I often wondered if she fucked with her dog like my maasi who I had fucked on a number of occasions.I remember that maasi was the tallest of all and she had deadly knockers and a slappable ass.She then bites her lip and said,“Complete the age old ritual of mating my son. I rubbed the top of it with my thumb and then I inserted my longest finger into my motherly pussy. I quickly got forward and put some indoor there.“My child, you can take mommy anyway you like now.
Now she was maddened with lust and she started slapping her big boobies on my face. Later after one month mother came to me and said that she was pregnant with my child. I consulted my friends and we left the town for some other place. The elder one just turned sixteen and she just looks like my mother. But she has very sexy shiny skin with a little hair at the back of her arm. Her nipples were standing erect like two beans and to my utter surprise, she had very short hair around her areolas. Mummy …ko dudhu do na Le beta…jitna marzi le na My hand moved on to her bellybutton and my fingers danced on her naked skin. At night, it was quite hot and my mother came to me and said. I could make out form its shape that she probably had just panties on.“munnu (my nick name)! You can come and sleep in my room as your father is not here”I couldn’t wait for a better opportunity and I jumped with joy and said…sure mother…I went to her room. The bed was a king size and there was satin bed sheet on it. My mother had even played light Indian classical instrumental music to add to its sexiness. He then gave me a manglasutra to tie around my mother’s neck. I quickly removed the one tied by my father and tied my mangalsutra, the symbol of our union, around her neck. My mother had cleverly sent the children to her parents place. Her blouse was giving exactly the kind of show I craved for. I was surprised to see the room decorated with flowers and candles. Mom kissed me back with pure lust she had been keeping in the garb of love and affection. It had a pink bulb on and it made the room look so sexy. She took me there and I sat next to her as the pandit started reciting mantras. I took it and smeared it in her head taking her as a wife. Mom looked so pretty dressed in all jewelry and her wedding sari. I cleaned it with my tongue and began kissing her while my hands on motherly instincts had gone to her beautiful mounds feeling them over her blouse. We reached the temple and the priest took us to a corner where there was a pandaal in the center and a few people had gathered. The priest then asked me to put some indoor (vermillion) in the center of my mother’s hair. She came to me and said,“From now on I am your wife so call me sushma .ok”Yes my darling sushma. She had the prettiest milk moustache I had ever seen.The very first time I saw her, she was talking on a phone to someone sitting in her kameez and panties…what a delight panties are.