Shameless Mother - I(Sunita) caught my son - late at night(Video 1) - Scene 10

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Scene 9: The Afternoon Fire

After Rakesh left the house saying he needed time alone, the door had barely closed when the air changed. It became thick, heavy, like before a big storm. My body was still sore from the way he took me from behind in the kitchen, rough, claiming, reminding me he was the man. His semen was still warm inside me, dripping slow-slow when I moved. I told myself that was the end of it. I promised him. No more with Aditya. Never again.

But my heart knew it was a lie even as I said it.
I was in the kitchen washing the tea cups, hands trembling, when I felt him behind me. No footsteps, just his presence, strong and young. My beta had been waiting, listening to everything this morning. He heard his papa fuck his Maa hard, heard my cries turn to moans, heard the anger and the release. And instead of fear, it had lit something wild in him.
He came close, chest almost touching my back. I froze, soap on my fingers.
“Maa… you look even hotter today,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “Every time I see you, I want you more. I can’t stop staring.”

I stayed quiet, breathing fast, but didn’t turn. I should have told him to stop, to go to his room. Instead my body leaned back little, just enough for my bum to brush his hardness.
His hands slid to my hips, gripping through the thin robe.

“Maa… let me taste your milk again… just once more, please… I’m dying for it.”
My nipples hardened instantly, aching under the cloth. I remembered his hungry mouth last night, how he sucked like he was starving. A soft cry came out before I could stop it.
He pressed fully against me now, his lund thick and throbbing against my lower back.

“No worries, Maa… I’ll take care of you better than anyone. Personally. Every single day.”
One hand moved up, cupping my breast, squeezing slow. The other slipped between my thighs from behind, fingers pressing against my wet chut over the robe.

“Maa, you’re soaked already… you like this, don’t you? Let go… give in to your beta.”
I closed my eyes, hips rocking into his hand. “Beta… we can’t… I promised your papa…”

He laughed soft against my neck, teeth grazing my skin.
“You feel so soft, Maa… so ready. Tell me what you really crave. Say it.”
His fingers rubbed harder, finding my clit through the cloth. I gripped the sink, legs shaking.
He turned me around sudden, pinning me against the counter, eyes dark with shameless hunger.

“Don’t play hard with me, Maa… or I’ll tear this robe off right here, leave you topless and begging.”
His hand tugged the tie open, robe falling apart, showing my bare breasts, nipples dark and stiff. He stared like he owned them.
“Maa… you look so ready for me. Will you get on your knees now? Suck your son’s cock like a good mother should?”

The words hit me hard, dirty, bold, matching every secret thought I ever had. My mouth watered, chut clenching empty.
He pulled my hand to his shorts, made me feel how hard he was.
“No, Maa… you’re mine too. Papa had his turn this morning. Now it’s mine. I have more rights over this body… I came from it.”

His other hand slipped under, two fingers pushing inside me easy because I was dripping. I moaned loud, head falling back.
“Maa please… let me put it inside… let me make you feel full… let me give you my baby. I’m the real man now.”

I was lost. My arms went around his neck, pulling him close, breasts pressing to his chest.
He held me tight, face buried in my neck, breathing me in deep.

“Maa… just let me hold you like this… I need your scent, your warmth… or I’ll go mad all day.”
We stayed pressed together in the kitchen, his fingers slow inside me, my hand stroking him over his shorts. I never said yes. I never said stop. I just let it happen, let my beta take what he wanted, what we both craved.