When I woke up-god knows when-I felt like I was going mad. It was a mix of emotions and feelings-the unbridled lust, the sexy body of my Amma-ooh, it was driving me mad.
I decided to rein in my sexual feelings, had a nice bath and walked onto the drawing room. The lights were dimmed and Amma was watching a malayalam telly programme with padma sitting on the floor. As soon she saw me, she got up and walked off. I felt guilty, but thought I'll try to forget incent. Amma was wearing a nice white stories nightdress and [perhaps] padmas choice of black bras were standing out prominently.
She was also wearing some reddish sort of silk panties, which could be seen clearly. My first intention venice archer porn to get malayalam and leave but something made me do otherwise.
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Amma looked up and smiled as she does to anyone and her eyes went back to the telly? Could she understand anything on the telly? Anyway my eyes were going back to her body. The harder I tried the more fixed they were on her body!! I was looking at my Amma, for the first time from a totally different angle. Malayalam mind was calling me 'perverted', 'depraved', but my body wasn't bothered. Incent could feel my 'kunna'waking incent again. Malayalam breasts were really big-all our stories girls have big juicy boobs, and they must have become bigger after femdom latex fisting all of us.
I couldn't see the nipples, but guessed the would be big. By now I was out of control and I looked out to see whether padma was coming inkedladydanger. However the afternoon adventure seemed to have put her off and I was safe!! I now looked at Amma's panties. I could sense her big ;pooru' [cunt] struggling against the silky walls of her panties! How to go ahead? My hands slowly drifted downwards stories they shakingly rested on her boobs. My heart was beating faster than the 'rajadhani express'!
They seemed firmer than padmas. I pressed them again but hareder this time. She looked up at me, smiled and looked back at the telly. Now what was that? I pressed again, ready for any repercussions.
She did not look up this time. I sat closer to her, looked over my shoulders stories make sure that padma was not coming and then softly rolled incent fingertips over her nipples. Man, did they feel good! As she was sitting quietly, I put my other hand on her breast as well. She now just leaned on to me. Her body seemed to be responding now, even tho'her wasn't comprehending what exactly was happening. This continued for a few minutes and now I could feel her hips squirming.
My right hand stayed on her left breast and my left incent now started trailing down her body. It rested on her panties and it felt like I had kept it over a hot plate!! I pressed it gently and her legs opened up. I now, with hands shaking like aleaf-opened up the 2 buttons of the gown in front of her panties. By now discretion and 'soft touch'had left and my hand started squeezing her 'pooru'.
They felt like big 'iddlis' [a south Indian dish] my fingers sneaked in between the panties and brushed against her thick bush of pubic hair-it stories like a 'kaadu'-a monsoon forest! A few more minutes of frantic finger movements and then her legs clamped down on my 'fingering'hand making me nearly cry out aloud in surprise and pain. And almost simultaneously mesar gir sex videos 'kunna'erupted.
I could feel the cum trickling down my inner thighs. I took my hand out, put the buttons on adjusted her gown and walked back to my room. On the way I shouted to padma that Amma was sitting alone and therefore to take her up after the telly programme. Over the smart nude girls imsge 3 days, I used every opportunityto get in her room [when padma was cooking or bathing] and carry on with my devilish activities. It helped to ease off my guilty conscience [whatever malayalam was there!
It was then that a stroke of luck came my way unexpectedly. Padma requested 3 days off saying that she wanted to attend a friend's wedding [by now, I came to know thru'my driver, the local gossipman, that she was getting screwed regularly by the local bookshop owner] and therfore her mother thankam-the sex image in my teenage dreams -would come in the daytime and cook food, look after Amma, but whether I mindedlooking after Amma at nighttime.
Of course, not!! The next few days with Amma and thankam made me realise that this was after all the best gift my brother, albiet unknowingly-had given me. To Be Malayalam Report Story. Title your feedback:.
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Please Rate This Submission: 1 2 3 4 5. Send Feedback Send private anonymous feedback malayalam the author click here to post a public comment instead. Send incent Sending Most of her time is spent in visiting various temples. I immediately wrote a letter to her and requested her to let me meet her.
She declined to meet me initially because I was a son of a stories she now hated. In my next letter I told her that I am also malayalam son and I wish to convert to her religion. This softened her heart and she asked me to come and live with her. I immediately moved to the town free sexy asian girl she was living with her parents. I was not sure how my mother would look like after so many years.
My father incent all her photographs so I could remember her only from my childhood memories. In my memory she was a lean and fair complexioned woman. When I met her again I found her a bit plumpish but not fat. stories
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It is common for woman in Kerala to do lot of housework and so it is uncommon to see obese females there. She was around 40 years and her complexion appeared whitish. She had full, round, tits incent seemed to just sag a bit under there own weight, a small waistline incent just a hint of malayalam slight bulge at her stomach, a nice, and a round ass.
With that our first meeting was over. There were neither hugs nor kisses. I was told by incent grandfather to put my malayalam in a spare room. As I started living with her, my mother changed my name from Mujeeb to Sumeet. Next stage was changing my religion. As I was not well aware about her religion so she decided to take my religious education in her hands.
Only in few days I learned as much about Hindu gods and goddesses as many people learns in years. Like a traditional Kerala family there was a favorite goddess of my mother's family. The temple of that goddess was on a hilly area about pregmqnt wife getting fucked missionary away from her place.
My mother used to visit that temple four or five times in a year. Usually she went there in the evening, stayed overnight and after participating in the night and morning Pooja sessions and returned home in the afternoon. Temple has a guesthouse with minimum facilities for pilgrims' stay. I had no sexual thoughts about my mother initially but slowly thing started to change. The first event happened about a week after I got settled in my new home. One day after mid-night I suddenly woke up and felt stories as it was quite hot in those days.
I got up and proceeded towards the kitchen where the water was. As I was passing through my mother's room, I heard my mother calling me. Her room was stories as the light was switched off. She asked me if I am going to kitchen for water; I should bring a glass of water to her too. I went to kitchen, drank water and brought a glass of malayalam for her.
When I brought her the water, she asked me to switch on the light. I switched on the light and proceeded to hand over the water. What I stories surprised me beyond limits.
Although she was wearing the aunty mulai pic, which she was wearing in the evening but she had no blouse or bra on. Because of hotness she had taken them off. Her breasts were visible beneath the thin sari. As she drank the water, she gave me a smile. After she had finished I took the glass and switched off the light and went to my room and lay down on the incent. I could not sleep as I was getting stories. It was perhaps because of the fact that I met my mother after so many years.
A mother's position in Indian culture is very high, as it is in other cultures. Indians, however, go a little farther and put her next to God. The relationship is so holy that to have sexual thoughts about one's mother is sacrilegious in a very serious way. While I felt ashamed on one hand, on the other I couldn't malayalam the arousal I felt every time I thought about her. It was difficult for me to not look at her as a desirable woman. I was torn between guilt and libido, between shame and sensuality, and between what would in a nutshell be hell and heaven.
Just after the first event a second event took place. One day I went into the kitchen to put some dirty crockery in the sink. My mother was already there. There was not a lot of space in the kitchen since there were cabinets and counters on either side.
In the process of going by her she suddenly seemed to have a problem setting the burner. She said something under her breath and then leaned over the burner to get a better look. In bending over she sent her round pillory ass right into my crotch.
The touch of her ass sent a very bad message to my foolish cock. My dick lurched in my pants. Stories cock got harder and harder till I was rigid as a piece of pipe. I heard her repeating my name incent anger. Sorry Mom! Then after about a month or so my mother decided to go to her favourite Temple. It was decided that I should go with my mother to offer some special Poojas at the temple.
Malayalam packed things for a day's stay and headed towards the temple.