Indian Boy's Raw Desires Met by Mom's Skilled Blowjob
The scent of spices and incense fills the air as the Indian boy's mother, clad in a traditional sari, enters the room. She finds him sprawled on the bed, his hand tentatively stroking his rigid cock. She approaches silently, her eyes locked onto his, and his hand freezes. She sits beside him, her fingers tracing the outline of his straining erection through his loose pajama pants. "You're troubled, my son," she whispers, her voice like velvet. He nods, his breath hitching as she leans down, her breath warm on his crotch. She hooks her fingers into his pants and boxers, pulling them down, revealing his throbbing cock. She licks her lips, her eyes gleaming with desire. She takes him into her mouth, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside, her head bobbing slowly. He groans, his hands fisting the sheets as she takes him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. She can feel him pulsing, his body tensing as he nears his climax. She moans, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He comes hard, his body convulsing as he releases into her mouth. She swallows every drop, her eyes never leaving his.