The storm had finally stopped by morning, but the real storm inside the cottage was just beginning. Sunlight came through the curtains in weak rays. Raj woke up first. His mother Meera was still sleeping naked in his arms. Her big soft boobs were pressed against his chest. Dried cum and pussy juices were stuck on her thighs. Her pussy lips looked swollen and red from the hard fucking last night.

Raj smiled darkly. He felt no guilt. Instead, a strong feeling of power ran through his body. Last night he had taken his own mother’s wet pussy for the first time, and she had moaned like a whore for her son’s dick. Now she belonged to him completely.