“Yes Ma ” I whispered with love.
My hands shook as I put the mangalsutra thread around her neck, marveling at softness of the skin on her neck and tied the thread.
He moved back when it was done. He saw tears in his mothers eyes.
“Ma are you ok” I asked with genuine concern and love.
She nodded, taking the garlands. “I am, I am so happy darling”.
Maa took a small ornate box with sindoor (red vermillion powder) and shivered as I applied the sindoor on her forehead.
We put the garlands over each other, and I took my wife mothers hands and we went around the fire.
we were married. From mother and son, we were now Pati and Patni (Husband and Wife).
“Raj now I am yours, in every way, thank you for taking me as your bride” she sniffed, as I held her hands in love.
“Oh Ma, I should be thanking you… you are all that I ever wanted” I said with passion.
My mother slowly wiped away the tears with the edge of her son / husband’s duppatta, and looked me straight in the eye.
“I want stop you now my son, my husband, why don’t you go to my bedroom and wait for me”
“That is if you want us to continue from the marriage, and move to making our union complete” she solemnly said.
We both just stood there staring into each other’s eyes with love pouring between us for the longest time.
“Well,” my mother finally laughed. “Aren’t you going to kiss the bride?”
“Uh, oh Ma , yes…..” I said, wrapping his arms around her and crushing his lips down onto hers.
I was passionate and in experienced and Maa slowed me down “Slowly darling, we have time” and kissed me slowly leading me on by nibbling on me lips, opening my lips sucking my lower lips and slowly giving me her tongue. I learned fast, and we kissed. Our lips opened fully and our tongues sparred as we hungrily kissed, sanctifying the incestuous communion we had just created.
Maa broke the kiss. They were panting. “Go to my room darling” she said, with a bit of her mother voice.
I obeyed.
As I entered my mothers’ bedroom I hear skipped a beat. It was not her bedroom anymore. It was our first night chamber. My mother had spread a new satiny red bed sheet on which white Jasmine flowers were sprinkled. The room smelled nice with incense sticks.
“Raj”
I turned around and saw my mother coming with a tall glass in her hand.
I took the milk and drank half and gave her the glass back. With a shy smile my mother drank it and set the glass aside. She went and closed the bed room door.
“There is no one at home, but it feels nice to close out the external world” she said turning back to me.
She came towards me as I opened my arms. We embraced and I felt her whimper.
I kissed her forehead – and slowly removed the saree pallu from her head. She smiled at me. She held my face.
“My darling” she whispered. “I love you”. She brought my face down and we kissed again. It was so natural. She felt my hands trying to get in between our bodies she let me and groaned as he caressed her naked belly and squeezed her flesh.
Finally, several long moments later, they broke, gasping for breath. I was hard and my pyjama was tenetd.
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