Characters and names:
Mom: Seema
Son: Malik
Dad: Rashid
Grandma (maternal): Karina
Terminology/words:
Nani: Grandma
Nana: Grandpa
Amma: Mom
Baba: Dad
Beta: Term is used to refer son and also grandson
Saree: A long cloth, usually filled with colorful design and stitching, worn by women in Indian subcontinent. It can be revealing and very sexy
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Note to readers: Took a while to push this chapter out. Hopefully it will be well received. I have plans to write one more chapter detailing how it all began.
I appreciate all the feedback and suggestions given so for. Enjoy!
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Just before the evening of our second day in Indonesia, we gathered at the back of the house. Our host helped arrange for a priest who was told this is just a ceremony and that actual paperwork will be done back home. Dad, the father of the groom and grandma, the mother of bride, were holding two flower garlands made of red, white and blue roses.
Mom, my bride, looked stunning. She had a red saree on, floral embroidered along with sleeveless matching blouse. The blouse had square cut in the front and back. It was held at the back by a golden lace at the top and couple of inches wide back with hook showing her beautiful bare back except for the small area covered by the strap of the blouse. Mom wore the saree in such way that it covered her very small baby bump partially. She was now a little over four months pregnant and the bump started to show. The low square cut blouse was revealing her a good part of her soft, sumptuous breasts. Her hair was pulled back into a loose low bun with a few strands hanging loose. Mom had a tiara on, the same one she wore during her marriage to dad. She looked like a red, hot goddess. I never wanted her more than I did on that day. I wanted to pull the saree off of mom and rip her blouse and fuck her right then and there. She could see the lust in my eyes and obvious bulge in my pant. She teased me with very naughty smile as she stood opposite me.
The priest wed us and blessed us with prayers. We exchanged ring and flower garland. Grandma walked and stood between us and put my hand on mom's. She leaned towards me and whispered in my ear, "From now on your mom is your wife and your grandma is your mother in law." She than stood straight and said loudly, "Malik, I am handing my daughter Seema to you with all my blessings." She paused and with a smile continued, "I hope you will make her happy, as happy as you have been making your mom and grandma lately." Mom's face turned red. She gave a quick glance at me and grandma. The priest was a bit puzzled. I laughed a little and said, "I will." It was dad's turn to give his son to the bride. He put his hands on ours and said, "Son, you are the man of the house. I am sure you will make Seema happy and keep her satisfied."
After that the priest finished his blessing with a few chants. Mom was beaming. Almost all of this ceremony was her ask and desire. I planned it out to make her wish come true. The ceremony took longer than my cock was prepared to endure. As soon as the last religious part of the ceremony was over, dad showed the priest out paying and thanking him.
I did not waste a second after that. I pulled mom to me and kissed her. I picked her up and carried my newly wed wife to the bedroom. Mom wanted to say a few words to declare our love, union and bond. But I ached to be in her. And every second I was not in her was a torture. I wanted to fuck my mother in her wedding dress.
I laid her on her back and rolled her saree to her waist. I kissed her while taking my pant off, freeing my hard-on that had been dying to enter my wife's cunt. I put the tip of my cock at my wife's entrance and with one push traveled all the way down her wet, hot and silky cunt. The tip of my dick hit the back of her womb. I held my cock there for few seconds. After that I began fucking my mother, my newly wed wife. My nine inches of thick hard man meat was going in and out of mom/wife. I was like a man possessed. I only wanted to fuck my mom and spray cum inside her. Mom's body slid back and forth on the bed, still in her wedding dress. Her hair came undone, little by little with each thrust of my cock in her pussy. She was moaning with my cock going in and out of her cunt. The bed was rocking back and forth; squeaking and creaking.
I asked her to say our wedding vows as we consummated our marriage. She did, gasping for air as she uttered them. I did the same after she said her vows still smashing my dick in her vigorously.
Mom, now my wife, wrapped her legs around my waist and was pulling me to her as my cock was sliding in and out of her cunt. This was one of her way of letting me know that she was getting ready to come. I could not be sure how long we were fucking. When she tightened her legs around my hip to keep me locked in her hot depth, I knew she was climaxing. My mother, my bride, was coming. Her cum flowed down and out of her cunt, wetting my cock and filling her pussy. She pulled me to her and kissed deeply.
She breathed heavily for a minute or so till she settled a bit.
Husband, you have made your wife come so hard! So much cum! It is flowing out. You have given the best gift a woman can have on her wedding night. - She said with a wide smile on her face.
Seema, my mother, my wife! My desire for you will not be quenched unless I fuck you hard and my cum fills your womb. I would impregnate you again tonight if that were possible. - I said with my dick still in her, still hard.