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.
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.
”I got a chill up to my spine as I heard those words. I need you so much”Then she switched the light off and said that she will make all the arrangements tomorrow. I pressed them nicely and a soft moan escaped my mother’s lips. She came close to me and said.“This is the same sari which I wore when I married your father.
Her nipple was unusually long and must have been more than an inch and seems like two clitorises on fire. I took a good look at them and then took one of her erect nipple in my mouth and gave it a sweet bite with my teeth. My mouth drew down and I kissed and licked my mother’s flat hairless bellybutton.
The whole room was filled of sex sounds as I lowered my face to kiss my mother’s hungry cunt over her designer panties. The beautiful red lacy panties had a floral pattern on it much like the panties in that French movie I saw or like those sexy panties of his wife =those sexy purple, hot red, naughty flowery black and motherly torn brownish by looking at her panties, I remembered my days of masturbation after seeing those panties and sometimes even getting a few of motherly breasts of my neighbor’s wife.
I could even make out her panty line from behind when she used to sleep.