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Notes:
Some of the words used below may be in Hindi as there are not alternate words in English. I'll try my best to explain some of them here thus better aiding your mental image.
Sari -- A traditional Indian outfit.
Pallu -- The usually decorated end of a sari that hangs loose when worn. A part of the sari that covers the breasts.
Blouse - An accessory that is generally cropped at waist, fitted blouson to cover the upper body, when wearing a sari.
Petticoat -- A kind of skirt that one wears under the draped sari. It is the main undergarment worn with a sari.
Mangalsutra -- A mangalsutra, or thaali, is a necklace that the groom ties around the bride's neck in the Indian subcontinent. The necklace serves as a visual marker of status as a married woman.
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The next morning, I woke up to find mom packing our bags for the bus ride back. She stood with her back towards me as she packed. She'd placed the bag on the shelf across the bed, right next to the TV.
I had an erection and wanted to get rid of it. I saw that mom had already dressed, was ready to leave, while I was still lay naked. If I had to act, I had to act soon. I quietly got off the bed and crept up behind mom. I held her butt cheeks, placing my erection on her butt crack. At first, Mom gasped as she was startled, but then partly turned her face towards me and smiled.
"Good morning Sheeba," I said, cheekily as I hugged her from behind.
"Who addresses their mother using her first name?" mom said, still smiling.
"Also, who fucks their mother?" I responded with that.
Mom chuckled. I could see that she was in a good mood. I bent down, slowly sucking her nape. She continued to smile as I did this, carrying on with her packing. Seeing this, I knew I could take a few liberties.
I grabbed her pallu to cast it aside. Mom held my hand, making sure I could not tip it over. I continued sucking on her nape as I did this.
"Come on, get ready fast, we need to leave," Mom said, trying to rush me into getting ready.
"We still have plenty of time," I said as I stopped sucking her nape only to grab her breasts.
"Can't you feel how hard I am?" I said, pressing my hard-on further into her butt as I played with her breasts simultaneously.
Mom's breathing had become heavy as I kept rubbing my hard cock on her ass. She turned, now facing me. She made an innocent face as she looked into my eyes.
"Are you sure we won't miss the bus?" she asked, as she looked at me with googly eyes.
"Even if we do, I'll take care of it," I said, reassuringly caressing her cheek.
I then perched her on the shelf, pushing her against the bag that lay behind. The bag collided with the wall immediately, allowing me to get only half her ass on the shelf. Once I'd made sure she wouldn't fall I bent my knees to get hold of her sari's border.
I grabbed it with both my hands, lifting it towards her waist. I ran my fingers along her legs as I lifted the fabric. Mom inhaled deeply as I did this. I tucked the fabric under her ass, so it stayed there, allowing me to remove her panties.
I aligned my cock with her pussy, rubbing it along her labia as I slowly pushed it in. After the initial resistance, her pussy swallowed my dick whole. I held mom at the waist as I slowly began thrusting.
I bent down and bit on her pallu, strewing it aside. I licked her exposed cleavage as I continued thrusting. I slid my hands along her curves to the side of her breasts. I cupped them together as I continued my assault on her breasts.
Mom wrapped her legs loosely around me, grabbing the follicles at the back of my head. She pressed my head into her boobs as we continued making love. Mom's scent intoxicated me further as my face pressed against her boobs.
I nibbled on her boobs a little, biting them lightly. Mom immediately pulled my face away.
"Don't do that. I won't be able to justify any marks to your father," mom said, looking directly into my eyes.
Our lovemaking continued as we came face to face with each other. Mom's eyes conveyed her submission. There was something about how mom looked at me; I felt drawn to her. I bridged the gap between us and engulfed mom's entire mouth in a kiss. The kiss was sloppy, but I continued sucking on both her lips as I continued pounding her pussy.
My hands held mom's waist as I pulled her back and forth on my dick. I synced it with my thrusts to better my tempo. We had very little space to work with as mom's back kept hitting the bag behind her. The bag wouldn't budge because of the wall behind it.
I slowly released mom's lower lip, now sucking only on her upper lip. Mom began kissing me back. She dug her nails into my ass, pulling me into her. As we continued sucking face my movements became abrupt. I broke off the kiss and embraced mom tightly. My strokes became long, and I felt as if my knees would crumble. Mom too embraced me, pressing her head into my chest, as she dug her nails into my back.
As we hugged each other, I kept my strokes up, soon pouring a big load into mom's pussy. I stood still as I leaned on mom. We both soon loosened our embrace to look at each other.
"I love you," I said, as I looked into mom's eyes.
"I know," mom replied, as she patted my cheek.
I bent down to kiss mom. We slowly kissed, savouring each moment. Mom abruptly broke the kiss.
"Come on, we need to leave," mom said, to get us to check out soon.
I just stared at mom, visibly upset with her action.
"I promise we'll find time for this once we get home,"
We quickly got dressed and left for the bus station. We barely made it on time. As we sat beside each other I threw my arm around mom's shoulder. Mom looked at me but didn't say anything.
I guess she's become more accepting of little public displays of affection.
When we got home, mom excitedly showed off my trophy. Though Dad congratulated me I felt he seemed disinterested. Aditi hugged me as she congratulated me. Mom began looking for a spot to display my trophy and found one on the huge cabinet in the living room.
The days that followed were uneventful with dad always being at home. Mom and I maintained our distance as we didn't want to take any unnecessary risks.
We were invited to mom's village for a festival. Aditi couldn't come because her exams were just around the corner, and dad was soon going to leave again for some case of his, so he couldn't make it either. We were about to drop the plan altogether, but I got an idea.
"Let's go to the festival," I said, walking up to mom as she worked in the kitchen.
"We can't. Your dad's busy and so is Aditi," Mom replied, as she continued to work.
"We could go, just you and me"
