Chapter 9: The Road Back
Back in Goa: Late afternoon.
The sun's fierce gaze pierced through the window curtains, illuminating the bedroom of their beachside villa. The sea breeze carried the faint scent of salt and the distant hum of the waves crashing against the shore. The room was bathed in a golden glow, the heavy curtains swaying gently, casting dancing shadows on the walls.
Aryan was busy scrolling on his laptop sitting on the living room couch, while one hand of his was guiding Vidya’s head up and down on his cock. Vidya was kneeling before him, her eyes closed, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She knew how to suck cock, she knew how to pleasure him while he worked. She could feel his hand in her hair, guiding her, controlling her.
He was looking at her with that familiar smirk, his eyes roving over her body, appreciating her. She knew what he was thinking; that his mother was a good obedient slut, given how casually in the middle of an afternoon she was sitting on the carpeted floor of the living room, her mouth filled with his cock. She was in the same robe she’d worn the day before, the one that barely contained her breasts and only hinted at the treasures beneath. Her hair was a mess from the night of fucking, and she knew she looked a disheveled, a well-used mess.
She could feel her pussy throbbing, the anticipation of what was to come making her wet. He was on his laptop, his free hand stroking her hair, his fingers tangling in the dark strands.
He was a multitasker, he could work on his assignments and knowingly use her as a toy, a piece of flesh to satisfy his needs. Vidya was getting aroused, her pussy was getting wetter with every stroke she took on his cock. She could hear his low groans as she sucked him, her mouth making sloppy sounds, the sound of her saliva coating his cock. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath the rim. His gentle caress showed that he noticed that, and appreciated it. “You enjoying your lollipop?”, he teased her , eyes still glued on the laptop. Vidya giggled, pulling back, and a pop sound filled the room as his cock slipped out of her mouth. “You know I love it when you call it that,” she replied, her voice muffled as she licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his. “It’s like you’re my own personal lollipop, isn’t it?” Aryan chuckled, his hand moving to her chin, tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes. “Only if you’re a good girl and suck it all the way down,” he said, his voice filled with a playful, teasing tone. Vidya’s eyes sparkled with mischief, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, “when am I not a good girl?” she asked, her voice laced with a playful innocence. Aryan’s smirk deepened, his hand still cupping her chin, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. He countered, “Ummm…when you wear clothes while we’re alone”, eyeing the robe still on her.
Vidya laughed, “Oh, you mean this?” she asked, her hands going to the tie of the robe. She slowly pulled at the knot, her eyes never leaving his. The robe fell open, revealing her naked body beneath. Her tits, full and round, fell free. She continued, “there, is that better?” Her voice was a sultry purr, her eyes never leaving his.
Aryan's hand left her chin, moving to her breast. He cupped it, "Much better," he said, “now get back to sucking mother, that’s where your mouth belongs.”
“Yeah yeah”, she replied, a playful smile on her face as she leaned back in, her mouth engulfing his cock once again. It was back to normal for them. A day off for both, chilling in their living room. Aryan busy on his laptop , Vidya between his legs, sucking cock like nothing was more natural. The scent of the sea filled the room, mingling with the musk of their bodies. The sun cast a warm glow through the window, highlighting the curves of Vidya's body, her skin glowing with a healthy sheen. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was a soothing backdrop to their afternoon delight.
Vidya's mouth worked diligently, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around the head of Aryan's cock. She could feel him growing harder, his breath calm and steady, he was used to getting such kingly service from her. She had been letting him enjoy her like that ever since he was legal, and nothing fazed him anymore. She loved that about him, his calm demeanor, his ability to multitask, to use her while he worked. After a while she stopped as she wanted to make a quick snack in the kitchen. She stood up, her body aching slightly from the kneeling position. She stretched, her back arching, her tits pushing out. She caught Aryan's gaze, his eyes appreciating her body. She smiled, "Want something to eat, beta?" she asked, her voice soft and sultry. He looked up from his laptop, his eyes meeting hers. "I could eat," he replied, his voice filled with a lazy, satisfied tone. "But I'd rather eat you," he added, his eyes roving over her body. Vidya laughed, "Later, beta. Let me make us something first," she said, turning and walking towards the kitchen.
She’d been in there for a while, the sound of pots and pans clanging, the smell of spices and garlic filling the air. Aryan had closed his laptop, his eyes following her as she moved around the kitchen, her hips swaying, her ass bouncing with each step. He could see her through the open doorway, her naked body moving gracefully, her dark hair cascading down her back. She was a sight to behold, a goddess in his kitchen.
“What are you making, Ma?” he asked, his voice filled with a curious tone. He stood up, walking towards the kitchen, his eyes never leaving her body.
“Just a quick snack,” she replied, her voice muffled as she bent over to check the oven. Her ass was on full display, the curve of her cheeks a tantalizing sight. So ofcourse he walked up and stuck half his cock in the tiny hole that she never denied him access to. Vidya grinned, “Oh is it that time already?” she asked, her voice laced with a playful tone. She rummaged through the cabinets, pulling out ingredients unbothered that her son was fucking her from behind in the kitchen. “You know, someday someone will walk in catch me getting fucked by my son“ she chided playfully, her voice filled with a teasing tone. “And then what, Ma?” Aryan teased back. She said feigning a stern look, “I hope I am not sent to jail”.
Aryan chuckled, “You worry too much, Ma. We’re in Goa, not some conservative town. Besides, I’d never let anyone hurt you.” He punctuated his sentence by thrusting his hips forward, burying his cock deeper into her ass. Vidya gasped, her hands gripping the countertop for support. “You’re right, beta. I’m just teasing,” she managed to say, her voice breathy from the sudden intrusion. “But you know, I’ve always been a bit of a exhibitionist. The thought of being caught...it excites me.” She pushed her ass back against him, encouraging him to continue. “Yeah well, entire mussoorie saw you the day before when against that glass wall you were taking my cock like a good girl,” he said, his voice laced with a playful, teasing tone. Vidya laughed, “Oh right. In the night, with the lights on inside, I probably looked like a porn star to them.” She wiggled her ass, feeling Aryan's cock throb inside her, “Gosh you had me pushed against that wall. My ass was so full of your cock, everyone in the valley would probably have seen the whole thing. I wonder if they would have recognized me, getting railed in that hotel”. Aryan replied, “ I doubt it. You were on full display though. If anyone did recognise you, how would they ever prove it? And even if they did, what would they say? That they saw Vidya Balan, the renowned classical dancer, getting fucked senseless against a glass wall? I doubt anyone would believe them." Aryan's voice was laced with amusement, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with ease.
Vidya let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch. "You're right, beta. It's not like I'm a politician or something. No one would care." She pushed back against him, her ass meeting his hips with each thrust. "But you know what? That gives me an idea, maybe just for us , you could record it?” she suggested. Her idea was met with a moment of silence from Aryan, his thrusts slowing down as he considered her words. “Elaborate a bit, Ma,” he said, his voice filled with curiosity. Vidya turned around, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, you know how you’ve always wanted to capture our moments together?” she began, her voice soft and sultry. “I thought maybe, just maybe, we could record ourselves. Not for anyone else to see, just for us. A keepsake, a memory to cherish.” She bit her lower lip, her eyes never leaving his. “I mean, think about it, beta. Us, on camera, doing what we do best. It would be like having our own private porn film.” She laughed, a sound that was both playful and seductive. She grabbed his cock to put it back and continued , “yeah, put that back in my ass. Unnhhhh…so I…ohhh… I was thinking…ohhhh godddd…” she moaned as he pushed his cock back in,thrusting deep in her ass, “unhhhh…maybe…ohhhh…we could make a little video…ohhhh…of us…ohhhh…doing this…ohhhh…” she gasped, her body arching back as he thrusted deep inside her ass. “Ohh…ohhhh…a little video…ohhhh…just for us…ohhhh…to remember these moments…ohhhh…” she moaned, her voice breathy and filled with lust.
Aryan chuckled, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he continued to thrust into her. "You're crazy, Ma," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "But I like it. A little video, huh?”, he pulled out and yanked her down to face his cock. He began spraying cum on her face and said, “then maybe we’ll start it with showing your face full of cum, then stick my cock in you”, his cock continuing to pour out a steady stream of white gooey cum lathering her face.
Vidya laughed, her eyes watering from the force of the cum hitting her face, “ohh…that’s a great idea…” she said, her voice muffled as she tried to speak with cum dripping from her mouth. She had to let the stream flow, she wouldn’t manage speaking until he was done. Aryan chuckled, his hand still guiding his cock, painting her face with his cum. “You like that idea, Ma?” he asked, his voice filled with amusement. “Yes, beta,” she managed to say, her voice soft and breathy. “I love it. I want to see us, to remember every moment.” She closed her eyes, letting the cum drip down her face, her chin, her neck. She could feel it, warm and sticky, coating her skin. She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, catching the last few drops as Aryan's cock finally stopped pulsing.
Aryan watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and lust. He loved seeing her like this, covered in his cum, her face a mess of white streaks Since the snack hadn’t been prepared, she turned around, face full of fresh cum, sliding on her face. With one hand she turned the stove on and used the other to guide back in the cock that was still hard. She was moaning as she felt it slide back in, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. She was cooking and fucking at the same time, her hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts. The kitchen was filled with the sound of their bodies meeting, the sizzle of the food on the stove, and the smell of spices and cum.
Aryan picked up his phone, scrolling mindlessly eyes on the screen while rolling his hips, fucking her ass steadily and calmly.
Vidya was leaning on the counter, her body swaying with each thrust, her eyes closed, her face still glistening with his cum. She was moaning softly, her breath coming in short gasps. The kitchen was filled with the sound of their bodies meeting, the sizzle of the food on the stove, and the smell of spices and cum.
“What are you doing, beta?” Vidya asked, her voice breathy as she tried to catch her breath. Aryan looked up from his phone, his eyes meeting hers. “Just checking something,” he replied, his voice calm and steady. He continued to thrust into her, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. It was casual moment, both of their hands busy with something else, one on the phone, the other cooking. And at the same time, Vidya’s ass was being slowly fucked by her son’s cock. They were comfortable with how it was. Neither of them felt the need to rush, to push for more. Neither Aryan or Vidya felt the other needed to give him or her more attention. With Aryan busy on his phone himself , he didn’t mind Vidya had occupied herself with cooking their snack. She was still letting him fuck her ass, not like she had asked to stop or
anything. He was enjoying the slow pace, the casualness of it all. He could feel her body tensing slightly with each thrust, her breath coming in short gasps. He knew she was close, he could feel her ass clenching around his cock, her body arching back slightly with each thrust. He didn’t rush it, he let her take her time, let her enjoy the sensation. He was in no hurry, he had all the time in the world to make her cum.
“You like that, Ma?” he asked, his voice low and filled with a lazy, satisfied tone. He knew she did, he could feel it in the way her body responded to his touch. “That I’m here scrolling on my phone, you’re cooking , and I’m fucking your ass?” he asked. She managed a low, “ Mmm-hmm,” her voice muffled by the sensation of him filling her. She pushed back against him, her body moving in sync with his, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was both natural and practiced. Getting so casually fucked was a nice relaxing feeling for her. That she could do whatever she was in the mood to, while he could too and at the same time, he could fuck her. It was a perfect arrangement, one that she had grown to love and cherish. “Good”, her son replied nonchalantly, his phone still in one hand, his other hand now resting on her hip, guiding her movements. “Keep cooking, Ma. I’m enjoying this.” Vidya chuckled, her body moving in rhythm with his, her hands busy with the food. She was stirring a pot of fragrant rice, the smell of cumin and garlic filling the air. “I know I started this arrangement”, she said, “but god how have you turned me into such a slut. Like seriously , I am getting fucked while I cook. The things i do for you”. She laughed out. Aryan still guiding her hip said , "I'm just a lucky son, Ma. You're the one who started this." He thrusted into her, his cock filling her ass completely. Vidya moaned, her body shuddering slightly as she continued to stir the rice. "I know, beta. I know," she said, her voice breathy and filled with a mix of amusement and lust. "But it's not like I'm complaining." She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Besides, I love when you just randomly decide it’s time to put your cock in me," she said finishing on the rice. She turned off the stove and put the lid back on the pot and put her hand on the counter letting him finish with her.
He was still thrusting in and out of her, his breath steady, his eyes still on his phone. Vidya could feel his cock throbbing inside her, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. She leaned back against him, her body relaxing as she let him take control. He was a good lover, always knowing what she needed, always giving her what she wanted. She closed her eyes, her body swaying with each thrust, her breath coming in short gasps.
Aryan finally pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He turned her around, “go ahead have your snack, I might need that asshole of yours in sometime later”, he said walking away, eyes glued to his phone, cock hard as ever hanging out. Vidya watched him go, a smile playing on her lips. She turned back to the stove, her body still humming with pleasure. She served the rice onto a plate, adding a generous helping of the curry she had made earlier. She sat down at the table, her body still warm from their earlier encounter. She took a bite, the flavors exploding in her mouth, the spices dancing on her tongue. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste, the sensation. It was a simple meal, but it was one of her favorites. She finished her meal in a while and later as the sun started to set walked into the balcony with her tablet in hand, a new episode of her favourite show to watch.
Her hammock awaited her, and she walked towards it wearing a crop top that did nothing more than cover her tits and her ass bare so that her son could have easy access to it whenever he wanted. She lay down on the hammock, her body swaying gently with the breeze. The sounds of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air, the scent of salt and seaweed mingling with the faint aroma of her perfume. She could feel the cool breeze on her skin, the warmth of the sun still lingering in the air. She closed her eyes, letting the sounds of the ocean lull her into a state of relaxation. She could feel her body relaxing, her muscles loosening, her mind drifting away from the stresses of the day.
She was a woman at peace, a woman who knew her place, her purpose , resting in her little slice of paradise. On the tablet she pulled up her episode a reality show she was hooked on. She was engrossed in the drama unfolding on the screen, her eyes glued to the bright display, her body swaying gently with the rhythm of the hammock. She was in her own world, a world where she was a spectator, a viewer, a critic. She was not aware of the presence that had joined her on the balcony, not until a shadow fell over her, blocking out the sun.
"Ma, spread your legs, I need your ass." a voice said, soft and low, breaking through her trance. She looked up, her eyes meeting Aryan's. He was standing over her, his athletic frame silhouetted against the setting sun. Vidya narrowed her eyes, turning back to the screen and giving him a few inches of space. She didn’t speak but the space she gave him was enough.
Aryan took it as an invitation, his hands taking his thick long cock in hand, stroking it a few times. Vidya watched him from the corner of her eye then went back to the show, her son would slid his cock whenever he was ready. And he did, in a couple of seconds he was at her ass, his cock sliding in with ease. She let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly as he filled her. He gave a soft smack on the big round ass of hers, "Watch your show, Ma. I'll just be here, fucking your ass while you enjoy your program." Vidya chuckled, her eyes never leaving the screen. "Yeah, yeah…just don’t make me change positions?
I’m comfortable like this," Vidya said, her voice a soft purr as she continued to watch the show. Aryan chuckled, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with ease. The hammock swayed gently, the rhythm of their bodies matching the gentle sway of the sea breeze. She could hear the sound of their bodies meeting, the wet sound of her ass taking his cock.
The show on her tablet was a reality TV drama, filled with the usual tropes of love triangles, catfights, and backstabbing. But Vidya was engrossed, her eyes glued to the screen, her body swaying gently with the rhythm of the hammock and her son's thrusts. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. She let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Aryan's hand came down again, reminding her what she was for him.
Not just a mother, not just a lover, but a vessel—soft, warm, and always ready. The slap was light, almost playful, but the message was clear. *This is mine.* The hammock swayed with each thrust, the rhythm of their bodies syncing with the distant crash of waves. Vidya’s fingers tightened around the edges of the tablet, her knuckles whitening as she fought to keep her focus on the screen. The reality show’s drama was nothing compared to the one unfolding beneath her skin.
*"You’re so quiet, Ma,"* Aryan murmured, his voice low and amused. *"Should I make you scream?"*
She bit her lip, shaking her head slightly.
"No, beta. Not yet," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. "I want to enjoy this, just like this. You, inside me, and me, watching my show." "As you wish, Ma," he said, his voice filled with a lazy, satisfied tone. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his breath warm on her ear. "But you know, I could make you come just like this. You wouldn't even have to look away from your show."
Vidya shivered, her body responding to his words, his touch. “Okay, fine” she said, “do whatever you want, just don’t make me miss this part.” She was engrossed in the show, her eyes glued to the screen. Aryan thrusted, this time going much more deep and a happy moan escaped her lips. He chuckled, "See? You will cum. Now take my cock and watch your show, slut”, emphasising it with a squeeze on the bubble butt of hers.
“Yes sir”, she mock agreed. Aryan let her be. He knew she loved her shows, and he didn't mind being the background music to her entertainment. He continued to thrust into her, his rhythm steady and calm. But he didn't rush it, he let her take her time, let her enjoy the sensation.
The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the balcony. The waves crashed against the shore, the sound a soothing lullaby that mixed with the sounds of their bodies meeting. The hammock swayed gently, the rhythm of their movements syncing with the natural cadence of the ocean. After a little while he pulled out, stroking his cock. In the humid yet windy atmosphere he wanted something else. He let his bladder to the task, his cock throbbing as he aimed it at her ass. Vidya let out a soft moan, “jesus, man, what is it with you and pissing on me?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and surprise. Aryan chuckled, “I like it, Ma. You look so hot with my piss dripping down your ass.” He finished, and walked around the hammock and just as casually pissed on her face. “Oh god, beta, that’s so dirty,” she cooed, getting a bit of his piss in her mouth as she laughed. “You know I love it,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. Vidya wiped her face with the back of her hand, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yeah, I know you do. You’re such a dirty boy,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and lust. She turned back to her tablet, her body still warm from their earlier encounter. Aryan watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and lust. He loved seeing her like this, covered in his cum, his piss, her face a mess of white and yellow streaks. “C’mon now, get back in my ass, I was enjoying the slow fucking with my show…”, she said as if it was something any mother would say to her son. Aryan laughed, “of course you did you slut. Wipe your face ma, you’re dripping on the tablet”.
Vidya looked up at her son, casually stroking his cock just after having piss on her face.
She wiped her face with the back of her hand, a smirk playing on her lips. "You know, I should be angry with you for doing that," she said, her voice a soft purr. "But I'm not. I'm just... wet." She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving his. He shook his head, walked back. Giving her a moment of break to watch her show before he would be back in her ass, anyway she had asked for it. Vidya watched him walk away, then the show caught her eye back.
Soon she was relaxed and she wanted her hole stuffed. Right where she was, comfortable and enjoying her show. She looked over her shoulder, "Beta, I'm ready for you again. Fill me up." Aryan walked over, his cock already hard and ready. He didn't need any foreplay, he was always ready for her. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips. He guided his cock to her asshole, pushing in slowly, letting her feel every inch of him. Vidya let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly as he filled her. "Yes, beta. Just like that," she whispered, her eyes never leaving the screen, “Get me all relaxed and my ass stretched. Later tonight I’ll be every bit of a whore you want me to be, but for now, just fuck me slow and steady, like you’re doing now. I want to enjoy my show and your cock at the same time.”
Aryan smiled, understanding her need for the gentle rocking on his cock. She got relaxed by it, and he enjoyed the slow pace. He began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with ease. Vidya let out a soft moan, her body relaxing into the sensation. She was no longer tense, no longer on edge. She was at peace, her body filled with her son's cock, her mind filled with the drama unfolding on the screen.
The sun had set, the sky now a canvas of deep blues and purples. The stars began to twinkle, their light casting a soft glow over the balcony. The waves crashed against the shore, the sound a soothing lullaby that mixed with the sounds of their bodies meeting. Low cooing sounds of lewd kept the atmosphere sexy , taboo. There wouldn’t be any other household where the mother could be fucked by her son, while watching a reality show. Vidya was enjoying the moment, the thrusts that went so deep she could feel it in her stomach. It was like no other feeling, to have her son do that to her.
In years of her life, before they had started this, she had never thought that her definition of relaxing would be this. A lazy evening in her house, open in their balcony, the sea breeze brushing against her skin, her son's cock slowly sliding in and out of her ass. Now that it was, she wanted that. She wanted that to be her every evening , her every moment of peace. Every so often she liked getting railed, ploughed like a street whore, even the times when he pissed on her, made her walk in the public with her face covered in his cum. But when the rough, exhausting fucks were over, she craved this gentle, slow pace. The one where he was inside her, filling her, stretching her, but not pounding into her like a wild beast. This was the one she needed to relax, to unwind, to let go of the day's stress.
Aryan, understanding her needs, kept his pace steady, his thrusts deep but slow. He knew she loved this, loved the feeling of him filling her, loved the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her ass. He could feel her body relaxing, her muscles loosening, her breath coming in soft, steady gasps. “Ma, you feeling good right? Do I need to change my pace or…” Aryan was asking but Vidya interrupted and answered him, “ No beta, this is perfect. Just keep going like this. I love it when you’re inside me, slow and steady. It’s so relaxing.” She closed her eyes as the episode was about to end, the tension in her body easing with each slow thrust of Aryan’s cock.
Soon, sleep encompassed the big titted beauty as the hammock swayed gently under the moonlight. Her son, Aryan, continued to fuck her ass. His eyes now at the ocean, the waves coming and crashing so close to them. Even as the wind picked up, he could feel the gentle sway of the hammock, the rhythm of his thrusts matching the ebb and flow of the sea. The salt in the air mixed with the scent of her skin, the taste of his cum still lingering on her lips. He could feel her body, soft and warm, her breath coming in soft, steady gasps. She was the perfect slut he thought, and the perfect mother too. A mother who let him fuck her as she slept in their own balcony.
He slowed down, further. Now just easing his cock in and out. Her asshole and caressing his cock. It was stretched and relaxed, ready for him to take his time.
Aryan's eyes were drawn to the curve of her back, the way her skin shimmered under the moonlight. He could see the faint outline of her ribs, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. He loved this part of her, the softness, the vulnerability. It was a stark contrast to the confident, provocative woman he knew when she was awake.
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back. He picked her up by her waist. Vidya somehow managed to stay asleep. Even as her son picked her up and walked them up the stairs while his cock stayed in her ass, she didn't stir. It was as if her body had been trained to accept this kind of intimacy, to relax and let go even in the most unexpected of circumstances. Aryan carried her gently, his arms wrapped around her waist, his cock still buried deep inside her. He could feel her body swaying with each step, her ass clenching around him slightly, a small reminder of the pleasure they shared.
He laid her down on her bed, the soft sheets cool against her skin. He pulled his cock out slowly, the sound of his wetness filling the room. Vidya stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with a mix of sleep and desire.
"Where am I?" she asked, her voice a soft purr. Aryan smiled, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and lust. "On my cock, Ma. Where else would you be?" he replied, his voice low and filled with a lazy, satisfied tone. Vidya chuckled, her eyes flicking down to his cock, halfway out of her asshole, “right…i fell asleep while getting fucked again, didn’t I?”, she said sheepishly trying to look away.
Aryan laughed, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're adorable when you're embarrassed, Ma," he said, his voice filled with amusement. He leaned down, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled his cock out of her ass completely. Vidya let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly as she felt the loss of him. "Don't go yet, beta," she whispered, Vidya's voice was a soft plea. “If you’re in the mood to get dirty and pound me, I can wake up. If not, I’d like to be asleep with your cock in me?”. Aryan chose to give her some rest, his cock still hard as ever. He climbed into bed next to her, his body spooning hers. He guided his cock back into her ass, a soft moan escaping Vidya's lips as he filled her. "Sleep, Ma," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "I'll be here, keeping you warm." Vidya smiled, her body relaxing into his. She closed her eyes, her breath evening out as she drifted back to sleep. Aryan watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and lust. He loved seeing her like this, soft and vulnerable, her body filled with his cock. He knew she was comfortable, safe, and at peace.
He also knew that he was not done with her yet.
He waited until her breathing was steady and deep, until he was sure she was in a deep sleep. Then, he began to move. Slowly at first, just a gentle rocking of his hips, a soft sliding of his cock in and out of her ass. Flooding her ass with cum, so through the slow night her ass would remain slick. Cum kept flowing , as he slowly fucked her, his cock glistening with her juices and his own cum. He was taking his time, enjoying the sensation of her tight, warm asshole wrapped around his cock. He could feel every inch of her, every curve and contour. He loved the way she felt, the way she responded to him. He loved the way she trusted him, the way she let him take control.
It was way past midnight when Vidya woke up thirsty. Aryan was asleep beside her, and her asshole was leaking cum. She smiled, as it dawned on her that he had been fucking her in her sleep. She could feel the wetness between her ass cheeks, the sticky residue of his cum. She got out of bed, her body still warm from their earlier encounter. She walked to the bathroom, her hips swaying gently with each step. She turned on the light, the bright fluorescent bulb casting a harsh glow over the small room. She looked at herself in the mirror, her blue eyes meeting her reflection. She looked different, softer, her skin flushed with a warm, rosy hue. She looked like a woman who had been well-loved, well-fucked.
She smiled at her reflection and after a glass of water , she was back in bed. Aryan was still asleep, his body spooning hers. She could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against her ass. She wiggled slightly, her ass pressing back against him. He stirred, his arms tightening around her. "Ma," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep, “what happened?”. In a gentle tone she replied, “nothing beta, just went to get a glass of water. I’m back now. Do you wanna get back
to sleep or...” Vidya let her voice trail off, her hand reaching back to stroke his cock. Aryan let out a low groan, his hips pressing forward slightly. "Ummm, sure go ahead, Ma," he said, his voice still thick with sleep. Vidya smiled, her hand continuing to stroke his cock. She could feel it hardening, growing longer and thicker in her hand. She loved the way he responded to her, the way his body reacted to her touch. She guided his cock to her asshole, pushing back against him slightly. “Should I fall asleep or you want me to stay awake?” she asked, her voice a soft purr. Aryan chuckled, “whatever you want, I already have my cock in your ass”. Vidya said, “mmm , that’s true. I’ll stay awake then, enjoy the sensation of you fucking me while I’m fully awake. I love the feeling of your cock inside me, especially when I’m awake and can feel it all”. She pushed back against him, her ass cheeks spreading to accommodate his thick cock. Aryan groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move. He thrust into her slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with ease. Vidya let out a soft moan, arching into him, giving him more of her ass’s softness. She loved the way he filled her, the way his cock stretched her. She loved the way he took his time, the way he savored every moment. She loved the way he made her feel—wanted, desired, adored.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon filtering through the sheer curtains. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the musk of their bodies mingling with the salt of the sea breeze. Vidya could feel the coolness of the sheets beneath her, the warmth of Aryan’s body behind her. She could feel the way his cock throbbed inside her, the way it pulsed with each slow, deliberate thrust. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him with each stroke. “Ok alright you rest now, let your mother rock her ass on your cock”, Vidya whispered, comforting her son. Aryan chuckled, “yes ma, you do that. I love watching you fuck yourself on my cock.” Vidya smiled, her hips starting to move in a slow, steady rhythm. She pushed back against him, her ass cheeks spreading to take him in deeper.
Her hole had to stretch to accommodate his thick cock. Her asscheeks spread as she pushed back, taking him in inch by inch. She could feel the stretch, the burn, but it was a good kind of pain, the kind that made her feel alive, made her feel like she was being used, claimed. She loved that feeling, craved it. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her ass swallow his cock. She knew he loved watching her like this, loved seeing her body respond to him.
"Fuck, Ma," he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. "It's like you're strangling my cock."
Vidya let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly. "I can't help it, beta," she whispered, “for your cock my ass is a greedy slut. It loves being stretched, being filled. It loves the way you make it feel. Like it's alive, like it's meant to be used like this.” She pushed back again, her ass cheeks spreading wide to take him in deeper. Aryan groaned, his hips moving in sync with hers, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with ease. "You're so fucking beautiful, Ma," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Your ass is perfect. It's made for my cock." Vidya smiled, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on the sensation of his cock inside her. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein.
“Go ahead lie flat, let me get on top of you,” she whispered, her voice a soft command. Aryan complied, his body relaxing as he lay flat on his back. Vidya straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his shaft. She guided him to her asshole, pushing back slightly as she lowered herself onto him. Aryan let out a low groan, his hands gripping her hips as she took him in inch by inch. Vidya let out a soft moan, her body arching. She had turned herself so he could see her do the work. Her face contorted and tits swaying. Her ass wide apart on his cock. She let out a breathy moan, her body trembling as she took him in fully.
Aryan watched her. Coming down on his cock, making sure her hole stretched wide, cheeks went wide apart. Vidya's face was a picture of ecstasy, her eyes closed, lips parted, and breath coming in short gasps. Her tits bounced gently with each movement, her nipples hard and erect. He loved watching her, loved the way she took control, loved the way she used his cock for her pleasure.
Vidya began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. She rode him, her body undulating like a wave. He had his hands on the mattress, not having to move even a muscle.
He was enjoying the view, the sensation of her asshole wrapped around his cock. He could feel every movement, every undulation of her body. He could see the way her ass cheeks jiggled with each thrust, the way her back arched, her tits bouncing gently. He could hear the soft, wet sounds of their bodies meeting, the sound of her moans, the sound of his own breath coming in short gasps.
"Ma," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You look so fucking good fucking yourself on my cock.". She looked down at him, affectionate, “mmm” she smiled, “ you’re so good to me beta. You deserve to enjoy this view.” she finished, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Aryan chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a tease, Ma," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "But I love it." Vidya laughed, her body still straddling his, her ass still filled with his cock. "I know you do, beta," she said, her voice a soft purr. "That's why I do it." She began to move again, her hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. He loved seeing her like this, offering herself to him like this.
She kept the show going for a while, her body moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Her asshole stretched wide, taking his cock in inch by inch. After a while her legs got tired and she fell, and her ass ended up taking the whole length of his cock. It slid up all the way to the hilt, and she let out a loud moan. "Oh fuck”, she laughed whimpering as the pain of having all his ten inches straight inside set in. She gave up.
Her body was exhausted, her legs trembling from the effort. Aryan's hands came up to her back, rubbing gently, soothing her. "Shh, it's okay, Ma," he whispered, his voice low and comforting. "You did so well. You took all of me." Vidya let out a soft laugh, her body still trembling slightly. "I did, didn't I?" she said. “Fuck…I’m tired though”, she said still haven’t moved, ass stuffed full of his cock.
“I can’t go on anymore”. Aryan chuckled, his hands still rubbing her back. “It’s okay, Ma. You’ve done enough. I’ll take over now.” Vidya nodded, her body relaxing as she felt his hands move to her hips. He guided her off him, his cock sliding out of her ass with a soft, wet sound. Vidya let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly as she felt the loss of him. She lay down next to him, her body still warm from their encounter. Aryan let her rest five minutes then his face met her eyes, “ummm I know you’re tired. But…” he said, his voice trailing off. Vidya looked at him, her blue eyes on his cock, “yeah…yeah , I know what you’re thinking”. Aryan in a pleading tone asked, “Do you mind if I use your mouth now, Ma?”.
Vidya smiled, her lips parting slightly. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the way his cock twitched, still slick from her ass. She reached out, her fingers tracing the length of him, feeling the heat of his skin, the pulse of his desire. “Of course, beta,” she murmured, her voice a soft purr. “I’m tired too to be riding your cock, but if wanna climb up and give me a slow , gentle fuck in my mouth, I won’t mind.” Aryan groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. He loved the way she talked, the way she offered herself to him. He climbed up, his body straddling her chest. He guided his cock to her mouth, the head pressing against her lips. Vidya opened her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste him. She could taste herself on him, the musk of her ass, the salt of his skin. She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she took him in.
Aryan began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm.
He fucked her mouth gently, his cock sliding in and out of her lips with ease. “Mmmm ma, not fair. Open up properly, I can’t feel the walls of your throat”, he murmured.
Vidya nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. She relaxed her jaw, her throat opening wider to accommodate his cock. Aryan saw the gesture and slid the rest of his length into her mouth, his balls resting on her chin. Vidya rested where she was, her eyes closed, her body relaxed. His cock kept plunging the depths
of her throat, her lips stretched wide around its girth. She could feel the weight of him, the pressure of his hips against her chin, the way his cock pulsed with each thrust.
Aryan watched her, his eyes dark with lust. He could see the way her throat worked around his cock, the way her lips stretched to accommodate him. He could hear the soft, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. “Ughhh, you mom are the best. God I just wanna cum down your throat” he said in awe.
Vidya hummed in agreement, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. She didn’t need words to convey to him she was happy to let him do that. Getting that thick creamy load in her mouth, was always a treat for her. For her receiving his warm fresh cum, anywhere in and on her body was a pleasure. She loved the taste of him, the way his cum coated her tongue, the way it slid down her throat. Seeing his desire, she relaxed a bit more, giving his cock more space to slide, to run along her tongue, to hit the back of her throat. She could feel his cock throbbing, his balls tightening, and she knew he was close. She looked up at him, her blue eyes meeting his, and she hummed, encouraging him to let go.
Aryan groaned, his hips jerking forward as he began to cum. He filled her mouth, his cum shooting out in thick, hot streams. Vidya swallowed, her throat working to take it all in. She could feel it, hot and salty, coating her tongue, sliding down her throat. She knew she had to stay there for a bit. The flow of cum would need a while to slow down and anyway, she was happy to drink it and have her belly full. Aryan was holding on to the bed frame, as his cock unloaded in her throat. From there he was watching the emotions of contentment on his mother’s face as she swallowed his cum. He was panting, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. Vidya felt his cock soften, and she slowly pulled her mouth off him, her tongue licking the last few drops of cum from his shaft. She looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "That was delicious, beta," she said, her voice a soft purr. "I love the taste of you." Aryan chuckled, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and affection. Vidya smiled, her hand reaching up to stroke his cheek.
"You're a good boy, Aryan," she said, her voice filled with affection. "Always so considerate." Aryan leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he opened them again. "I just want to make you happy, Ma," he said, his voice soft. "I love seeing you like this, all relaxed and satisfied." Vidya's smile widened, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "And I love seeing you like this, all satisfied and content," she replied. "It's a win-win, beta." Aryan chuckled, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, “It’s almost 5 in the morning, you want a nap before starting the day? Or you have some plans to start of early ?” Vidya yawned, her body still warm and relaxed from their encounter. “I think I’ll sleep for a while, but I need to get up by 7 to practice. Last few days you’ve been fucking me through my scheduled practice hours, not that I mind, but I need to keep my body in shape for the performances,” Vidya said, her voice a soft murmur. Aryan nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. “Of course, Ma,” he said, his voice soft. “I’ll make sure to wake you up by 6:30. You can have a quick shower and then start your practice.” Vidya smiled, her eyes fluttering closed as she snuggled into the pillows. Aryan watched her for a moment, his eyes filled with affection. He loved seeing her like this, soft and vulnerable, her body still warm from their encounter. He knew she was tired, her body still recovering from the intensity of their lovemaking.