My residence hall room at the University of Texas was dark. It was the middle of the night as I lay on my dorm bed.

My phone leaned against the pillow, playing Instagram reels which featured a sexy, mature woman doing yoga. A sports bra and skintight shorts clung to her curves, accentuating her lovely firm breasts and taut, round ass. She was incredibly well-maintained for a forty-four-year-old. My cock gave an involuntary lurch as the woman bent forward, her deep cleavage and the upper swells of her breasts were on full display for a moment.

She easily looked ten years younger and performed the asanas effortlessly. The moves, innocent to regular eyes, felt extremely sensuous to my gaze. My lust-filled, twenty-year-old brain showed me a different image - the woman lying naked on her bed, writhing with pleasure. I closed Instagram and opened WhatsApp.

Her last message, sent a few hours earlier, read - Goodnight. Fly safe kiddo. Mom’s waiting for you.

***

I got into the cab the next morning. Settling into the rear seat, I buckled up for the half-hour drive to Dallas Fort Worth International Airport.

My mom, Samaira was a Bollywood celebrity based in Mumbai, India. She started her career as a model and had swiftly transitioned into Bollywood. Though, never making it to the big league, she remained fairly popular. Her whirlwind romance with superstar Ardaas Khanna resulted in an unplanned pregnancy at the age of twenty-four. A quick wedding and I, Arhaan Khanna, was born.

Growing up, I received all the love and care in the world from Mom and Dad. But, as I entered my teens, my parents grew apart gradually. They argued a lot, leading to shouts and fights.

“Your dad and I are going through a rough patch, kiddo,” Mom said. She had come to my room one night after a particularly nasty shouting match with Dad.

“Are you guys thinking of divorce?”

“We don’t know yet. But no matter what happens, we will always love you,” she said, kissing my forehead.

I paid the cab driver and entered the airport. I completed the check-in, grabbed my boarding pass and lined up for the security check.

I recalled Dad’s words from five years earlier. My entire world had just shattered.

“I’ll always love you, buddy. Never forget that,” Dad had said, his eyes moist and voice choked up.

I had hugged him and cried openly. My parents had finally divorced and Mom got my custody. We moved out of Dad’s house into Mom’s duplex within Mumbai.

The security personnel called me forward and frisked me gently. I collected my phone, laptop and backpack from the scanner and proceeded towards Customs and Immigration.

My life went through quite a few major changes after my parents split. Dad paid for my education and child support. Mom started working again. She went back to modelling, opened a yoga studio and appeared as a judge in several dance, fashion and talent reality shows. Slowly, she rebuilt her brand.

Customs and Immigration was passed without any issue. I went to the lounge area, bought a cup of coffee and settled down on a chair.

When I had turned eighteen, Mom started dating again. Through common friends, she met Nakul, a young actor and twelve years her junior. A few months later, I moved to Texas for my higher studies. Shortly after, Nakul moved in with Mom into her house.

I quickly adjusted to life on the campus. Nobody gave a shit that I was the son of a Bollywood superstar. I was free to go anywhere and do anything without scrutiny. I made several new friends at the university. They became my friends because they liked me, not because they wanted to be in my parents’ social circle.

I got in line with the other passengers at the gate after the announcement. The line slowly moved forward until I showed the boarding pass and got onto the bus, waiting on the tarmac.

As the bus started moving the passengers towards the plane, I remembered my high school friends bitterly. They had all been from families of Bollywood celebrities, businessmen and politicians. I had always been a popular kid. Yet, only a few weeks after my parents’ divorce, many of my friends had started to avoid me. I realized they were waiting and watching, if I was still tight with Dad even though I stayed with Mom. The whole incident had changed my entire perspective about who I was and who my real friends were.

I boarded the United 358 and got to my seat. Wireless headphones over my ears, I buckled in for the flight.

The most surprising phenomenon at the university had been my new friends’ reactions to Mom. They had absolutely freaked out when I had shown them a family picture.

“Dude, no way! That’s your mom?” Diego said.

When Diego, Erik and Cho realized Mom was a bona fide celebrity, they quickly got to her IG. They scrolled through her posts, eyes popping out.

“I have to say,” said Erik, “Ms. Arora is now my gold standard for a MILF.”

I had watched them with disgust. “Come on guys, stop it. She’s my mother!”

When they noticed my discomfort, they had behaved even more bizarrely, until I laughed out loud. I had to admit that Mom was still extremely hot and sexy for her age. She worked hard to maintain herself and it showed.

***

After an almost three-hour flight, I disembarked at the Washington Dulles International Airport. There was a two-hour layover. I thought about the last time I had gone home, earlier that year during the Spring holidays.

It had been my first time back home after Nakul had moved in. He turned out to be a cool guy, funny and charming with an easy personality.

On the morning of the third day of my Spring holidays, Mom said, “I’ll be out for the whole day, kiddo. What’s your plan for the day?”

“Nakul and I will be playing on his PlayStation.”

Mom rolled her eyes. “Guys and their games. Alright. Have fun. I’ll see you tonight,” she said, going out the door.

Nakul had a few days off before his next shooting schedule. We played games, went for a ride in his Maserati Levante, went to his favorite place for lunch, came back and played more games.

“Dude, I’ll be out on the balcony,” Nakul said, touching two fingers to his lips. “You want one?”

“No, thanks. I don’t smoke.”

“Good, that’s good. Hey, my trainer clicked some of my workout pics this morning. Can you select two that look best for Insta?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Nakul headed upstairs for the first-floor balcony. I picked up his phone and browsed through his workout pictures.

More than 6 feet tall, he maintained an impressive physique that complemented that of Mom. Broad shoulders, muscular chest, bulging triceps and biceps with a nice six-pack of abs. Mom was a fitness fanatic and it seemed she had met her match in Nakul. Both posted their workout pics and videos on social media regularly. I selected two pics of Nakul where he was working on his back and lats.

Something caught my eye within the gallery. I scrolled down and tapped on it. It was a pic of Mom in a skimpy, lacy, black lingerie. It looked like her bedroom. She relaxed on the bed with a glass of wine in one hand.

The next two pics took my breath away and made me almost drop the phone. My heart thundered in my chest. I looked around the living room and quickly sent the three pics to my phone.

***

I boarded my next flight, the United 52, from Washington Dulles International Airport in the evening. I settled in my seat for the long eight-hour flight.

I texted Mom - Leaving Washington.

Mom replied - Safe journey. Let me know when you land in Zurich. Bye, kiddo.

Nakul had returned shortly after his smoke. He got busy creating a new post on Instagram. I excused myself and went to my room. I opened my phone and checked Mom’s pics again, this time savoring the details within the privacy of my room.

I looked at the second pic. The sultry pose Mom struck was every hot-blooded male’s fantasy. Her eyes were closed, face tilted slightly upwards. Her hands bent at the elbows, holding up her lustrous hair at the back of her head. The pic was shot from a sideways quarter-angle, showcasing mostly her toned back and butt cheeks. Only her right breast was partially visible. It stood upright, defying gravity, her brown nipple erect.

I checked out the third pic. This one was undeniably sexual. Mom lay on her bed, on her back. Her legs were bent at her knees, one hand between her legs. My cock hardened in my pants. It was wrong to look at these pics. I wondered what came over me that I had stupidly sent these to my phone. My finger hovered over the delete icon, but I zoomed in on Mom’s crotch instead.

Her pussy was almost covered by her hand, but I could see she was clean-shaven down there. She held a medium-sized pink vibrator pressed to her pussy. Her other hand played with her erect nipple. There was an expression of sexual pleasure and wanton desire on her face that I had never seen before.

An image flashed across my mind, an image of me between Mom’s legs, sinking my hard cock into her pussy. I threw the phone away on my bed as if it had burned me. I shook my head and stood up, pacing the room. It was wrong, so wrong, my mind said. Yet my body and cock thought otherwise.

I picked up my phone and put it back again. An uncontrollable urge wanted me to look at Mom’s naked pics again. Fighting myself, I opened my phone and quickly deleted the pics before I could change my mind.

***

The next morning, I had sat at the dining table, absently staring at Mom. She wore a low-cut tank top and shorts as she made breakfast. My eyes were glued to her shapely ass, showcased perfectly in those fitting shorts. A hint of cleavage peeked out of her top.

“Dude, you still with me?” Nakul asked.

I jolted out of my reverie. Nakul was in his track pants and toweled off the sweat from his upper body post-workout.

“Uh… yeah.”

Nakul looked at me curiously and followed my gaze back towards Mom. I looked away, deliberately. Mom placed the breakfast of eggs, sprouts and protein shake on the table.

“You look tired, kiddo. You sleep well last night?” she asked.

“Not really.”

“Talking to your girlfriend back in the US? Or simply missing her?” she asked, teasing me.

“He doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Nakul said.

“Oh! He must have gone on several dates at least, haven’t you?”

“Dates yes. Girlfriend no,” I said.

“Don’t forget to use condoms, ok?” she said, sternly.

“Of course, Mom!” I said, irritated and embarrassed.

“Alright, alright. Now eat your breakfast. I am going to take a shower.”

I stared at Mom’s swaying ass as she entered her ground-floor bedroom. Nakul was watching me again. I quickly turned my attention to my plate.

“Dude?”

“Yeah?”

“We never had a chat about me dating your mom. Hope you’re fine with all this.”

“Yeah, it’s cool.”

Nakul nodded. “Thanks.”

He drank his protein shake and looked back at Mom’s room. The door was still closed.

“You know, your mom’s a wonderful woman. She’s smart, graceful and of course, incredibly hot and sexy.”

I nodded, focusing on my sprouts and said, “Yes, she’s uh… really smart.”

“And hot as hell. She really takes care of her body. Man, she’s wild in bed!” Nakul said.

I chuckled, nervously. “Ok! TMI.”

***

That night, my thoughts revolved around Mom. Nakul’s words echoed in my head. She’s wild in bed. I could only imagine.

It was past midnight and I still couldn’t sleep. Wanting to spend some time on the balcony, I opened my bedroom door. The house was dark, but I recognized the glow of the 80” LED TV from the ground-floor living room. I slowly moved towards the stairs and looked down. Nakul sat on the couch, with a drink in hand, watching an old movie.

I was about to move away, when Mom walked into the living room, wearing a tank top and panties. She picked up the remote and muted the TV.

“I was waiting for you in bed,” she said, seductively.

“Sorry. I got into this old movie. It’s interesting.”

Mom straddled Nakul on the couch. “More interesting than me?”

“No, not really.”

Mom leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. I froze and lowered myself, sitting on the floor, to hide. Nakul hugged her tightly, kissing deeply and passionately. The light from the TV illuminated the scene below.

Mom pulled off her tank top and let it hit the floor. And just like that, she was topless. Her lovely, round, gravity-defying breasts bobbed slightly and settled on her chest. Brown, erect nipples adorned her beautiful globes.

My heart beat faster and my cock stirred in my shorts. Mom pulled out Nakul’s vest off his upper body unveiling his muscular chest and shoulders. He kissed her neck and chest and took one of her erect nipples into his mouth. She moaned and threw her head back in pleasure, one hand behind his head, fingers caressing his hair.

Mom pushed him back on the couch and sank to her knees between his legs. “Let me take care of you.”

I should’ve stopped watching, moved away, but I was glued to the floor. Nakul lifted up his butt and she pulled his pants and underwear down past his knees.

Nakul’s cock sprang into sight. Mom wrapped her slender fingers around his impressive manhood and slowly caressed him. She teased her tongue around the purple head of his cock. He moved her hair away from her face, for a better look, and she smiled up at him.

“This is much better than the movie,” Nakul said.

Mom smiled. Opening wide, she took his sizable cock deep into her mouth. He moaned softly, as she opened wider and managed to work her lips all the way down his shaft.

My cock was rock hard. I opened the fly of my shorts and let it out of its confines.

Mom savored his cock, bobbing up and down, sliding her lips along the shaft. Nakul moaned and moved her hair away from her face once again. She came up for air, then slurped his cock back into her mouth. The light from the TV flickered, casting light and shadows on them.

The entire time Mom’s eyes never left Nakul’s face, signifying how much she enjoyed pleasuring him. He stood up, his cock still in her mouth, and kicked away his pants and underwear that had pooled near his ankles. He pulled his cock from her mouth and grabbing her shoulders, pulled her up to her feet. She quickly took off her panties. As they stood naked next to each other, they had the bodies of nude models or porn stars.

Nakul put his arms around Mom, grabbed her by her ass and lifted her off her feet. She squealed delightedly as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, holding her up. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she pushed herself higher, then impaled herself on his cock. She cried out and wrapped her arms around his neck. He continued to suck her nipple and thrust his hips, fucking her in a standing position.

I felt a drop of pre-cum leak out of my hard cock. I smeared the slimy drop around my cock head and stroked it. The scene playing out before me was beyond my wildest imagination. Nakul’s words echoed in my head. She’s wild in bed.

Nakul let her go and dropped her gently onto the couch. Mom bent her knees and put her legs up. Dropping to his knees, he buried his face between her thighs causing her to cry out. I stroked my cock while she let her head fall back. She grabbed his hair, lifted her butt and worked her hips, grinding her pussy in his face.

Mom closed her eyes and moaned through her parted lips. Nakul’s hand was between her legs, his arm moving back and forth as he finger fucked her. After a few minutes of moaning and squirming, she let out a loud cry as she climaxed. She wrapped her legs around his head, bucked her hips wildly as she rode through her orgasm. Her legs went limp. Nakul stood up and lifted her legs with her ankles. He bent slightly at the knees, to align himself and drove his cock into her slick pussy.

My cock was leaking pre-cum freely as I watched Nakul repeatedly thrust into Mom’s cunt. His big cock glistened with her juices, sliding in and out of her. She cried out with each thrust.

He stepped back and flopped on the couch beside her. She straddled him and grabbed his thick cock at the base. She held it steady and fed the swollen mushroom head into her pussy lips. Placing both hands on his shoulders, she lowered herself on his cock, taking him all in. She sat in a squatting position, both feet firmly on the couch on either side of his thighs. I watched with delight as she bounced herself up and down on his cock, fucking him. Her toned glutes and quads displayed their impressive strength, transforming her into a sex machine.

Nakul was breathing hard, visibly straining to last longer. Mom said, “Cum for me, baby! Give it to me!”

She gave him several hard thrusts and got off him. She quickly knelt between his legs and grabbed his glistening cock with both hands. She aimed it at her breasts and jerked him off. Nakul grunted loudly and exploded, shooting his cum in several long spurts onto her neck, chest and breasts.

I quickly tiptoed away into my room and rushed into the bathroom, hard cock in hand. With a few quick jerks, I unloaded my cum onto the floor. I closed my eyes tightly, riding the waves of pleasure and release. I held on to the wash basin to keep my balance as I steadied myself.

I washed and dried myself and came back...