** I am writing it all new. Same story with a bit different plot. **
She leans forward slightly, lips parted and ready. Her hands grip his thighs tighter, nails digging into the fabric of his pants. The anticipation hangs heavy between them, thick with lust and affection.
"Give it to me," she urges softly. "Let me taste you." Her tongue flicks out again—a desperate, open plea.
Arjun spits a mouthful into her waiting mouth.
Kajal's eyes widen as the warm, salty liquid fills her. She closes her lips around it, swallowing with a soft, appreciative moan. Her throat works as she gulps it down, savoring the taste.
"Mmm, thank you, my sweet boy," she murmurs, voice thick and satisfied. "That was delicious." She licks her lips clean, eyes never leaving his. "Mommy loves tasting you."
Her hands slide from his thighs up to his waistband, fingers hooking under the fabric. She looks up with a pleading expression.
"Can I have more?" she asks softly. "Can I worship your beautiful body now?"
Her gaze drops to the heavy bulge in his pants. She leans forward and presses a reverent kiss against the cloth.
The DesireLink interface pulses in the corner of his vision.
**Suggestion:**
*Grant permission. Show her what she wants. Let her see how hard she makes you.*
"Yes, Mom," he says, voice rough. "Being dirty with you makes me so fucking horny."
He opens his pants and frees his cock.
Even he is shocked.
In his previous life it had only been six inches.
This body carries something far more impressive—thick, heavily veined, a full ten inches of hard, flushed flesh that stands rigid against his stomach.
Kajal's eyes widen in pure awe. A gasp escapes her lips, quickly followed by a low, appreciative sound.
"Oh my…" she breathes, gaze fixed on the thick shaft. "Look at you, my handsome boy. You've grown so big and strong."
She reaches out with trembling hands. Her fingers wrap around his length and stroke him gently, marveling at the heat and hardness.
"So thick and beautiful," she murmurs, voice filled with reverence. "Mommy is so proud of her son."
Leaning forward, she presses a soft kiss to the tip before opening her mouth wide. She takes him in slowly, inch by inch, until the head presses against the back of her throat. Her eyes water slightly from the effort, but she does not pull away.
"Yeah, Mom," he whispers, one hand sliding into her hair. "Suck it. Clean it. You're so good."
Kajal hums with pleasure around his shaft. The vibrations send waves of heat through him. She begins to bob her head, lips sliding up and down his length with eager, practiced ease. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head, lapping at the pre-cum that beads there.
"Yes, mommy's good boy," she murmurs between sucks, the words muffled and wet. "Mommy will clean your beautiful cock so well."
Her hands join her mouth—stroking, caressing, taking him deeper. She looks up at him, eyes watering but filled with pure adoration and lust.
"You taste so good," she says, pulling back just enough to speak. "Mommy could suck you all day long."
Her pace quickens. Her movements grow more urgent as she feels him swell in her mouth. She wants his release. She wants to swallow every drop.
"Come for mommy—"
"Not so soon," he whispers.
He grabs her head with both hands and thrusts all the way in one powerful stroke.
Kajal's eyes fly open in surprise as he buries himself deep in her throat. A muffled gag escapes her, but she quickly adjusts, relaxing her throat to take every inch. Her hands grip his thighs tightly, nails digging into his skin as she takes him to the hilt.
"Mmmph!" she cries around his shaft, the sound vibrating through him. "Yes, darling—fuck mommy's throat!"
Tears stream down her cheeks. She struggles to breathe through her nose, but she does not pull away. Instead she begins to move with him, meeting his thrusts, letting him use her mouth exactly the way he wants.
One hand cups his balls, gently massaging them. The other slides up his stomach to rest over his heart, feeling how hard it pounds.
The app's voice is soft and approving in his mind.
**Status:**
*Deep-throat accepted.
Throat fully opened.
She is completely submissive.
Continue. Give her what she craves.*
Kajal's body trembles with the effort of taking him so deep, yet she pushes through every discomfort, determined to please him. Her throat muscles contract around his shaft with every swallow, milking him.
"Mmmph… mmm…" she moans around his length, sounds muffled and desperate. "Mommy loves this… loves having your big cock in her throat…"
She can feel him swelling even larger. The tip presses hard against the back of her throat. She knows he is close. Her hand on his balls tightens slightly, encouraging him.
Her hips rock in time with his thrusts, her own arousal soaking the fabric of her saree as she kneels before him, completely focused on bringing him to the edge.
With a final, powerful thrust he buries himself to the root.
Kajal feels his cock pulse and swell—then the hot rush of his release floods her throat. She swallows greedily, throat working to take every drop.
"Mmmph!" she cries, eyes rolling back as the warm seed slides down. "Yes… yes… give it all to mommy…"
She continues to suck and swallow, milking him for every last bit until he finally pulls back. She gasps for air, chest heaving. A thick strand of saliva and cum connects her swollen lips to the tip of his cock.
"Oh my…" she pants, looking up at him with dazed, wet eyes. "That was… incredible."
She licks her lips clean, savoring the taste of him.
"Mommy loves making you feel good."
The DesireLink panel glows softly.
**Mission progress updated.**
*First climax achieved.
Target fully compliant.
Arousal levels extreme.
Next suggestion available when ready.*