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She was still dressed in her bridal jewelry and a golden chain fell over her tummy.
Then she lifted her saree without removing it up to her thighs.
She instead pushed me back and said how I could even think about it. You can’t do all those things with me without getting married. I went up to her, took her hand in mine and kissed her lightly on her forehead on her bindi and said “o mother! I slept next to her and could see her beautiful breasts heaving with breath. After a little cusping and kneading she said.“O my son, my lover! She came at the afternoon and told me to get ready. She dresses up in a sleeveless noodle blouse and came back in a firing blazing red wedding sari. Only the blouse is different.”I put my arms around her and kissed her cheek, “o mother I love you so much”We then hurried from the home as she got a taxi and asked the driver to go to the suthakaami temple.
I kissed my mother’s milky thighs and licked them to my delight.
My mother was now kneading her breasts and moaning heaving.
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.