Romance My experience with love [Completed]

[avsji]

Kajal said as she started to unbutton her blouse, “Idhar aa meri bachchi, apni Ma ka dudhoo pi kar mera aasheervad le le aur mujhe apni Ma hone ka sukh de de (Come here my child… come and suckle my breasts and take my blessings and give me the pleasure of being your mother)!”

Kajal asked as she let out her breasts. What an amazing role reversal it had turned out to be! Sunil smiled at Kajal’s love. He had often wondered how she would take his suggestion of having Ma as his wife, but now obviously there was no need to worry about it. She had already accepted Ma as her bahu, her daughter in law! So, he now only had to worry about whether I would object to their relationship.

Kajal was offering my mother the ultimate form of a mother’s blessings and she gratefully accepted them. For a very long time, I had received nourishment from Kajal’s breasts… now, it was Ma’s opportunity to receive, if not nourishment, her blessings. Ma would happily settle for the later. She started to suckle.

“Oh meri bachchi… tu to bhool hi gai hogi dudhoo peena (Oh my child… she must have forgotten all about how to suckle).”

Indeed, she had forgotten all about it. For longest time, she had only fed others. She herself was not breastfed after she had turned about two years old! Now Kajal had assumed the role of her new mother and was willing to love her as her own daughter. It was big change from how Ma tried to become everyone’s mother. She was now someone else’s daughter. She welcomed and embraced this change and enjoyed suckling from Kajal.

“Koi baat nahi (It is no matter) … Chuchi ke sath thoda aur munh me lo aur chooso (Not only the nipple… have some more of my breast in your mouth and suck on it) … haan… aise hi (Yes… just like that) …. Haan meri bachchi, aise hi… haan… pi le (Yes my child… just like that… yes… suckle) … tera jab man ho, main pilaoongi tujhe (whenever you desire, I will suckle you) …” Kajal continued to soothingly encourage Ma.

Ma continued to suckle. She felt rejuvenated. She felt different. She felt younger. Her life had suddenly taken a completely different turn, and she was very happy that it did. Being an ‘elder’ in the household had been a role that she had enjoyed for a long time, but it had been much of a burden. It was a bigger burden after Dad had passed away. Ma was relieved to get rid of that burden. Suddenly she was cast in a younger role and it was fun!

While Ma suckled, Kajal complained about the ‘simple’ clothes that she had worn,

“Suman, ye kaisa sada sada kapda pehna hua hai tune (Why are you wearing such plain clothes)?” she said adding, “Tu ab suhagin hai(You are now a married woman). Sundar sundar, rangeen rangeen kapde pehen (Start wearing beautiful and colorful clothes). Khoob jewar pehen (And a lot of jewelries).”

Kajal said and started to remove Ma’s saree. Ma did not say anything then, but when she started to unbutton Ma’s blouse, Ma stopped suckling and asked,

“Amma?” Ma was confused.

“Arre, tu doodh pi na bitiya (You just focus on suckling) … ye saade kapde utaar kar tujhe Dulhan ki tarah sajaoongi aaj (I will remove these plain clothes and adorn you like a new bride today)! Tu doodh pi bitiya raani (You continue to suckle).”

Kajal said affectionately as she continued to strip Ma off her clothes. Sunil was amusingly watching the whole action. Kajal was now behaving how Ma often behaved earlier. But it was a good change. It will give his beloved Suman a break from being the eldest one in this family and make her feel young again!

“Tu khada khada kya kar raha hai (What are you doing standing idle)?”

Sunil could not say anything.

Kajal showered blessing on the new couple, “Tum dono bachchon hamesha khoob khush raho (My children… I will that you stay happy always) … swasth raho (healthy always) … aur jaldi se mujhe ek sundar se pote ya poti ka munh dikha do (and soon give me the happiness of being a grandmother) …”

“Very soon, Amma… very soon.” Sunil promised.

Ma reddened with shame, so she buried her face in Kajal’s bosoms. It was another thing that Kajal had by now stripped her down to her undergarments.

“Sunil, go and arrange the lunch. I will feed my daughter with my own hand today and will then adorn her!”

When Sunil left, Kajal stripped Ma completely naked and said, “Chalo… abhi hum sabhi khana kha lete hain (Come… let us all eat our lunch together) … fir main apni Bahu ko dulhan ki tarah saja kar laati hoon (Then I will adorn my Bahu like a new bride).”

When Ma and Kajal entered the dining hall, Kajal too had divested herself off most of her clothes. She was wearing only her petticoat. Abha, my daughter, felt funny to see her grandmothers naked like that. But kids do not have much sense of adult sensibilities. They all had lunch together like a very happy and strong family. Kajal was beaming. Sunil was beaming. Ma too was beaming, but she was shy as well. It was going to be an interesting day for all of us.

Ma somehow finished her lunch. It was tasty, but she felt a bit different. She was very excited and a bit apprehensive. All this was something very new and unknown to her. She was not sure how I was going to react. It was a massive readjustment in our relationships with each other. After the lunch was over, Kajal instructed Sunil to look after Abha, and to give food to Latika when she returned from school. Having said that she and Ma disappeared inside Ma’s room with her hands full of colorful silk sarees, petticoats, and matching blouses. They would emerge much later!

 

[avsji]

****

When I received a call from Kajal, I was a bit surprised. She never phoned me before 5pm. Looking at my phone, several thoughts emerged in my mind… was everything okay; is there any emergency; etc. Brain works in a funny way. The first thoughts when something out of routine happens are those of dread.

But I was relieved when I heard her excited and happy voice.

“Jaldi se aa jao. Bahut zaroori kaam hai (Come back soon. It is very important).” She said, without letting anything.

“Bahut zaroori (Very important)?”

“Sabse zaroori. Bas aa jao (Most important. Just come over as soon as possible).”


****


After calling me to return from my work as soon as possible, Kajal focused on decorating Ma. She was still sitting naked. She somehow felt very nice that someone else had taken over the role of her elder and was treating her with so much fondness and tenderness. She needed it.

Both Ma and Kajal matched in their many physical aspects. But with the third baby, Kajal’s breasts had grown bigger than Ma’s. Later, she continued to breastfeed Sunil and Latika. Ma had made sure that the children got enough of it, as she had seen how feeding me used to calm me down and perform better during exams. She wanted that Sunil too benefited similarly, so Kajal followed suit. Both women were medium built. But the real difference came because Ma used to religiously follow physical exercise in the form of brisk walking, yoga and stretching. Kajal relied more on laborious work and diet. As a result, for the same body type, Ma was stronger than Kajal.

Kajal opened Ma’s legs. She liked what she saw. Ma looked much more youthful than her own age, and Kajal herself!

“Bahut sundar (Very beautiful)!” she admired. Ma hid her face behind her palms.

“Bahu raani, aise mat sharmao (My Bahu, don’t be shy). Ab to main tumhare saath bachchi jaisa hi bartaav karoongi (From now on, I will treat you like a child). Ab ye tumhare khush rehne, aur hasne-khelne ke din hain (These are now yours to have fun).”

Kajal assured her and then noticing her thick pubic bush she added,

“Suman bitiya, abhi ke liye to theek hai, lekin shadi ke pehle, yahan ke baal saf karwa le (Suman… it is okay for now, but before wedding, let’s get your vagina waxed) … itni sundar si choot hai teri… usko dikhne de (You have such a beautiful vulva… let it show). Sunil ko bahut achchha lagega (Sunil will love it).” She added winking at her.

Ma gave a radiant yet shy smiled and nodded in agreement.

“Abhi main inko kainchi se kaat kar thoda chhota kar deti hoon (For now, I will trim them using scissors). Theek hai (Okay)?”

Ma was finally like a little girl, who just wanted to have fun of life. Finally, she was like in a fairytale, living and enjoying it the way she wanted. Finally, she was the one who enjoyed such freedoms, and not the one who did it for others. Kajal trimmed her pubic bush and when it was done, Ma felt pleased. Sunil would see her again tonight and it would be a surprise for him!

Then Kajal started to adorn Ma with a beautiful red colored silk saree, which Devyani had purchased, but never worn. It was just there… never worn. There were many such clothes in one of my closets. Kajal then searched for and took out some jewelries from the safe, and decorated Ma. After about one hour, when Ma was fully adorned, she really looked like a newly wedded bride.

When Ma was ready as per Kajal’s satisfaction, she paraded her out of her room towards the common hall. Sunil was sitting there, reading something. He looked at his mother and his future wife, now beautifully decorated in a silk saree and jewelries, entering the hall. He really gawked at her like a stupid person, with his mouth open. Ma looked at least 10 times more beautiful than she looked when she opened door for him in the morning. As a young bride, she must have looked like a fairy!

Latika too was present in the hall. Her expressions were those of delightful surprise. She was curious to know what was happening and why was ‘Ma ji’ was dressed like that. And rather than waiting for any answers, Latika complimented Ma as to how beautiful she looked and that she should always dress like this and always be like this.

Ma shyly smiled at Latika’s compliment.

“Ab se ye aise hi saj dhaj ke rahengi, beta (She will, from now, be decked up like this).” Kajal assured Latika.

Latika was very pleased hearing that, but she was still curious to know what was happening. So finally, Kajal spilled the beans,

“And Latika beta… from now on… don’t address her as ‘Ma ji’… start addressing her as Bou-di (sister-in-law)!”

To claim that Latika’s expressions were priceless is an understatement. She let out a very long squeal of joy! Almost dancing she came near Ma and embraced her in a very tight hug! She was still too young to understand the complicated, interwoven nature of our relationships. She was simply overjoyed to know that she now had a sister-in-law who was known to her.


****

 

[avsji]

That Evening:

I am not the one who was ever against Ma getting remarried. I mean, I am not touchy about this topic. If something could bring her happiness, I was all for that. My shock came from the fact that it was Sunil who proposed to her, and that Ma accepted. My only worry was that I hoped that they had given some deep thought about this relationship and not decided on it in haste. But even if they had decided in haste, even then it was worth pursuing. Ma deserved happiness and if Sunil could give her that, so be it!

The ‘engagement’ ceremony was simple… it included Ma and Sunil exchanging sweets: Ma fed him some sweets and Sunil fed her some sweets. If they had told me beforehand, I would have arranged something better, something more elaborate. Perhaps I would have purchased rings for them to share, in addition to sweets. I did not want anything more than my mother’s happiness.

I could see how happy Ma looked and how happy and proud Sunil looked. I caught them stealing loving glances towards each other. I was not sure how to react, but I felt happy.

‘Hmm… perhaps they have given it some deep thought.’

At one point I caught hold of Sunil and asked him,

“Sunil, I hope you have thought about it?”

“Bhaiya,” he said happily, “First of all, I would like to thank you for blessing this union. And now to answer your question – yes! I have thought about it. Suman (it was the first time he called Ma by her name in front of me and did not hesitate… his voice had the sound of entitlement in it) is the most suitable woman for me! I just hope that I am the most suitable man for her.”

“Well… Sunil… she accepted you. Didn’t she? I guess, you already are the most suitable man for her!” I said sagely and added, “But have you thought about the various consequences? You are what – at least twenty-two or twenty-three years younger than her… imagine, when you are forty, Ma will already be more than sixty. How will that be?”

“Bhaiya, I understand what you are saying. But then sex is not everything in life. I love Suman. I guess that is more important.”

“It is! It is… please take good care of her… she will love you with all her heart.”

“I will, Bhaiya! I will!”

“Good to know, Sunil. I am very happy today! Congratulations! Scotch?”

It was the first time Sunil and I shared alcohol.

****

Finally, there was some happiness returning to my home! We laughed and joked. Ma looked pleased… happy. It was nice to see her constantly smiling after such a long time. I just wanted her to stay that way. As such, I did not think too much about her wedding.

But then Sunil told me that he wanted to take Ma with him when he joined his new workplace. Of course, he would want to do that. Now that they had decided to get married, there was no need to delay it. The easiest way was to get married in a temple and then register the marriage in the court of law. If we waited for court marriage, that would have taken longer, and then Sunil would not be able to take her with him. So, we decided to get them married as soon as possible – hopefully during that week itself. This plan was similar to how Sunil too imagined. They would get married, possibly go for their honeymoon and then he would join at work. It was nice.

Sunil stressed, contrary to Kajal’s disappointment, on a simple wedding ceremony. He only wanted his family and very close friends to attend the wedding. Ma did not have any friends here, and she did not have any fancy expectations. She was happy to support Sunil’s decision. Kajal looked at me for some support for having a grand wedding, but I said that I would rather give all that money to them so that they can have a jumpstart to their marital life. She relented at the reasoning.

Personally, I had lost any ‘personal excitement’ of getting married. I had my daughter… my Devyani’s gift to me… and she was the center of my world now that Ma had found her own support system. While everyone else was thinking about Sunil and Ma and their family together, honestly, I was so emotionally drained and overworked that I did not think of it at all. For me just this fact was enough that Ma was able to overcome her grief and was looking forward to life. I was happy. But honestly, I was not ecstatic like others.

After the dinner, I retired in my room. Kajal came to discuss the wedding and related arrangements, such as post wedding reception and their travel plans etc. Sunil, Ma, and Latika too retired to their respective room. Kajal and I discussed for a long time, and then decided that since it was summer and soon monsoons will start, we could send them to Goa for their honeymoon. It was great place for honeymooners. I had a very close friend, who had a villa in South Goa and would have happily hosted the newly wedded couple. His villa was near a beautiful beach and he would arrange for everything. Goa also fitted the bill because Sunil’s workplace was in a city that was close to Goa.

Even though I had never been to Goa, I was sure that it was the right place. Kajal was beaming. I think any mother would be very happy to think about her son being married and in true sense, moving in to the phase of life that can be called as ‘manhood’. We talked for a long time and when we fell asleep, I was not sure.

****

 

[Ashurocket]

That Evening:

I am not the one who was ever against Ma getting remarried. I mean, I am not touchy about this topic. If something could bring her happiness, I was all for that. My shock came from the fact that it was Sunil who proposed to her, and that Ma accepted. My only worry was that I hoped that they had given some deep thought about this relationship and not decided on it in haste. But even if they had decided in haste, even then it was worth pursuing. Ma deserved happiness and if Sunil could give her that, so be it!

The ‘engagement’ ceremony was simple… it included Ma and Sunil exchanging sweets: Ma fed him some sweets and Sunil fed her some sweets. If they had told me beforehand, I would have arranged something better, something more elaborate. Perhaps I would have purchased rings for them to share, in addition to sweets. I did not want anything more than my mother’s happiness.

I could see how happy Ma looked and how happy and proud Sunil looked. I caught them stealing loving glances towards each other. I was not sure how to react, but I felt happy.

‘Hmm… perhaps they have given it some deep thought.’

At one point I caught hold of Sunil and asked him,

“Sunil, I hope you have thought about it?”

“Bhaiya,” he said happily, “First of all, I would like to thank you for blessing this union. And now to answer your question – yes! I have thought about it. Suman (it was the first time he called Ma by her name in front of me and did not hesitate… his voice had the sound of entitlement in it) is the most suitable woman for me! I just hope that I am the most suitable man for her.”

“Well… Sunil… she accepted you. Didn’t she? I guess, you already are the most suitable man for her!” I said sagely and added, “But have you thought about the various consequences? You are what – at least twenty-two or twenty-three years younger than her… imagine, when you are forty, Ma will already be more than sixty. How will that be?”

“Bhaiya, I understand what you are saying. But then sex is not everything in life. I love Suman. I guess that is more important.”

“It is! It is… please take good care of her… she will love you with all her heart.”

“I will, Bhaiya! I will!”

“Good to know, Sunil. I am very happy today! Congratulations! Scotch?”

It was the first time Sunil and I shared alcohol.

****

Finally, there was some happiness returning to my home! We laughed and joked. Ma looked pleased… happy. It was nice to see her constantly smiling after such a long time. I just wanted her to stay that way. As such, I did not think too much about her wedding.

But then Sunil told me that he wanted to take Ma with him when he joined his new workplace. Of course, he would want to do that. Now that they had decided to get married, there was no need to delay it. The easiest way was to get married in a temple and then register the marriage in the court of law. If we waited for court marriage, that would have taken longer, and then Sunil would not be able to take her with him. So, we decided to get them married as soon as possible – hopefully during that week itself. This plan was similar to how Sunil too imagined. They would get married, possibly go for their honeymoon and then he would join at work. It was nice.

Sunil stressed, contrary to Kajal’s disappointment, on a simple wedding ceremony. He only wanted his family and very close friends to attend the wedding. Ma did not have any friends here, and she did not have any fancy expectations. She was happy to support Sunil’s decision. Kajal looked at me for some support for having a grand wedding, but I said that I would rather give all that money to them so that they can have a jumpstart to their marital life. She relented at the reasoning.

Personally, I had lost any ‘personal excitement’ of getting married. I had my daughter… my Devyani’s gift to me… and she was the center of my world now that Ma had found her own support system. While everyone else was thinking about Sunil and Ma and their family together, honestly, I was so emotionally drained and overworked that I did not think of it at all. For me just this fact was enough that Ma was able to overcome her grief and was looking forward to life. I was happy. But honestly, I was not ecstatic like others.

After the dinner, I retired in my room. Kajal came to discuss the wedding and related arrangements, such as post wedding reception and their travel plans etc. Sunil, Ma, and Latika too retired to their respective room. Kajal and I discussed for a long time, and then decided that since it was summer and soon monsoons will start, we could send them to Goa for their honeymoon. It was great place for honeymooners. I had a very close friend, who had a villa in South Goa and would have happily hosted the newly wedded couple. His villa was near a beautiful beach and he would arrange for everything. Goa also fitted the bill because Sunil’s workplace was in a city that was close to Goa.

Even though I had never been to Goa, I was sure that it was the right place. Kajal was beaming. I think any mother would be very happy to think about her son being married and in true sense, moving in to the phase of life that can be called as ‘manhood’. We talked for a long time and when we fell asleep, I was not sure.

****

Dear avsji Although this is all imaginary addition, still the way you narrated the whole thing. Acceptance of Suman as DIL by Kajal, acceptance of Sunil as husband of mother by Amar and on top of that, the love and caring showered by Kajal on Suman by offering her own breast to feed to Suman. Simply amazing.

Keep coming.

Ashu

 

[avsji]

Dear avsji Although this is all imaginary addition, still the way you narrated the whole thing. Acceptance of Suman as DIL by Kajal, acceptance of Sunil as husband of mother by Amar and on top of that, the love and caring showered by Kajal on Suman by offering her own breast to feed to Suman. Simply amazing.

Keep coming.

Ashu

Thank you... thank you
Even if it is fabrication, it must be enjoyable and must go seamlessly with the original story. That's my motto

 

[avsji]

That night:


Ma waited for Sunil till about 11:30pm in the night. She usually slept by 10pm, so that she could get up early and fresh in the morning for her walking and yoga sessions. But today she was full of anticipation. She felt like a newly wedded bride, who felt excitement about her marital life. She was now full of hope, happiness, excitement and even nervousness. Her nervousness arose from the fact that she was now a newly wedded woman, and her husband expected her to do everything that were expected from a marital life, all over again. If it was limited to looking after him and making love to him, it was fine. But the expectations included having children some thirty years after she had one! And he was determined to have that wish granted. Soon.

‘What would he do next?’

Ma and Sunil had already mated twice, and it had been wonderful experience for her both times. In the first copulation he was on top of her, but in the second copulation, he allowed her to be on top! That was something that she never did! His lovemaking was vigorous and involved. After each session, Ma also felt ‘loved’. She was satisfied. This was going to be great! Thinking about what had happened so far and what would happen next, Ma fell asleep. She had not changed her beautiful saree or removed her jewelries. She just fell asleep while waiting for Sunil to come.

Sunil tip-toed into her room after mid-night. I think he was waiting for Kajal and I to fall asleep. Probably he did not want me to know that he was making love to Ma. Or probably he just wanted to tease Ma with anticipation. Whatever may be the reason, he was very late to reach her room. The whole house was asleep by then and it was quiet. The night lamp in her room was switched on. Ma slept… he could hear the gentle sound of her breathing.

‘Aah… thankfully, she does not snore!’ he thought a bit mischievously.

He quietly sat beside her on a seat and started to admire Ma’s form as she lay in supine position with one of her arms over her forehead. In doing so, one of her breasts had risen a bit and formed a beautiful cleavage in the confines of her blouse.

Sunil marveled at his good luck. When he was younger, he was very shy around Ma. One of the biggest reasons for his shyness was that he had a romantic crush for her. Kajal never stopped admiring Ma. She was always full of praise and eulogy for Ma. That positively impacted his own evaluation of Ma. In her, he started to see an ideal woman. In fact, in many ways, Ma is an ideal woman. She is beautiful: many men would find her sexy. She has amazing figure. She is educated. She is well cultured. She is loving and caring. She is supportive to her husband. She is very healthy and very fit. She had creative interests such as music. What else a man could ask from a woman?

Although during those initial days, Kajal used to address Ma as ‘Ma ji’, their interaction was very much like those of sisters. When Kajal had overcome her initial hesitation, she started to live there with more oneness, more belongingness. Ma too had been very loving and kind to both Sunil and Latika. She treated Latika with so much love that Kajal used to complain that she would overindulge and vitiate her. As Kajal did, Latika too addressed Ma as ‘Ma ji’. But Sunil always had conflicting emotions about Ma - primarily because of his romantic inclination towards her. So, while he addressed Dad as ‘Babu ji’, he never used any relational references for Ma, and rather addressed her as ‘Aap’. But doing this could be often difficult, so he maintained his distance from her. That was way too easy. Then he went off to pursue his higher education.

What an amazing luck!

Yes, it was by sheer misfortune that Ma lost her husband, soon after she lost her beautiful and amazing second daughter-in-law. But at the same time, it was Sunil’s good luck too. Now he was free to romantically pursue her… and romantically pursue her he did, and how! It was his amazing good luck, indeed. He thought about how to propose to Ma, and finally decided to tell her in plain, and simple manner. Being a simple person herself, she would understand. He was right in trusting his gutfeel. Had he opted for those Bollywood styled proposing ideas, he would have failed miserably. It was not his own natural style. He too was a simple person.

What a journey it has been!

Ma respected him and loved him. He was sure that with Ma as his wife, he would be a blessed man! He smiled remembering everything that lead him to this moment. Ma turned out to be way more beautiful than he had earlier imagined. She was nothing like any of those plump, faded out aunties. She was a medium built, rather slim, and strong woman. With just a light makeup, she could look way more younger and way more beautiful than most 30-year-old women! Although she used to dress very conservatively after Babu ji’s demise - always in simple, dull colored sarees and blouse – he decided that he would persuade her to dress in shalwar and kurta at least, if not in the more western attires.

He then noticed Ma’s partially erect nipples gently poking through the soft fabric of her blouse. He smiled.

‘Suman is amazing,’ he thought, ‘if anyone should be called Annapoorna Ma, it should be her. She has given her blessing to everyone in her life - Babu ji, Bhaiya, Gabi Didi, Amma, Devyani Didi, Latika… and now me! Babu ji struggled with finances during the most part of his early married life, and still she managed his home so expertly that he never felt financial pressure. Agreed, they were never rich, but they never struggled with money. Suman never wasted even a single rupee. Then the way she raised Bhaiya, sacrificing her desires in making sure that he achieved what he was set out to achieve. She continued to support him in his major life decisions - his marriage to Gabi Didi and then Devyani Didi. Suman’s role of a fulfilling Annapoorna Ma did not stop there. She even supported Amma and us. She looked after all three of them in some of the most challenging periods in their life. And now me. Now me…! Yes… with her in my life, I am already blessed! I will do everything in my power to keep her happy. I will fulfill all her desires… starting from her oldest one - that is to help her have more children. Then, her beautiful breasts will be full of sweet milk!’

Just a few months ago, he never thought that he could even touch them. His access to her body was only in his dreams. But dreams do come true. He reached out and traced the tips of my index fingers against her nipples. Gently and slowly, he traced the outlines of her breasts: in her sleep, Ma inhaled deeply. Responding to his touch, her nipples now poked a bit more.

‘From now on, only me and my children will exclusively drink her nectar.’

She looked so innocent and pure… just like she was in real life. That is why everyone at home was so worried when she went into depression. Some people should never be subjected to such harsh punishments!

Sunil switched on a small radio stereo set. Ma often played it during the nights to go to sleep. Even if someone hears the music playing from her room, they will think that it was Ma who was listening to it. Sunil was very clever!

‘Do lafzon ki hai, dil ki kahani …’ it played.

A beautiful romantic song! Ma woke up, slowly opening her eyes, and she blushed when she saw Sunil sitting there, and looking at her. Sunil loved the way Ma blushed… he absolutely loved it! This song was from Ma’s youth, and she sure must have loved it. She did.

He reached out his hand, “Mere sath dance karogi (Will you dance with me)?”

 

[avsji]

Ma smiled and blushed. But she wanted to fulfil her husband’s wishes as well, so she stood and came into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder as they slowly moved to the tune of slow romantic music. Sunil was holding Ma close to him, and as her body swayed gently, he could feel her breasts pressed against his chest. For the first little while he kept his hands on her back, one above the other, but slowly he let them drift down, over the swell of her firm buttocks to cup them.

“Dulhaniya?”

“Hmm?”

“Saree ke oopar se theek se feel nahi aata (I can’t fully feel you from above your clothes) …”

“Utaar dijiye (Remove them).”

Sunil gently slipped the saree from her body and let it fall on the ground, away from where they were dancing and swaying. But he let the petticoat stay on her. It was lizzy bizzy material and felt very slick to touch. It really accentuated his feel of Ma’s bottoms. He discovered a new sensation… a very erotic sensation, the feel of her slippery petticoat sliding across her panties. The movement was almost frictionless, allowing his hands to softly caress each sensual buttock. This erotic act woke his penis up from its slumber.

‘Bahon Mein Chale Aao …’ another romantic track started.

Ma murmured something against his chest, while he caressed her, both of them languidly dancing together. Slowly he used his fingers to gather up her petticoat, inch by inch, erotically pulling its hem up. When his hands held her lacy panties covered buttocks, Ma pushed her pelvis into him. Sunil was getting an excruciating erection.

It was too soon!

Sunil backed off and as he did, Ma looked up at him. There was something in her eyes that he could not identify. He bent and kissed her: her soft lips against his. He pressed on. Ma opened her mouth and let his tongue touch her. She moaned, pushing herself more into him; her arms wrapping around him. It was a thrilling kiss… it was a sensual kiss. They did that for some time… Sunil, kissing Ma, their tongues in each other’s mouth, hot and probing. Finally, gasping he broke the kiss.

It was still too soon!

‘Jab Jab Teri Surat Dekhun …’

They continued dancing and swaying as the radio kept on playing more romantic songs. Sunil repeated his previous moves, eventually ending up with two lace covered, beautifully round buttocks in his hands. They felt so good the way they undulated and swayed as she danced. Sunil slipped his fingertips under the elastic of her panties below her ass-cheeks, sliding them along the elastic to her sides. Ma was pushing her pelvis against him with slow and sexy moves, and he felt a low murmur from her through his chest. His erection was being massaged; her mound pressed tight.

"Dulhaniya?” Sunil teased, “Chudne ka mann ho raha hai (Do you want to get fucked)?”

Her head nodded against his chest. Shyly. Sunil reached behind to lift her off her feet and walked a few steps to put her on the bed. Ma kept looking at him, shyly. Radio played on.

One by one Sunil unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it off her shoulders and arms. He noticed a similar lacy bra.

‘Dil Kya Kare Jab Kisi Ko …’

“Ye bra to bahot achchi hai dulhaniya (This is a very nice bra) … tum aisi hi bra pehna karo (You should wear bras like these). Khoob sexy lagti ho (You look very sexy in them)!”

Ma reddened and said shyly, “Amma ne pehnai (Amma dressed me in them).”

Sunil was delighted when he heard Ma referring to Kajal as ‘Amma’. Ma had really eased into her new identity, which was good… and amazing!

“Aur ye sexy chaddhi bhi (And these sexy panties as well)?”

Ma nodded, whispering, “Aaj saare kapde Amma hi pehnai (Amma dressed me in these clothes).”

“Dulhaniya, kal tum aisi hi bra panty pehen kar rehna din bhar (My bride, wear only bra and panties tomorrow).” Sunil suggested.

“Aap kahenge to main nangi bhi reh jaoongi (If you ask me, I will stay naked also). Bas aap mere sath hone chahiye (I just need you to support me).”

Sunil smiled, stood her up again and turned her by the shoulders to face away from him, moving close enough that his hard penis brushed against her buttocks. With a feather touch, he slipped his hands down her chest to brush lightly across her hard nipples, a delicate touch of the palms of his hands. He grinned at Ma’s sharp inhalation.

Slipping lower, Sunil caressed her tummy, feeling her draw it in, in response to his touch. His both index fingers slipped inside the waist of her petticoat before he moved them slowly down over her hips… without undoing its string. Ma’s soft flesh squeezed, and she let out a whimper. That sound mingled with the sound of the music playing before Ma’s petticoat fell on the floor. Ma’s eyes were closed. Sunil was completely focused on his hands and the sound of Ma’s breathing, a heavy sound.

Sunil caressed Ma’s rump from over her panties. An erotic thrill coursed through him when he felt it on her buttocks. It amazed him how sensuous they felt when he caressed them, explored the shape that was firmly held within. Bending slightly, he inhaled her aroma at her neck while his hands slipped down the back of her thighs. Sunil grinned when he heard her moan. He dragged his fingertips up the inside of her thighs, close to her crotch, along the crease where her bottom met her legs, around her hips, up over her bra, and onto her nipples. Ma was trembling now. Sunil teased her erect nipples, refusing to cup her breasts even when she arched her chest.

‘Roop Tera Mastana …’

With one fingertip teasing a nipple, his other hand slipped down across her stomach, a feather light touch, down over her panties, down over the swell of her pussy, just the tips of his fingers. Ma gasped. In an amazingly erotic act, she grabbed his hand and thrust it down between her legs, pulling it hard against her. Sunil could feel her arousal: the dampness in her panties as he squeezed her pussy, middle finger curling over her slit over her panties. At the same time, his other hand squeezed her breast. He caressed and teased her clitoris, rubbed, and fondled her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples through her bra. Ma groaned, shivered.

“Oh Bhagwaan (Oh God)!”

Her hips thrust and her body trembled as she held his hand tight to her pussy. She started gasping as she climaxed - without any penetration - humping against Sunil, with her body shaking in orgasmic ecstasy. Sunil felt her begin to fall. Quickly his hand left her breast and hugged her around the waist, holding her back against him, holding her up until he felt her body shake through her climax and finally calm down.

 

[avsji]

"Dekha dulhaniya (See my bride)? Tera to bina kuchh kiye hi ho gaya (You orgasmed without me doing anything) … aur abhi to poori raat padi hai (and we still have the entire night left to make love).” Sunil whispered in her ears, slyly.

After a couple of minutes, when Ma gained enough senses,

“Aise to aap apni dulhaniya ko maar dalenge (You will kill your bride if you tease her like this).” she said with a smile.

Sunil laughed, not caring whether anyone would hear him. Ma smiled and then she too started laughing with him. It felt good.

“Baap re! Dedh bajne wala hai (Oh God! It is going to be one thirty) …” Ma observed and requested, “Abhi so jaayen (Should we sleep now)?”

‘Khwaab Ban Kar Koi Aayega …’

It was such a romantic song! Sunil really came as a dream come true. A dream that she never even dared to see! He loved her so much! She realized that Sunil had not yet even begun and feeling embarrassed about leaving her husband high and dry. She asked,

“Ya…” she hesitated, “aapka kuchh karne ka mood hai (Or, are you in a mood to do something)?”

And then she added her shy, 100-watt smile that shone Sunil’s heart!

“Meri pyari dulhaniya… tumko dekh kar to kya kya karne ka mood hota hai ki kya kahoon (My lovely bride… when I look at you, I can not tell you what all I want to do with you)?”

Ma looked at him in utter disbelief. She could still not understand how a handsome, young man, half her age could be so crazy in love with her. In a rare act of taking the lead, she cupped his cheeks, pulled him down and kissed his lips.

She smiled.

“Main aapko apna sab kuch samarpan kar chuki hoon (I have surrendered my everything to you) … aapko jaisa mood ho, jab jab mood ho, jo kuchh bhi karne ka mood ho, wo sab aap mere sath kar sakte hain (so, whenever you are in mood, you can do with me whatever you like). Main aapko kabhi nirash nahi karoongi (I will never disappoint you).”

“Meri dulhaniya (My bride)! Ab bolo, tumko kaise na chahoon (Now tell me, how can I not love you)?” Sunil said adoringly.

“Patni to pati ke liye hi hoti hai (A wife is for her husband, isn’t she?).”

“Wo sab mujhe nahi maloom, lekin meri dulhaniya… tu to mere liye hi bani hai (That I don’t know… but my bride, you are made for me)!”

Ma smiled, shyly.

“Achchha, ek baat to bata… tujhe mera… you know… mera lund kaisa laga (Okay, tell me one thing… how did you like my penis)?”

Ma reddened with shame!

“Arre sharmati kyun hai (Why are you shy now)? Andar lete hue sharamai nahi, ab bataane me sharmaati hai (When you take it in, you don’t get shy… but saying how you like it you are ashamed)? Bata na (Tell me)?”

“Andar lete hue bhi sharm aai thi (I was shy when taking it in) …”

“Arre wo kyon bhala (And why was that)?”

“Itna bada (So big) …” Ma started but stopped in between, again shy.

“Tujhko pasand hai (You like it)?”

“Bahot (Very much)!” Ma replied, in her usual shy manner.

“Chal fir… teri pasandeeda cheez nikaalta hoon (Okay then… let me do your favorite thing).”

Sunil said, and one by one, he removed all his clothes. His thick erection strained in air.

Excitement pulsed through him as he watched Ma put her hand over her astonished open mouth! His erection had strained up at about sixty degrees… hard… very hard. Sunil had taken after Kajal in terms of complexion. He was dusky in skin color; therefore, his penis too was dark in color. Its bulbous head was dark reddish-brown and inflamed.

“Kaisa laga (How is it)?”

Ma overcame her initial astonishment and whispered sweetly,

“Kuchh hi samay pehlte tak kaisa tinni sa tha... lekin ab (Not too long ago it was so tiny… but now)!”

“Lekin ab (But now)?”

“Lekin ab ekdum mazboot… aise ling ki pooja karni chahiye (But now it is so strong… such a penis should be worshipped).”

“To aao… thodi pooja karo apne ling ki (Then come… worship your penis)?”

‘Bheegi Bheegi Raaton Mein…’

Ma took a deep breath and then sat on her knees in front of Sunil. Kneeling before him in her lacy bra and panties, Ma caressed the sides of his raging erection. Sunil held his breath only to gasp as she wrapped her fingers around it, gripping and squeezing it. With a final look at him, Ma bent her head.

‘Oh God!’

As her warm mouth enveloped his crown, hot and moist sensations flooded him. She gently cupped his testes, gripped his shaft hard and sucked as her tongue caressed its tip. Sunil felt dizziness hitting him when Ma’s mouth moved down, her lips sliding down his length. He was gasping, trying to breath when he felt his erection touch the inside of her throat. Suddenly Ma’s mouth moved down further, completely taking him, all the way to his pubic hair. She pulled up, slid down, pulled up and took him deep into her throat again. He felt her swallow, a tightness on his erection, and he climaxed spontaneously. His semen blasted into her throat. She sucked and he exploded again, stars dancing in his eyes. He thought this was it, this was the best, but she pulled off to his tip and slid him back into her throat. He ejaculated again; his groin cramped as pleasure crashed onto him. Sunil came time after time as Ma moved. Exquisite bliss flooded his senses. He heaved and pulsed and came until there was nothing but wishing left.

His climax calmed and faded way too soon. He was sweating, shaking.

Ma rose, a smile on her face, “How was that? Good?”

She giggled at his crossed eyes.

"Arre dulhaniya… tu kamaal hai (My bride… you are wonderful)! Tere sath chudai karne me kya maza aayega (It is going to be amazing fun to fuck you)!”

“To kijiye na (Then do it)?”

“Abhi (Now)?”

“Haan (Yes)!”

“Lekin mera to tune abhi abhi sab pi liya (But you have drunk all my semen just now) …”

“Mere saajan (My love),” finally Ma also spoke in Sunil’s manner, “isko to yun khada kar doongi (I will get it ready in no time) …”

 

[avsji]

She unhooked her bra and let it fall on the floor. Her lovely breasts were topped by erect nipples. Her panties followed her bra before she moved to the bed, stretching out on her back, something in her eyes now intense. Sunil saw the sight of her beautifully trimmed pubic hair. Ma looked exotic!

Sunil moved to the bottom of the bed, leaned over, and held her delicate ankles. His eyes were riveted to her beautifully trimmed, glossy bush as he spread her legs. For the first time he saw Ma’s labia through her pubic hair. Thick sexy reddened lips with her clitoral hood and inner lips nestled within. Despite just having ejaculated, Sunil felt definite tickling of arousal at that sight. And then there were her legs. Sunil loved them.

Kneeling on the bed, he caressed her legs, bending to kiss one thigh then the other. His hands caressed up avoiding her pussy - he wanted to attain the full mast before he did anything more. He could see the glisten of moisture of Ma’s arousal. As his hands moved up over her stomach, caressing her in small circles, he kissed one hip then the other. His fingertips teased her hardened nipples. Ma moaned and writhed trying to push against his hand for more stimulation. He grinned. He could so effortlessly manipulate a woman, who had had close to thirty years of sexual experience. It was amazing! So far, so good, he thought. He quite liked this sexual teasing.

Looking into Ma’s eyes, Sunil cupped and caressed her wonderful breasts. Her eyes seemed feverish… unfocused. Her eyes closed and he turned his attention to her delicious breasts, leaning down, suckling, licking, and nibbling. Ma’s pelvis surged up. She groaned, her hands held his head and pulled his mouth against her breast hard.

Pulling out of her grasp Sunil caressed her nipples one last time. He felt an urgency in Ma’s movements, so he moved down, his hands cupping the sides of her buttocks while he admired her thick pubic bush. Leaning in, he inhaled the aroma of Ma’s arousal. It was his turn to moan. He kissed her pubic bush and with his tongue, tasted her. Her hips twitched when his tongue found her clitoral hood, pushing in until he felt her hard clitoris.

“Oh,” Ma moaned at the touch and her hips thrust hard against his mouth.

Probing between her moist labia, Sunil slid the tip of his tongue down until he felt the opening of her vagina. He felt its wetness. Ma's hips starting to move rhythmically, she held his head pushing her pussy against his tongue. She tasted amazing! Sunil could not believe how wet she was, and it aroused him to no end. He could tell from the sound of breath rushing in and out that she was close. He could feel slight tremors in her thighs.

Another of Ma’s orgasms was near!

Using the thumb of one hand he rubbed her clitoris and with the other he eased into her hot clasping vagina.

"Ahhh" she sighed.

He penetrated her moist pussy gently with his thumb, rubbing her clitoris at the same time, adding his tongue to her cleft, stroking, and stimulating. Ma gasped and held her breath. Her body stiffened as she climaxed suddenly, violently, banging her pussy against his mouth and bruising his lips. Her hips shook, rising off the mattress, as her body trembled. She collapsed and rose again, crying out, a hot flush of liquid poured from her into Sunil’s sucking mouth.

"Oh Bhagwaan!"

Her body lurched hard, and her hands tugged his hair painfully. She ground herself against his face, moaning as her climax overwhelmed her. B this time, Sunil was again rock hard, achingly erect at this display of her intense climax. Sunil marveled at the violence of her orgasm! He had made his wife cum that hard!

"Aaahhh! Bas… bas…" She pulled his face away by his hair. "Please," she begged.

Feeling abnormally proud Sunil moved up and cuddled Ma's sweaty, trembling body, thrilled at what he had achieved. His erection strained anew at the memory of her orgasm, of the flush of liquid. Wow! Female climaxes were powerfully sexy!

“Meri Suman? Maza aaya (Did you enjoy it)?

“Poori zindagi aisa maza nahi aaya (Never so much in my entire life)!” She said it in a soft, exhausted whisper against his chest.

Sunil was extremely pleased and proud hearing that. Who wouldn’t be pleased and proud hearing the praise of their sexual prowess? But Ma was genuinely amazed. She had already achieved four wonderful orgasms, and it was not even one day since they started! That should have been some kind of fete. At his youth, Dad could only do maximum three times in a day. But Sunil was going on and on… and he had not yet even performed penetration!

They lay together in comfortable silence, but Sunil’s erection was still strong. He knew that there was one last thing that Ma wanted, and it excited him. He too wanted it. Eagerly.

Eventually Ma’s hand started stroking his proudly hairy chest. She kissed his side and her hand moved down, flat on his belly, slipping it under his proudly raised, throbbing erection. With the back of her hand, she stroked him and raised herself to kiss him. Sunil felt her passion return through her mouth. Her kiss became more insistent: she pushed her tongue into his mouth, playing with him. Sunil loved it! He loved her passion. He loved how she was finally enjoying her new sexuality with him. He loved the fact that Ma was aroused by him.

Sunil could see an intensity in her eyes and instinctively knew what it was… it was arousal. He wondered if his eyes showed the same intensity of arousal. He definitely felt it as he contemplated what to do next. Ma broke the kiss and gave him an erotic smile as she lay on her back, her breasts swelling out to the side as they rested on her chest. Sunil looked at her: Ma’s eyes were showing intense arousal, her thick black hair was glossy, the gentle curves of her belly, and the gentle swell of her two gorgeous buttocks were inviting… as if promising him the utmost comfort when he entered her! Sunil could feel his excitement burning. He was almost trembling as he rose and straddled between her legs.

He was shaking with sexual excitement. It was not possible not to enter her anymore. With shaking hands, he slowly opened Ma’s thighs, giving gentle pressure, watching, his eyes riveted, as her pussy lips opened. Only slightly. An unbelievable sight! Ma’s pussy covered in black pubic hair nestled between her sexy thighs. It was glistening with dampness from her previous orgasms. Sweat beads popped on his brows as he watched her reach to hold the sides of her vulva and spread them apart.

"Ab aur mat sataiye (Please don’t tease me anymore) …" she whispered breathlessly.

 

[avsji]

Indeed!

Even Sunil as not is a position to tease Ma anymore. His heart was pounding as he contemplated how he was going to enjoy Ma’s total surrender. She was inviting him and that was an awesome feeling! His erection was harder than he ever remembered it to be, rigidly pointing up, its head slippery and soaking with precum.

And then he entered her. Sensuously, her vagina yielded to the pressure as he slipped into her incredibly hot, velvety soft, silky vaginal tunnel. Ma let out a loud sigh in agonizing pleasure. Her supple pussy lips stretched to their limits. Sunil wanted to thrust away, but he somehow maintained control over himself. He slowly and languidly started to move, his erection slipping between her moist labia, which was hot and inviting. Ma too started to move with him. With each movement, Sunil slipped deeper and deeper into heaven. Soon their movements became longer.

When Sunil was fully buried inside her, they both paused. Both could feel his erection throbbing. He caressed her breasts… one by one. As he did that, he felt his erection swelling in her tightness. Perhaps Ma was giving him vaginal massage. Her hand reached and covered his hand, pressing it harder against her breast. She then simultaneously thrust her buttocks into him. As if they were talking, they started moving together. Short arousing movements slowly turning into long, deeply erotic thrusts. Ma was wet, really wet. The room was soon filled with a soft squelching noise of their lovemaking, as he stroked in and out of her and the noise intensified their arousal.

He made love to Ma… a slow delightful love. Despite desiring for a quickie, Sunil restrained himself and rather engaged in not rushing, gentle motions. Slowly, and very gradually their orgasms stirred. Ma’s third for the night, and Sunil’s first! When they finally ejaculated, there were no loud moaning sounds, no frantic thrusting… just incredible, amazing bliss as his potent semen burst deep into her. Ma gripped his erection, as he stroked again, semen erupting in beautiful pleasure, Ma's pussy gripping again. They came together for what felt like ages, beautiful, loving climaxes, the most satisfying climax ever.

Both were spent. Neither was able to say anything or do anything or even move! This was pure bliss! Lying on Ma, Sunil relaxed; his heartbeat normalized gradually, and his softened erection still held inside Ma in a warm wet embrace.

The lights in the room were still switched on and the radio continued to play,

“Kaate Nahi Kat-te Din Ye Raat…”



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Ma lovingly held her husband as he relaxed leaning on her. This was an unbelievable experience! Really a marathon! Sunil variously made love to her for about two hours and made her enjoy her orgasms three times! Three times! This was never ever before! Was it even possible? At her age? And now his youthful seeds were safely deposited inside her. Amazing! She would love to give him a child for sure!

In some time, Sunil’s breathing became longer and heavier.

“So gaye kya (Have you fallen asleep)?” Ma asked softly.

“Bilkul bhi nahi (Not at all). Thoda susta raha tha bas (I was resting a bit).”

He then took one of her nipples in his mouth and suckled for some time. With three consecutive orgasms, Ma was already well relaxed, but the suckling act relaxed her even further. She loved the eagerness with which he suckled.

“Tere doodh mujhe khoob sundar lagte hain dulhaniya (My bride, your breasts look so beautiful to me)!

“Aapke liye hi hain ye (These are for you only).”

“Sabko pilaya hai tumne inko (You have breastfed everyone) … bas mujhe chhod ke (except for me)!”

“Ab bas aap peena (From now on, only you can).” Ma gasped between each word.

“Haan… mujhe pilana… aur jis jis ko main kahoon (Yes… me, and whomever I ask you to)?”

“List hai aapki (Do you have a list)?” Ma giggled.

“Haan…”

“Kaun kaun… bataiye (Who else, please tell me)?”

“Jab hamare bachche ho, to unko (When we have our children, then to them). Zaroor se (For sure).”

“Ae ji (Husband)…?”

“Haan (Yes)?”

“Kya sach me der tak doodh pilaane se ‘wo’ bada sa ho jaata hai (Is it true that its size increases because of breastfeeding)?”

“Kya (Whose size)?”

“Wohi (Its).”

“Kya (Whose size)?” Sunil insisted.

“Aap bhi na… chhunnu (You are incorrigible… penis’ size).”

“Mera kaisa hai (How is my size)?”

“Bada sa (Big)!”

“Bhaiya ka kaisa hai (How is Bhaiya’s size)?”

“Bada sa (Big).”

“Fir (Then)?”

“Lekin (But) …” Ma remembered something, “‘Unka’ aap logo jaisa bada nahi tha (His size was not as big as you two).”

“Babuji ka (Babu ji’s size)?”

Ma nodded.

“Unhone itne saalon tak apni Ma ka doodh piya tha (Did he breastfeed from his mother for that long)?”

Ma nodded in agreement.

“Hogi koi baat (There might be some reason). Lekin der tak doodh pilaane me koi buraai hai kya (But what is there any harm in breastfeeding for long)?”

“Nahi (No).” Then ma brought the conversation back to the topic, “Theek hai (Okay) … to hamare bachchon ko (so, I will breastfeed our children) … aur kaun kaun (and who else) …?”

“Hmmm… man ho to Bhaiya ko pila dena (If you feel like it, you can feed Bhaiya). Tumhara beta hai (He is your son) … to ek tarah se mera bhi beta hai (So, in a way, he is my son as well).”

Ma smiled, feeling proud of her new husband considering her son as his own son.

“Hmm…”

“Latika ko (And to Latika) … Bhabhi to Ma samaan hi to hoti hai (Sister-in-law is like a mother).”

“Ha ha!”

“Aur (And) … Abha ko (to Abha) … wo to hum sabki bachchi hai (she is the daughter of this whole family)!”



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