“Higher, Mummy…” Arjun’s voice cracked with raw desperation.
Meera’s eyes were glassy with lust. She slowly lifted the sheer green chiffon sari higher, bunching it above her black panties and holding it against her soft stomach. The full sight nearly made Arjun forget how to breathe. Her thick, smooth thighs, the gentle curve of her belly, the black panties stretched tight across her mound, and a few stray pubic hairs peeking teasingly above the waistband left him speechless. For several long seconds he simply stood there, devouring the view with his eyes, the camera forgotten in his hands.
He stepped forward, hands shaking as he grasped the knot of her sari at her waist. Meera gulped hard, her body trembling. She took one small step back and pressed against the wall for support. Their bodies came together—her bare, heaving breasts crushed softly against his chest. Their eyes locked in a deep, intense gaze filled with years of suppressed desire. Arjun’s fingers worked the knot loose. He stepped back, grabbed the hem of the sari, and pulled hard.
The entire sari unraveled in one dramatic spin. Meera twirled once before the flimsy fabric pooled at her feet. Arjun quickly undid the petticoat string as well. It slid down her legs, joining the sari on the floor.
Meera now stood before her son wearing nothing but a tiny black panty and the delicate silver waist chain hugging her wide hips. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with each heavy breath, nipples dark red and achingly erect. She was going wild with excitement, flushed from head to toe, her body clearly ready to be taken.
Arjun picked up the camera again. Even in this state of extreme arousal, Meera instinctively posed—arching her back, pushing her chest out, tilting her hips. He captured everything, zooming in on the dark pubic hairs escaping her panties.
“Mummy, bend down and touch your feet.”
Meera obeyed, bending at the waist. Arjun moved behind her and took close-up shots of her magnificent ass. The black panties were stretched thin across her plump cheeks, the fabric riding up slightly to reveal the hint of her forbidden asshole and the outline of her pussy lips. The sight was intoxicating.
Before he could take more, Meera straightened, turned, and walked straight to him. She dropped to her knees gracefully in front of her son. Her hands worked quickly, undoing his pants and yanking them down to his ankles. Without hesitation, she hooked her fingers into his underwear and pulled it down in one smooth motion.
Arjun’s 6-inch cock sprang free, rock-hard and throbbing inches from his mother’s face. Meera licked her full red lips hungrily, mesmerized by the sight of her son’s erection. Arjun could scarcely believe it—his loving, caring mother who had nursed him, fed him, and raised him was now on her knees, topless and nearly naked, staring at his cock with pure lust.
The mummyent of pure bliss arrived.
Meera reached out with both hands. She wrapped her soft fingers around his shaft and stroked him slowly twice, feeling its heat and hardness. She leaned forward, formed a perfect ‘O’ with her glossy lips, and gently kissed the swollen head of his cock. “Oh my god…” Arjun groaned.
