**Holi with Mom – The Bhaang-Fueled Colony Fuck**

The air was thick with the smell of colors and laughter as the whole colony celebrated Holi like every year. But this time, things were different. The bhaang we’d all drunk was hitting harder than usual, and the boundary between mother and son blurred in ways I never expected.

I watched Mom dance in the courtyard, her white sari drenched in pink and green, clinging to her sweat-slicked skin. She was laughing, her loose blouse barely containing her heavy tits as they jiggled with every sway of her hips. The other uncles in the colony were staring, and I felt a possessive anger burn inside me. She was mine tonight.

I pulled her into a secluded corner behind the house, where the noise of the crowd faded into muffled cheers. The bhaang made her eyes glassy, her lips swollen and wet as she giggled against my chest. “Beta, what are you—?”

I cut her off, pushing her against the wall, my hands gripping her waist. “You look too fucking good tonight, Mom,” I growled, grinding my already-hard cock against her thigh. She gasped, her breathing ragged, but didn’t push me away.

Her fingers trembled as she reached down, fumbling with my pants. “Arre… pagal ho gaya hai tu?” she whispered, but her voice was thick with lust. I didn’t answer—just shoved her sari up to her waist, revealing her thick, bare thighs. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Fuck. My dick throbbed at the sight of her pussy, already glistening. I dragged my fingers through her wetness, making her whimper. “Kitni geeli hai, Ma,” I groaned before dropping to my knees and burying my face between her legs.

Her taste exploded on my tongue—musky, sweet, fucking addictive. She clutched my hair, thighs trembling around my head as I licked and sucked at her clit, my fingers plunging deep into her cunt. “Ahhh! Nahi… bas… beta!” she moaned, but her hips bucked against my mouth, fucking herself on my tongue.

I stood up, my lips slick with her juices, and yanked my cock free from my pants. It was thick and throbbing, veins straining as I pressed the tip against her soaked opening. “Dekh, Ma… tera beta tujhe chodne wala hai,” I hissed before slamming into her with one brutal thrust.

She screamed, her nails digging into my back as I bottomed out inside her tight, dripping pussy. The heat was insane—she clenched around me like a fucking vice. I didn’t give her time to adjust. Gripping her hips, I pounded into her, each thrust making her tits bounce wildly. The wet slap of our skin echoed in the empty space.

“Haan! Haan! Aahhh!” Mom wailed, her head thrown back, sweat trickling down her throat. I fucked her harder, my balls slapping against her ass as I drilled into her like I owned her. Because I fucking did tonight.

One of the colony uncles wandered too close, his drunk eyes widening at the sight of us. But Mom didn’t stop me—she just moaned louder, her legs wrapping around my waist as I fucked her against the wall like a common whore.

“Sab dekhenge ki meri Ma kitni raand hai,” I growled, pistoning into her mercilessly. Her pussy clenched, her orgasm ripping through her as she screamed my name. That was all it took—my cock pulsed, unloading deep inside her, filling her up as she whimpered and trembled in my arms.

When I finally pulled out, cum dripped down her thighs, mixing with the colors on her skin. She was panting, her sari ruined, her body wrecked. And all I could think was—next Holi, we’re doing this in front of the whole fucking colony.