He practiced for hours, how to wear high heels and even stocked kitchen with chicken, mutton , mango of different varieties ( mom had especially told him about that knowing his old aversion...)
Two days after mom came.
We had gone to station to receive her.
Two days after mom came.
We had gone to station to receive her.
JKG...and visit of his Mother in Law
when mom alighted from train; she was looking exquisite, just like a queen. Dressed perfectly in a designer white sari with red borders and a matching white silken sleeveless blouse, her tall 5-8 frame was almost dominating with gora bhara bahra mansal badan….and pearl string hung in her slender neck with a big pendent deeply ensconced in very low cut deep V neck of her blouse, showing of her ample bosom ….first look itself was able to enthral him and when she bend from the coach to hand over her suit case to him…aancahl carelessly shifted and he got a glimpse of what the blouse contained.
He was stunned, and only a shove of knee from me brought him back to sense.
He hastily bend to touch her feet…( it was something unexpected even for Mom….that too on platform….it is customary for a bahu to touch feet of all and sundry and she must bend properly…but for a Dammad even folding hand was too much and he…he always used to refer her as your mom).
Mom was pleasantly surprised and looked at me with satisfaction and delight. But she not only accepted it but pressed his head further …and also whispered….are theek se pair chuo. He touched not only both feet with hands but put his head too…and Mom’s red colour painted toe did something …he surreptitiously kissed it. Mom being mom…she responded by pressing his sandal further in his mouth. And then pulled him and hugged pressing herself very tightly.
Its impact was clear was visible during drive back home. He was driving and we were sitting on the back seat. He had fixed his back view mirror slyly so that he can sneak a look. And mom...she will adjust her ancahl, play with string of pearls and while talking with me, she will use innuendo about my saas and nanad…meant for his ears. Once when she caught him stealing a glance…she just made a pout and licked her very wet full lips.
It was difficult for me to wait for reaching home and I knew both other players are in the same condition.
We were sitting on the bed while he was lugging the luggage.
“ hey see, there is a spot of tea…that foolish waiter in the train…”
“Arre mom utara dijiye and it must be washed now agar stains pad gaya naa….” I said.
“But it will require careful hand wash and only stained portion…”
He had kept the luggage in Mom’s room which he so lovingly had decorated and was waiting for the next instructions, standing in front.
“ arrre mummy ye saaf kar denge …aur hana uske baad sukha ke smahal ke wardrobe meain rakh dena…” I told him.
“ ji…yes …”
Mom stood up and in most nonchalant manner very slowly removed her sari, first showing of her blouse bursting boobs and then turning and flaunting her 38+ rear, sheer crack and handed sari to him, now left in only blouse and saya.
He was just gawking at her, her boobs which were almost straining that perfectly cut sleeveless blouse to full, showing of every contour, her fair tummy deep navel and petticoat tied well below her waist.
“He dekh kya rahe ho jao apana kaam karo…”.suppressing my grin I rebuked him.
But mom, she was hell bent on making life of damad very miserable….
She took a yawn and raised her both hands and her armpits …full of hair and blouse was cut so from side …even a portion of her gora gora …
He almost tripped but went ahead to do his duty.
His bulge was now very clearly visible.
Mom looked at me and smiled…
” hota hai…hota hai…mujhe dekh le ….but your poor hubby he had lugged so much luggage …kuch to usko tip dena tha naa…
“tip ya …tit darshan…”
I could not suppress saying and both of us started giggling.
And he came back soon after finishing the core, waiting for next command.
“ Mummy aaap sandal uttar ke pair rakh ke upar aaram se baithiye naa…” I told and he got the hint.
“ laaiye main khol deta haun….” He got the hint and offered and she majestically pushed her feet towards him.
Sitting on his knees, he very lovingly, leisurely with almost caressing touches, opened the sandals and his gaze was fixed admiringly at her fair perfect feet adorned with silver toe rings, blood red pained nails and a silver anklet. As if inadvertently mom, gave a jerk and talava of sandal touched his cheeks.
He almost got electrocuted.
Pressure of his hands increased on her feet and his eyes were burning with desire. A nod from me admonished him. Yes time for kissing her feet will come later.
He went with sandal with look of`a child who had been offered and deprived of his lollipop.
Me and mom exchanged smiling glances meaningfully.
“Hey and after that make some good hot tea for us, “I asked.
“”And I had been told you make some good pakodas…mom tried to placate her dammad.
“ sure, Mummy abhi laya…” pleasure was dripping from his voice. He was eager to do anything to please her and be a ‘accha baccha’
Soon I was in the kitchen.
Onions, brinjals, potatos were properly sliced. Fresh chutney was kept in sauce bowls and tea was being made. Solution for making pakodas he had just prepared.
He was dressed also to a T, in pink apron and petticoat, dress prescribed for kitchen.
He was busy, doing his best to please his saas.
Silently I donned a plastic glove, dipped my right hand in the ghol (solution for pakodas, which had sliced chillies) with other hand lifted his petticoat from rear and thrust my middle finger with full force in his gaand.
“ OUIIIII…..” he shrieked with this sudden invasion.
“ kya hua….” Mom quizzed.
“ kuch nahin mummy main jara mirche check kar rahi thi” I replied giggling.
“ aare phir to mirchen abhi kam hain….jara us haraman ke jane randi ke poot se bolo”
“ ji Mummy …and he added some more chillies and spices.
But I conducted the taste again and this time I ensured my finger tip is pasted with some hot chilli piece.
However, this time he bit his lips and stifled his cry. But tears in eyes told their own story.
when mom alighted from train; she was looking exquisite, just like a queen. Dressed perfectly in a designer white sari with red borders and a matching white silken sleeveless blouse, her tall 5-8 frame was almost dominating with gora bhara bahra mansal badan….and pearl string hung in her slender neck with a big pendent deeply ensconced in very low cut deep V neck of her blouse, showing of her ample bosom ….first look itself was able to enthral him and when she bend from the coach to hand over her suit case to him…aancahl carelessly shifted and he got a glimpse of what the blouse contained.
He was stunned, and only a shove of knee from me brought him back to sense.
He hastily bend to touch her feet…( it was something unexpected even for Mom….that too on platform….it is customary for a bahu to touch feet of all and sundry and she must bend properly…but for a Dammad even folding hand was too much and he…he always used to refer her as your mom).
Mom was pleasantly surprised and looked at me with satisfaction and delight. But she not only accepted it but pressed his head further …and also whispered….are theek se pair chuo. He touched not only both feet with hands but put his head too…and Mom’s red colour painted toe did something …he surreptitiously kissed it. Mom being mom…she responded by pressing his sandal further in his mouth. And then pulled him and hugged pressing herself very tightly.
Its impact was clear was visible during drive back home. He was driving and we were sitting on the back seat. He had fixed his back view mirror slyly so that he can sneak a look. And mom...she will adjust her ancahl, play with string of pearls and while talking with me, she will use innuendo about my saas and nanad…meant for his ears. Once when she caught him stealing a glance…she just made a pout and licked her very wet full lips.
It was difficult for me to wait for reaching home and I knew both other players are in the same condition.
We were sitting on the bed while he was lugging the luggage.
“ hey see, there is a spot of tea…that foolish waiter in the train…”
“Arre mom utara dijiye and it must be washed now agar stains pad gaya naa….” I said.
“But it will require careful hand wash and only stained portion…”
He had kept the luggage in Mom’s room which he so lovingly had decorated and was waiting for the next instructions, standing in front.
“ arrre mummy ye saaf kar denge …aur hana uske baad sukha ke smahal ke wardrobe meain rakh dena…” I told him.
“ ji…yes …”
Mom stood up and in most nonchalant manner very slowly removed her sari, first showing of her blouse bursting boobs and then turning and flaunting her 38+ rear, sheer crack and handed sari to him, now left in only blouse and saya.
He was just gawking at her, her boobs which were almost straining that perfectly cut sleeveless blouse to full, showing of every contour, her fair tummy deep navel and petticoat tied well below her waist.
“He dekh kya rahe ho jao apana kaam karo…”.suppressing my grin I rebuked him.
But mom, she was hell bent on making life of damad very miserable….
She took a yawn and raised her both hands and her armpits …full of hair and blouse was cut so from side …even a portion of her gora gora …
He almost tripped but went ahead to do his duty.
His bulge was now very clearly visible.
Mom looked at me and smiled…
” hota hai…hota hai…mujhe dekh le ….but your poor hubby he had lugged so much luggage …kuch to usko tip dena tha naa…
“tip ya …tit darshan…”
I could not suppress saying and both of us started giggling.
And he came back soon after finishing the core, waiting for next command.
“ Mummy aaap sandal uttar ke pair rakh ke upar aaram se baithiye naa…” I told and he got the hint.
“ laaiye main khol deta haun….” He got the hint and offered and she majestically pushed her feet towards him.
Sitting on his knees, he very lovingly, leisurely with almost caressing touches, opened the sandals and his gaze was fixed admiringly at her fair perfect feet adorned with silver toe rings, blood red pained nails and a silver anklet. As if inadvertently mom, gave a jerk and talava of sandal touched his cheeks.
He almost got electrocuted.
Pressure of his hands increased on her feet and his eyes were burning with desire. A nod from me admonished him. Yes time for kissing her feet will come later.
He went with sandal with look of`a child who had been offered and deprived of his lollipop.
Me and mom exchanged smiling glances meaningfully.
“Hey and after that make some good hot tea for us, “I asked.
“”And I had been told you make some good pakodas…mom tried to placate her dammad.
“ sure, Mummy abhi laya…” pleasure was dripping from his voice. He was eager to do anything to please her and be a ‘accha baccha’
Soon I was in the kitchen.
Onions, brinjals, potatos were properly sliced. Fresh chutney was kept in sauce bowls and tea was being made. Solution for making pakodas he had just prepared.
He was dressed also to a T, in pink apron and petticoat, dress prescribed for kitchen.
He was busy, doing his best to please his saas.
Silently I donned a plastic glove, dipped my right hand in the ghol (solution for pakodas, which had sliced chillies) with other hand lifted his petticoat from rear and thrust my middle finger with full force in his gaand.
“ OUIIIII…..” he shrieked with this sudden invasion.
“ kya hua….” Mom quizzed.
“ kuch nahin mummy main jara mirche check kar rahi thi” I replied giggling.
“ aare phir to mirchen abhi kam hain….jara us haraman ke jane randi ke poot se bolo”
“ ji Mummy …and he added some more chillies and spices.
But I conducted the taste again and this time I ensured my finger tip is pasted with some hot chilli piece.
However, this time he bit his lips and stifled his cry. But tears in eyes told their own story.
Soon he reached with assortment of paodas sauce and tea.
“Hey just wait , let me go and wash my hands…she suggested.”
“ are mummy kanhe ko itta abda aadmai ye kahane ko hai….suno aap mummy ke bagal main baith jao naa aur unako apane hath se khila do”
He was too eager to comply, but his discomfiture and pleasure both were clear. Mom was still in her sleeveless white blouse and saya, although most of lower part was in quilt.
Hey tum bhi andar ghus jao na…and how could he refused her invitation.
With the first morsel, Mom bit his finger too teasingly.
Second one he offered was a baigani.
“ arre it is soo good….lagata hai tumko baigan bahoot pasand hai…mom mocked him in a double meaning tone.
“ are inhe hi kyon mummy meri naand ko bhi baoot pasand hai …baigan” I added in banter…
“arre achaa yaad dilaya kya naam hai tumhari us maameri…chinaal naand ka…are baraat main saare gaon vale jis ke piche pade the ab tak yaad karten hain us chinal ko”
“ Guddi …mummy” offering another baignai he blurted.
“ dekha mummy aap ne naam liya nahin…maine naam liya nahin…ab ye khood use chinal bata rahe hain…to main kaun sa galat kahti hun jo use chinal kahati hun.
He was blushing on his faux paus.
Mom very lovingly caressed his face and chided me,
“ Tum naa…jaan bhoojh ke bichare damaad ji ke piche pad jaati ho….aare vo bichare itane sidhe hain…ki sachhai kabool kar lete hain aur agar tumahari nanad chinal hai, haraman hai, saraae muaale main nain main matakaka karati hai dabvatai lagavatai phirati hai to usmain inkya kya dosh…vaise do saal pahale jab aayi thi dasvain main padahti thi tabhi gadara rahi thi…abhi kitane bade bade mera matalab …kya size hai usaki…”
He was non plussed. He dare not refuse answer to mom…and I prodded him,
“ are bata do naa isame sharamane ki kya baat hai…are uski bra ka number hi to pocch rahin hai …ye thod kah rahi hain ki tum uski dabate ho…bata do ..”
,
( and the reason for his discomfort was that he knew and he could not lie that he did not know. Actually …as it was planned that after the mom will leave we will go to his maiika and I suggested that we must carry some cloths for everybody as is customary and he gladly agreed. But then I told him that for Guddi we must know the correct size as I think we should shop for proper lingerie too. Before could think or try to get out of it I rang her up. My another desire was that their was very hot bonhomie till early days of my marriage but I cooled and I wanted to rekindle it. After a few pleasantries I told my naand, dekh tujahse baat kaarne ke liye koi baoot betab ho raha hai hai aur hann ….unhe tuumse vo koi svaal bhi pochenge…bata dena sahi sahi. Ekdam bahbahi hans ke vo boli and I gave phone to him. Accah to main kictehn main chal rahi hun kdhahai jal rahi ho gai…I said loudly but was very much there and also pressed speaker phone….she was chirping, eager to talk but he was bit hesitant. Soon he too warmed up. I whispered in his ear…pooch naa…kya size hai usaki…”
“ Sun yaar I want to bring some dresses…for you…he asked haltingly.
“ sure sure neki aur pocch pooch….main to kahane hi vaali thi….” Badi shokh aada main vo boli.
“ to jara apani size batao na …aur kaun si ….”
Now he too has started warming up.
“unhh…bhaiya…last time rakhi pe to aap laye the ..bas almost vahi…aur ekdam hot hot…yahan to sab vaisi hi milati hain…poorane style ki…”
“chinal garam ho rahi hai…I thought but I pestered him to ask directly.
“ haan…vo to par…mujhe uski nahin uski …u know what I mean…”
“ boliye naa bhaiya saaf saaf….mujhe kya maloom….” Salli sab janati thi par nakhade se vo boli.
“ aare vahi…he was fumbling..dress ke sath…andar…I mean under …bra…ki” he blurted.
“ bhiaya…aap kya pooch rahe hain…koi apani…ye sab poochata hai….” She was pretending to be coy.
“ bolo naa…” he persisted.
“ dhat mujhe sharam …nahi bataungi…aacha ap nadaz laga lijiye…” she was blushing but wanted to continue.
“ andaz main kaise manlo…galat ho jai…”
he too was now teasing her.
“ aare abde sidhe abn rahe hain jais emain janati nahin aapko …yaad hai apaki shadi main…jo apane gusee kaiya tha…vahi nikala than a…30…”
she was hotting up.
“ par tabase to do saal …tum aur badi ho…” he was coaxing her.”
“ saaf saaff kyon nahi kahate ki aur…do number badha gya hai..”
“ to 32…”
“ naa 32 C …aur pink colour….aa rahi hun main she told somebody calling her hand kept the phone down.)
“Hey just wait , let me go and wash my hands…she suggested.”
“ are mummy kanhe ko itta abda aadmai ye kahane ko hai….suno aap mummy ke bagal main baith jao naa aur unako apane hath se khila do”
He was too eager to comply, but his discomfiture and pleasure both were clear. Mom was still in her sleeveless white blouse and saya, although most of lower part was in quilt.
Hey tum bhi andar ghus jao na…and how could he refused her invitation.
With the first morsel, Mom bit his finger too teasingly.
Second one he offered was a baigani.
“ arre it is soo good….lagata hai tumko baigan bahoot pasand hai…mom mocked him in a double meaning tone.
“ are inhe hi kyon mummy meri naand ko bhi baoot pasand hai …baigan” I added in banter…
“arre achaa yaad dilaya kya naam hai tumhari us maameri…chinaal naand ka…are baraat main saare gaon vale jis ke piche pade the ab tak yaad karten hain us chinal ko”
“ Guddi …mummy” offering another baignai he blurted.
“ dekha mummy aap ne naam liya nahin…maine naam liya nahin…ab ye khood use chinal bata rahe hain…to main kaun sa galat kahti hun jo use chinal kahati hun.
He was blushing on his faux paus.
Mom very lovingly caressed his face and chided me,
“ Tum naa…jaan bhoojh ke bichare damaad ji ke piche pad jaati ho….aare vo bichare itane sidhe hain…ki sachhai kabool kar lete hain aur agar tumahari nanad chinal hai, haraman hai, saraae muaale main nain main matakaka karati hai dabvatai lagavatai phirati hai to usmain inkya kya dosh…vaise do saal pahale jab aayi thi dasvain main padahti thi tabhi gadara rahi thi…abhi kitane bade bade mera matalab …kya size hai usaki…”
He was non plussed. He dare not refuse answer to mom…and I prodded him,
“ are bata do naa isame sharamane ki kya baat hai…are uski bra ka number hi to pocch rahin hai …ye thod kah rahi hain ki tum uski dabate ho…bata do ..”
,
( and the reason for his discomfort was that he knew and he could not lie that he did not know. Actually …as it was planned that after the mom will leave we will go to his maiika and I suggested that we must carry some cloths for everybody as is customary and he gladly agreed. But then I told him that for Guddi we must know the correct size as I think we should shop for proper lingerie too. Before could think or try to get out of it I rang her up. My another desire was that their was very hot bonhomie till early days of my marriage but I cooled and I wanted to rekindle it. After a few pleasantries I told my naand, dekh tujahse baat kaarne ke liye koi baoot betab ho raha hai hai aur hann ….unhe tuumse vo koi svaal bhi pochenge…bata dena sahi sahi. Ekdam bahbahi hans ke vo boli and I gave phone to him. Accah to main kictehn main chal rahi hun kdhahai jal rahi ho gai…I said loudly but was very much there and also pressed speaker phone….she was chirping, eager to talk but he was bit hesitant. Soon he too warmed up. I whispered in his ear…pooch naa…kya size hai usaki…”
“ Sun yaar I want to bring some dresses…for you…he asked haltingly.
“ sure sure neki aur pocch pooch….main to kahane hi vaali thi….” Badi shokh aada main vo boli.
“ to jara apani size batao na …aur kaun si ….”
Now he too has started warming up.
“unhh…bhaiya…last time rakhi pe to aap laye the ..bas almost vahi…aur ekdam hot hot…yahan to sab vaisi hi milati hain…poorane style ki…”
“chinal garam ho rahi hai…I thought but I pestered him to ask directly.
“ haan…vo to par…mujhe uski nahin uski …u know what I mean…”
“ boliye naa bhaiya saaf saaf….mujhe kya maloom….” Salli sab janati thi par nakhade se vo boli.
“ aare vahi…he was fumbling..dress ke sath…andar…I mean under …bra…ki” he blurted.
“ bhiaya…aap kya pooch rahe hain…koi apani…ye sab poochata hai….” She was pretending to be coy.
“ bolo naa…” he persisted.
“ dhat mujhe sharam …nahi bataungi…aacha ap nadaz laga lijiye…” she was blushing but wanted to continue.
“ andaz main kaise manlo…galat ho jai…”
he too was now teasing her.
“ aare abde sidhe abn rahe hain jais emain janati nahin aapko …yaad hai apaki shadi main…jo apane gusee kaiya tha…vahi nikala than a…30…”
she was hotting up.
“ par tabase to do saal …tum aur badi ho…” he was coaxing her.”
“ saaf saaff kyon nahi kahate ki aur…do number badha gya hai..”
“ to 32…”
“ naa 32 C …aur pink colour….aa rahi hun main she told somebody calling her hand kept the phone down.)
Reverie of that conversation was hovering over both of us so when I prodded him he admitted to mom,
“32 C mummy …”
“ aare ah tab to bade mast joabn ho gaye hain teri us chinal ….ke ab to khoob khool ke dabavati misvati hogi….hain na…sun aisa karo…abaki tum use 10-5 din ke liye maire gaon bhej do…hain na uska bhi thoda man badal jayega aur…” she asked.
“ ekdam mummy…aur abaki jab ham inake maiake jayenge na…to I was thinking to bring her with us. Kyon theek hai naa…are mummy ne ek cheez to kahi aane ke bad”
I was forcing him to commit but he remained silent.
And mom just put her hand on his shoulder. Now blouse got pulled up and her bhare bahre badi mast chatiyan could be almost seen under translucent blouse. Now I realized she was wearing a half cup bra just for support. But his eyes were glued to her arm pits which had a strong aroma. Mom continued her attack,
“ hey are see now somebody will use her…do you think ki usaki mast …and yes you have the first right so …let her stay some time with you. You all three enjoy and then…send her are usake bade divaane hain teri sasusarll main bhi…aur main usako jara rahan sahan chalaa phirna…sab sikha dungi”
“ aur kya mummy aaj kal gaane aur arahar ke khet bhi khade honge gaaon main to maje hi maje hain…”
I also added and goaded , bolo naa.
“ theek hai mummy…” as his gaze wandered to upper part of her boobs now clearly visible. When he came back after keeping the plate, mom wanted to award him for his acceptance.
He dekh jara…some tickling kuch chunchuna raha hai…and she raised her arm pit.
He made his face very close.
Her arms were really beautiful and now those hairs…it was a strange overpowering smell….
Thoda pass se dekho naa…I also hinted and he pressed his face almost close to arm pits.
Some sweat is there mummy, he told.
To saaf kar do na we both said in unison and when he raised his hand I forbid,
“are vahi isi haath se khana banoage…why don’t you use lips now they have become expert in cleaning everywhere, I said and mom smiled.
It was too much for him and he pressed his greedy hungry lips to her sweety smelly hairy armpits as if there is no tomoorow.
He took a sniff and then another and kissed it heartily. it was followed by a small lick starting from arm and terminating in arm pits and after that…lick after lick…he was salivating , kissing licking enjoying it.
He took a sniff and then another and kissed it heartily . it was followed by a small lick starting from arm and terminating in arm pits and after that…lick after lick…he was salivating , kissing licking enjoying it.
Mom covered him with quilt and pressed her arm closely. Now her arm was over him and his head was squashed in her arm pit. But the sound emanating from there that he is enjoying every bit of it, licking, kissing, and sucking juices from her hairy succulent flashy armpit. Mom was goading him further and guided his hand to her boob over the blouse.
Gingerly he kept it there but mom pressed it teasing,
“ are teri mummy ke bhi to aise hi…samajho usi ke pakade ho…kyon kaisa lag raha hai ….hai naa majedar rasbahara….”
I could see his hands barely touching pressing and as if it was not enough, mom’s feet too came into action. She knew how much he adores her feet and slowly she lifted his petticoat and started caressing his dick with her feet. It was her red colour painted big toe and then …she caught it between her feet and slowly started massaging it. His prick was already hard but she was unrelenting. Face getting squashed in her moist, hairy, luscious armpit his hand hovering over touching cupping her 36dd ample, firm boobs barely covered under blouse and now her feet. She kept teasing his prick, rubbing place between his fully aroused cock and balls, and then with both feet together slowly she removed skin form his cock head and one toe with toe ring was just teasing pressing his naked bulbous fully aroused supara and other went behind his rear and her toe straight went to his gaand and started teasing there. He was so keyed up, so aroused, he was moaning writhing and now his hands had grabbed the boobs. She pressed his hand further on her boobs and taunted,
“ le le…acaha bol bhejega naa apani bahan ko maire pass…bol …madarc..”
Sound which came out from under the armpit can only be said affirmative.
“ Le le…daba kas kas ke…apani mummy ka doodh…are hichakata kyon hai…teri mummy sabse dabavati hai…taire maama se …galli ke…bol dabayegaa naa uskai are bahot maja ayega usko bhi aur tujhko bhi…pahale dabana, phir ..kas kas ke dudhdu pina jaise bcapan main paite the naa…”
And now she was rubbing his cock with full speed between her two gore gore feet. Chime of bells of her silver anklet indicating that how moment is reaching its crescendo and when there is slightest doubt of him reaching climax …she will slow down without taking a pause…and then again start rubbing with renewed gusto. I was feeling proud as my efforts …massaging it with shilajit and sande ka tail has made it so strong that with so much arousal it was hard like lohe ka khamaba. Mom had added verbal invectives too to arouse him…
“ madarchod…bol…teri maan kaa bhonsada…bol lega maja usake bhosade ka…bahoot ras hoga…haramn ka jana randi ka poot…saalla, bahan ka bhandua….”
And this barrage of gaalis added with her foot massage for more than 10 minutes…she knew that he is just on the verge of …and she left him like that, without release and moved to her room saying,
“ ok I think now I will unpack and get fresh.”
Poor he…he was writhing, wriggling…
I took pity lifted the quilt and grabbed his fully hard Lund and started massaging it.
“ bahoot kas ke kahda hai …ab kya karoge…main bataun…jo meri chinal naand hain naa ari vahi teri hone valli rakahil Guddi salli, chootamarano…bas ye usaki kachi choot main pail do …theek rahega na..socho naa..teri us pyari bahan ki uthi hui tange …phailai hui gori gori jaanghe…aur uske bich..uski kachi…kamsin kishor tight choot main…kachakcah ke jate hua Lund…”
and with those words…I increased my tempo. His supara was still unsheathed and my index finger was gently tapping there. I further teased… “ to bol haan…jab main tumko taire maikae le juangi to…isse ghusaiayga naa uski kasi kasi phuddi main…hans hans ke ghontegi teri bahna apani choot main…”
Mom covered him with quilt and pressed her arm closely. Now her arm was over him and his head was squashed in her arm pit. But the sound emanating from there that he is enjoying every bit of it, licking, kissing, and sucking juices from her hairy succulent flashy armpit. Mom was goading him further and guided his hand to her boob over the blouse.
Gingerly he kept it there but mom pressed it teasing,
“ are teri mummy ke bhi to aise hi…samajho usi ke pakade ho…kyon kaisa lag raha hai ….hai naa majedar rasbahara….”
I could see his hands barely touching pressing and as if it was not enough, mom’s feet too came into action. She knew how much he adores her feet and slowly she lifted his petticoat and started caressing his dick with her feet. It was her red colour painted big toe and then …she caught it between her feet and slowly started massaging it. His prick was already hard but she was unrelenting. Face getting squashed in her moist, hairy, luscious armpit his hand hovering over touching cupping her 36dd ample, firm boobs barely covered under blouse and now her feet. She kept teasing his prick, rubbing place between his fully aroused cock and balls, and then with both feet together slowly she removed skin form his cock head and one toe with toe ring was just teasing pressing his naked bulbous fully aroused supara and other went behind his rear and her toe straight went to his gaand and started teasing there. He was so keyed up, so aroused, he was moaning writhing and now his hands had grabbed the boobs. She pressed his hand further on her boobs and taunted,
“ le le…acaha bol bhejega naa apani bahan ko maire pass…bol …madarc..”
Sound which came out from under the armpit can only be said affirmative.
“ Le le…daba kas kas ke…apani mummy ka doodh…are hichakata kyon hai…teri mummy sabse dabavati hai…taire maama se …galli ke…bol dabayegaa naa uskai are bahot maja ayega usko bhi aur tujhko bhi…pahale dabana, phir ..kas kas ke dudhdu pina jaise bcapan main paite the naa…”
And now she was rubbing his cock with full speed between her two gore gore feet. Chime of bells of her silver anklet indicating that how moment is reaching its crescendo and when there is slightest doubt of him reaching climax …she will slow down without taking a pause…and then again start rubbing with renewed gusto. I was feeling proud as my efforts …massaging it with shilajit and sande ka tail has made it so strong that with so much arousal it was hard like lohe ka khamaba. Mom had added verbal invectives too to arouse him…
“ madarchod…bol…teri maan kaa bhonsada…bol lega maja usake bhosade ka…bahoot ras hoga…haramn ka jana randi ka poot…saalla, bahan ka bhandua….”
And this barrage of gaalis added with her foot massage for more than 10 minutes…she knew that he is just on the verge of …and she left him like that, without release and moved to her room saying,
“ ok I think now I will unpack and get fresh.”
Poor he…he was writhing, wriggling…
I took pity lifted the quilt and grabbed his fully hard Lund and started massaging it.
“ bahoot kas ke kahda hai …ab kya karoge…main bataun…jo meri chinal naand hain naa ari vahi teri hone valli rakahil Guddi salli, chootamarano…bas ye usaki kachi choot main pail do …theek rahega na..socho naa..teri us pyari bahan ki uthi hui tange …phailai hui gori gori jaanghe…aur uske bich..uski kachi…kamsin kishor tight choot main…kachakcah ke jate hua Lund…”
and with those words…I increased my tempo. His supara was still unsheathed and my index finger was gently tapping there. I further teased… “ to bol haan…jab main tumko taire maikae le juangi to…isse ghusaiayga naa uski kasi kasi phuddi main…hans hans ke ghontegi teri bahna apani choot main…”
and with two fingers I squeezed his supara. There was a drop of pre cum. My long pointed nail entered in his peephole and teased, while other finger pressed his gaand ka hole…number of drops of pre cum came out. I touched it with tip of my index finger, licked it showing him naughtily and got up.
Vow I said enjoying the taste.
Mom was calling.
Hey chal naa mummy bula rahai hain ..
and dragged him to the room which he had prepared for her.
Vow I said enjoying the taste.
Mom was calling.
Hey chal naa mummy bula rahai hain ..
and dragged him to the room which he had prepared for her.
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