My Steamy Story: Mom is wearing a saree and I am upset...

My Story Time:

Okay, so, spill the tea, bestie. I was low-key having a main character moment, getting all dressed up in this boujee ass saree for this party, feeling my absolute best. The silk was hugging my curves, and I was giving total goddess vibes, no cap.

Then my son walks in, and his whole face just... fell. Sheesh. Big yikes. He looks at me, all sad and sus, and was like, "Mom... you're not seriously wearing that, are you?" And I was just... shook. OOF. My vibe was totally killed.

So I put my hands on my hips, my pussy already getting a little wet from the confrontation, ngl. I was like, "What's your problem?" And he gets all up in my space, his eyes dark, and he goes, "My problem is that you look so fucking hot, and now all I can think about is peeling that saree off you and bending you over the bed."

My clit literally throbbed when he said that, period. I didn't even hesitate. I grabbed his dick through his jeans—it was so hard—and whispered, "Then stop talking and do it, you little simp."

He didn't need to be told twice. He spun me around, yanking my petticoat down and yeeting my panties across the room. Next thing I know, his cock is pressing against my bare ass, and he's pushing my gorgeous saree up around my waist. He slid right into my soaking wet pussy from behind, and I gasped so loud. I was clutching the silk of my pallu for dear life as he absolutely railed me, talking all kinds of filthy shit in my ear. I came so hard my legs literally gave out. Slay, I guess.