In the quiet suburb of Mumbai, where the monsoon rains drummed endlessly against tiled roofs, lived Priya and her family. At 42, Priya was a vision of ripe, overflowing femininity—her massive breasts strained against every blouse she wore, heavy and full like overripe mangoes, with dark nipples that poked through fabric when her thoughts turned wicked. Her ass was a wide, jiggling masterpiece, round and plush, swaying hypnotically with each step. And between her thick thighs, her pussy was a perpetual fountain of slick arousal, lips swollen and dripping with creamy wetness that soaked her panties daily. She was married to Raj, a workaholic engineer who traveled constantly for his job, leaving her alone in their spacious home with their only son, Arjun.
Arjun was 22, fresh out of college and home for the summer before starting his first job. Tall and lean, with his father's sharp jawline and a quiet demeanor, he spent his days lounging in shorts and t-shirts, unaware of the storm brewing in his mother's mind. Priya's obsession had started innocently enough—a lingering hug here, a brush of her hand against his arm there. But over the years, it had festered into something dark and insatiable. She fantasized about him constantly: his young, strong body pressing against hers, his cock— which she imagined thick and veiny—buried deep inside her dripping cunt. Raj hadn't touched her in months, his trips growing longer, and Priya's needs had twisted toward the forbidden fruit under her own roof.
Raj left for a two-week business trip to Singapore on a humid Friday morning. As the car pulled away, Priya stood at the door in a thin cotton saree that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples already hardening at the thought of what was to come. Her pussy throbbed, a warm trickle of arousal sliding down her inner thigh. "Finally," she whispered to herself, her voice husky with lust. Arjun was in the living room, scrolling on his phone, oblivious.
That evening, Priya began her slow seduction. She cooked his favorite meal—butter chicken and naan—wearing a low-cut blouse that barely contained her enormous tits. The fabric was damp from the kitchen heat, outlining her areolas. As she bent over to serve him, her cleavage spilled forward, inches from his face. "Beta, eat well," she purred, her hand lingering on his shoulder, fingers tracing the muscle there. Arjun smiled politely, but his eyes flicked down for a split second before he looked away, cheeks flushing.
"Nahi, Mummy, I'm full," he said, pushing the plate away. But Priya wasn't deterred. She sat closer on the couch, her thick thigh pressing against his. The scent of her arousal was faint but there, musky and sweet, mixing with jasmine perfume. "Arjun, you've grown so handsome. Mummy feels so lonely when Papa is away." Her voice was soft, laced with need. She placed a hand on his knee, squeezing gently.
Arjun shifted uncomfortably. "Mummy, it's fine. I'll keep you company." But inside, unease stirred. Her touch was too warm, too insistent.
The next day, Priya escalated. She "accidentally" walked into his room while he was changing, her eyes devouring the bulge in his boxers before he yelped and covered himself. "Sorry, beta! Mummy didn't know." But she lingered in the doorway, her saree pallu slipping to reveal one massive breast nearly spilling out, nipple erect and begging for attention. That night, she wore a sheer nightie to dinner, the material translucent enough to show the dark patch of her soaked panties. Her pussy lips were outlined, puffy and glistening through the fabric. She leaned over him repeatedly, her heavy tits brushing his arm, her ass arching as she reached for things on the table.
By the third day, Arjun was on edge. He avoided her touches, made excuses to stay in his room. Priya's obsession burned hotter. She masturbated furiously in her bed, fingers plunging into her sopping wet pussy, imagining Arjun's cock stretching her. Juices squirted onto the sheets as she moaned his name. "He will be mine," she vowed.
Raj's trip extended another week. Perfect.
On the fifth night, the rain poured outside, thunder rumbling like Priya's pent-up desire. Arjun was in the shower after a workout, steam filling the bathroom. Priya crept in, her heart pounding. She stripped naked in the hallway—her massive breasts bouncing free, nipples like chocolate kisses; her ass cheeks clapping softly as she moved; her pussy a slick mess, lips parted and dripping strings of arousal onto the floor.
She pushed the bathroom door open. Arjun froze under the spray, soap suds cascading down his toned chest and abs, his cock semi-hard from the warm water. "Mummy! What the—get out!" he shouted, covering himself with his hands.
Priya didn't flinch. Her eyes locked on his cock, watching it twitch under his palms. "Beta, Mummy needs you. I've waited too long." She stepped into the shower, water soaking her curves, making her skin gleam. Her breasts swayed heavily, water rivulets running between them. She pressed against him, her wet pussy grinding against his thigh, leaving a trail of her creamy juices.
Arjun backed against the wall, panic in his eyes. "Mummy, stop! This is wrong—Papa—"
"Shh," she whispered, her hand wrapping around his wrist, pulling it away from his groin. His cock sprang free, thickening despite his protests. It was beautiful—long, veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. Priya's pussy clenched at the sight, more wetness gushing out. "Your father doesn't matter. You're mine now."
He tried to push her away, but she was stronger in her madness, her voluptuous body pinning him. "No, please... I don't want this!" Arjun begged, voice cracking. But Priya ignored him, her obsession overriding everything. She dropped to her knees, water pounding on her back, and took his cock into her mouth without warning.
Arjun gasped, hips bucking involuntarily as her warm, wet lips engulfed him. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting his salty pre-cum mixed with shower water. She sucked greedily, her big tits pressing against his thighs, nipples dragging across his skin. "Mummy... stop... oh god," he whimpered, but his cock hardened fully in her mouth, betraying him.
Priya moaned around him, the vibrations making him shudder. Her pussy dripped endlessly, a puddle forming at her knees. She bobbed her head slowly, taking him deeper, her cheeks hollowing. Saliva and pre-cum dripped from her lips as she worshipped him, one hand fondling his balls, the other slipping between her legs to rub her swollen clit. Her ass jiggled with each movement, water cascading over its curves.
Arjun's resistance weakened, his hands fisting in her wet hair—not pushing away, but holding on as pleasure overtook him. "No... I can't..." he protested weakly, but his hips thrust forward, fucking her mouth.
Priya pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his throbbing cock. "Yes, you can, beta. Submit to Mummy." She stood, turning off the shower, and dragged him—still protesting—to her bedroom. He stumbled, naked and erect, but she was relentless, pushing him onto the bed.
"Mummy, please don't do this," Arjun pleaded one last time, trying to sit up. But Priya straddled him, her massive ass settling on his hips, her dripping pussy hovering over his cock. Juices leaked onto his shaft, making it glisten. Her breasts hung like pendulums, swaying as she pinned his shoulders down with surprising strength.
"I don't care what you want," she hissed, eyes wild with lust. "Mummy's pussy needs her son's cock. It's been dripping for you every day." She reached down, guiding his tip to her entrance. Her lips parted easily, slick and hot, enveloping the head in a vice of wetness.
Arjun thrashed beneath her. "Stop! This is rape—Mummy, no!" But she sank down anyway, inch by inch, her tight, velvety walls stretching around him. She was soaked, her pussy squelching obscenely as it swallowed him whole. "Ahhh... yes, beta... so big... filling Mummy perfectly," she groaned, her head thrown back, breasts bouncing.
He filled her completely, bottoming out against her cervix. Priya ground her hips, her big ass cheeks spreading on his lap, clit rubbing against his pubic bone. Waves of pleasure crashed through her—finally, her obsession realized. She rode him slowly at first, savoring every ridge of his cock dragging along her inner walls. Her pussy gushed around him, creamy fluids coating his balls and dripping onto the sheets.
Arjun's protests turned to moans despite himself. "Mummy... it's too much... please..." His hands gripped her wide hips, not to stop her, but because the sensation was overwhelming. Her breasts heaved in his face; he latched onto one nipple instinctively, sucking hard as she bounced.
Priya's pace quickened, her ass slapping against his thighs with wet smacks. "That's it, beta... suck Mummy's big tits... fuck me back!" Her pussy clenched rhythmically, milking him. She was a vision of erotic excess—tits flopping wildly, ass rippling, pussy squirting little jets of cum with each thrust.
He couldn't hold back. His cock pulsed inside her, and with a defeated cry, he came—hot ropes of seed flooding her womb. Priya screamed in ecstasy, her own orgasm ripping through her. Her pussy spasmed, soaking him in a flood of girl-cum, walls fluttering around his spurting shaft.
But she wasn't done. She kept riding through his sensitivity, forcing him hard again. "More, beta... Mummy needs more." Hours blurred into a haze of forced bliss—missionary with her legs wrapped around him, her dripping pussy taking him deep; cowgirl again, her ass grinding in circles; side-by-side, her breasts smothering his chest as she whispered filthy encouragements.
By morning, Arjun lay exhausted, cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy onto his thigh. Priya curled against him, one hand stroking his spent cock. "You're mine now," she murmured, kissing his neck. He didn't respond, broken and submitted, as her obsession claimed him fully.
Raj would return in a week. But Priya's hunger? It had only just begun.
The monsoon had settled into a steady rhythm, mirroring the pulse of the house. Raj's trip had been extended again—another week in Singapore, then a detour to Dubai. Priya's victory over Arjun was complete; he no longer fought when she slipped into his bed at night, her heavy breasts pressed to his back, her dripping pussy grinding against his thigh until he hardened and filled her. But the hunger in her had grown teeth. One man—her son—was no longer enough.
Ananya came home unannounced on the seventh day of Raj's absence. Arjun's elder sister, 25, freshly divorced, and carrying the same voluptuous curse as her mother. Her breasts were even larger than Priya's—triple Ds that strained every kurti, nipples perpetually stiff from the friction of lace bras. Her ass was a shelf of soft flesh, round and high, jiggling with every step. And like her mother, her pussy stayed wet, a constant throb of need that left dark spots on her panties by noon.
She arrived in the evening, suitcase wheels rattling on the marble. Priya opened the door wearing nothing but a silk robe, the fabric clinging to her sweat-damp curves. Arjun hovered behind her, eyes downcast, the faint scent of sex still clinging to his skin.
"Didi," he mumbled.
Ananya's gaze flicked between them—her mother's flushed cheeks, Arjun's guilty slump. Something electric passed through her. She dropped her bag and hugged Priya tight, their massive tits mashing together, nipples scraping through thin fabric. Priya's hand slid down Ananya's back, cupping the swell of her ass possessively.
"Beta, you're home," Priya purred, lips brushing her daughter's ear. "Mummy missed you."
That night, the slow burn reignited.
Ananya showered off the travel grime, unaware that Priya stood outside the bathroom door, robe discarded, fingers buried in her sopping cunt as she listened to the water. Arjun sat on the edge of his bed, cock half-hard from memory, when Priya entered his room naked. Her breasts swayed like pendulums; her pussy lips glistened, swollen and parted.
"Beta," she whispered, "your sister is here. We must share."
He shook his head, but Priya straddled him anyway, sinking down onto his cock with a wet squelch. She rode him slowly, tits bouncing in his face, until Ananya's door creaked open down the hall.
Ananya padded out in a towel, hair dripping, and froze at Arjun's door. The sight hit her like a slap: her mother's thick ass rising and falling, Arjun's cock disappearing into Priya's creamy pussy, the room thick with the musk of sex. Ananya's towel slipped. Her own nipples hardened instantly; a gush of wetness soaked her thighs.
Priya looked over her shoulder, eyes gleaming. "Come, beta. Join us."
Ananya's divorce had left her starved—her ex-husband had been limp and disinterested. The taboo sight cracked something open in her. She stepped forward, towel falling, revealing her lush body: tits heavier than Priya's, waist nipped in, hips flaring to an ass that could smother a man. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips puffy and dripping, a string of arousal stretching as she walked.
Arjun groaned, trapped beneath his mother, but his cock twitched inside her at the sight of his sister. Priya lifted off him with a wet pop, her juices coating his shaft. "Touch her," she commanded.
Ananya hesitated, then crawled onto the bed. Priya guided her daughter's hand to Arjun's slick cock. Ananya's fingers wrapped around it, stroking tentatively. It was thicker than her ex's, veined and hot. She whimpered.
Priya knelt behind Ananya, hands cupping her daughter's massive tits, thumbs circling the stiff nipples. "Suck him, beta. Taste what Mummy tastes every night."
Ananya bent forward, her ass high in the air, and took Arjun into her mouth. He bucked, hands fisting the sheets. Priya watched, fingering her own pussy, then leaned down to lick Ananya's dripping slit from behind. Ananya moaned around her brother's cock, the vibration making him thrust deeper.
The room filled with wet sounds: Ananya slurping Arjun's shaft, Priya lapping at her daughter's creamy pussy, Arjun's ragged breathing. Priya's tongue delved into Ananya's folds, tasting the same sweet musk that leaked from her own cunt. She sucked Ananya's clit until the girl shuddered, squirting a hot stream onto Priya's chin.
Priya pulled back, face glistening. "Now, beta," she said to Arjun, "fuck your sister while Mummy watches."
Ananya straddled Arjun reverse cowgirl, her huge ass facing him. Priya spread her daughter's cheeks, guiding Arjun's cock to the slick entrance. Ananya sank down slowly, her pussy stretching around him with a lewd squelch. "Oh god... so big," she gasped, tits bouncing as she began to ride.
Priya knelt in front of them, rubbing her own clit furiously. She leaned in to suck Ananya's nipples, then Arjun's balls as they slapped against his sister's ass. The three moved in a rhythm: Ananya grinding down, Arjun thrusting up, Priya's tongue flicking wherever it could reach.
Ananya came first, her pussy clenching like a fist, milking Arjun as she screamed. Juices flooded down his shaft, soaking his balls. Priya lapped it up greedily, then pushed Ananya aside and mounted Arjun herself, riding him hard while Ananya straddled his face. Arjun's tongue plunged into his sister's cum-soaked pussy as Priya's walls fluttered around his cock.
They switched endlessly: Ananya on her back, legs spread wide as Arjun pounded her missionary, Priya sitting on her daughter's face; Priya on all fours, Arjun taking her from behind while Ananya sucked her swinging tits; the sisters 69ing, Arjun alternating between their dripping holes.
By dawn, the bed was a swamp of cum and squirt. Arjun lay spent between them, cock raw and twitching. Priya and Ananya curled around him, breasts pressed to his sides, pussies still leaking onto his thighs.
"Raj comes home in five days," Priya murmured, kissing Ananya's swollen lips. "We'll keep this our secret. Every night."
Ananya smiled, fingers tracing Arjun's softening cock. "Every night," she echoed.
The rain kept falling, washing the world clean outside. Inside, the family's obsession had doubled—and there was no going back.