Busty Indian Mother Submits to Son

Busty Indian Mother Submits to Son

Published on: 2023-11-13 15:42:40


In their youth, Raja and Anaya were full of promise and optimistic about the future, but the years weren't kind. Despite Raja's accounting degree, they struggled to make ends meet. This was a problem unfortunately compounded by the birth of their son, Sai. Anaya wished to contribute to the family funds, but it wasn't viable with a child to raise and Raja wouldn't allow it in any capacity. Raja saw putting a roof over their heads and food on the table as his responsibility alone, just like his father.

To find suitable work, they were forced to move from their family and friends to a dilapidated apartment on the outskirts of the capital. Anaya did her best to make the ramshackle house feel like a home. Raja held down two jobs for a time and his pride prevented him from taking handouts from his parents. Anaya was more willing to seek aid and kept the extra money secret.

As the years passed, Raja became spiteful of his lot in life and not achieving his potential. Instead of taking out his frustrations on his family, Raja became more reserved and seemed to shrink into his cheap grey suit. Raja's relationship with Anaya crumbled, and their marital bed fell silent. Raja wasted time trying to crawl his way up the corporate ladder and make a name for himself, while neglecting Anaya and Sai.


Anaya raised Sai almost single-handedly and he was right under her thumb. Sai grew increasingly resentful of his workaholic father. This was mostly due to him seeing his once vibrant mother wilt and fall into a stupor. He'd often catch her sobbing and rush to comfort her. When he'd ask her what was wrong, she'd only smile through her tears and hold him.


Their neighbourhood was unsavoury, and Anaya didn't want Sai associating with street urchins, so he resigned himself to schoolwork and watching other children play into the late hours. Rather than fall into delinquency, and cause further heartache for Anaya, Sai helped around the house and the two would spend their days together. Sai came to understand it was more for her sake than his own.

Anaya never admitted her loneliness to Raja because she feared to cause him undue stress, such was her self-esteem at the time. However, Sai would often argue with Raja about getting another job or Sai quitting his studies to find work and lessen his father's burden. Raja and Anaya wouldn't allow their son to throw away his future. After a certain point, Anaya pleaded with Sai to not provoke his father anymore because it upset her. Sai acquiesced and focused his attention fully towards his studies. Sai aimed to excel and one day take his mother from their lonely house.

By the time Sai turned eighteen, Raja noticed how much he resembled him in his younger days, as if an angry mirror to the past was silently judging him for his squandered life. Raja was stuck in his ways and pushed such thoughts to back of his mind. Anaya saw the likeness as well and it brought on a certain melancholy and wistfulness around her handsome son.

Unbeknownst to either parent, Sai had become attached to his mother, in a way a son shouldn't. All the time and effort he'd spent aiding Anaya through his burgeoning adulthood had stirred a forbidden attraction. Sai's dismissed his feelings at first, thinking he only wanted to protect and care for his mother. However, in his most private moments his thoughts turned to romance. He would try to place some other woman in his mother's stead, but, to his shame, he finally admitted there had never been another woman.

Sai remembered back to when Anaya sat him down for the birds and the bees talk. She used a sex education book for reference, which detailed the male and female anatomy. Sai shyly asked whether his mother was the same as the females in the diagrams. Anaya laughed, slightly embarrassed herself, and said of course, which made him curious to learn more. Anaya mentioned wet dreams and Sai was able to put a term to what he'd already been experiencing, but he didn't say they featured his mother.

Sai was in for further turmoil when his thoughts escalated to lust. The root of Sai's incestuous desire was simple to decipher. Anaya was 5'3" with a swarthy complexion. She had gained a few pounds in recent years to become a voluptuous vision. Her breasts and buttocks were large and bouncing in sarees that clung to her curves and rode up the crack of her behind. Sai often daydreamed about the fabric against her soft skin and how his mother threatened to burst out at every moment. Anaya also had dark hair, lush thighs, big motherly hips and a slight belly. Sai loved that, at 5'11", he towered over his thick mother. She'd look up at him innocently with her big brown eyes, while he'd ogle the deep recess of her cleavage.

There was some lingering trepidation on Sai's part, he considered finding a girlfriend to sway his thoughts, but it was truly too little too late. There was also a further twist in the tale as Sai began to resent his mother's blatantly arousing figure, a feeling which had been brewing for some time. He wondered how could she walk around like that in front of her own son? Did she not realize he was practically a man? A man who had been taking better care of her than his father ever did? Sai was angered by irrational slights because the truth was Anaya no longer saw herself as attractive. The ill-fitting sarees were due to a force of habit, while she had tried in her younger years to gain her husband's interest and at least physically reconnect.

In his efforts to woo his mother and satisfy his curiosities, Sai became very affectionate towards her. His kisses brushed her lips. He would hug her so tight that her warm bosom pressed against him, in the process he would almost poke her with his obscene erection. Sai would dance with her in the kitchen and grip her by the hips, while slightly tugging on her saree to make the globes of her bottom tremble.

On their get-togethers, Sai even flirted with his mother, going as far as to say that people must mistake them for a couple, since they were together so often, causing Anaya to playfully admonish him. Sai spoke about his plans for the future and getting his mother out of their squalid home. Anaya didn't dismiss the idea, but her response was not so encouraging; saying it would be a comfort to her when she grew old. Sai was hoping for a more earnest reaction.

Sai and Anaya had always been loving towards each other, but his newfound drive didn't go unnoticed by her. The kisses, adjusting himself after a hug, playing with her saree and talk of moving brought about ambivalent feelings in Anaya. There was something untoward in her son's words and touch. Anaya recognised that perhaps she'd coddled him too much, but part of her was flattered by her dashing son.


It had been a long time since Raja had shown her any attention and Sai's interest in her was harmless, cute even. Anaya studied herself in a rarely used mirror, curious about what her son saw in her and what he liked best before dismissively shaking her head. Sai will soon go to college and find girls his own age; he will forget this passing fancy, she thought.

Sai's taboo acts only served to make him more frustrated and brazen. Regular occurrences such as Anaya scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees took on an erotic quality. Anaya's ample breasts would dangle and swing to the point where if she wasn't careful they would hit the wet floor and be soaked to the skin. Sai often believed Anaya caught him staring out of the corner of her eye, but she would only smile and jokingly ask if he had given up helping her around the house. Sai would blush and quickly get to work.

Sai went on to steal his mother's bras, or a more apt description her melon-holders. Upon closer examination, he was able to wear one cup like a helmet. Sai would stroke his nine-inch member to countless orgasms all over Anaya's bras. He created a game where he would see if he could ejaculate enough to fill both cups. Sai was savvy enough to not have his bra stealing discovered, but Anaya observed that he seemed tired of late and urged him to get more sleep. Anaya's genuine concern inadvertently gave Sai another idea.

Sai started sleeping in at weekends, since school remained a priority. This forced his mother to come and rouse him. Anaya began to be confronted by a massive tentpole in her son's bedsheets. The first few occasions she'd let out a faint gasp and cover her eyes in embarrassment, thrilling Sai to no end. While he feigned sleep, his turgid cock would twitch and spew precum, leaving a dark stain right in front of his mother. Sai would even call out to her as if in a naughty dream. Initially, Anaya wasn't entirely shocked by this development, given Sai's recent behaviour. It was still harmless for him just to fantasize.

Anaya would then wake Sai, without disturbing his bedsheets, gently scold him for his laziness and state he was not a little boy needing to be woken anymore. This was clear to see by his swollen young meat. Sai was much more well-endowed than Raja, which was Anaya's only point of comparison now that she thought of it. She would proceed to condemn herself for her lewd notions.

This back and forth was soon their weekend ritual. Anaya grew accustomed to the natural display of Sai's virility and reasoned she was only proud of his growth. However, Sai's throbbing cock and constant calls to her were becoming a concern. Sai's phase was going on longer than she had expected and there were no other women on the horizon yet. Anaya also had to contend with the fact that being the sole cause of Sai's arousal provoked a wetness in her nether regions, which she found hard to resist taking care of. She would turn her thoughts to Raja or muscle-bound hunks, while playing with herself, but the image of her son's morning wood continued to appear and make her gush.

Despite Sai's teasing, Anaya's maternal instincts mostly prevailed. Sai concluded he needed to be underhanded to make his fantasies come true. He encouraged Anaya to drink more on their outings. Anaya never had much of a tolerance for alcohol, but it provided her the means to drown her sorrows, along with breaking down her inhibitions.

On one occasion, she was charmed by Sai's compliments on her beauty. She was thankful to him for getting her out of the house, but she insisted that he find a girl to take out instead for a change. Sai smiled at his mother's slurred speech and looked around the room. To his delight, there were jealous glances being thrown his way. Anaya followed his gaze and found men leering at her. Sai put his arm around his mother and she realized what was going on but didn't protest. What a naughty boy I've raised, she thought dreamily.

One night, Sai put his plan into action and drove his drunken mother home. Anaya dozed in the passenger seat with her legs spread. A series of ramps caused tremors along Anaya's jiggling breasts. Sai had to be careful not to crash. At home, Sai carried Anaya to the couch with his hands softly caressing the wonderous curvature of her hips. Anaya fell asleep and Raja was passed out in the bedroom after another day of self-imposed toil.

Sai marvelled at Anaya's chest heaving with each breathe. Cautiously, he pulled out his straining member from his underwear and stood over his sleeping mother. His cock was aching in his hand and already leaking precum. Sai ground his meat against his mother's saree covered tits, his cock lightly slapping the top of her swelling tit flesh, while dribbling precum all over them. The whiteness of his seed against his mother's brown pillows was a sight he would treasure.

Sai needed to go further and pulled Anaya's saree down by her shoulders, leaving only a straining white bra in his way to heaven. Anaya's nipples were hard and prominent through the material. Sai jabbed each nipple with the head of his erection and tried to catch each nub within the slit of his cock. His precum moistened the bra around her areolae until they were almost transparent. My fat cock is smearing your big nipples mother, look how hard they are for me, he thought.

Sai then cupped Anaya's bra-clad tits and made them bounce and quake. The crashing waves of his mother's undulating titties in the confines of her bra mesmerized him. His father was a fool and he was going to claim his teasing mother for his own pleasure, thought Sai thoroughly enjoying himself. Anaya moaned Sai's name in her sleep, momentarily alarming him, and he ceased fondling her. It quickly dawned on Sai that his mother was thinking of him. After that near escape and with the greatest reluctance, Sai fixed his mother's saree and wiped away his precum, but not before taking a few pictures.

The following day, Anaya was still asleep, while Sai ate breakfast with a big smile on his face. Raja failed to notice his son was unusually happy to see him and announced that he would be attending a business conference for a few days. Sai couldn't believe that he had received succour from his no-good father. Raja told Sai to inform his mother and rushed off to work without breakfast.

When Anaya awoke, she was hungover to such an extent that she swore off drink for the time being and Sai breathed not a word of the business trip. Sai formulated his stratagem; since Raja always came home late he could take his father's place next to his lovely mother. Sai was full of anticipation as he performed all his mother's household chores, so she could rest easy. Anaya thanked heaven for granting her a wonderful son and remarked that he would make a woman very happy one day. Anaya's thoughts drifted to the dream she had of Sai groping her last night; it had seemed so vivid and real, which frightened and aroused her in equal measure.

That night, Sai crept into his parent's darkened bedroom in only his boxers. He could make out his mother's cock stiffening frame. Sai willed himself to slip under the covers. He lay there a moment considering his next move. Sai snuggled next to his mother and made abrupt contact with her buoyant booty. Being in such close proximity did wonders for his erection, which grew to full mast and protruded from his underwear.

Anaya mumbled her husband's name and Sai froze as his cock pressed against her round behind. Sai attempted to adjust himself, but instead he sandwiched his cock between her two quaking cheeks. Only Anaya's skimpy panties protected her pussy from Sai's blood engorged meat. Not one to stand on ceremony, Sai humped his mother's fat ass, which was very accommodating as it jiggled to and fro cradling his pulsing cock. Anaya was in a daze, it had been years since Raja initiated intimacy and he was never this swollen. Anaya became wet and drenched her panties. Sai felt his mother's arousal permeate her panties and coat his cock in her juices.

Oh, it's been too long for you slut; I'm glad we can both enjoy this, thought Sai mischievously. Anaya clenched her wobbling rear around Sai's manhood and ground against his pelvis. This provided a brilliant valley for Sai to drive his cock into over and over. Sai could feel his mother's aching pussy lips slip by with each thrust. Anaya was in awe at how vigorously Raja mauled her ass, even in their youth he was never this forceful.

Sai was a little overenthusiastic and his huge meat was ensnared under Anaya's hungry panties, which were riding up her buttocks. Undeterred, and with his heavy ball-sack now smacking his mother's vast bottom, Sai continued his rampant assault. Anaya's juicy ass clapped rhythmically under her son's pounding and she whimpered in ecstasy. The darkness only served to heighten the sensation of Anaya's luscious body and Sai's pulsating cock.

Anaya worried they were making too much noise, yet the thought of Sai hearing her mewling in heat excited her. He was probably wanking his fat cock and imagining himself in his father's place, she thought scandalously. Anaya was in no mood to scorn herself for such ideas when she was this close to climax.

Anaya's rump was proving too much to bear as it squeezed Sai's cock and his breathing became ragged. The two of them were working up quite a sweat and Sai loved how his mother glistened. With the last of his strength, Sai seized as much of his mother's juggs as he could fit into his hands through her flimsy nightie and erupted all over her globes. Simultaneously, Anaya's massive thighs shook, and she had a series of powerful orgasms with her juices running down her legs. She could feel hot cum glazing her entire ass.

Exhausted, Sai had to compose himself and retreat from the room, while his mother was still in the throes of her own orgasms. When Anaya recovered she turned over to find that, as far as she knew, her husband had left. She tried to stay awake for Raja's return because she desperately needed to be fucked, but soon fell fast asleep.

After the resounding success that first night, Sai was elated. He could hear his mother having her morning shower and imagined her scrubbing her bountiful cum-stained cheeks. Sai decided to ride his luck and returned to his parent's room, which still smelled from the exertions last night. Anaya had left her cum blasted panties in the laundry basket. The panties reeked of her intoxicating scent and Sai inhaled deeply. He had to exercise a lot of willpower to not stuff them into his mouth before scarpering back to his room for his morning wake up call.

Anaya opened his door wearing only a cotton bathrobe. The expanse of her cleavage swelled with her succulent titties on the verge of plopping out, preferably on Sai's face, and still rather wet. Anaya was greeted by the usual bulge in the bedsheets. She sat on Sai's bedside a moment. Sai's erection reminded Anaya of the previous night's escapade with Raja. She felt a wetness and heat emanate from her pussy.

Right on cue, Sai's big head leaked precum, darkening the sheets, and he called out for his mother. Anaya's breasts were now inches from Sai's veiled tool. However, showing some willpower of her own, Anaya broke from her reverie and woke Sai up. It seemed his streak of luck had run out, but there was a promising dampness where his mother had just been seated.

In the kitchen, Sai mentioned his concern about some peculiar noises last night. Anaya blushed deeply, unable to explain, to Sai's amusement. Anaya managed to say that it was nothing to be worried about. She had a restlessness about her, which was not overlooked by Sai. He decided to try a different tact with his mother for later.

Anaya waited in vain for Raja to come home and quell her desire. Sai returned late that night. His dinner was in the oven and he listened for his mother. He heard moaning from the bedroom, which confirmed his suspicions that she was masturbating. Sorry mother, he thought, you'll have to make do with your hands, no cock for you tonight. To really twist the knife and test her limits, Sai locked his door and waited.

An hour later, there was movement from his parent's bedroom. Footsteps made their way through the house and stopped at his door. The light from the hallway was now blocked by a shadow. A hand fiddled with his door knob, but it was no use. Sai grinned from ear to ear.

On the other side, Anaya, in her nightie, tried to deny the reason she'd come to her son's bedroom door in the middle of the night, rationalizing that she didn't really know what she was doing anymore and needed to get off however she could. She detected whispers from Sai's room and pressed her ear to the door. Sai was stroking his big cock and describing all the dirty thoughts he had about his mother, just loud enough that she could hear him.

"Oh mother," he moaned, "how can you walk around like that, your body is obscene; just look at what you do to me. Those big breasts and that huge ass...you should be ashamed of yourself parading around in front of your own son. What am I supposed to do now? You're the only woman for me." Anaya's hand unconsciously reached down towards her smouldering pussy and played with her clit.

"You must have noticed how hard I am in the mornings, it's all your fault, you hot slut. Can't you see I can give you what your shitty husband can't? Huge young cock for you to slobber on? We need to make up for lost time. I could probably teach you a thing or two, you prudish whore," continued Sai. He had to restrain himself because his dirty talk was bringing him close to blowing his load early.

Anaya was on her knees tweaking her erect nipples and furiously frigging herself. The sloshing juices of her cunt were audible to Sai. "I've wanted to bend you over the kitchen sink and ram your fat ass in front of father. If you don't take care of my problem soon, I'll go nuts. Would you like that mother? To finally know what you're good for? Bouncing on your son's cock while he stretches your neglected pussy that's what," said Sai letting out all his anger. Anaya's head was spinning, and she was a sopping mess on the floor.

"And those noises last night," said Sai growing ever more daring, "I wonder, you dumb bitch, how would react if you knew I was the one dry humping your ass and making you cum all over the place?" Anaya froze in disbelief. Her son had been ramming his fat cock between her cheeks and dousing them in cum. A mixture of shame and arousal overwhelmed her.

Sai went for the kill and leaned against his door. "I'd like to let you in on another little secret. I saw the stain you left on my bed this morning," said Sai with a smirk. Anaya's eyes went wide with fear at how sudden Sai's voice had come closer. He must know I'm right here! she thought. "You've wanted your son's cock for quite some time. I had an inkling that if I left you alone waiting on father, who's on a business trip by the way, you would come knocking on my door. I wonder what you planned to do," laughed Sai. Anaya gave no reply.

"You have a choice mother: We can forget all this and go back to the way things were. You can live out the rest of your days unloved by your foolish husband and I will move out to attend college. You'll see little of me from then on," suggested Sai. Anaya was crestfallen at the idea of driving her son from her. "On the other hand, you could go back to your room and wait for me, the one man who has showered you with love and attention. I will see to it that you'll never want for anything a day in your life," declared Sai.

Everything was moving so fast that Anaya had trouble processing Sai's words, but she knew that he spoke the truth. Sai sounded so powerful in his conviction that her knees buckled. She stood perfectly still and gathered her thoughts. She admitted to herself that her worries about Sai's attraction had been half-hearted, she loved the attention. She had never dealt with her own increasing desire for him either, in fact she revelled in her salaciousness, but could she really go through with taking her son to bed?

Sai waited impatiently for his mother's answer. Damn your indecisiveness mother, you would rather stay like this all night than choose. You're going to make me come out there aren't you? he thought.

Sai swiftly unlocked his door and surprised his mother in the hallway. Anaya gawked upon finally seeing her son's monster in all it's hard, veiny glory and his big balls dangling with cum. "Let me make this easy for you mother," he said pinning her against the wall. Anaya put up little resistance with her ass now presented to Sai. He noticed his feet were wet and laughed. "You've ruined the carpet. I'm going to have to punish you," he said, while yanking down her panties, which Anaya kindly stepped out of.

Sai commanded his mother to shake her ass for him. Anaya looked hesitantly at him and merely complied to his demand. She wiggled her hips and lo and behold her ass shook like jelly. Sai slowly worked his hand up and down his meat. Anaya kept looking back at Sai's cock, pointing at her with menacing intent. She started to jump on the spot to provide more bounce to the ounce. Sai was pleased by his mother's efforts to bring him extra visual stimulation. I'm just submitting to my son, she thought with a dwindling sense of horror.

Sai kneaded his mother's ass, spreading her big cheeks as far as he could. He got an eyeful of her wet hairy hole and a twitching asshole. He let go and her globes smacked and shuddered back into the place. He liked that motion so much he did it a few more times.

I've got to have a taste, thought Sai and ordered his mother to shake her behind while he lapped up her pussy. Anaya squirmed as Sai got on his knees, pushed legs apart and licked her honeyed snatch. His tongue would flit against her anus sending shivers down her spine. Sai was afraid his eardrums would burst as Anaya's cheeks rained down on him. Sai sucked on his mother's swollen clit for all he was worth, and she rewarded him with more of her sodden cunt juice. Whatever he lacked in experience he certainly made up for enthusiasm, thought Anaya.

Sai stood up with his face dripping and fingered his mother. He turned her head around to kiss him and she tasted her own nectar on his tongue. Their tongues intertwined in a hot messy taboo kiss. Sai was now three fingers deep in her pussy. The tell-tale sign of Anaya's quavering thighs indicated her impending orgasm. Sai increased his speed causing Anaya to moan right into his mouth and suck his tongue. Anaya plastered her thighs with cum and would have collapsed to the ground if Sai had not kept her upright.

Sai smiled gleefully, while his mother regained her senses. Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull. Her tongue swung about searching for another kiss. She muttered under her breathe and Sai told her to speak up. "Please Sai, please fuck me, please fuck your mother," she begged. Sai was on a total power trip and relished his mother's pleading.

"You had your chance mother, now you're just my slut," said Sai shaking his head. He instructed his mother to go back to her room and slapped her on the rear. Anaya was speechless and stumbled off to bed. I can't believe it...I'm...I'm my son's slut now? And did he just refuse me? she thought indignantly. Shit, did I just say no?! thought Sai.


Sai was restless as he ruminated on the night's events. I can't let dominating my mother go to my head like that again. Okay, maybe a little, he thought smugly. To continue Anaya's submission, he needed to strike while the iron was hot and give her no quarter. That doesn't mean I can't get creative, and father needs to be taken care of, he pondered with a dry chuckle.

Anaya tossed and turned in bed, still reeling from her whorish behaviour. For the second night in a row, she had been rendered a wanton slut and washed herself clean of cum. She was having quite the identity crisis, but was also curious as to what Sai had in store for her.

Anaya woke up bleary-eyed and spotted her dainty floral apron hanging on the door. Puzzled, she found a note attached, which read: Good morning slut, time for breakfast. Put this on and nothing else. Turn over for further instructions. With trembling hands, she did as she was told. P.S: Tell me you've been dreaming of my huge cock in your fat cunt, and don't forget my good morning kiss :)

Anaya was dumbfounded; her face turned crimson, and her heart was all a flutter. If I don't do something soon, he's going to walk all over me, she daydreamed, biting her lip. "Until Raja returns, it's probably best not to anger Sai," she said breathlessly.

Sai paced the kitchen in his underwear, drumming his fingers along the table. Hurry up, mother, and make my fucking day, he thought, raring to go. He busied himself with the radio and found some baby-making R&B to set the mood.

Suddenly, Sai glimpsed his mother take a tentative step into the light of the hallway. He's even playing sexy music! This is too much! My apron barely fits; this would be so much easier with a bra. Oh, I'm getting wet again, thought Anaya despairingly, rubbing her plump thighs together. You sure know how to tease, but then again you've had a lot of practice, you big titty bitch, he fumed.

Remember, Anaya, you've got to keep him entertained, she thought deludedly. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and revealed herself, tit first of course. "Oh fuck," she heard Sai groan.

Anaya's tremulous knockers spilled over the top of her apron, which was precariously tied with little bows at her neck and lower back. While she showcased earth-shattering cleavage, the rest of her tit-flesh escaped from the exposed sides of her skimpy kitchen gown.

Anaya cut a frustrated figure as she struggled to fix the spaghetti-thin straps. Sai tracked the outline of her nipples, zipping and zagging under her vain attempts to adjust herself. Alternating which strap she pulled caused her breasts to smack against one another like Newton's cradle in jugg form. Serendipitously, as she grappled with her wobbling udders, she moved in time with the bass-heavy music.

Anaya tried cupping her melons to reduce the tightness around her chest, but to no avail. However, her efforts caused her titties to swell even further. As the straps slipped off her shoulders, Sai's meat lurched and snaked down his leg. He hoped his eyes were not bigger than his stomach.

Unabatingly groping herself, and miraculously staving off a wardrobe malfunction, Anaya finally met Sai's gaze. She could see her faith etched in her son's wicked glare and went over the edge. She fell to the floor whimpering and moaning; her juices poured from the pink folds of her pussy. Her apron darkened along her quaking thighs, and she laid there in a puddle of her own cum. She purred contently, and her son was speechless.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sai. This is so hard to keep on. Would you like me to walk down again?" she asked sheepishly when she came to. This woman, thought an incredulous Sai, infuriated and aroused.

"Are we forgetting something?" he queried, quickly resuming command. Anaya realized her error, but the words caught in her throat. He arched an eyebrow in disapproval.

"Hello, son, I've been dreaming of your huge cock in my fat cunt," she said meekly.

Sai was silent a moment just to fuck with her. "Needs work, and looks like you've made a mess yet again; I'm not going to live in your filth," he scolded.

"I'll clean up right away," she placated.

"Yes, you will," he grinned, "you'll be a good mother, and lick that shit up."

Knowing her place, as well as dying for a taste, Anaya went down on all fours with her bare ass raised. She dipped her scantily-clad hangers in the pool of warm juices. Gracelessly, she splashed about with her jiggling breasts bathing in her cum. Her tongue danced along the surface, working up enough of a thirst until she couldn't hold back any longer. She lapped up her cum, imbibing and dragging her tongue across the floor.

What a waste of time this'll be if -- oh, there it is! thought a delighted Sai as Anaya let out a feeble wail, and her cunt sprayed another dash of cum skyward from between her bobbling cheeks. "Control yourself, mother," he laughed and applauded her, "now, get over here, and give me that kiss".

Anaya staggered towards her son already at wit's end and cum-stained, before he had even laid a finger on her. I shouldn't have bothered taking a shower, she thought shamefully. She knew Sai wouldn't let her off with a chaste peck on the cheek, and he didn't disappoint. He locked lips with her, sucked hard on her tongue and swapped her honeyed juices. She seems to really want her cum back, he mused as his mother virtually melted into his arms. With a condescending smile, he placed his thumb on her chin. "Open wide," he ordered. She obeyed and he spat right in her willing mouth.

Sai's hands roamed Anaya's full fuckable figure. He admired the goosebumps that formed on her immense assets. "These stretch marks are ridiculous. You've reached peak bimbo that's for sure; well, with a little more training," he teased.

"Please, son," she whined, both in protest and pleading. He wriggled his digits and managed to slip a single hand into her taut cleavage. Almost like returning to the womb, he thought giddily with his hand submerged in tit. She writhed under her son's caresses as he freed the first wet, heaving breast; the second pendulous tanker soon followed suit.

Anaya's large, dark-brown nipples were standing up on end. She could feel Sai's length bulge across her belly. "I've always wondered: why didn't you breastfeed me, mother?" he suddenly asked, seething with rage.

"I...I don't know, Sai," she stammered, unable to predict his change in demeanour.

"Don't lie, you fucking cow," he jeered, man-handling her tits and pinching her areolae.

"Stop!" she said in anguish.

"What did I say about lying? Didn't you love me? You could've even saved more money for the family. You're just the worst mother, so selfish," he chided, nibbling on her teats.

"Of course I loved you, Sai; I still do!" she said, racked with guilt. She was moved by his reprimands and encircling tongue.

"Don't worry, I'll think of a way for you to repay me, but this'll do for starters," he said soothingly as he began suckling on her cum-soaked melons.

While Sai nursed, a curious change came over Anaya. This closeness with her son brought her maternal instincts back to the fore. She was relieved to retain some semblance of the loving mother she had thought herself to be, however perverted it now was. She hugged Sai close to her chest, allowing him to get more titty in his greedy embrace. He had a whale of a time tugging on her nipples and trying to fit them both into his mouth, biting down hard every time he failed. He took each udder between his lips, and stretched her mammaries out as far as he could, before releasing them with a loud pop. "Fuck yes, now make breakfast," he said, seating himself.

Anaya kneaded her sore nipples and approached the counter. As she searched the cabinets, her thick cunt peered below her two slabs of ass meat. I don't understand, everything isn't where it should be. Did Sai do this? she speculated. With a jittery glance towards her son, she discovered him counting the dimples on her exasperated derriere.

"Having trouble?" enquired a simpering Sai.

"Oh no, not at all," she replied, hastily returning to scouring the presses.

They were a picture of domestic bliss. Anaya went about her motherly duty, while Sai captured the touching moment on his phone. He endeavoured to keep a steady hand as best he could.

"You're not going to send that to anyone, are you, Sai?" she asked timidly.

"Relax, mother, this is only for my personal use," he said sardonically.

Anaya brought Sai's favourite, and nervously awaited his next command; her mind ran riot with the possibilities.

"I have a confession to make," he said in mock solemnity.

"What is it, son?" she asked, hanging on his every word.

"You still haven't given me my good morning kiss," he admitted, casually tucking into his meal. Oh no, thought Anaya, her gaze riveted on his bulging cock. "Under the table you go, chop chop," he said, acting all aloof.

"Wouldn't you prefer suckling my breasts some more or...or if I shook my ass for you again?" she entreated, bouncing her juggs and rump for added incentive.

"We're well past pleasantries, mother," he scoffed, though he did appreciate the offer.

For once in your life, Raja, hurry home, prayed Anaya, unable to stop herself from squirming under the table. Her stunning behind accidentally struck one of the table legs and almost knocked Sai's food to the floor. "Hey, watch your fat ass! I'm trying to eat here!" he chastised.

"Sorry, son," came her bashful apology.

Anaya reappeared in front of Sai, his colossal manhood looming over her. Maybe, I can make him cum early, so we won't take things too far, but I'm a bit rusty; I'll need some practice first, she concluded, without averting her eyes from the object of her affections.

Anaya gathered her breasts and rested them on Sai's lap. "Shit me," he whispered in awe of their sheer weight as the lower half of his body disappeared from view. She blushed profusely, secretly pleased by her son's depraved expression.

All it took was Anaya's fingertip on the band of Sai's damp briefs to unleash his tumescent spewing member. There's that beautiful man-meat, she thought, taking a whiff and going misty-eyed. His mother's hot shallow breath on his cock caused him to grip the tablecloth and steady himself. Shifting in his seat brought his mushroom tip to her lips; she instinctively licked the precum that oozed on to her mouth. My son's seed tastes so sweet. He's going to feed me more, she thought in anticipation. "If I have to tell you what you to do next," he said, verging on madness.

Anaya kowtowed to Sai's ardent demand and planted a kiss right on his bulbous head. She got her wish and received another sample of his delectable precum. "That's right, cum-slut, get addicted to your son's fat prick; work for your fucking meal," he goaded.

Spurred on, Anaya completely lost the run of herself and was practically Frenching Sai's cockhead. She had trouble bypassing his girth, but his helmet was soon engulfed in her slutty embrace. "Is that all you've got? Are you a fucking schoolgirl?" he grilled after a prolonged, sloppy tongue bath.

She released his dome from her cock-hungry mouth with strands of saliva trailing from her pouting lips to his shaft. "Oh, please don't be mad at me," she bleated.

Anaya lavished Sai's tool in kisses, and paid special attention to the throbbing veins supplying blood to his prodigious member; she was intoxicated by the strength and scent of her son's manly appendage. She fondled his fat balls, and even took a cue from his breastfeeding by sucking on both nuts simultaneously. My poor son, I can only imagine how many times he must've drained these beauties thinking of me, she fantasized.

"Swallow my cock," he said through gritted teeth as his food went cold.

"You're too big, son, please understand; I've only been with your father," moaned Anaya. She used both hands to clumsily jerk his throbbing tool and appease him. She pulled his foreskin back and forth; kissing his swollen head each time it re-emerged. She then held his manhood upright, so she could take long, laboured licks of the underside. "You're just so hard for me. I can't miss a spot," she cooed, doing her damnedest to curry his favour.

"I've heard enough," frowned Sai, as he gripped his mother by her dark hair and forced her to deepthroat him. Anaya's breasts flopped in his lap and her arms flailed about in panic as he manoeuvred down her gullet inch by inch. When his length tickled her tonsils, she sputtered and gagged. He removed his spit-festooned meat and slapped her cheeks with it. "You need to do better," he said sternly. He went back to square one, and shoved his cock into her mouth.

"Come on, I'm almost balls deep in your tight throat," he cajoled after several close attempts. In a daze, Anaya's tongue swirled aimlessly around his shaft, while frigging herself. "Oh, for the love of...," he grumbled.

Taking matters into his own hands, Sai rose from his seat and jackhammered his cock into Anaya's throat. Amidst the pummeling, her gullet contracted around his length until he had filled her to the absolute brim. His manhood bulged in her throat, and her face nestled against his crotch. She was frantically breathing through her nose across his turgid member and beheld him with supplicating eyes. He was keen to find out exactly what for.

"What is it? What do you want?" he asked full of mirth, putting a hand to his ear.

Anaya gave a muffled response, but stopped herself before she choked. Needless to say, she wanted to scream.

"I think I understand now. I'll see what I can do," he smirked, moving his hips. In dismay, Anaya weakly spanked his ass. "You know what gets me going," he cackled. With no other options available, she gave up the ghost and resigned herself to her son's deviant, teaching method.

Sai pinched Anaya's nose to test her breathing, and her big brown eyes welled with tears. Every thrust turned her brain to mush. Her arms went limp, and her chest heaved, desperate for air. He could only make out the whites of her eyes, yet she valiantly fellated him with lustful abandon. Her hips then bucked, and she came hard. "I knew you'd love this! Got any excuses now?" he taunted.

Sai seized Anaya's head and fucked her face silly with his balls walloping her chin. "Can you feel that, you fucking slut? Seeing you reduced to this has me harder than I've ever been in my life. All your holes are mine to do with as I please. Oh, you'll get yours, bitch. You'll get fucking yours," he vowed. His ranting reached his mother somewhere in her cock-addled brain. She was completely overwhelmed by her son's massive, plunging manhood.

"You're not getting your meal just yet. Let's change position," muttered Sai. He was close to cumming; Anaya's throat was proving to be more than he could handle. However, as he tried to pull out she wouldn't relinquish his knob. "What? Hey, didn't you hear me?" he laughed anxiously.

Anaya stirred from her cock-induced stupor and got her second wind. She recollected having the bright idea to make Sai cum prematurely and found herself in a bit of dilemma on whether to follow through. She weighed her options, but didn't neglect to worship her son's love rod. She's tougher than she looks, he thought ominously.

Anaya switched to massaging Sai's ass and dictated the pace of his face-fucking by pushing him towards her gaping mouth. He likes dirty-talk. Maybe, I should try that too, she wondered. "Cum for me, Sai; cum for your slut mother. Make my stupid face disappear under your big load," she egged him on, before taking his turgid cock back down her throat. She ran her hands along his taint and slipped a finger in his anus. Raja used to like this, she thought optimistically. She was operating on the compulsive need to make her son erupt. Now where the fuck is this coming from? he thought, knocked for six.

"I dreamt you did this to me, son," tittered Anaya, removing Sai's member once more and pressing the head against her swollen nipples. "I thought you were such a naughty boy, but I had no idea, did I? I wanted you to take me then and there," she beamed with her finger applying pressure on his prostate.

"I hoped more than anything that it wasn't a dream, and that you would flood my pussy with your cum", purred Anaya, impressed by her own vulgarity. She nuzzled Sai's tool against her teats and he couldn't resist fucking them. With every frenzied stroke her nipples sprang up to meet his manhood, and her melons juddered back into place. "Oh, that big head looks angry. Fuck those nipples," she urged, while licking his meat.

"You, you bitch," he stuttered.

Anaya's probing and encouragement had Sai on his last legs, so he made a tactical retreat by collapsing in his chair. "You cheeky slut, you won't get the better of me. Stop moving your tongue, and get your finger out of my ass for a fucking minute," he demanded. She ceased her tongue lashing and prodding with a beatific smile on her face. "Alright, put those tits of yours to use. You do know what a titfuck is don't you?" he joked, though it was somewhat forced. He was alarmed by his mother's hidden depths. I guess I lose, she thought, without a care in the world.

Anaya leisurely hauled her nipples up along her son's thighs and gave him an excruciating number of abrupt titty squeezes. Shit, I didn't tell her to do that! he thought, twisting in his seat. Her bountiful juggs slapped his meat with a series of lefts and rights. She grew in confidence and enjoyed giving him a taste of his own medicine.

"I want those huge fucking tits!" yelled Sai defiantly. Anaya considered putting a hand to her ear, but thought better of it. She finally enveloped her breasts around his tool. While her melons milked his shaft, she slobbered on his fuckpole. Another seismic orgasm swept through her, and she groaned on his prick. Dammit, this is too much! he thought, suffering from sensory overload. "Ah fuck, I'm not done!" came his rallying cry.

Sai threw Anaya onto the ground, her rear taking the brunt of the impact, and straddled her stomach with his manhood slapping her tits. She mashed her breasts together and squeezed her aching nipples. He viewed her saucy display as a flagrant challenge: to see if he could ram his cock into her tit-valley even once without cumming. "I'll show you," he hissed, just a tad unhinged.

Sai guided his cock through Anaya's makeshift fuck tunnel. Her mountainous globes buffeted his meat at every turn. His sack trailed behind on the soft folds of her belly. Her bosom swelled with pride upon seeing his angry cockhead pry itself between her udders. "Oh, Sai," she murmured with bedroom eyes.

A triumphant Sai fucked his mother's tits with thunderous strokes, while his balls smacked the bottom of her pillowy orbs. His pumping shaft frothed with precum and slid feverishly in all directions.

"You've done well for our first lesson," he growled.

"Our first lesson, Sai? Does that mean I've taught you something as well?" she giggled, becoming adept at pushing his buttons.

"No, I just meant... that you're even more of a slut than I thought you were," he reasoned. Just as she desired, he increased his tempo to discipline her.

"Thank you, son!" she said with a guttural moan.

"You've done it now, you fucking cunt!" he roared as his penis jolted and the cum boiled in his pent-up balls.

Anaya caught the first wave on her tongue, but was soon swamped as rope after rope caked her adoring face. Her whole body spasmed as her own climax took hold. She lost sight of her son through his load, but felt yet another tide of his seed bombard her. "You fucking earned this," he grunted. He couldn't tell, but a sly smile crossed her face.

After drenching his mother like he always dreamed, Sai had the presence of mind not to forget her wonderful juggs. He crowned each of her nipples with a dollop of cream, and furiously jerked his manhood to empty every last remaining drop over her ample brown titties.

Thoroughly spent, Sai stumbled to his feet, before toppling to the floor. Anaya lay buried in his baby-batter. He paused a moment to check on her, and take a picture, though he was still perturbed. His mother's training wasn't turning out exactly like he expected. There was a long lost feeling brewing in him beyond the need to punish her. He headed to his room to further his plan and mull things over.

Anaya gradually regained her senses; she had difficulty opening her eyes and inhaled the scent of her son's fresh sperm. Looks like I kept Sai entertained. I better clean up again too, she decided, absent-mindedly licking her lips.

Before Sai returned, he stalled in the hallway to watch the spectacle. Anaya playfully spread his cum around her bust, raked in a batch, and let his seed drip into her waiting mouth. What's wrong with me? Just look at her! She's a whore, dammit. A filthy, fucking whore, he lambasted himself.

"Too bad father didn't walk in on you. I would've loved to have heard your excuse," he said coldly to gauge her response.

"Oh, Sai, you startled me," she said in a husky tone, halting her cum-eating.

"Don't stop on my account. You're on a cum diet from now on," he glowered.

Anaya was intrigued by the implications of his remark and simply continued where she left off. No reluctance at all. Not even at the mention of father. Well, he is a moron, grimaced Sai.

"I'm curious, do you ever suck your own tits?" he innocently asked.

"Well, I've never tried," she replied coyly.

"This is a day of firsts. Here, let me help you with that," he said, eagerly grabbing one of her breasts and smothering her face.

Sai could make out Anaya's moaning, yet there were no signs of struggle. When he finally saw fit to release her melon, it was spotless. She smirked at her handiwork and then at her son. You're too fucking smug. I know how to keep you in check, he thought, bringing the other tit to her lips. "Lick that big fucker clean, and don't be afraid to suck your nipple while you're at it," he recommended. She took his advice to heart and tenderly nursed her own tit.

"By the way, I have a task for you. You're going to walk down the street as you are and say hello to the neighbours," he briefed with a devilish grin.

And just like that, a look of sheer terror swept across Anaya's cum-covered face; all her confidence drained from her body. "But, Sai, that's where all those ne'er-do-wells live! Who knows what they'll do to me if I got out like this!" she exclaimed.

"Exactly, who knows?" he shrugged.

"Please, Sai, don't do this to me. Don't do this to your mother," she implored.

"Well, there's very little we haven't done at this point, and it's been what? Three days?" he quipped.

"They'll rape me, Sai! I could get pregnant!" she squealed.

"Well, now that you mention it, that could be a problem," he hummed and hawed, feigning concern.

"Yes, son, thank you, thank you," she gushed, believing she had dissuaded him.

"Do you have any suggestions? You're still going out there whether you like it or not," he said adamantly.

Anaya was nonplussed, and racked her brain to come up with a solution. "I could go to the pharmacy and buy morning after pills, or condoms even," she earnestly proposed.

"I don't think so, but I'd like to see you try and convince those 'ne'er-do-wells' to wear protection. I'll cut to the chase: there's only one right answer here," he said matter-of-factly, pointing towards his flaccid cock.

Oh my, he...he wants to impregnate me! she thought, bewildered.

Sai clutched Anaya's wrists and stared deep into her eyes with frightening intensity. "What's the matter, mother? Didn't you want my cum in your pussy? Think of it this way: I'm going to save you like I always have. Better that I do the deed than one of those scumbags, but I need to hear you say the words!" he insisted, positively irate.

For Anaya, it was one thing being her own son's fucktoy, but this was insane. I just couldn't help myself mentioning that dream. Okay, Anaya, stay calm; you've made it this far. Dealing with getting (gulp) gangbanged can wait. Sai can churn up a lot in those balls of his, but I can't deny that I want that fuckstick. I could indulge him, and sneak off to the pharmacy later, she plotted with renewed steel.

"Please, son, can you come inside me? Knock me up?" she mewled. Listening to that plea was priceless for Sai, but he was caught off guard by his reaction. Despite his resistance, all the years of resentment seemed to temporarily dissipate. He even had to stop himself from mumbling his thanks. She's just a slut, and she's mine to breed, he thought, oscillating between a twisted love and hatred for his mother. He clasped her arms with such ferocity that his knuckles turned white.

Anaya could see all this play out on Sai's countenance and was touched. My poor boy, this means so much to him. All this anger; I wish I could take it away, she thought, her own will beginning to waver. She ignored the dull pain in her wrists and brushed his face with her small hands.

"Please, son. Let me help. What's wrong?" she gently asked.

"Don't touch me," he scowled.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" she questioned.

"Shut the fuck up!" he bellowed.

Sai cursed himself for suddenly needing to be reassured by his mother, like he was a damn child. Anaya conceded that for now there was only one way to get through to him. I'll make this easy for you, son, she thought lovingly.

"Your mother is offering you her pussy and willing to have your baby. Do you want to be a virgin forever?" she castigated, though it didn't come naturally to her.

"What the fuck did you just say?!" he howled. He was enraged not only by her insult, but also by the genuine hurt she provoked in him.

"You heard me! Did I get the better of you last time? Will it be a while before you're hard again? That's too bad. I guess one of those wretches on the street will have to do the honours after all," she bravely berated him.

Sai was livid and tore Anaya's gown clean off her buxom frame. With a herculean effort, he braced himself and hoisted her up by her thick thighs. His mother's warm, luscious body was in his grasp, while her sodden quim hovered just above his hardening member. She locked her limbs around him, astonished she was going to be taken in such an indecent fashion. Completely exposed and at her son's mercy, she was thrilled.

The entrance to Anaya's soaked pussy skimmed and coated Sai's bulbous head. She yearned for him to impale her and shamelessly tried to capture his manhood in her cunt. His helmet jabbed her budding clit, and she was overcome with desire. At full-mast, his entire length then ground against her threshold.

They shared a groan as Sai's cockhead narrowly breached Anaya's juicy lips. "What the fuck is this? You're so tight!" he raged. He despised the idea of also having to thank his father, but used his anger as motivation. His only purpose now was to distend his mother's pussy and impregnate her. "What are you waiting for, bitch? Start cumming, so I can wreck your womb," he commanded. She gyrated her plump cunt atop his cockhead, causing her huge globes to jiggle about.

"Oh, oh fuck, yes, yes, yes," squeaked Anaya, digging her fingernails into Sai's back as she discharged her creamy juices. While his mother trembled in his arms, he observed the raunchy expressions on her face with avid interest. Her wagging tongue, rolling eyes and undulating breasts fuelled his disdain. However, a realisation dawned on him. The fucking bitch must be trying to trick me. She pissed me off so much that I didn't see it. I'm about to knock her up, and she's still this gung-ho? There's no way she'll actually let me. Well, we'll see about that, he thought, incensed.

With Sai's erection now slick in Anaya's cum, he prised open her ravenous pussy. She tensed her vaginal muscles as he penetrated her, striving to accommodate his meaty prick. Her walls parted and then enfolded around his length, which acted as another support to prop her up.

Sai now swelled inside the sopping hole he came from, but didn't rest on his laurels. He used Anaya's pussy to masturbate like a ferocious animal. And to think I didn't want to make him mad today! Do it, son! Breed your mother! thought Anaya as she held on for dear life. Maintaining his hold proved arduous as they broke out in a sweat. She gamely handled the fat appendage breaking in her fertile pussy. He hammered her to the hilt, and she bounced her ass to match him.

The carnal sounds of their baby-making ensued for ages, even drowning out the music from the radio. Sai gave Anaya's love canal a vicious drubbing; he was lost to her in his vengeful onslaught. She finally fell by the wayside after dozens of violent orgasms on her son's fuckstick. "Breed me, son. Show your mother what she's good for," she whispered, biting his ear.

You lying bitch, thought Sai, before a deluge of semen exploded in Anaya's womb, too much even for her newly reamed pussy to contain. Of course, that didn't stop her from clenching her cunt to milk his disgorging cock. Rivulets of cum streamed down her legs until he had expelled his full load. He remained inside her for a while after what would prove to be the first of many cathartic fuck sessions.

"Oh, Sai, I'm going to be the luckiest mother in the world again," she sighed.

"Yeah, that and I wanted to stretch you out, before the neighbours get a hold of you," he said, back in his usual domineering spirits, though still suspicious of his mother's true intentions.

Oh, Sai, you do care! she thought, his words warming the cockles of her heart.

"I'll wipe that smirk off your face soon enough. Now, you'll have to hold still for this next part," he grinned.

"Why's that, son?" she asked, full of expectation.

"I'm going to paint your ass," he said without a hint of maliceā€¦