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Come my husband take your ravishing bride and start a family with me so that I may mate with you my handsome son, show mommy how much you love her”O mommy I love u so much Yes my baby. She had little hair on legs and at the back of her arms which added her sex appeal. Her pussy looked so fresh and pink that I had to look at her face while this wonderful pussy really belongs to my mother.I looked at her and she took my hands to her shapely chuchies where nipples had grown harder than nuts and pinched one of her nipples. She needs all your love for ever” and she bent forward and kisses my earlobe. I sucked my favorite hole in the world for a long time while my mother moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. Let mommy ride your land now that she is your wife.”Then she came on top of me and took my whole cock in her pussy and started jumping. This was my first time in my life to stay with my parents. She often wears designer bras which are usually pink in color. As it was summers in north India, the heat grew worse and my father came home with an A. My mother came to the room and bolted it from inside. I went up to her and took her in my arms and planted a kiss on her lips. My mother walked in front and I followed her as we circled the holy fire which burnt all other bonds we had. After rounds of fire, people threw flowers on the newly married couple and exchanged greetings. Her two beautiful breasts fell out as I looked at my own mother looking so sexy and beautiful. While rubbing my hand on one of her chuchies I ate the other one, nibbles at the teats and even tried to take her full booby in my mouth. This time it is a true story of real love and lust between a mother and son which happened in India. So read carefully because there might be another mommy lurking in the corner for you. I was just out of class tenth and so far I had studied in a boarding school. Her chochies r not that big but they are shapely and inviting. My stepbrother vijay and sister mannu were sleeping in the other room. The room was so tidy and clean, and it looked like the newly weds room oozing with sexiness and waiting for a fuck. The pundit got up and told us to take seven rounds of holy fire. We started necking while my hands had pulled out her blouse and were opening the hook of her designer bra.I brought my hands to her velvety ass and slapped it a few times.My mother grunted and groaned like a newly married girl while her fat ass shuddered in my crotch. My erect cock wedged deep into the inner recesses of her vagina.While my other hand touched the forbidden fruit of my mother and she gasped in my arms.“O my son, my new husband, my boyfriend, I love you so much. She was still dressed in her jewels but she quickly removed my shirt and below. In a moment she went stiff and uttered obscenities and went limp in my arms. A chill up to my spine ran up as soon as I realized that it was my own mother jumping on my cock.I was standing in just silk underwear with my cock making a pole in it. Time has come to insult your mother with your prick. I knew she was having an orgasm and I bit the clit real hard thrusting 3 fingers inside my mother’s lovely pussy. My mother had taken the entire cock in her pussy and her breasts jiggled on my face.
Then she lifted her saree without removing it up to her thighs.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.As I sniffed my mother’s hidden heavenly floral glory, I saw her looking at me with pure lust and she bit her lip. 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.