I pushed open the front door of our Mumbai flat, the late afternoon heat clinging to my skin like a second layer after the crowded local train ride home from university. The house was quiet except for the faint rustle of fabric coming from the master bedroom. "Step-mom?" I called out, dropping my bag in the hallway and heading straight there, my cock already twitching at the thought of her.
The door was ajar. My gorgeous blood-unrelated step-mom Priya sat cross-legged on the king-sized bed amid a colorful pile of freshly laundered sarees and salwars, folding them with calm, practiced motions. She wore only a thin white petticoat tied loosely around her hips and a cropped blouse that strained against her massive, heavy breasts, dark nipples poking stiffly through the damp cotton—she'd clearly been sweating in the humid air. "Ah, you came just in time, beta," she said with a sultry smile, patting the mattress beside her. "Come sit with your step-mom while I finish folding these."
I didn't hesitate. I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed, settling close enough that our thighs touched. Immediately, my step-mom Priya spread her thick legs wide, the petticoat riding up to expose her bare, shaved pussy—already swollen and glistening, pink inner lips parted and dripping with thick strands of arousal that soaked the bedsheet beneath her. The musky, intoxicating scent of her wet cunt filled the warm room, mixing with the fresh lavender detergent on the clothes.
Without a word, I slid two fingers straight into her scalding, sopping hole. She gasped softly but kept folding a red silk saree, her hands steady even as her pussy clenched greedily around my digits. I started finger-fucking her hard and deep—curling my fingers to stroke that spongy spot inside, thumb grinding rough circles over her engorged clit. Wet, obscene squelching sounds echoed with every thrust, her creamy juices coating my hand up to the wrist, dripping down my forearm and onto the bed. Her big ass shifted against the mattress, hips rocking subtly to meet my rhythm, but she acted casual, humming under her breath as she stacked another folded blouse.
"Give me your soaked panties, step-mom," I growled, voice thick with need. She reached into the laundry pile without missing a beat, fishing out the lacy black thong she'd worn earlier—drenched through, the crotch panel stiff with her dried and fresh arousal. She handed it to me with a wicked grin.
I pressed the warm, sodden fabric straight to my face, inhaling deeply—the sharp, heady tang of her pussy juices flooding my senses, making my cock throb painfully in my jeans. One hand kept plunging relentlessly into her gushing cunt, three fingers now stretching her wide, feeling her walls flutter and milk me. With my other hand, I held the panties tight over my nose and mouth, breathing her in like a drug. I yanked my zipper down with my free hand, freeing my rock-hard cock, and started jerking furiously—fist pumping from base to leaking tip, smearing precum everywhere.
My step-mom Priya's breathing grew ragged, her massive tits heaving as she folded faster, pretending normalcy while her pussy spasmed around my fingers. I could feel her climax building—her clit throbbing under my thumb, inner walls rippling in waves. The room smelled of sex and clean cotton, the ceiling fan doing nothing to cool the heat between us.
We shattered together: her cunt clamped down hard, squirting hot floods of girl-cum over my hand and the bedsheets as she moaned low into a folded salwar; my cock erupted in thick ropes, splattering my shirt and her thigh while I groaned into her soaked panties. She rode out the aftershocks on my fingers, milking every pulse, until we both went limp and panting.
Finally, my step-mom Priya pulled away gently, her pussy making a lewd pop as my fingers slipped free. She stood, petticoat clinging to her dripping thighs. "I think your step-mom needs a quick bath now," she murmured, voice husky, blowing me a kiss. Exhausted and blissed-out, I just nodded, stripped off my cum-stained clothes, and collapsed naked onto the bed, the scent of her arousal still on my face as I drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep
I stirred from my deep afternoon nap, the Mumbai evening heat thick and heavy in the bedroom, the ceiling fan creaking lazily overhead as golden-orange light filtered through the half-drawn curtains. My gorgeous blood-unrelated step-mom Priya was already straddling me, completely naked—her lush, curvaceous body pressed flush against mine, massive heavy breasts squished against my chest, dark nipples hard as diamonds scraping my skin with every breath. She'd slipped into bed while I slept, her thick thighs bracketing my hips, and now her scalding, dripping pussy hovered directly over my rapidly hardening cock.
She wasn't rushing. My step-mom Priya rocked slowly, lovingly, dragging her soaked, swollen folds along my full length—up and down, coating me in the slick mixture of her fresh arousal and the remnants of my earlier cum that still leaked from her well-fucked cunt. The blend was obscene: thick, creamy strands of my dried seed from the folding session mixing with her new gushes of clear, sticky nectar, creating a lewd, slippery glaze that squelched softly with every gentle grind. Her puffy outer lips parted around my veiny shaft, her engorged clit catching and rubbing deliciously against my ridge, sending sparks through both of us. The scent was intoxicating—musky pussy, salty cum, and her familiar jasmine perfume—filling the warm air as beads of sweat traced down her cleavage and dripped onto my chest.
Our eyes locked, hers dark and tender with raw adoration, mine hazy with sleep and instant lust. "My sweet boy," my step-mom Priya whispered, voice husky and loving, before leaning down. Her full lips met mine softly at first, then parted as I opened my mouth hungrily. We kissed deep and wet, tongues sliding together in a slow dance, exchanging warm saliva that tasted faintly of her earlier chai and pure desire. She moaned into my mouth, the vibration humming through me as she kept that gentle rhythm—her dripping pussy gliding along my throbbing cock, not entering, just teasing with perfect friction, her juices running down to soak my balls and the sheets beneath.
The tension built unbearably slow, every nerve alight: the velvet heat of her cunt lips hugging my shaft, the slick drag over my sensitive head smearing precum into the mess, her big ass flexing subtly as she ground in small circles. Her breasts swayed against me, nipples dragging fire across my skin. I gripped her wide hips, feeling her tremble, but let her control the pace—loving, intimate, maddening.
We crested together in a shuddering wave: her pussy pulsed hard against my cock, clit throbbing as she flooded us both with a fresh gush of hot cum that soaked everything; my shaft jerked between her folds, erupting in thick, pulsing ropes that painted her pink lips and clit white, mixing into the creamy slurry already there. She swallowed my groan with one last deep kiss, then pulled back just enough to press a tender kiss to my forehead.
"Good night, my sweetheart," my step-mom Priya murmured lovingly, voice soft and sated, before collapsing onto me—her naked body curling around mine like I was her favorite teddy bear, one leg thrown over my thigh, her cum-slick pussy nestled warmly against my spent cock. Arms wrapped tight, hearts slowing together, we drifted into deep, peaceful sleep, the room filled with the lingering scent of our shared release.