I was still naked when my husband left for office.
The door had barely closed when my son grabbed me from behind, pulled my saree down, and pushed me onto the bed. Within minutes I was riding him again. Completely bare, mangalsutra still around my neck, his thick cock buried deep inside me.
This had become our daily routine.
The moment my husband stepped out of the house, my son took over my body. He did things to me that even a whore would refuse… but I let him. Every single day.
After the first round I was already tired. My thighs were shaking, my pussy was sore, and sweat was running down between my breasts. I tried to get off him.
“Beta… enough… I’m tired… let me rest a little…”
He didn’t care. He held my waist and forced me to keep bouncing slowly on his cock.
“No, Amma. You’re not getting down. Keep riding.”
I was moving slowly, almost weakly, my heavy breasts swinging with every tired bounce. He reached up and started squeezing them hard, pinching my nipples between his fingers.
“Ahh… beta… stop… it hurts…”
He only pinched harder and thrust up into me.
“You say it hurts but your pussy is still gripping me so tight. Look at yourself… tired but still sitting on your son’s cock like a whore.”
I looked down at him. The same boy I raised was talking to me like this. I should have been angry… but instead a small smile came on my face.
He suddenly pulled me down onto his chest and started fucking me hard from below. His hands stayed on my breasts, squeezing and pulling while he pounded into me.
“You like this, don’t you? Your husband leaves and within minutes you’re bouncing on your own son’s dick. Shameless woman.”
I was breathing hard, moaning against his neck. He kept saying dirty things, calling me his personal whore, telling me how wet my married pussy gets only for him.
I lifted my head, looked into his eyes, and slowly slapped his face. Not hard… just enough.
He grinned.
“That’s all you can do? Slap me and then continue riding?”
I didn’t answer. I just sat up again, placed my hands on his chest, and started bouncing on his cock once more.
He let me ride for a while, then flipped me over and fucked me in every position he wanted. Kitchen floor, sofa, bathroom, against the wall… nowhere in the house was safe.
By afternoon I was completely drained, lying on the bed with his cum leaking out of me, and he was already hard again, pulling me on top of him for another round.
I looked at him, tired and defeated, and whispered,
“You’re going to fuck your mother the whole day again, aren’t you?”
He just smiled and pushed his cock back inside me.
Her husband used to give her just 3 strokes and then c*m in her pssy that once in many months but her son born her pssy goes deep in to her pssy with big tool and gives her ultimate satisfaction which you can see in her expressions 🔥🔥
Only son can give this satisfaction🔁