filling the night air.
“Since when do we make these videos son?” , Vidya asked, having finally found a stable footing.
Her voice was breathy, her words punctuated by the force of Aryan's thrusts. Aryan chuckled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Since now, Ma. I want to watch us later, watch you taking my cock like this," he said, his voice low and husky. Vidya moaned, her body tensing at his words. "Fuck, that's hot," she said, “just don’t go putting it anywhere online, and I’ll let you make so many more of these videos”.
Aryan continued his thrusts, slow and loving, his hands on her tits, squeezing and pulling her back on his cock. “Look at my tits go baby, your pumps are making them sway in such a sexy way. Oh come on, how can you be so sexy son, it’s not fair”, Vidya moaned, her eyes flicking to the phone screen, watching her tits bounce with each thrust. Aryan's hands moved from her hips, one reaching up to cup her tit, the other moving to her throat. "It's not my fault you're so fucking sexy, Ma," he replied. When Vidya saw his hand on the throat in the phone screen, she could have sworn she was in a porno. The scene was so hot, so filthy, so fucking perfect. She could feel the pressure of his hand around her throat.
"Harder, beta. Choke me harder," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. Aryan's hand tightened around her throat, even though he was surprised by her ask. Vidya hadn’t shown interest in bdsm, except for when he had once slapped her tits. But this was different, she was asking for it. Aryan looked at her, her eyes dazed in pleasure as his hand choked her and his cock slid in her ass. He did as she asked and her response was to let him slid his cock all the way in.
She could feel the pressure building in her head, the blood rushing in her ears, the world around her fading away. All she could feel was Aryan, his cock in her ass, his hand around her throat, his body against hers.
"Fuck, Ma. You look so fucking beautiful like this," Aryan groaned, his eyes taking in the sight of her on the phone , his hand still around her throat. Vidya opened her eyes, and saw what he was seeing on the screen. His hand choking her, her tits swaying with this thrusts and his hips rolling and sliding his cock in her ass. She knew why he was doing it, she had asked for it, but she didn't know why she had asked for it. She had never been into this before, but there was something about the way he was looking at her, the way he was touching her, that made her want to try it. She wanted to see what it felt like, to feel what it was like to be choked, to be fucked like this, to be his.
She could feel him behind her, the hardness of his cock as he slid it in and out of her asshole, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. She did look astonishing in that position, like that. If this was released to an audience the video would have done numbers , but Aryan had no intention of sharing this. This was for their eyes only. He could feel her body tensing, her asshole clenching around his cock, her breath coming in short gasps. He knew she was close, he could feel it in the way her body moved, the way her moans echoed in the night air. He wanted to make her cum, he wanted to feel her cum on his cock, he wanted to see her face as she did.
"Come on, Ma. Cum for me. Let me feel you cum on my cock," he said, his voice low and husky. "Fuck, yes. Yessssss” Vidya bellowed and came apart. She trembled and shook, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Ethan pulled out and sat her down on one of the lounge chairs on the balcony, and sat on one himself, taking the phone up and putting it away.
“So , mother dear, how are you feeling?”, he asked gently stroking his still hard cock casually.
Vidya, still catching her breath, looked at him with a sly smile. "I feel like I've just been fucked senseless by my son," she said, her voice filled with a sultry satisfaction. Aryan chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And how does that make you feel?" he asked, his voice filled with a playful curiosity. Vidya's eyes darkened, her gaze never leaving his. "You know the answer. Do I need to bend over and show it again?”, her words came out like a nonchalant challenge. Aryan's eyes flashed with the same fire as hers. He knew she was teasing him, he didn’t mind, especially after the way she had just cum on his cock.
After catching her breath Vidya found herself back at the balcony leaning against it to feel the breeze coming in. She was still naked, and happy to be her son’s eye candy . As the wind settled, rain began to pour down . That made Vidya want to fulfil her most erotic fantasy, especially with her son.
She had always wanted to fuck in the rain, and now, with the city lights twinkling below, the rain pouring down, and her son's cock hard and ready, she knew this was her chance.
"Come here, beta," she said, her voice low and sultry. Aryan looked at her, his eyes holding a question.
Vidya smiled, her eyes filled with a sultry promise. "I want to fuck in the rain, beta," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "As the rain drops on me, I want you stretching my hole. Then cum on me baby, pour it all on me and let the rain slide it all over me. Will you do that? My ass is still gaping for you, I won’t say no if you want to go rough even”. She was trying make the idea as appealing as possible.
Aryan didn’t really need any encouragement. His mother looked like a goddess, better than most pornstars online. The fact that she was standing naked in the hotel balcony, and was willing to let him fuck her, that in itself made him consider himself lucky. He stood up, walking upto her. He said nothing, but his hands grabbed her waist, placing her at the most visible side of the balcony. Where anyone with a telescope or a good pair of binoculars could see them. Vidya was good with that too, so she didn’t complain.
Then she felt his hand on the small of her back, arching her so her face and tits took the rain most, and her ass rose up to meet his cock. Then just as wordlessly , he slid into her, his cock stretching her asshole wide open. There was no foreplay, no sweet whispers. Just a steady, slow fucking of Vidya’s ass by Aryan’s cock. The rain pounded against her skin, the sound of it a steady drumbeat that matched the rhythm of their bodies. She could feel the cool drops hitting her face, her tits, her stomach, her thighs. She could feel them sliding down her body, mixing with the sweat that was already beading on her skin.
Vidya leaned forward, her hands gripping the railing, her body arching back to meet Aryan’s thrusts.
The rain was coming down harder now, the drops stinging against her skin, the wind whipping around them. Aryan’s fucking was giving her so much joy, her fantasy coming to life so vividly. When his pace became a very lazy rhythm, as if just to enjoy her ass, the depths of it, she knew he loved her. He could have instead taken up the opportunity to fuck her harder, but he didn’t. He was showing her how much he cared, how much he loved her. Vidya’s heart swelled with love and gratitude for her son. She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, her body shivering with pleasure and the cold rain.
Aryan’s hands moved from her waist to her tits, his fingers pinching her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Vidya gasped, her body arching back into his touch. She could feel the rain hitting her back, her ass, her thighs, the cool drops mixing with the heat of their bodies. “On your knees ma”, her son said softly.
Vidya complied, her body shivering with the cold rain on her skin. She could feel the rough texture of the balcony floor against her knees, the cool metal of the railing against her hands as she steadied herself. She looked up at Aryan. “Stroke it ma, let it cum on you”, he said. Vidya smiled and complied.
She reached up, her hand wrapping around Aryan's cock, her fingers stroking him gently. She could feel the hardness of him, the heat of his skin, the wetness of his precum. She looked up at him, dazed in the feel of him, the rain, the city lights. He was looking down at her, as if he would devour her, and she wanted him to.
His cock was pulsing, swelling in her hand, she aimed it at her face. Th twitching cock let go, a thick rope of cum shooting out, hitting her cheek.
Vidya moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as the hot liquid hit her skin. She could feel it dripping down her face. She could feel it mixing with the rain, the cool drops washing away the warmth of his cum.
Her son, ever the stud had his cock pumping on her face and she wouldn’t have been anywhere else in the world.
She opened her eyes, her gaze locked with his as she felt another rope of his cum hit her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. She stuck out her tongue, catching the next rope, tasting him, savoring him. She could feel the rain washing away the cum, but she didn't care. She wanted more, she wanted it all.
Aryan's hands moved to her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her, controlling her. She let him, she loved it. She loved the way he took charge, the way he used her, the way he claimed her. His spray of cum then changed to a torrent, and he let it flow all over her face. The hot liquid coated her skin, dripping down her face , then falling off onto her big creamy tits.
Vidya's moans were drowned out by the sound of the rain, but she could feel the vibrations of her son's groans as he emptied himself onto her. The rain continued to pound against her skin, washing away the remnants of his cum, but she didn't mind. She wanted it all, every last drop.
Aryan's hands forced her to look at him, as he doused her huge tits with his outpour of cum. There was a new kind of love she saw in his eyes as cum kept coating her tits. She knew he loved her, but this was different.
Her hands automatically moving to he tits , holding them up, rubbing his cum into them as his torrent continued to pour down on her. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the way he looked at her, like she was a goddess, a vision, a dream come true.
“So fucking hot”, she said looking at him, “please get back in my ass, pleaseeeee” she pleaded.
Aryan grinned at her, his eyes taking in the sight of her, his cum coating her skin, her tits, her face. He could see the way she looked at him, the way she wanted him, the way she needed him. He didn’t have to move her, she was already bending over the railing, letting her tits hang over the balcony, her face out as well for anyone to look at her.
She was a sight to behold, her body glistening with his cum, her skin flushed from the rain and the cold. He could see the way her asshole was gaping, still stretched from his cock, still waiting for him.
Aryan moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his cock already hard and ready. He slid back in, and Vidya moaned for him, as lewd as she could be “ Fuck, yes. Just like that, baby. Fill me up. Fuck my ass.” She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her, owning her. The rain was still pouring down, the wind whipping around them, but all she could feel was Aryan, his cock in her ass, his hands on her hips, his body against hers.
He started to move, slow and steady, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her. Vidya could feel the pressure of his thrusts pushing her against the cold and wet railing. It was the most erotic moment in her life. To be getting fucked by her son in the pouring rain, on the balcony of a Mumbai hotel, with the city lights twinkling below , she was
in a dream. She could feel every inch of him, every thrust, every roll of his hips. She could feel the cool rain against her skin, the hot cum that was still dripping down her face and tits, the rough texture of the balcony railing against her palms.
Aryan's hands moved from her hips to her waist so she wouldn’t fall off the balcony. He leaned over her, his body covering hers, his cock sliding in and out of her asshole with a steady rhythm. She could feel his breath on her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as he whispered in her ear. "You're so fucking sexy, Ma. I love fucking you like this," he said, his voice low and husky.
Vidya moaned, her body arching back into his touch. “Mmmm, all yours beta, I am yours." she said, her voice filled with a sultry satisfaction. His cock was in her ass, doing exactly what she wanted it to do.
Aryan's hands moved from her hips to her waist, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her, controlling her.
He pulled her up, her back against his chest, his cock still buried deep in her ass. He turned her around, her back to the balcony, his body pressing her against the cold metal railing. “Are we stopping beta?” She asked as his cock slid out while he turned her to face him. “No, no” he said reassuringly, “just wanted to look at you while I use your ass”. Vidya felt a soft feeling of warmth spread through her at his words. He wanted to look at her, to see her, to watch her as he fucked her. She felt a sense of pride and pleasure at that. She was his, and he was hers, and this was their moment, their dance, their song.
Aryan's hands moved to her thighs, lifting her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her asshole, ready to slide back in. She looked into his eyes, her gaze filled with a sultry promise. "Then take me, beta. Use me. Make me yours," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands reached down, she needed both of them to grab his cock and guide it back into her ass. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her asshole, the pressure building, the sensation of being stretched, filled, owned. She moaned, her head falling back, her eyes closing as he slid into her, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her.
Aryan's hands moved to her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he lifted her up, his cock sliding out of her asshole. He lowered her back down, his cock sliding back in, filling her up. He repeated this motion, lifting her up and lowering her down, his cock sliding in and out of her asshole, his pace steady, his rhythm perfect. “Ohhh…so good…you fuck me sooo…so good”, Vidya moaned, her voice filled with pleasure, her body writhing in his arms.
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