Aryan slumped at his desk in their cozy Mumbai apartment, staring at his latest exam results. Another C-minus. At 20, he was a second-year university student majoring in engineering, but his grades were tanking. Parties, late-night gaming, and zero motivation had caught up with him. His mother, Priya, a stunning 42-year-old widow who worked as a yoga instructor, noticed his gloom immediately when she got home from her evening class.
She was a vision in her tight leggings and crop top, her long black hair tied in a ponytail, sweat glistening on her curvaceous body. Her full D-cup breasts strained against the fabric, and her hips swayed with every step. Priya had always been close to Aryan—too close, some might say, after his father passed away five years ago. She doted on him, cooking his favorite meals, cuddling during movie nights, her soft body pressing against his in ways that stirred forbidden thoughts.
"Honey, what's wrong?" she asked, sitting beside him and placing a hand on his thigh. Her touch sent a spark through him.
"My grades, Mom. They're shit again."
Priya sighed, her dark eyes filled with concern—and something else, a mischievous glint. She'd been thinking about this for weeks. Aryan was lazy, but she knew what motivated men. And deep down, in the quiet nights when she touched herself, she fantasized about her handsome son. His broad shoulders, his strong hands... it was wrong, but the taboo made her pussy ache.
"Listen, beta," she said softly, leaning in so her breasts brushed his arm. "I want you to succeed. Study hard for the next exams. If you score top of the class... you can have me."
Aryan froze. "What?"
Priya's cheeks flushed, but she didn't back down. She cupped his face, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Honey, if you get the highest marks, you can fuck my wet, dripping pussy. All yours. Mommy's tight, juicy hole just for you."
His cock twitched instantly in his pants. "Mom... you're serious?"
"Dead serious," she purred, her hand sliding to his crotch, feeling him harden. "Imagine it—sliding into me, feeling how soaked I get for you. But only if you earn it."
That night, Aryan hit the books like never before. Priya teased him daily: bending over in short skirts, "accidentally" letting her robe slip open to reveal her lace bra, whispering dirty encouragements. "Think of Mommy's pussy clenching around your cock, beta. Study harder."
Two months later, the results were posted. Aryan stared at his phone in disbelief—98%, top of the class. He rushed home, bursting through the door.
"Mom! I did it!"
Priya was in the kitchen, wearing a sheer nightie that hugged her voluptuous figure. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric, and she wasn't wearing panties—he could see the shadow of her shaved mound. She turned, eyes lighting up. "My brilliant boy! Show me."
He thrust the phone at her. She squealed, pulling him into a hug, her big tits squishing against his chest. "I'm so proud! Now... your reward."
Without another word, she dropped to her knees, yanking down his jeans. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already throbbing. "Mmm, look at this big dick. All for Mommy."
She licked the tip, tasting his precum, then swallowed him deep. Aryan groaned, threading fingers through her hair as she bobbed, her mouth hot and sloppy. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her heaving breasts. But she pulled off with a pop. "Not yet. I want you inside me first."
Priya stood, slipping out of her nightie. Naked, she was a goddess—full, pendulous breasts with dark nipples, a trim waist flaring to wide hips, and between her thighs, her pussy lips glistened with arousal, pink and swollen.
She led him to the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed. Straddling him, she ground her wet slit along his shaft. "Feel how dripping I am? This pussy has been aching for you."
Aryan grabbed her hips. "Fuck, Mom... please."
She positioned his cock at her entrance and sank down slowly. Inch by inch, her tight, velvety walls enveloped him. "Oh god, yes! So big, beta... filling Mommy up!"
They both moaned as she bottomed out, her juices coating his balls. Priya rode him hard, her massive tits bouncing wildly. Aryan reached up, squeezing them, thumbs flicking her hard nipples. "Suck them," she begged. "Suck Mommy's big boobs."
He latched onto one, sucking greedily, tongue swirling around the stiff peak. Milk-like sweetness from her arousal filled his mouth as he nursed, biting gently. Priya ground her clit against him, her pussy squirting little spurts of wetness with each thrust.
"Fuck me harder!" she cried, slamming down. The room filled with wet slaps, her creamy fluids frothing around his cock.
They didn't stop. After she came twice on his dick—screaming, her walls pulsing—Aryan flipped her onto her back. He pounded into her missionary style, her legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his ass.
"Deeper, honey! Breed Mommy's pussy!"
He sucked her other breast, leaving hickeys on the soft flesh. Her nipples were swollen from his attention, leaking tiny beads of sweat he lapped up. Priya's hands roamed his back, nails scratching lightly as another orgasm built.
By afternoon, they'd moved to the couch. Priya on all fours, Aryan behind her, slamming in doggy. Her tits swung like pendulums; he reached around to pinch them, rolling the nipples between fingers. "These boobs are mine now," he growled.
"Yes! Suck them while you fuck me!"
He pulled out briefly, laying her on the cushions and tit-fucking her slick cleavage. His cock slid between her oiled breasts (she'd grabbed lotion for extra slip), the head popping into her waiting mouth each thrust. Then back inside her pussy, deeper than ever.
They fucked in the shower next—water cascading over their bodies. Priya pressed against the tiles, Aryan lifting one leg to plunge in. He buried his face in her soapy tits, sucking both nipples at once, biting softly as she came again, her pussy gushing down his thighs.
Evening came; they were exhausted but insatiable. On the kitchen floor, Priya rode him reverse cowgirl, her ass cheeks clapping against him. Aryan fondled her breasts from behind, twisting the nipples until she squirted all over the tiles.
Night fell. In bed, slow and intimate now. Aryan spooned her, cock buried deep, lazily thrusting. He suckled her breast like a babe, hand cupping the other, as she whispered, "Cum inside me, beta. Fill Mommy's wet pussy."
He did—rope after rope of hot seed flooding her. She milked him dry, her walls rippling.
But it wasn't over. All day, from dawn till midnight, they fucked relentlessly. Pussy only—tight, dripping, clenching. Breasts sucked raw, nipples aching from pleasure. Priya's encouragement had worked; Aryan's top score unlocked endless bliss.
"Anytime you want this again," she murmured, pussy still twitching around his softening cock, "just keep those grades up."
Aryan smiled, latching onto her boob once more. "Deal, Mom."
The sun filtered through the half-open curtains of Priya's bedroom, painting golden stripes across their sweat-damp skin. Aryan stirred first, his morning wood already thick and pulsing against his mother's plush ass. He was still spooned behind her, one arm draped possessively over her waist, palm cupping the heavy weight of her left breast. The nipple was stiff against his fingers, swollen from yesterday's endless sucking.
Priya moaned in her sleep, instinctively pushing back. Her pussy, still slick with last night's cum, fluttered around nothing. Aryan flexed his hips, sliding his cockhead along the crease of her ass until it nudged her soaked folds.
"Morning, beta," she murmured, voice husky with sleep and lust. She reached back, guiding him in. One smooth thrust and he was buried to the hilt, her walls gripping him like warm velvet. "Mmm… start the day right. Fuck Mommy awake."
Aryan groaned, starting a slow, lazy rhythm. Each stroke dragged his shaft along her G-spot, making her breath hitch. He squeezed her breast, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger until she whimpered. Then he latched on, sucking the fat bud into his mouth, tongue flicking the tip. Priya arched, pushing her tit deeper into his mouth while her pussy clenched rhythmically.
"Harder, honey… milk me while you fill me."
He obeyed, hips snapping faster. The wet squelch of her cunt echoed in the quiet room, mingling with the soft pop of his lips releasing her nipple to switch to the other. Both breasts were marked with faint hickeys, nipples shiny with saliva. Aryan bit down gently, tugging, and Priya came with a sharp cry—her juices gushing around his cock, dripping down his balls.
He didn't stop. Flipped her onto her stomach, ass slightly raised, and pounded her prone-bone. Her tits squished against the mattress, but he yanked her up by the shoulders so he could keep sucking. One hand snaked beneath to pinch and twist her clit; the other mauled her hanging breast. Priya screamed into the pillow, another orgasm ripping through her.
They finally stumbled to the kitchen at 10 AM, naked and sticky. Priya's thighs glistened with their mixed fluids; Aryan's cock bobbed, half-hard and glistening. She bent over the counter to pour coffee, deliberately spreading her legs. The sight of her puffy, well-fucked pussy lips made him instantly rigid again.
"Eat first," she teased, but he was already behind her, sliding home in one thrust. Coffee forgotten, he fucked her against the counter, her tits bouncing with each slam. He bent her forward more, face pressed to the cool marble, and latched onto a swinging breast from the side. Sucking hard, he felt her pussy spasm—another climax, her squirt splattering the cabinets.
Aryan pulled out only long enough to spin her around, hoist her onto the counter, and bury his face between her thighs. He lapped at her creamy folds, tongue scooping his own cum mixed with her nectar. Priya threaded fingers through his hair, grinding against his mouth.
"Drink it all, baby… then give me more."
He stood, cock sliding back in easily. Now face-to-face, he sucked both nipples in turns, hands kneading the soft flesh. Priya's legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. The counter creaked under their frantic rhythm.
By noon, Aryan's desk was forgotten—books shoved aside. Priya straddled him in his chair, riding slow and deep. Her tits were in his face, perfect for worship. He sucked one while pinching the other, feeling her pussy flutter each time he grazed her nipple with teeth.
"Imagine your friends knowing," she gasped, bouncing faster. "Top student… fucking his Mommy senseless."
The dirty talk sent him over. He gripped her hips, thrusting up hard, flooding her again. Cum leaked out around his cock as she kept riding, chasing her own peak. When she came, her tits jiggled wildly; he caught a nipple between his teeth, tugging until she sobbed in pleasure.
They napped tangled together, but even in sleep, Aryan's mouth found her breast. He woke suckling gently, cock hardening inside her. Priya stirred, smiling, and rolled atop him. Slow, languid fucking—her pussy so full of cum it made obscene squelching sounds. She fed him her tits like a feast, letting him alternate until both nipples were raw and throbbing.
"Never stop," she whispered, clenching around him. "This pussy is your prize forever."
Evening found them on the living room couch, Priya on her back, legs over Aryan's shoulders. He folded her nearly in half, pounding deep while devouring her breasts. Red marks bloomed across the pale flesh—love bites, suction bruises. Her pussy was a creamy mess, frothing with every thrust.
"Cum with me, beta… breed me again!"
He did, roaring as he emptied inside her. Priya's final orgasm milked him dry, her walls rippling like a fist.
They collapsed, his mouth still latched to her nipple, gently nursing as their breathing slowed. The day had been endless—pussy stretched, tits worshipped, both of them utterly spent.
Priya stroked his hair. "Exams again next month?"
Aryan grinned against her breast. "Already studying, Mom."