Rahul stepped into the kitchen after a long day, eyes locking on his mother Priya as she leaned against the counter in a tight blouse. "Back already?" she asked with a sharp smile. "Or did you miss your strong maa bossing you around?"
"Maybe I missed more than that, maa," Rahul shot back, stepping closer. "You always know how to keep things interesting." Priya laughed, her voice low and teasing. "Flattery won't save you, but it might earn you a taste of what you're craving." The air thickened as she closed the distance, her hand brushing his arm with deliberate intent.
Tension crackled when Priya pulled him into a fierce kiss, her strong hands guiding him against the wall. "Show me how horny you are," she murmured, dropping to her knees. She freed his hard cock and took it in a wet, eager blowjob, tongue swirling while he groaned.
"Your pussy is dripping already," Rahul panted as she stood and shoved him to the floor, straddling him with commanding grace. Priya sank onto his throbbing cock, riding him hard, her ass slapping against his thighs. "That's it—fuck your maa's wet pussy like you mean it," she demanded between witty gasps.
Sweating and panting, they moved in rhythm, her strong body controlling every thrust. Rahul gripped her ass, driving deeper until she came with a cry, her walls clenching tight. He followed, spilling cum inside her as they both shuddered.
Priya collapsed beside him, still smirking. "Not bad for round one, but don't think you're done yet."
As they caught their breath, she whispered, "Tomorrow the real games begin."
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