Vishal (grinning happily):
"Darling Amma, look how ready and horny you’ve become… you spoke so dirty just now. But give me a little more time. Let me make you feel even better. Then I’ll fuck you properly. Lie on your back at the edge of the bed with your feet on the floor."
Swati obeyed, lying back as he asked. Vishal knelt between her spread thighs.
Vishal (voice thick with lust):
"Now I want to see your pussy clearly. Spread your legs wide and lift them up for me."
Swati (shyly, face burning with shame):
"No… don’t make me do that. I feel so embarrassed. Except for your dad, no one has ever seen my pussy like this."
Vishal (smirking, rubbing her thighs):
"Why feel shy now, Amma? I already fucked you that night. All shame is gone. Right now we’re just a man and a woman… a son hungry to fuck his mother. Spread your legs and lift them high."
Swati had no choice. She bent her knees and pulled her legs up toward her chest, completely exposing her wet pussy. Vishal gently ran his fingers over her swollen lips, then spread them open with his thumbs, revealing her pink, dripping inner folds.
Swati (moaning):
"Aai g…"
Vishal leaned in and slowly licked along her slit, then pushed two fingers deep inside her soaked pussy, pumping them in and out. Her juices flowed freely. He moved his tongue to her swollen clit, sucking and flicking it rapidly while fingering her harder.
Swati (writhing, moaning loudly):
"Aai g… Vishal…"
Swati (husky, desperate voice):
"What do you call the thing you’re licking right now?"
Vishal (between licks):
"It’s your clit… or in dirty words, your little love button."
Swati (lost in pleasure, grinding her pussy against his mouth):
"Then suck my clit hard with your mouth… and keep fucking me with your fingers… aai g… don’t stop!"
Vishal sucked her clit hungrily, his tongue flicking wildly while his fingers thrust deep inside her, curling and stirring her wetness. Swati moaned shamelessly, pushing her dripping pussy harder against her son’s eager mouth.