Sujata, My Mother & My Wife

[desiaks]

"Honey look at this" She opened her palm and raised it up to my chest.

There was a "magal sutra" a scared necklace which every married Hindu woman should wear and a small box. I wonder what was in that box. She opened the box. It was containing "sindhur" (vermilion, blood-red powder) which most married Hindu woman would put in their head where their hair parted.

"Mohan you married me but you never made me your wife."

"Ma I always ...."

"Shhhh" she kept her finger over my lips.

"You must tie this mangal sutra around my neck and put this sindhur in my hair. For me this will be your acceptance of me as your wife."

I picked up the mangal sutra and tied it around her neck. She was looking lovingly in my eyes. I tried to kiss her but she kept her finger on my lips. Then I picked the box from her hand and picked up some sindhur from it and put it in her hair where they parted. She had closed her eyes with joy when I was putting sindhur in her hair. I then kept the box on the dressing table. I pulled her towards me by placing my arms around her waist. She opened her eyes and raised her chin to offer her lips to me. I pulled her further towards me to which she responded by putting her arms around my neck and resting her soft and voluptuous breasts against my chest. She moaned with pleasure as I pressed her bottom with one hand and pushed her shoulders towards me forcing her breasts towards my chest. I slowly kissed her lips and she responded by slipping her tongue in my mouth. Our breathing increased and we both were now ready to mate.

"Ma you look so beautiful in this sari"

"Oh honey that's my wedding sari. This is only the second time I am wearing it"

"So where was it all these years."

"May be it was waiting for today." She said naughtily.

I lifted her in my arms and placed her on the bed and I slowly crawled towards her. I moved on top of her. I was on my all four limbs and she was in between them. I placed my hands on her shoulder and slowly moved them down towards her breasts. I placed my palm over them. I was now moving my palms over her breasts in a circular motion amused by their voluptuousness.

"Ma I love them. They are so beautiful and big"

"They are for you honey."

I bent down and dipped my face between her breasts and rubbed my face against them. She moaned with pleasure. My dick was gathering blood from my body as it started to rise. My mom's breathing had increased and she was closing her eyes.

"Mohan won't you unwrap me?"

"Oh ma I can't remove your sari, it looks so beautiful on you."

To this, she pulled me towards her and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I removed it off my body. She started moving her hands over my chest and my shoulders. She obviously looked proud as I was her own creation.

"Mohan remove my sari now I have removed your shirt"

I slowly pulled her sari off her body. Her magnificent breasts were moving up and down in her blouse with her every breath. Her see through blouse was short sleeved and very tight. It was clinging to her bra giving her breasts a shape of two small mountains on a plain ground. I again did my favourite act of burying my face in them and then rubbing it against them. This had a desired effect on her sending waves of ecstasy in her body. She was now moaning and twisting. I loved to see her that way as I always felt proud to give her this pleasure. Her breathing turned heavy and her breasts were moving up and down rapidly as if some caged birds were waiting to be released.