My Friend & Mom

Her eyes were closed, her face was flushed, and she bit her lips hard as she tried to hold back her moans. Her taut body trembled with each thrust as he filled her up, claiming her completely. He could see the muscles in her stomach contracting with every movement.

He could feel the warmth of her body as it enveloped his cock. As he continued to pound into her, Kumar reached around, cupping her breast in his hand. He pinched her hard nipple, twisting it between his fingers as he watched her reaction in the mirror.

My Mom let out a sharp gasp, her hips bucking forward as she tried to get more of him inside her. Her nails dug into the granite bed, leaving long scratches behind as she fought to hold on. The sensation of being both taken roughly and teased gently sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

My Mom turned back, offering her lips to Kumar as he was fucking her asshole. He took it and kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling as he continued to thrust. His cock felt like a hot poker inside her, filling her up completely. She could feel the head of his cock brushing against her G-spot with every thrust.

She was moaning and kissing him back, unable to control herself as the pleasure built up inside her. He reached between them and rubbed her clit, circling it with his fingers, making her moan even louder. The sensation of being taken roughly, of being owned and possessed, was overwhelming.

She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her body tensed and relaxed rhythmically as Kumar's thrusts grew faster and harder. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked into his eyes in the mirror. They were filled with desire and possession, making her heart race even faster.

She reached down, grabbed his ass cheek, and pulled him closer, wanting to feel him even deeper inside her. He responded by gripping her hips tighter. His movements became more brutal as he fucked her. Kumar inserted three of his fingers.

He started to finger fuck my Mom's pussy as he kept fucking her asshole. My Mom's body arched back as she felt the sensation of being filled up by both his dick and his fingers. Her moans filled the room, echoing off the tile walls. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how much she wanted it.

Her hips bucked wildly, meeting his thrusts with equal force as she tried to get even closer to him. Her ass muscles gripped him tightly, milking his cock with each thrust. He leaned in closer, biting her neck softly as he continued to take her roughly.

His free hand reached down, massaging her clit, circling it over and over. She was moaning and squirming beneath him. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny red lines in their wake. Kumar felt his release building inside him. He felt the hot rush of blood to his groin as he continued to pound my Mom.

He leaned in closer, their lips barely touching as he whispered, "I'm going to cum, Amma." She moaned in response. Her hips moved in perfect rhythm with his. He could feel the tight grip of her ass muscles around his cock as he finally released, thrusting hard one last time.

His body was trembling as his hot cum started to spill into her ass, filling her up completely. He kept his eyes locked on hers in the mirror, watching my Mom's reactions as he emptied himself inside her. Her body arched back, a mixture of pleasure and release coursing through her as she felt his hot seed filling her up.

She clenched her fists and bit her lips hard. She let out a long, low moan as the sensation overwhelmed her. Her eyes were glassy with desire, her cheeks flushed, and her breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at him in the mirror, wanting him never to stop.

While he was still cumming, Kumar rubbed my Mom's clit with his thumb, feeling the tension building up in her body. Her inner muscles continued to squeeze his cock, milking every last drop of his cum from him. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure.

She felt the combined sensation of being filled and brought to orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly beneath him. Her legs trembled as she tried to maintain her balance on the cold granite slab. With a loud moan, she arched her back and came, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

Her walls tightened around Kumar's fingers and his cock, milking him one last time. She reached the peak of her ecstasy. Kumar continued to thrust slowly, enjoying the feel of her body milking him, her hot liquid coating his cock.

He looked into her eyes in the mirror, watching the mixture of pleasure and desire play across her features. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. She tasted so good, he thought, as he pulled back, their breath mingling together in the air between them.

My Mom could feel Kumar's dick starting to grow again inside her asshole. She was surprised by how much she wanted him to keep fucking her. She reached down, grasped his ass cheek, and pulled him closer, wanting to feel him even deeper inside her. He responded by gripping her hips tighter.

His movements became more brutal as he fucked her. He started spanking my Mom's tits with each thrust, leaving a stinging sensation on her skin. Her nipples hardened, and she arched her back, offering herself up to him.

The mirror above them reflected their entwined bodies, the sweat and pleasure and desire all tangled together. She could see the expression on his face, the raw lust and power and possession. It was exhilarating, intoxicating. She bit her lip, feeling the throbbing of her clit as he continued to pound into her.

She wanted to come again, wanted to feel his release inside her. He gripped her hips harder, his thrusts deeper, harder. His breath came in ragged gasps as he looked down at her, watching the way she moved beneath him. Her skin was flushed, her eyes dark with desire.

He could feel himself getting closer, the tightening in his groin, the building tension. He reached down, curled his fingers around her clit, and began to rub circles. My Mom arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as the sensation overwhelmed her.

She moaned his name, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with his. Her inner muscles clenched around him, milking his cock. Her body tightened in anticipation. She could feel the pressure building, the impending release. Kumar felt her body tense beneath him, her breath coming faster and shallower.

He thrust deeper, harder, wanting to feel her come apart in his arms. His grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more frenzied as he neared his climax. He could feel his release building, coiling in his groin, demanding to be let free. As the temperature rose, both of them couldn't help control their moans.

Kumar's thrusts became rougher. His breathing was harder as he watched her lose control. He could feel her inner muscles clenching and relaxing rhythmically around his cock, milking him with each movement. With a long, hard thrust and a loud moan, Kumar and my Mom both cum at the same time.

Kumar was filling my Mom's ass for the second time. My Mom was squirting her juices all over the slab beneath them. They remained locked together, their bodies trembling with the force of their shared release. Kumar's cock throbbed inside her, his seed pouring into her ass, filling every crevice and fold.

My Mom closed her legs, tightening the grip of her inner muscles. She continued to milk his cock, drawing every last drop into her body. Kumar finally collapsed on my Mom's shoulders from behind, gasping for air. The sweat dripped down from his chest onto her back as he tried to catch his breath.

He leaned forward, his chest heaving, and rested his forehead against hers. They both stared into the mirror, their eyes wide with desire and satisfaction. Then they kissed passionately for a long moment, tasting each other's sweat and their shared pleasure.

Kumar's cum was leaking out of my Mom's ass, slowly dripping down onto the floor. "Oops! We made quite a mess, Amma," Kumar whispered into my mother's ear as they both laughed softly. He kissed her neck and began to slowly withdraw from her, his cock sliding out of her wet, warm body.

The sensation was almost too much for her to bear, and she let out a soft moan of protest. Their sensual erotic moment was interrupted by the announcement from the speaker asking the passengers to arrive for boarding. Kumar glanced at the clock on the wall and cursed under his breath.

They had forgotten about the flight. They quickly cleaned themselves and started dressing. Kumar helped my Mom to dress up and they rushed out of the restroom. They both were holding their hands as a couple as they walked towards the boarding point.

Before leaving, Kumar held my Mom's face with both his hands and kissed her deeply. The kiss was filled with passion and love as if it was their first one. The airport staff smiled at them, thinking that they were a couple in love. No words were spoken as Kumar parted through the boarding point.

My Mom started to move towards the exit. She came out of the lobby where we were waiting, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. "Has Kumar boarded the flight, Pushpa?" Kumar's Mom asked her, concern etched on her face.

Pushpa smiled softly, trying to reassure them both. "He's on the plane, sister. He'll be fine." Kumar's Mom sighed, relief washing over her. Then we all drove back to our homes as silent as the grave, each lost in our thoughts.

Fin?