For the Hindi Version Click Here :
Hindi Version
My name is Asha Sharma, 42 years old, and I am a typical middle-class Desi mummy living in a 3BHK apartment in Noida. My husband works as a senior manager in Dubai and comes home only twice a year. For the last many years, it has been just me and my only beta, Rohan.
Rohan turned 20 this year. He is tall, broad-shouldered, and has become very handsome. I always tried to be a proper, respectable mummy — wearing sarees at home, doing pooja every morning, cooking fresh rotis and dal for my beta, and keeping strict rules in the house.
But nature has its own ways.
It started on a very hot June night. The AC was not working, so I was wearing a thin, light blue cotton saree with a matching blouse. The pallu was tucked in my petticoat because of the heat. I was in the kitchen preparing dinner when Rohan came and stood behind me.
“Mummy, aaj bahut garmi hai na?” he said, his voice deeper than usual.
“Haan beta,” I replied, stirring the sabzi.
Suddenly I felt him press against my back. Something hard was poking my soft ass through the saree.
“Rohan! Kya kar rahe ho beta?!” I gasped.
Instead of moving away, he put his hands on my wide hips and pulled me closer.
“Mummy, aap bahut sexy lagti ho is saree mein,” he whispered in my ear.
My heart started beating fast. “Beta, yeh galat hai… main tumhari mummy hoon.”
But my body was reacting. My nipples had become hard, and I could feel wetness between my thighs.
Rohan was not in the mood to listen. He boldly moved one hand up and cupped my heavy left breast over the blouse.
“Aaaahhh…” I moaned involuntarily.
Encouraged, he started squeezing my breast while grinding his hard cock against my ass. Then he turned me around and kissed me on the lips.
I tried to resist for a few seconds, but the kiss was so passionate that I melted. My own beta’s tongue entered my mouth and I started kissing him back like a hungry woman.
He pulled my pallu down completely. My deep blouse was now fully visible, cleavage spilling out. Rohan opened the hooks of my blouse with expert fingers and freed my big 38D breasts.
He latched onto my dark brown nipple like a baby and started sucking hard.
“Rohan beta… dheere… mummy ko aise mat chuso… aaaahhh!”
While sucking my tits, he lifted my saree and petticoat with one hand and pushed his fingers inside my panties. I was dripping wet.
“Mummy, aapki chut toh bahut geeli ho rakhi hai,” he said with a naughty smile.
He rubbed my clit and finger-fucked me while sucking my nipples. Within minutes I had my first orgasm on my own son’s fingers.
Rohan didn’t stop there. He removed my saree completely, leaving me in just my petticoat and open blouse. He made me sit on the kitchen counter, spread my legs, and went down on his knees.
When his tongue touched my hairy Desi pussy, I almost fainted with pleasure.
“Beta… kya kar rahe ho… yeh mummy ki chut hai… aaaahhh maaa!”
He licked me like a pro — sucking my clit, tongue-fucking my hole, and making loud slurping sounds. I came twice more on his tongue, screaming his name.
Then he stood up, pulled out his cock, and I was shocked.
It was very thick and long — at least 8 inches, with a big purple head. Much bigger than his father’s.
“Beta… itna bada lund…” I whispered in disbelief.
“Ab mummy ko chodunga,” Rohan said confidently.
He rubbed his fat cockhead on my wet slit and pushed inside me in one long stroke.
“Aaaahhhhhhhhhh! Beta… bahut mota hai tera lund… mummy ki chut phaad di!”
Rohan started fucking me hard on the kitchen counter. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against my wet pussy echoed in the kitchen.
“Bol mummy, kaun chod raha hai tujhe?”
“Mera beta… mera apna beta chod raha hai apni mummy ko… zor se beta… aur zor se!”
He fucked me like an animal for almost 15 minutes, changing positions — sometimes lifting one of my legs, sometimes making me bend over the counter. Finally he roared and emptied his balls deep inside my womb.
We both collapsed, breathing heavily.
That was the first night of our desi mummy beta sex relationship.
From the next day, everything changed in the house.
Rohan became very dominant. He started giving me orders.
Every morning after he woke up, I had to suck his big cock before making tea. He loved face-fucking me while I was still in my nighty.
In the evening when he came back from college, the first thing he did was flip up my saree and fuck me wherever I was — sometimes in the living room, sometimes against the wall, sometimes on the dining table.
He made new rules:
- No bra at home.
- I had to wear low-waist sarees or tight blouses so he could access my body easily.
- I had to call him “Rohan Sir” or “Beta” with respect when we were having sex.
Our dirty talk became filthier day by day.
While pounding me hard he would ask, “Mummy, tera beta tera pati ban gaya hai kya?”
“Haan beta… tu hi mera pati hai ab… mummy ki chut sirf tere lund ke liye hai!”
He loved cumming inside me. Almost every time he would fill my pussy with his thick, hot seed.
One afternoon he made me wear only a petticoat and blouse (no saree) while I was cooking. He came from behind, bent me over the gas stove, and fucked me while I tried to stir the sabzi.
The risk that the neighbors might hear my moans made it even hotter.
After one month, Rohan’s control became complete.
He started recording videos of our mummy beta sex sessions. He made me moan loudly and say dirty things in Hindi while he fucked me.
One weekend he took me to the balcony at night. I was wearing a thin black saree. He made me bend over the railing and fucked me from behind while cars were passing on the road below.
“Log dekh lenge toh kya hoga mummy?” he teased while thrusting deep.
“Mujhe farak nahi padta beta… bas apna lund andar rakh… chod apni mummy ko!”
He filled me again under the open sky.
Another day he made me wear a short nighty with no panties and took me to the market. In the car he made me suck his cock while he was driving. I was scared but also extremely aroused.
The most intense night came when he decided to breed me.
We were in my bedroom. I was completely naked except for my mangalsutra and sindoor. Rohan was fucking me in missionary position, my legs on his shoulders.
“Beta… bahut gehraai tak ja raha hai tera lund…” I moaned.
“Mummy, main tujhe pregnant karna chahta hoon. Apna beta daalna chahta hoon teri womb mein.”
I was so lost in pleasure that I replied without thinking, “Haan beta… bhar do mummy ko… apna maal daal do andar… pregnant kar do apni mummy ko!”
Rohan fucked me like a beast after hearing that. He pounded me for almost 30 minutes, changing positions multiple times. Finally he pushed as deep as possible and released a massive load inside me.
We lay together afterwards, his cum leaking from my pussy.
From that day, I stopped taking my pills. Every night I begged my beta to breed me.
Our desi mummy beta sex life had become completely addictive and shameless.
I was now my own son’s personal whore — and I had never felt more satisfied in my life.
The End
This is an original creative work by Salty Vixen. This story/article, including its characters, plot, and descriptive content, is protected by copyright law. Unauthorized copying, sharing, reposting, or reproduction in any format is strictly prohibited. This content may not be used for AI training, data scraping, machine learning, or any form of artificial intelligence development without explicit written permission from Salty Vixen Publishing LLC. Violators will be pursued to the fullest extent of the law.
