I woke up early, the room still dim with morning light slipping through the curtains. Mallika slept naked beside me, curled on her side like a goddess. Her dark hair fanned across the pillow, one arm tucked under her cheek. Her full breasts rose and fell with slow breaths, nipples soft in the cool air. Something possessive twisted in my chest as I watched her. She looked so peaceful, so mine.
I slid down the bed without a sound, careful not to wake her yet. When my face settled between her thighs, she stirred only slightly, legs parting instinctively. I started with soft kisses along her inner thighs, then dragged the flat of my tongue slowly up her slit. Her clit was already peeking out, warm and sensitive. I circled it gently at first, teasing, then pressed firmer little licks, sucking lightly, tasting the last night’s sex.
After some time, her fingers found my hair, sliding through in an affectionate stroke. No words, just the quiet hitch of her breath and the way her hips lifted a fraction, silently asking for more. I gave it to her. Tongue dipping inside, then back to her clit, steady circles, steady pressure. I have no idea how long I stayed there, lost in her taste and the soft sounds she made.
Finally, her grip tightened. Her back arched on the mattress, thighs clamping around my ears.
“Baby…” she said, the word filthy and pure at the same time, and then she came quietly into my mouth, warm juices coating my tongue. I licked her through it, swallowing every drop until her fingers loosened and her body shifted back to sleep.
I crawled up, wrapped my arms around her waist, pressed my face against the soft curve of her stomach, and drifted off again.
***
I woke to the smell of coffee and something sweet. Mallika was already up. When I walked into the kitchen, she was standing at the counter wearing a red micro skirt that barely covered the lower curve of her ass cheeks and a white shirt knotted just under her breasts, showing her ample cleavage. No bra. The thin cotton did almost nothing to hide her nipples.
I crossed the room, slid my arms around her waist from behind, and kissed the side of her neck. “Good morning.”
She leaned back into me. “Morning, baby.”
I turned her around, kissed her properly, slow and deep, morning breath and all. When we broke apart, I sat at the table. Scrambled eggs, toast, coffee. Perfect.
Halfway through the first bite, I felt her hand on my thigh under the table. Then she was sliding down, disappearing beneath, and my fork froze.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Shhh. Eat your breakfast.” Her fingers tugged my boxers down. My cock sprang free, already half hard from the sight of her earlier.
“Mommy’s hungry for her real breakfast.”
Her tongue licked a long stripe from balls to tip. I hissed. She took me into her mouth, warm and wet. She licked the head clean like it was candy, swirled around the veins, and sucked gently. Then deeper. One hand massaged my balls, rolling them while her mouth worked. The other braced on my thigh. She looked up at me while she bobbed, eyes wicked and loving at the same time.
I scooped another forkful of eggs into my mouth, chewed slowly, trying to act normal even though my pulse was hammering.
“Fuck… this is the best breakfast ever.”
She took out my cock, just long enough to wink, then dove back down, taking me to the back of her throat. The wet choke sound she made sent a jolt straight to my spine. Saliva dripped down my shaft, shiny and slick.
“You want me to cum, Mommy?” I asked.
She nodded without taking me out of her mouth, the vibration of her hum making me groan.
“What’s the magic word, baby?” I teased. She popped off with a wet sound, looked up with spit shining on her chin.
“Feed me, please feed me your cum, stepson. I’m so fucking hungry for you.” Then she swallowed me again, deep, smiling around my cock.
The sight snapped something inside me, and I dropped the fork.
“Fuckkk… aaahh!” My hips jerked up. I came hard, pulsing thick ropes straight down her throat. She didn’t flinch, kept sucking, swallowing everything, milking me with her lips and tongue until I was empty.
When the last spurt was gone, she pulled off slowly, letting my cock slip out with a lewd pop. She opened her mouth wide, showing me the white cum pooled in her mouth, as if she was asking for something more. So, I spit in her mouth.
“What a dirty little cum slut you are, baby.”
She then swallowed with an exaggerated gulp. “Thank you.”
I stared at her, chest heaving, half in awe, half ready to drag her back to bed. She stood, wiped the corner of her mouth with one finger, sucked it clean, then leaned down and kissed me softly.
“Finish your eggs,” she whispered against my lips. “They’re getting cold.”
I laughed. ***
Later, we went to shower and had sex. After that, I dressed up and went to the university.
The day at university passed in a blur of lectures and wet shoes. My mind kept drifting back to the night before, to the way she had ridden me, the way she had looked at me when she came. By the time classes ended, the rain had turned into a proper downpour.
The moment I stepped through the door, Mallika was on me. She jumped into my arms, legs wrapping around my waist. We kissed like we had been starving for each other all day. Her hands yanked at my wet shirt, mine slid under her skirt, and squeezed her ass through the thin thong she was wearing. We stumbled toward the couch, shedding clothes along the way. Shirt, skirt, bra, boxers, thong.
She pushed me down onto the cushions and rode me without preamble. Her pussy was already slick, sliding down my cock in one smooth drop. We both groaned at the same time.
“Fuck, baby,” she breathed against my mouth.
“I’ve been wet since you left this morning.”
I gripped her hips and thrust up into her, hard. She rode me fast, tits bouncing, nails digging into my shoulders. The couch creaked under us. Rain hammered the windows. Her moans grew sharper, needier.
“Harder,” she demanded.
“Fuck me like you missed me.”
I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my arms, and pounded into her. The angle was deep, brutal. She clawed at my back, crying out every time I bottomed out.
“Yes, yes, right there. Fill me up, baby. Give Mommy that load.”
I came first, groaning her name as I came inside her. A few seconds later, she followed, back arching, pussy fluttering around me, milking every drop.
We stayed like that for a minute, panting, foreheads touching. Then she laughed softly and kissed the corner of my mouth.
“Welcome home.”
Later, we dressed for the gym. She wore black shorts and a sports bra with a hoodie, nothing outrageous, but the way the fabric hugged her ass still made my mouth water.
At the gym, we found out Omar had quit. The new trainer was a woman in her thirties, with short black hair, arms like steel cables, and a voice like a drill sergeant. She introduced herself as Tara and immediately put us through a punishing circuit. No flirting, no mercy. Just sweat and burning lungs.
When the session ended, Tara handed me a small padded envelope.
“Omar left this for you,” she said, then walked off without another word.
I tore it open in the car. Inside were two black metal cards, sleek and heavy. My name was laser-etched on one, Mallika’s on the other. On the back, gold VVIP lettering and a magnetic strip.
“This fucker left us membership cards,” I said, holding them up.
Mallika chuckled and took one, running her thumb over the edge. “Fancy.”
I snapped a photo of both cards and sent it to The Dealer.
Me: What are these? Discounts?
His reply came almost instantly.
The Dealer: No, mate. This card looks phony. No stupid card like this exists in our line of business. You getcha.
“Wtf,” I muttered, tossing both cards into the glove box.
Dinner was simple. Grilled chicken, salad, and rice. We ate at the table, feet touching under it, little glances and smiles passing between us. After the dishes were done, we migrated to the bedroom.
She stripped slowly, letting me watch. I did the same. No rush. Just the quiet ritual of getting naked together.
Moments later, Mallika was riding me hard, her thick thighs flexing with every rise and fall, my nine-inch cock buried to the root inside her dripping pussy. She leaned forward, her heavy tits swaying, nipples hard.
“Baby, you have ruined this pussy,” she gasped, grinding down slowly and deep.
“I am so addicted to your monster cock.”
She lifted almost all the way off, letting me feel the cool air on my slick shaft before slamming back down, taking every inch again.
“Aahhhh. Gape it, baby. Gape Mommy’s pussy. Stretch me so wide your dad will never feel anything again.”
Her dirty words hit like fuel. I gripped her hips tighter, thrusting up to meet her, the wet slap of ass filled the room.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning cracked the sky open, white light flashing through the curtains. Mallika yelped and collapsed onto my chest, her heartbeat pounding against mine.
“Oh god,” she whispered.
I wrapped my arms around her, one hand rubbing slow circles on her back.
“It’s okay. Are you scared?”
She lifted her head just enough to look at me, eyes wide and childlike. She nodded once.
I smiled, soft at first, then dirtier.
“It’s okay, Mommy. It’s just rain.” My hands slid down to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. I started moving my hips again, slow, shallow thrusts, keeping my cock moving inside her.
“See? Nothing to be afraid of, Mommy.”
“You’re so mean,” she moaned, but she kissed me anyway, tongue sliding against mine while her pussy clenched around me.
And then I had another idea.
“Have you ever fucked in the rain?” I asked against her lips.
“What? No. No fucking way.”
Moments later, we were on the terrace. The rain poured down in heavy sheets, cold and relentless. Water soaked us instantly. Mallika laughed as she grabbed my cock and stroked it under the downpour.
“This is crazy,” she said, her voice half-lost in the storm.
I kissed her hard, tasting rain and her. Then I turned her around, bent her forward slightly, and pushed my cock back into her pussy from behind. She was so wet that the slide was effortless. I gripped her waist with both hands and started thrusting fast and hard. The sound of her ass clapping against my hips was swallowed by the rain.
“Harder, baby,” she moaned.
“Fuck Mommy harder. Wreck this pussy in the storm.”
I slammed into her deeper, water streaming down our bodies, her moans mixing with the thunder. Lightning flashed again, lighting up her arched back, the way her ass jiggled with every thrust.
Then I noticed the mattress I had thrown up here days ago. It was still there, soaked through, streaked with dust and rain, but intact.
I kept fucking her slow enough to walk us toward it, my cock never leaving her pussy. She realized where we were going and laughed again, breathless.
“What? You’re so fucking dirty, Vihaan.”
Another crack of thunder, and then I pushed her down onto the mattress with me, my cock still buried deep. We landed hard, water splashing up around us.
“Aaahhhhh, fuck!” she yelled, then grinned up at me through the rain.
“You animal. Fucking me on a dirty mattress in this rain. Pound me, baby. Make Mommy scream louder in the open.”
I started fucking her prone bone on the soaked mattress, rain pouring over us in heavy sheets. My hands clamped on her shoulders, pinning her down as I drove into her with long, punishing thrusts. Each one buried my cock to the hilt, balls slapping her clit, her ass cheeks shaking under the impact.
“Ahhh.”
“Aahhh.”
“Aahhh, fuck, this is amazing.”
Her voice cracked on every stroke. She clawed the mattress, nails digging into the drenched fabric, ass lifted just enough to let me hit deeper. I leaned over her back, chest pressed to her spine, lips brushing her ear.
“You feel that, Mommy? My cock is owning this pussy. Stretching you wide open.”
She moaned louder, pushing her hips back to meet me.
We flipped. I lay flat on the mattress, rain hammering my face, blurring my vision. Mallika climbed on top, riding me in a cowgirl position. She gripped my cock, lined it up, and sank down in one brutal drop, taking every inch. We both groaned at the same time.
“Oh baby, this is so fucking good,” she moaned, starting to ride.
She lifted until only the head was inside, then slammed down hard, over and over.
“I can feel you in my womb, baby, aahhh.”
Her pace quickened, her ass bouncing, her pussy gripping me like a fist. Rain streamed down her tits, her hair plastered to her neck.
“Ahhh, fuck I’m coming,” she gasped.
One more deep thrust and she shattered. Her legs shook violently around my hips as her pussy spasmed. She collapsed forward onto me, panting against my neck.
“I am not done with you, Mommy,” I said, my voice rough.
I rolled her under me, hooked her legs over my shoulders in full missionary, her thighs pressed to her chest. I pushed back inside in one long stroke.
“Aahhh!” she screamed, nails biting my arms.
I fucked her hard, deep, relentlessly. Rain pelted my back, dripping onto her face.
“Yes, yes, make me cum again,” she begged, her voice cracking.
“Make me cum again, baby.”
“Cum on my cock, Mommy,” I growled.
“Fucking squirt for me, you dirty slut.”
I slammed harder, faster. Her legs started shaking again. Her back arched off the mattress.
“Aaahhhh!”
A violent squirt exploded from her, pushing my cock out with the force. The warm liquid hit my chest, my face, her stomach, everything blurring into the rain. I kept thrusting through it, my own orgasm building, my balls tight.
She gasped, her eyes wide. “You didn’t come, right?”
I shook my head.
“Oh fuck, I want you in my mouth.”
I stood up. My cock hung heavy, rainwater falling down the shaft like a waterfall, veins pulsing, my head swollen and dark. She scrambled to her knees in the rain, her ass arched, her back curved in that perfect bow. She took me deep immediately, her lips stretched wide, her throat working to swallow me. One hand massaged my balls, rolling them gently while she bobbed, gagging herself on purpose. Saliva poured from her mouth, mixing with the rain, dripping down her chin onto her tits.
The cold had made my cock steel-hard, hypersensitive. Every suck, every swirl of her tongue felt overwhelming. I groaned, my hips jerking.
Then it happened.
I started to pee.
Warm golden liquid flooded her mouth. Her eyes snapped open in shock. She choked, pulled off fast, coughing, a thick stream still hitting her tongue, her lips, her cheeks. She froze, back arched, mouth open, golden stream splashing across her face, running down her neck, over her tits, dripping from her nipples.
I couldn’t stop. The rain washed most of it away instantly, but the sight of her drenched, shocked, yet still kneeling there, tits heaving, eyes locked on mine, sent a final jolt through me. My cock jerked, spurting the last of my pee onto her chest.
She blinked through the rain and the mess, then slowly turned her face behind as if she was showing her throat, her neck, and then she gulped it all down. My golden liquid was now inside her tummy. ”That was… that was hot,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, pulled her into a hard kiss, tasting rain and everything else on her tongue.
After the rain-soaked madness on the terrace, we went back inside, bodies shivering. Neither of us spoke. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the soft drip of water from our hair onto the floor tiles.
Mallika’s hand found mine. She guided me toward the bathroom.
We stepped under the shower together. Hot water hit us like a blanket. Steam rose fast. She turned to face me and pulled me into a kiss that started slow but turned sloppy in seconds.
I lifted her right leg, hooked it over my hip. My cock, still half-hard from the terrace, stiffened instantly at the heat of her pussy brushing against it. One push and I sank inside her, raw and deep. She gasped into my mouth.
“Aahh.”
I started thrusting, hard and fast, water cascading over us, pounding her against the wall. Her moans echoed in the bathroom.
“Use me, baby,” she panted against my ear.
“Use my pussy for your pleasure. It’s yours. Fuck it, however you want.”
I nodded and slammed into her harder. Her leg tightened around me, nails digging into my shoulders.
“Aahhh, it’s all yours,” she whispered, voice shaking.
“I don’t own this pussy anymore. You do.”
“You’re such a slut,” I growled, hips snapping.
“Giving your pussy to your stepson, Mommy.”
“Yes,” she moaned, head falling back against the tiles.
“I am a slut, baby. A slut for your cock. Aahhh.”
Her words made me mad. I fucked her faster, deeper, the wet slap of our bodies louder than the shower.
“Oh fuck,” I grunted.
“I am going to cum.”
“Cum, baby,” she begged.
“Cum in your pussy. Aahhh. It’s yours.”
The pressure snapped. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with thick spurts. So much that cum immediately leaked out around my shaft, mixing with the water running down her thighs. She whimpered, pussy fluttering, trying to keep it all inside.
I pulled out slowly. She cupped her hand over her pussy, trapping my load, eyes locked on mine. Cum oozed between her fingers.
“Look at you,” I said, voice rough.
“Holding my cum inside like a greedy little cum-slut. You’re so fucking hot, baby.” I said, then turned off the shower.
She smiled, wicked and tired, then sat down…
