Chapter 4: Crossing the First Threshold
Vidya's eyes fluttered open, her body still heavy with sleep. She felt a warmth between her legs, a wetness that was not her own. She looked down and saw her son's cum, thick and sticky, coating her thighs, her pussy, her ass. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of satisfaction. She stretched languidly, her body arching, her tits lifting. Then as she swallowed as a natural reflex, she felt the heavy load of cum residing there, what had not flown down her throat.
She looked up at Aryan, her eyes filled with a soft sleepy light, who was in the balcony sipping coffee, looking fresh after his shower. She asked him, “ Did you...did you make a mess of me, beta?”, her voice still filled with a soft, sleepy haze. Aryan looked at her, his eyes filled with a mischievous glint. “You could say that, Ma. After you said I could fuck you in your sleep, I couldn't resist. I filled you up, every hole. You were so peaceful, so beautiful. I didn't want to wake you, so I just... took what I wanted," Aryan said, his voice filled with a deep, satisfied tone. Vidya's eyes widened, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing, accepting. "Every hole?" she asked, her voice filled with a soft, surprised curiosity. Aryan nodded, his eyes filled with a mischievous glint. "Mmmhmm. Your pussy, your ass, your mouth”.
Vidya’s eyes roamed over her body where his cum was still dripping, her mind trying to process what had happened. Vidya’s cheeks flushed, her body heating up at his words. “Jesus, you took my words and went straight to town, didn’t you?” she said, her voice sounding amused. “I guess I should be glad you didn't draw pictures on me with your cum." Aryan chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Don't tempt me, Ma. I might just do that next time," he said, his voice filled with a playful threat. Vidya rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "There won't be a next time, beta. I was just giving you a one-time pass," she said, her voice filled with a mock sternness. Aryan's smile faded, his eyes filled with a soft, serious look. “Oh no no no ma.
You can’t be serious,” Aryan said, his voice filled with a soft, pleading tone. Vidya looked at him, her eyes filled with a soft, amused light. “Mhm, what exactly did you think I agreed to , mind elaborating?”. Aryan said, “ I thought you meant... well, that I could use you like this whenever I wanted, as long as you were asleep. You know, free rein, no questions asked.” His eyes were wide, pleading, his voice filled with a soft, hopeful tone.
Vidya raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Free rein, huh? That's quite the assumption, beta. I never said anything about that.” She stretched languidly, her body arching, her tits lifting, her son's cum still dripping from her holes.
Aryan's eyes followed her movements, his cock twitching at the sight. “But you said... you said I could fuck you in your sleep.
I thought that meant... well, that I could use you like this whenever I wanted," Aryan said, his voice filled with a soft, hopeful tone. Vidya chuckled, a low, sultry sound that made Aryan's cock twitch. You always were a bit of a horny little thing, weren't you?" she said, her voice filled with a playful mockery. Aryan's cheeks flushed, his eyes filled with a soft, embarrassed look. "Ma, please. Don't make me beg," he said, his voice filled with a soft, pleading tone.
She sat up, her tits bouncing slightly, and looked at Aryan with a playful smirk. "Begging? That's not very becoming of a Balan, is it?" she said, her voice filled with a mocking tone. Aryan's eyes widened, his cock twitching at the sight of her tits. I just want to know if I can... if I can keep doing this," he said, his voice filled with a soft, pleading tone. Vidya chuckled, “okay okay. I was kidding alright. I meant what I said last night. As long as I’m sleeping, you may have your way with me. But only then, beta. When I’m awake, you’ll have to ask for my permission," Vidya said, a sure confident acceptance in her voice. Aryan's eyes lit up, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Really, Ma? You mean it?" he asked, Vidya chuckled, "Yes, beta. I mean it. Now may I go shower, since you seem to already have taken one”.
Aryan rejoicing at the acquiescing Vidya just nodded, going back to his coffee. Vidya got up, her body still sticky with Aryan's cum, and walked towards the bathroom. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her ass sway with each step. She knew she was putting on a show, her body language screaming 'fuck me'. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her nipples hardening at the thought of him watching her. She wanted him to follow her, to take her again, but she also wanted to tease him, to make him wait.
She turned the shower on, letting the water warm up. She looked at herself in the mirror, her reflection showing a woman who had been well-used. Her asshole leaked copious amounts of cum, her pussy lips were swollen and red, her tits bore the marks of teeth and fingers. She smiled at herself, a satisfied, smug smile. She turned to the shower, stepping in and letting the hot water cascade over her body. She could feel the cum washing away, down the drain, and she felt a pang of regret. She wanted to keep it, to keep him inside her, to keep the feeling of fullness that he gave her.
She heard the bathroom door open, and she knew it was him. She didn't turn around, just stood there, letting the water run over her body. She heard him undress, heard the rustle of fabric hitting the floor. She didn’t bother talking, didn’t bother looking back. She stepped to the wall of the shower, bracing it and lifting her ass up. She didn’t want words , didn’t want to talk. She wanted him to take her, to use her, to fill her up again. She felt his hands on her hips, his cock pressing against her asshole. He didn’t wait, didn’t tease. He pushed in, hard and deep, filling her up completely. She moaned, her body arching, her tits pressing against the cold tile. He began to move, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock pounding into her.
“Fucking finally”, she sighed , her voice filled with relief and pleasure. “You took your sweet time, beta.”
Aryan chuckled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “I was enjoying the view, Ma. Your ass is fucking gorgeous, all red and puffy from my cock.”
Vidya moaned, his words sending a jolt of pleasure through her. “Keep talking like that, and I might just let you fuck me awake too.”
Aryan grinned, his pace quickening. “I’ll keep that in mind, Ma. But for now, I’m going to enjoy this tight little ass of yours.”
He reached around, his hand finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Vidya moaned as she got thoroughly used up. Every inch of her insides let out a gush of cum, as if her body was a well that Aryan was draining. Her pussy was a mess, dripping with his cum, her asshole was leaking it too. She could feel it running down her thighs, her ass, her pussy lips. She loved the feeling of being filled up, of being used. It made her feel alive, desired, wanted.
Aryan's cock was a beast, pounding into her relentlessly. He was grunting with each thrust, his body slapping against hers. His hands were rough on her hips, gripping her tightly, pulling her back onto his cock. His hands found her tits and his rough treatment of them made her moan louder. He was squeezing them, pinching her nipples, making her writhe in pleasure. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, his pace quickening, his relaxed posture making her wonder if she was made only to be used by him.
Aryan’s steady pounding continued and Vidya had no problem letting him hear her moans of pleasure “aaahhhh, so good…so fucking good…just never stop fucking me …I’ll never stop bending over for you everyday…”. Aryan was encouraged, his pace quickening, his hands gripping her hips tighter, his cock slamming into her asshole with a force that made her gasp. He was relentless, his body slapping against hers, his cock filling her completely, stretching her to the limit.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck…oh fuckkkkkkkk”, Vidya cried out as an orgasm rippled through her. Aryan’s cock’s relentlessness assault prolonged her pleasure, her body tensing and then releasing in waves. When he finally slowed and eventually pulled out, Vidya had to brace herself against the shower wall to keep from collapsing.
Aryan turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He looked at Vidya, his eyes filled with a soft, satisfied look. “You okay, Ma?” he asked, his voice filled with a soft, concerned tone. Vidya nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “More than okay, beta,” she said, her voice filled with a soft, satisfied tone. “You always know how to make a girl feel good.” Aryan chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“You didn’t cum this time though, why?”, she asked wrapping a towel on herself.
Aryan’s eyes followed her movements, his gaze lingering on her tits, her ass as he replied “Well, you had so much of my cum leaking out of you from last night. I thought you could use a little break ma”, his eyes still locked on her tits.
Vidya smirked, “A break? Mmm… I don’t remember asking for one, beta. I quite enjoy the taste of you, you know.” She walked towards him, her towel dropping to the floor, leaving her naked and glistening. Aryan's eyes widened, his cock twitching at the sight of her. “Ma, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice filled with a soft, surprised tone. “I'm giving you a choice, beta.
You can either fuck me again, or I can suck your cock until you cum,” Vidya said, her voice filled with a sultry, confident tone. She stood before him, her body glistening with water, her tits heavy and full, her nipples hard and erect. Aryan's eyes roamed over her body, his cock twitching at the sight of her. He swallowed hard, “well on your knees and open your mouth then”. Vidya absolutely loved hearing that, and she did as she was told.
She dropped to her knees, ready to receive. She let her tits up, as an offering, her hands on her thighs, supporting her pose of submission. Aryan's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, his cock twitching with anticipation. He reached out, his hand cupping her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. "You're so fucking beautiful, Ma," he said, his voice filled with a deep, reverent tone. Vidya smiled, her eyes filled with a soft, satisfied light. "So why don’t you put me to good use? Fuck my face and let me drink all that cum you've been holding back," Vidya said. Aryan didn’t make her wait. He grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times before positioning it at her lips. Vidya opened her mouth wide, knowing this wasn’t going to be like the gentle blowjob from last night.
She braced herself, her hands gripping his thighs, her tits heaving with anticipation. Aryan didn’t waste time, he pushed his cock into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat immediately. It quickly slid in further using the length of the warm wet canal. There was no gag reflex, just a deep, guttural moan from Vidya as she took him in. Aryan's hands found her hair, gripping it tightly, guiding her head back and forth. He was fucking her face, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
As he moved her head up and down on his length, he also pushed his cock in her. All that thrusting allowed his big cock to travel past her throat, enter her belly. Vidya could feel her stomach stretching to accommodate his size, and it was a sensation she had never experienced before. It was incredibly arousing. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the feeling of his hands gripping her hair tightly, the sound of his grunts as he fucked her face.
Aryan's pace quickened, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper into her throat.. She didn't mind, she wanted to feel it, wanted to feel him use her like this. She opened her mouth wider, letting him slide in even further. Now with him reaching those depths, with each of his thrusts Aryan’s cock started going down right from her mouth, gliding on her tongue , down to her throat and entering her belly, Then back up to her mouth. This was so surreal, to feel her tongue caressing his cock until the tip of his cock resided in her mouth, then feeling it slide down her throat and into her belly. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming that she was finding it hard to breathe. But she didn’t care, she wanted to feel it, wanted to feel him use her like this.
Aryan's pace quickened, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper into her throat. Vidya could feel her stomach stretching to accommodate his size, her throat burning from the force of his thrusts. But she didn’t care, everything he was doing in that moment was so hot .
“Here it comes ma”, he said sliding forward , his cock going deep into her throat, his balls slapping against her chin. She could feel his cock throbbing, his body tensing. She braced herself, her hands gripping his thighs tightly, her tits heaving with anticipation. She wanted it, wanted to feel him cum, wanted to taste him.
Aryan let out a deep, guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he released a torrent of cum into her belly. Vidya could feel it, hot and thick, filling her up, stretching her stomach. She swallowed as much as she could, but it was too much, too fast. She could feel it leaking out of her mouth, running down her chin, her neck, her tits. She looked up at Aryan, no regrets in her eyes for having pushed him to be so rough with her. Instead, she was filled with a sense of satisfaction, of pride. She had made him cum like that, had taken all of him, had given him what he needed. She licked her lips, tasting him, savoring him. "Mmm, you taste so good, beta," she said, her voice filled with a sultry, satisfied tone. Aryan was still standing there, his cock still in her mouth, his body still tense. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a soft, amazed look. "You're incredible, Ma," he said, his voice filled with a deep, reverent tone.
He pulled out of her mouth, his cock still hard, still leaking cum. Vidya looked up at him, her eyes filled with a soft, satisfied light. "I aim to please, beta," she said, her voice filled with a sultry, confident tone. She got up, her body still glistening with water and cum, and walked towards the sink. She grabbed a towel and wiped her face, her neck, her tits. She could feel Aryan's eyes on her, watching her every move. She turned to him, a playful smirk on her lips. "What are you waiting for?
Come here," Vidya said, her voice filled with a sultry, commanding tone. Aryan didn't need to be told twice. He dropped his towel, his cock still hard and leaking cum, and walked towards her. Vidya turned to face him, her eyes roaming over his body, taking in every inch of his athletic physique. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it gently. "You're still so hard, beta," she said, her voice filled with a soft, surprised tone. Aryan chuckled, his eyes filled with a mischievous glint. "You always know how to make a man feel good, Ma," he said.
Vidya smirked, her hand still stroking his cock, her eyes locked onto his. "I aim to please, beta," she replied. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Now, what do you want to do with me?" she whispered, her voice filled with a, teasing tone. Aryan snickered, “my plan mom was for us to go out for breakfast before our flight back home. But if you have some other…” he let the sentence trail off.
Vidya chuckled, her hand still stroking his cock. “Oh, I have an idea or two, beta. Let’s do one thing..”she said spreading her legs, “you tell me about the breakfast plan, while…” her hand took his cock and guided it to her pussy, “you fuck me nice and slow, just like you did last night. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up, while we talk about our day.”
With that Vidya turned to the mirror, putting on a long, loose top on her, leaving her bottom bare to be used by her son. She could see him in the mirror, his eyes locked onto her ass, his cock twitching at the sight. She knew he was enjoying the view, and she loved putting on a show for him.
“So, beta, where’s this cafe for breakfast?” she asked, her voice filled with a casual, conversational tone while she raised and lowered her pussy on his cock gingerly. Aryan was enjoying the sensation far too much to care about the cafe, but since she asked, he replied, "It's a little place by the beach, Ma. They have the best masala omelette in Mumbai. And the coffee is amazing too," Aryan said, his voice filled with a soft, distracted tone. Vidya chuckled, her pussy clenching around his cock at the mention of coffee. "Mmm, I could use a good cup of coffee," she said, her voice filled with a sultry, teasing tone. She could feel him moving inside her, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy at a slow, steady pace. She loved the feeling of him inside her, loved the way he filled her up, stretched her out. She began applying the usual creams and lotions, as if there was nothing unusual about her son fucking her while she prepared for the day.
Aryan, on the other hand, was having a hard time focusing on anything but the sensation of her pussy wrapped around his cock. He watched her in the mirror, her hands moving over her body, her tits bouncing slightly with each thrust. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing.
“So, do we come back to the hotel after breakfast or straight to airport?”, she asked lowering her pussy on his cock slowly and deliberately. Aryan’s eyes were glued to her ass, his eyes watching her slow movements. He barely managed a reply.
“Uh, airport, I guess. Why? Did you wanna come back for something ma?” He asked finding hard to keep a conversation going while his mother was being the sexiest slut he had ever seen. Vidya chuckled, her pussy clenching around his cock at the mention of coming. “Mmm, I don’t think I’ll need anything from here, beta. But if you want to come back, we could always...” she paused, her eyes meeting his in the mirror, a wicked glint in them, “...take a little detour on the way to the airport.” She wiggled her ass, her pussy sliding down his cock, taking him in deeper. Aryan groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Fuck, Ma. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that,” he said, his voice filled with a strained tone.
Vidya smirked, her eyes locked onto his in the mirror. “Is that a problem, beta?” she asked, her voice filled with a sultry, teasing tone. Aryan shook his head, his eyes filled with a desperate look. “No, Ma.
It’s not a problem at all,” Aryan said, his voice filled with a strained, eager tone. Vidya chuckled, her pussy clenching around his cock, making him groan. “Good,” she said, her voice filled with a satisfied, sultry tone. “Because I have a few ideas for that detour.” She leaned forward, her tits pressing against the counter, her ass sticking out, inviting him to fuck her harder. Aryan took the hint, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his pace quickening. He began to pound into her, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy at a steady, relentless pace.
Vidya moaned, her body arching, her tits pressing against the counter. “See isn’t it better when you fuck me like this, beta? When you take control, use me like your personal fucktoy?” she said, her voice filled with a breathless, sultry tone. Aryan groaned, his pace quickening, his cock slamming into her pussy with a force that made her gasp. You’re so tight. Your pussy feels so good,” he said, his voice filled with a strained, eager tone. Vidya chuckled, her pussy clenching around his cock at the mention of her pussy. “Mmm, I’m glad you like it, beta. Now, tell me, is there a place anywhere close to the cafe where I could let you take my ass for a quickie?” she asked breathing heavy as he continued to pound into her. Aryan , his face a mask of concentration, nodded. “There might be a place, Ma. There’s this little alleyway behind the cafe. It’s secluded, and no one ever goes there. We could...” he paused, his eyes locked onto her ass in the mirror, “...we could fuck you there. Fuck you hard and fast, just like you like it.”
Vidya smirked, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. “Mmm, that sounds perfect, beta. But first, let’s finish what we started,” she said, her voice filled with a sultry, teasing tone. She began to move her hips, her pussy sliding up and down his cock at a slow, steady pace. She had cum enough times that now she was just enjoying the sensation of him inside her, the feeling of fullness, the way her body responded to his touch. She looked at him in the mirror, her eyes filled with a soft, satisfied light. "You're so good at this, beta," she said, her voice filled with a soft, appreciative tone. Aryan chuckled, “seriously ma, we better get going. We don’t want to miss our flight.” Vidya nodded, her pussy clenching around his cock at the mention of leaving. “Mmm, you’re right. But first, let me make you cum, baby. I want to feel you fill me up before we go.” She began to move her hips faster, her pussy sliding up and down his cock at a steady, relentless pace. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her tits heaving. She reached down, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with her movements. Aryan groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his pace quickening to match hers. “Okay, you want my cum, here it is”, he said and let out a deep, guttural groan as he released a torrent of cum into her pussy. Vidya moaned, her body tensing as she felt him fill her up, her pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to pump her full of his cum. She could feel it leaking out of her, running down her thighs, her ass. She loved the way his cum felt inside her, the way it made her feel alive, desired, wanted.
Aryan pulled out of her, his cock still hard and leaking cum.
Vidya turned to face him, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Mmm, that was just what I needed, beta," she said, her voice filled with a soft, content tone. She reached down, her fingers collecting the cum that was leaking out of her pussy, bringing it to her lips, licking it clean. Aryan watched her, his eyes filled with a hungry, amazed look.
“Let’s get going”, she said finally pulling up a pair of loose trousers to match her top. She walked towards him, her hips swaying, her tits bouncing slightly with each step. She stopped in front of him, her eyes locked onto his. “But first, I want a kiss,” she said, her voice filled with a sultry, teasing tone. Aryan didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned in, his lips finding hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting himself on her. Vidya moaned, her body pressing against his, her hands finding his hair, pulling him closer. She could feel his cock, still hard and leaking cum, pressing against her stomach. She broke the kiss, her eyes filled with a wicked glint.
Once ready to leave, the gathered the baggages and headed out. The hotel was a short walk from the cafe, and the sun was already high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets of Mumbai. Vidya walked beside Aryan, her hand in his, her hips swaying gently with each step. She was wearing a loose, flowing top that left little to the imagination, and a pair of loose, form-fitting slacks that hugged her ass perfectly. She could feel Aryan's eyes on her, taking in every curve, every movement. She loved the way he looked at her, loved the way he appreciated her body.
After a short walk, they reached the cafe, a small, cozy place with a view of the beach. The aroma of fresh coffee and spices filled the air, making Vidya's stomach rumble. They took a seat by the window, the sun streaming in, casting a warm glow over the table. Aryan ordered their usual, masala omelette and filter coffee, while Vidya browsed through the menu, her eyes lingering on the sweeter options.
"Ma, you should try the pancakes here. They're amazing," Aryan suggested, his eyes scanning the menu.
Vidya looked up at him, a playful smirk on her lips. "Mmm, I thought you wanted to keep me in shape, beta.
But if you insist," Vidya said, her voice filled with a sultry, teasing tone. She closed the menu, her eyes locked onto Aryan's. "I'll have the pancakes then. With extra syrup and whipped cream. And a side of your cum, if you're up for it." Aryan chuckled, “well can’t really pull my cock out to cum on them here ma, for now let’s just enjoy the breakfast”. Vidya pouted, “oh, you’re no fun. But you’re right, let’s enjoy this. I’m starving.” They both dug into their food, the conversation flowing easily between them. Aryan told her about his latest math problem, and Vidya shared stories from her dance classes. The sun continued to stream in through the window, casting a warm, golden glow over the table. Vidya's eyes sparkled as she laughed, her tits bouncing slightly with each chuckle. Aryan couldn't help but stare, his cock twitching at the sight of her.
Her tits were heaving with each laugh, her nipples hard and erect, visible through the thin fabric of her top. Once they finished their breakfast, Vidya leaned back in her chair and Aryan finished up the payment.
As they walked out of the cafe, the warm breeze from the beach hit their faces. Vidya took a deep breath, letting the saltwater air fill her lungs. She looked at Aryan, a playful smile on her lips. "So, where is this little alleyway you were telling me about?" she asked, her voice filled with a sultry, teasing tone.
Aryan chuckled, his eyes scanning the area. "It's just around the corner, Ma. Come on," he said, taking her hand and leading her down the bustling street. They turned the corner, and there it was - a narrow, secluded alleyway, hidden from the main street.
The sun was still shining, but the alleyway was shaded, the air cool and damp. Vidya could hear the distant sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the scent of saltwater and spices filling the air. She looked at Aryan, her eyes filled with a wicked glint. "This is perfect, beta," she said, her voice filled with a sultry, excited tone. Aryan nodded, his eyes scanning the alleyway, looking for any signs of life. "It's deserted, Ma. We're all alone," he said, his voice filled with a low, eager tone.
Vidya smiled, her heart pounding in her chest. “Should I then… ” she began, her eyes locked onto Aryan's, her hand already moving to the waistband of her slacks. Aryan's eyes followed her hand, his breath hitching as she began to lower her slacks. Soon her slacks fell to the ground, leaving her standing there in nothing but her top. She had asked for one thing in the room from him.
Aryan watched as Vidya bent over, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. Her ass was perfectly round, her cheeks firm and taut. He could see the outline of her pussy, the lips glistening with her arousal. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass, feeling the smooth, soft skin. Vidya moaned, her body arching, pushing her ass back against his hand. “We have ten minutes beta, make sure you use them well,” she said.
He unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He stepped closer, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her pussy. "Mmm, you're so ready for me, beta," she said, her voice filled with a breathless, sultry tone. Aryan chuckled, his hands squeezing her ass. "Always, Ma. Always ready for you," he replied, his voice filled with a strained, eager tone.
He began to push into her, his cock sliding into her pussy inch by inch. “Hey…”, she exclaimed, “where did I say I wanted to be fucked today?” she asked, her voice filled with a playful, teasing tone. Aryan chuckled, pulling back. Vidya looked back and smiled, ready for her quickie.
Aryan’s feet moved apart, his hands gripping her hips firmly. The ten minutes had begun, and Vidya was feeling the stretch pleasuring her as he pushed his cock into her ass. She sighed a breath of relief, knowing he was back inside her to fuck her good. “Oh …mmm…take it up a notch, beta. I want to feel you,” she said, her voice filled with a breathless, eager tone. Aryan chuckled, his hands gripping her hips tighter. “As you wish, Ma,” he replied, his voice filled with a low, dominant tone. He began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her ass at a steady, relentless pace. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her, using her. She loved it, loved the way he took control, loved the way he used her body for his pleasure.
The ten minutes were close to being up and Vidya had lost count of her orgasms. She was sucking him off to finish the last minute of their time. On her knees, Vidya had his cock lodged up to the hilt in her throat. She could feel him throbbing, his body tensing. She knew he was close, knew he was going to cum. She wanted it, wanted to taste him, wanted to swallow every last drop. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a hungry, eager look. "Cum for me, beta," she said, her voice filled with a sultry, commanding tone. "Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you."
Aryan groaned, his hands gripping her hair tightly, his cock pulsing as he released a torrent of cum into her mouth.
Vidya moaned, her eyes rolling back as she felt him fill her up, his cum hot and salty on her tongue. She swallowed , and Aryan kept coming. Not wanting to stain her tshirt or her makeup , she kept her mouth open, letting him fill her up. Finally, he pulled out, his cock still hard and leaking a few drops of cum. Vidya licked her lips, tasting him, savoring him. Aryan was still standing there, his cock still hard, his body still tense.
Vidya smirked, her eyes locked onto his. “Damn …you seriously know how exactly to use my body, beta,” she said, her voice filled with a satisfied sigh. She got up, licking off his cum and walked towards her luggage. Aryan followed her with his suitcase in hand. They were both still flushed, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. Vidya pulled out a fresh top and a pair of jeans, quickly changing in the bathroom. Aryan, on the other hand, just wiped himself clean and put on a fresh pair of jeans. He looked at his watch, "We should go, Ma. Our flight leaves in an hour," he said, his voice filled with a casual, nonchalant tone. Vidya emerged from the bathroom, her hair tied up in a messy bun, her face clean and fresh. She looked at him, a playful smirk on her lips. “Done. I’m good and ready. That pounding definitely gave me my fix for the day. Let’s go, beta,” Vidya said, her voice filled with a casual, nonchalant tone. She walked out of the bathroom, her hips swaying gently, her tits bouncing slightly with each step. He couldn’t believe how she could go from being a sultry, insatiable slut to a graceful, elegant woman in the blink of an eye. He loved it, loved the way she kept him on his toes, always guessing, always wanting more.
They walked out of the hotel, the warm sun hitting their faces, the bustling streets of Mumbai surrounding them.
Vidya's hand was in Aryan's, her fingers intertwined with his, her body pressed against his. The flight back to Goa was short and they landed within the hour. As they disembarked, Vidya's eyes scanned the airport, since it was quite late in the evening, the airport was relatively empty. Vidya wordlessly walked into a nearby restroom, dragging Aryan along with her. She pushed him into a stall, locking the door behind them. The small space was filled with the scent of bleach and urine, but Vidya didn't seem to mind. She turned to Aryan, and dropped to her knees in a fraction , her hands already working on his belt. "We have a few minutes before the next flight comes in, beta. Let's make the most of it," she said, her voice filled with a sultry, eager tone. Aryan chuckled, his hands finding her hair, tangling in the messy bun. "Always ready to go, aren't you, Ma?" he said, his voice filled with a low, dominant tone. Vidya looked up at him, her eyes filled with a playful, teasing look. "Only for you, beta. Only for you," she replied, her hands finally freeing his cock from his jeans. Aryan forced his cock in her mouth, but there wasn’t any need for force. Vidya’s mouth was a warm, wet haven, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her lips stretching to take him in. He groaned, his hands gripping her hair, guiding her head up and down his shaft. Vidya hummed in response, her eyes locked onto his, her hands reaching up to cup his balls, gently squeezing them.
He was calm, just enjoying the tunnel of her throat, the way she was taking him in, inch by inch. He could feel her tongue, flat and wet, pressing against the underside of his cock, caressing his cock at every thrust. Vidya wanted his cum and there was nothing she wouldn’t have let him do to get it. She was more than happy that he just needed her to stay there on her knees , letting him fuck her throat so causally . She knew he wasn’t a two pump chump so she let him take his time with her throat.
She could feel him getting harder, his cock throbbing in her mouth. She could taste the precum leaking out of him, salty and sweet. Aryan’s hand on her head was firm, guiding her all over his cock.Aryan groaned, his hips thrusting forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat.. She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his stomach, her lips stretching around his shaft.
“Ready ma?”, he asked holding her head, cock deep in her throat. Vidya managed to blink an eager yes. Aryan’s grip tightened and ropes of cum flew down her throat. She swallowed, no worries. She stayed there knowing there was more to come, and as expected the ropes turned to a stream. Gulp after gulp she gladly took it. She stayed on her knees , letting him pour out every drop of his delicious cum. It was flowing freely down her throat, drenching the walls, filling her stomach.
It was hot and thick, sliding down her throat, coating her insides. Filling up her belly and rising through as she gladly welcomed the steady flow.
Aryan's grip on her hair loosened, his body relaxing as he finished. Vidya pulled back, her lips popping off his cock, a string of cum connecting them briefly before breaking. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a satisfied, lazy look. She licked her lips, tasting the remnants of his cum, savoring the salty, slightly bitter taste. Aryan chuckled, his hands reaching down to help her up. "Quite the welcome back to our home city ma”, he said smiling.
Vidya chuckled, taking his hand as they exited the stall . "Only the best for my son," she replied, her voice filled with a playful, teasing tone. They washed their hands, Vidya splashing some water on her face, refreshing herself. She looked at Aryan in the mirror, her eyes filled with a soft, loving look. "Take me home son, I need to lie down on that hammock and feel the sea breeze on my skin," she said, her voice filled with a soft, content tone. Aryan nodded, his hand finding hers, his fingers entwining with hers. They walked out of the airport, the warm, salty air of Goa hitting their faces. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the sky, the clouds painted in hues of orange and pink. The streets were bustling with life, the scent of fresh seafood and spices filling the air. Vidya's eyes sparkled as she took in the sights, her heart filled with a sense of homecoming.
They reached their house, a small, cozy bungalow nestled in the foothills of a hill overlooking the sea.
The house was a blend of traditional Goan architecture and modern design, with its red-tiled roof, whitewashed walls, and large windows that let in the warm, salty air. Vidya's heart swelled with love as she looked at the house, her home away from home. She turned to Aryan, a soft smile on her lips. "Home sweet home," she said, her voice filled with a content, happy tone.
Aryan smiled back, his hand finding hers, his fingers entwining with hers. "I'm glad you're home, Ma. It's been too long," he said, his voice filled with a soft, loving tone.
Vidya's heart fluttered at the sound of his voice, at the way he looked at her. She leaned in, her lips finding his, her tongue sliding into his mouth. She could taste herself on him, the salty, slightly bitter taste of her arousal mixed with the sweet, slightly tangy taste of his cum. She moaned, her body pressing against his, her hands finding his hair, pulling him closer. Aryan's hands found her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her closer, grinding his hips against hers.
After a snack and a cold drink, Vidya was in the hammock as usual. Resting on her belly, legs flailing with the breeze and a book in her hand. In between she would take sips from the whisky she had brought over from Mumbai. A habit she had picked up from Aryan, who was a connoisseur of fine spirits. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the sky, the clouds painted in hues of orange and pink. The sea breeze was cool and refreshing, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and the faint, distant aroma of fresh seafood being cooked somewhere nearby. Vidya's body was relaxed, her muscles loose and languid from the long flight and the intense sexual encounters at the airport. She could feel the gentle sway of the hammock, the soft creaking of the ropes as she rocked back and forth, the cool breeze caressing her skin.
Her son was busy working on a thesis to present to his professor.
Vidya had always been proud of his intelligence and dedication to his studies. She watched him from the corner of her eye, her heart swelling with love and pride. He was a good boy, her Aryan. He had always been responsible, kind, and respectful. She couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for having such an amazing son.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the sky, Vidya felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She was home, with the man she loved, in the place she loved.
The house was quiet, save for the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, the soft rustling of the palm leaves outside, and the occasional chirping of the birds. Vidya's body was warm and languid, her mind filled with a soft, content haze. She could feel the gentle sway of the hammock, the cool breeze caressing her skin, the soft cotton of her dress brushing against her thighs.
Aryan was sitting at the table, his head bent over his laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard. He was wearing nothing but a pair of loose, faded shorts, his chest bare, his feet bare.
His hair was slightly disheveled, falling over his forehead, his eyes focused intently on the screen. Vidya could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he moved the mouse, his shoulders tense with concentration. She loved watching him like this, loved seeing him in his element. She loved the way his mind worked, the way he could lose himself in his thoughts, in his work.
As the sun dipped lower, casting long, golden shadows over the yard, Vidya fell asleep.
Her body was relaxed, her breath steady and rhythmic, her heart beating in a soft, content rhythm. The hammock swayed gently, the ropes creaking softly as she rocked back and forth, her body lulled by the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore. The scent of the sea filled the air, the faint, distant aroma of fresh seafood mingling with the sweet, tangy scent of the whisky she had been sipping on. Her body was warm and languid, her muscles loose and relaxed, her mind filled with a soft, content haze.
Aryan looked up from his laptop, his eyes scanning the yard.
He saw Vidya, her body relaxed in the hammock, her breath steady and rhythmic. He smiled, his heart swelling with love and contentment. He loved seeing her like this, loved knowing that she was happy, that she was at peace. He closed his laptop, his fingers clicking the keys one last time before he stood up, his chair scraping softly against the floor. He walked over to the hammock, his feet bare, his shorts loose and faded. He could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the soft curve of her hips, the smooth, soft skin of her thighs. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek, the softness of her lips.
His mother’s words came to mind, about how he could use her if he found her asleep. Having done that in the hotel the previous night, he knew she did enjoy it even if she had feigned annoyance.
He knew she was a woman who enjoyed the unexpected and the taboo. He had always been a good boy, respectful and loving, but he had learned to enjoy the darker, more forbidden aspects of their relationship. He stood behind her and dropped his shorts. Vidya’s sarong had come open as she slept and her holes were open to him. He could see her pussy, glistening and wet, her ass cheeks firm and taut. He smiled, his cock already hard and ready. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass, feeling the soft, smooth skin. Vidya moaned softly in sleep.
Aryan's touch was gentle, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass, the soft, smooth skin. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her arousal filling the air. He knew she was dreaming, her body responding to the touch, to the sensation. He smiled, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
He reached down, his fingers finding her pussy, the lips soft and wet. He could feel the heat, the wetness, the smoothness. He began to stroke her, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, his thumb finding her clit, circling it, pressing it. Vidya moaned softly, and that encouraged him to replace his fingers inside her.
He guided his cock to her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness. He pushed in slowly, feeling her stretch around him, her body welcoming him. He began to move, his hips thrusting gently, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Vidya's body responded, her hips moving in rhythm with his, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps. He could feel her getting wetter, her pussy clenching around his cock, her body tensing as she got closer to orgasm.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, circling it, pressing it. Vidya's body arched, her back bowing, her ass pressing against him. Deep in her sleep Aryan’s mother wasn’t just welcoming, she was opening up for his cock to reach her depths.
Her body was warm and soft, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He could feel the gentle sway of the hammock, the ropes creaking softly as he began to move, his hips thrusting gently, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Vidya’s moans were accompanied by the thrashing waves against the shore, the rhythm of his thrusts matching the ebb and flow of the sea. The air was filled with the scent of saltwater and the faint, distant aroma of fresh seafood, the sweet, tangy scent of the whisky she had been sipping on mingling with the musky, earthy scent of their arousal.
Aryan’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him. A louder moan came from her, but her sleep wasn’t disturbed. He could feel her body tensing, her pussy clenching around his cock. He knew she was close, her body responding to his touch, to his cock. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, pinching it, rubbing it. Vidya’s body arched, as she came , quivering under his thrusts. Asleep she wasn’t aware that her son was giving her a pleasure she couldn’t even dream of. Aryan kept thrusting, his cock throbbing inside her. He wasn’t ready to stop, not yet. He wanted more, wanted to fill her up, wanted to mark her. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He turned her over, her body limp and pliant in his hands. He positioned her, her legs over his shoulders, her ass at the edge of the hammock. He could see her pussy, swollen and red, her clit throbbing. He could see her asshole, tight and puckered. He smiled, knowing which one he wanted next.
He positioned himself, his cock hard and ready. He rubbed the head against her asshole, feeling the tightness, the resistance. He pushed in slowly, feeling her body stretch around him, feeling her tighten, her body tensing as she adjusted to the intrusion. Vidya moaned softly, as if cooing in her sleep, her body relaxing as he began to move, his hips thrusting gently, his cock sliding in and out of her ass.
He could watch her tits moving up and down with his thrusts, the same rhythm as his cock slid in her ass. Her mouth now open, letting out moans that showed how much her body was enjoying the feeling of his cock stretching her ass to its limits.
She was a picture of pure, unadulterated pleasure, her body completely at his mercy. Aryan smiled, his eyes locked onto her, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, the sound of their bodies slapping together. His hands were supporting her legs on his shoulders so they wouldn’t fall off, while he gently rolled his hips and enjoyed the massage her tight ass hole was giving his cock. She was still asleep, her body completely at his mercy, her mind lost in a world of dreams and pleasure.
He lit up a joint he found by her whisky glass, the sweet, earthy scent of the weed filling the air. He took a long drag, the smoke filling his lungs, his head beginning to swim. The lightness making him go deeper in her ass, eliciting more moans from her. When he repeated the same action, Vidya's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. She was still in the haze of sleep, her mind taking a moment to catch up with her body. She could feel him, his cock buried deep inside her ass, his hands holding her legs, his eyes locked onto hers. She could smell the sweet, earthy scent of the weed, the faint, distant aroma of the sea, the musky, earthy scent of their arousal. She could feel the gentle sway of the hammock, the ropes creaking softly, the cool breeze caressing her skin.
“Wow" she whispered, her voice filled with a soft, sleepy tone, “what a sight to wake up to. My son smoking a blunt, while fucking my ass so so deep. Jeez… I can’t believe I slept through all of this. I must have been really out of it”.
Vidya's voice was a soft, sleepy murmur, her eyes still heavy-lidded, her body languid and relaxed. Aryan smiled, his eyes locked onto hers, his cock still buried deep inside her ass. He took another drag of the joint, the smoke filling his lungs, his head still swimming in a haze of pleasure and weed. "You were, Ma. You were sleeping so peacefully, I couldn't resist," he said, his voice filled with a low, dominant tone. He leaned in, his lips finding her tit and leaving a long kiss , his tongue tracing the curve of her breast, his teeth gently nipping at her nipple. Her eyes were still heavy-lidded, her mind still hazy from sleep, but her body was awake, her senses heightened.
She could feel every inch of him, his cock buried deep inside her ass, his hands holding her legs, his lips on her tit. She could hear the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, the soft rustling of the palm leaves outside, the gentle hum of the crickets.
Aryan's lips left her tit, his eyes locked onto hers. “Quite the way to pass time you’re found eh son”, Vidya murmured, her voice still filled with a soft, sleepy tone. Her body was warm and languid, her muscles loose and relaxed, to let his cock slide in and out easily. Aryan retorted while fucking her at a gingerly pace, “ You’re the one who told me to use you when you were asleep. I just took you up on your offer, Ma. You should be thanking me.” Vidya chuckled, now awake completely. “Thanking you? For what, exactly? For fucking my ass while I was asleep?” she asked, her voice filled with a playful, teasing tone. Aryan replied, “Yeah, don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it. You were moaning and writhing like a wild animal.” Vidya laughed, her body still swaying gently in the hammock, her legs still draped over Aryan’s shoulders. “Well, I was dreaming about something else, obviously. But now that I’m awake, I’m enjoying this very much,” she said, her voice filled with a soft, content tone. Aryan smiled, his hips thrusting gently, his cock sliding in and out of her ass. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet,” he said, his voice filled with a low, dominant tone. Vidya’s eyes sparkled with amusement and anticipation. “Oh, really?
And what exactly do you have in mind?” Vidya asked, her voice filled with a playful, teasing tone. She could feel his cock, hard and thick, sliding in and out of her ass, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could see the way he was looking at her, his eyes filled with a hungry, predatory look. She knew he was planning something, something that would push her boundaries, something that would make her feel alive. “I thought we could try something new, Ma. Something we’ve never done before,” he said.
He pulled out of her ass and offered her his hand, Vidya took it while draping her sarong on herself just enough to cover the bits that needed covering. She stood up expecting to follow him inside the house, her body still warm and languid from the hammock session, her mind buzzing with anticipation.
Aryan, however, led her towards the beach, the sand still warm from the setting sun. The sky was painted with hues of purple and black , the stars beginning to twinkle in the night sky. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was a soothing lullaby, the scent of saltwater and seaweed filling the air. “Umm, what exactly are we doing here?” Vidya asked, her voice filled with a playful, teasing tone. She looked at Aryan, who smiled, still leading her ahead, “ You’ll see, Ma. I promise it’s going to be an experience you’ll never forget.” Vidya chuckled, her heart pounding with anticipation. She loved surprises, loved being pushed out of her comfort zone. She trusted Aryan, trusted his judgment, his desires. She knew he would never do anything to hurt her, physically or emotionally. She followed him, her feet sinking into the warm sand, her body swaying gently with each step. The sand was soft and warm, the cool breeze from the sea caressing her skin, the scent of saltwater and seaweed filling the air.
He led her into the water, until they were waist deep.
The water was warm, the waves gentle, the moon casting a silver glow over the surface. Vidya could feel the sand beneath her feet, the water lapping against her skin, the cool breeze caressing her body.
Aryan moved behind her, holding her by her waist, “Look at that,” he pointed at a restaurant on the beach about a mile away, with an orchestra on their rooftop. He placed his cock back against her gaping ass as she looked at the restaurant. “Now you know what to do ma”, he said as the orchestra began playing tunes for the eighties. Vidya pushed her ass back and her asshole swallowed his cock. “Mmm…so we’re doing this in public, are we?” she whispered, surprised but eager. She could feel Aryan's cock, hard and thick, sliding in and out of her ass. Aryan moving his hands to squeeze her tits replied, “You don’t like?”. Vidya replied, “ I didn’t say that…and hey don’t you stop”, she exclaimed as Aryan stopped pumping when she asked her question.
She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, his hands squeezing her tits. Vidya continued, “ I mean, I’m not complaining about getting fucked. Just that it’s way too public for our hometown no?”. Aryan chuckled, his hips beginning to move again, between her moans he replied, “ I thought you’d like the thrill of it. Besides, it’s not like anyone can see us from here. We’re too far away from the restaurant and the beach is mostly deserted at this hour.” Vidya moaned, her body swaying gently with the rhythm of his thrusts, her hands reaching back to grip his hips, pulling him deeper into her. “You’re right. I do like it. It’s exciting,” she whispered, her voice filled with a soft, breathy tone.
“But just for imaginations sake ma, think about it. The orchestra watching you, getting fucked from behind, your tits jiggling everytime I thrust into you. The waiters, the customers, all of them watching you, getting fucked by your son. And you, just standing here, taking it all in, enjoying every second of it,” Aryan whispered in her ear. Vidya tried to hold back her response to the vivid and lewd imagery.
Her body, however, betrayed her, her pussy clenching around the emptiness, her asshole tightening around Aryan's cock. “Mmmmhhhh , that's a nice thought, son,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, “We might land in jail, you do realize that, right? This is still India.” she added, her voice filled with a playful, teasing tone. Aryan slowing his tempo to keep talking replied, “Yeah, fair point. But where’s the fun in that? I thought you liked living on the edge, Ma.” Vidya chuckled, her body still swaying gently with the rhythm of his thrusts, her hands still gripping his hips. “I do, but I also like having a roof over my head and not being arrested,” she said, her voice filled with a soft, breathy tone. Aryan laughed, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her ass at a quicker pace. “Alright then for now let me just…”, he let the words trail off and began pounding her hole. Vidya’s ass jiggled in the warm water as it took it all. Her hole was stretched wide, but Vidya was more in a state of bliss than pain. She held her cheeks for him, pulling them apart, allowing him to go deeper. She could feel the water around them, the waves gently lapping against their skin, the cool breeze caressing her body. The moon was high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the water, the sand, their bodies.
Aryan's hands were on rough in her tits, and his cock relentless in her ass. Vidya had imagined enough things with him, but this was taking the cake. The thrill of it all was intoxicating, her body on fire with desire and excitement. He eventually did slow down, but by then Vidya had cum and was left panting, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Aryan pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices, and turned her around to face him. He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes searching hers, and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. Vidya melted into him, her body still trembling, her heart pounding in her chest. She could taste herself on his lips, the salty sweetness of her arousal, the musky earthiness of their lovemaking.
When they finally broke apart, Aryan smiled at her, his eyes filled with love and desire. “So, now, do you think this was a good idea?” he said holding her close.
Vidya smiled, “Ummm…maybe…” she looked away hiding the smile, “maybe it was. Maybe…I liked it a little too much.” She looked back at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But don’t tell anyone, okay? I have a reputation to uphold.” Aryan chuckled, “Your secret is safe with me, Ma. Always.” Vidya could feel his cock, still hard and ready, pressing against her stomach. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft, her fingers tracing the curve of his cock, feeling the heat, the hardness. Aryan moaned softly, his hips thrusting gently, his cock sliding against her hand.
“Wait you want more, still?”, he whispered in her ear.
Vidya chuckled, her hand still wrapped around his cock, her fingers still tracing the curve of his shaft. “I thought you were the one who wanted to stop,” she said, her voice filled with a playful, teasing tone. Aryan smiled, his hips thrusting gently, his cock sliding against her hand. “I did, but now I don’t,” he said, his sounding excited at her willingness, “so ass or pussy?”. Vidya grinned at sank to her knees , just her head out of the sea water. Her hands which held his cock led it to her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a hungry, predatory look, her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock. Aryan moaned softly, his hands tangling in her hair, his hips thrusting gently, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Vidya's hands were on his thighs, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, her nails leaving red marks. She could taste him, the salty sweetness of his precum, the musky earthiness of his arousal. She could feel him, hard and thick, sliding in and out of her mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper, her lips stretching around his shaft, her tongue flicking against the underside of his cock.
Her son was being surprisingly gentle, and she was enjoying it. Out in the sea, visible to anyone who cared to look, under the stars. She was sucking her son’s cock at a lazy, leisure pace with the waves lapping around them. Aryan’s hands were in her hair, guiding her, but not forcing her. He was enjoying the sensation of her mouth, the warmth, the wetness, the softness of her lips. Vidya was enjoying it too, the taste of him, the feel of him. She was enjoying blowing him, sucking such a huge cock, feeling it stretch her mouth, fill her throat. She could feel her own arousal growing, her pussy throbbing, her clit aching. She reached down, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it gently, circling it, pressing it.
She was letting his cock slide down her throat, glide along the walls as he thrust in. The way it weighed on her tongue, then slid down, pushing the entrance to her belly, it was addictive to her. She would’ve spent her life doing that if given the choice. Her son had a massive cock that she loved and had no inhibition showing how much. He enjoyed the feel of her throat too, her dedication to suck him till his heart desired. Vidya felt him go deep again, and she relaxed to let him enter her belly.
His balls rested on her chin, as she relaxed her throat, moving her adam’s apple up and down, massaging his cock , caressing it. Aryan moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as his cock found a warm place to rest while his mother kept massaging it.
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