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( Daya’s parental home ) : And to think Dayaben Gada had resisted Tappu’s advances, Daya thought, thinking of her only son. She pictured her mother Padmabati’s little house across town, wondering if her mother had yet tried to talk to Tappu about the vulgar pass he’d made at his own mother.
“Unh… Unh! Oh, yes, that feels so good!! Ahhh, shit, my pussy’s so wet! Gonna cum… oh, fuck, really gonna cum!” Daya’s mother Padmabati was sprawled naked on her double bed, her body writhing as she pounded a eleven inches fresh cucumber in and out of her dark-furred pussy. Padmabati was much wilder than most other women, and that included the times she had to jack off by herself, as she didn’t have a long, stiff cock to satisfy her. Her fleshy, delectably formed thighs were now spread wide, her knees hovering nearly over her shoulders. She held her hairy cunt-lips open with one hand while fucking madly with the green cucumber with her other hand. She pretended the thick cucumber as the big, horny cock she wanted so badly.
Actually Padmabati was thinking about Tappu, her handsome, adolescent grandson, who had been staying with her for the past three days. She imagined Tappu lying on top of her, brutally ramming his gigantic cock in and out of her cunt. How on earth did her daughter expect her to talk to him, Padmabati wondered? The fact that she’d once worked as a teacher’s aide seemed to make everyone think that she was an expert at talking with child.
Everyone had always regarded Padmabati as the respected senior lady of the family. She’d always looked younger than her age, and she still looked girlish now, despite the size of her big, round tits. Her black eyes were wide and innocent-looking, and she still loosened her wavy hair free. Her relatives had all deluded themselves into believing that she would pass her remaining life in devotion of the Goddess.
She also prepared a big worship-rooom in her block, most of her time she stayed in that sacred room with white saree and blouse, chanted mantras in closed eyes before the statues of the Goddess with folded hands. To curb her insatiable sexual desires, she took only veg-items as her diet and past her extra time by watching only devotional films based on the God & Goddess.
But all these activities were totally failed to decrease her carnal needs, rather created opposite effects. As a result the fifty-five yrs widow was always been too much horny. Neither her daughter Daya nor her son-in-law Jethalal would ever guess how many times this matured so-called Sati-saddhi widow had spent wiggling her hot, horny ass on the seat praying mantras for her puja, dreamed in her sleep of studs who would fuck her with a long, stiff prick.
She liked the young ones, specially the teenage school boys best of all, Padmabati thought, biting her lip as she slid a finger up her throbbing asshole. The young, eager ones like Tappu, the ones who could fuck and shoot jizz for hours at a time without ever going soft. She wanted to fuck her grandson. She wanted his fuck-rod so badly that she could practically taste it between her lips.
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