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.
I felt sorry for all this and still I told her that I couldn’t live without her. I could not hold myself and placed my hands on her chuchies. Wait till we are married”And we slept in each others arms, feeling so close that I came twice that night. This temple was famous for incestuous and unholy practices of marriage and it also had a few devadasis. And who were all these people my mother had gathered to witness the tying of our unholy incestuous knot.
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.
Time has come for you to enter a new relationship with your mother. As I inched closer to her, I could smell her sweaty body mixed with perfume and sweat. You are not only my pati now but you are also my choot ka pati (my pussy husband)”I couldn’t control anymore and kissed her pussy for the first time. It appeared my lovely mother didn’t quite get a fuck.
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.
My mother took it in her hand and rubbed it for some time.“O son! She came like a flood and I licked every single drop my mother’s tastiest juice. Then I went back to her face and kissed it for what seemed an eternity with my lips smeared in her cup, our tongues swirled in each other while my hands tweaked her nipples making them sore and red and she moaned in pleasure.“O my lovely son! You are going to kill your momma with your love-making skills. I quickly latched on to one of her nipples and to my utter pleasure it was leaking with milk now.
O my holy god, my mother jumped with gay abandon as is sucked her leading milk pots.