We both were silent and just hugged each other, and then I finally kissed mom, our tongues touching, as we explored each others mouth, “I love you, Rukmini” I moaned, my mom moaning “I love you Raja” My hands went to her waist and I squeezed and her soft breasts as I touched her there. She stopped me and told me, “Darling, I want this too, but let us wait for the marriage and do all this, for now let us just limit to kisses” I was disappointed but happy anyway mom was willing to marry me.
Uma fixed our marriage in a small town nearby within a torturous week, inviting a few people who did not know of our relation like the shop keeper, who was surprised to find out we were only engaged and not married. As the mantras were being chanted, my mother looking so beautiful in her bridal dress smiling at me, I smiled at her, my sister smiled at both of us, her task of being matchmaker accomplished successfully. As the priest then asked me to tie the mangalasutra, my mother’s neck looking so spotless as I slightly pushed her hair aside, my little finger lingering on her neck as I tied the sacred thread, even as I was having a hard on all too evident through my dhoti(similar to a sarong). She looked at me smiling and everyone asked the bride and groom to get up. The people gathered around threw the akshata(raw rice) at us blessing our holy union. My sister whispering to us, for a nephew or niece soon. My mother heard that and smiled at her and held her ear in a painful way and then looked at me longingly.
Our first night arrangements were all made by Uma, and I was on the bed waiting for my dear wife, also my mother. My mother entered in a beautiful cream saree, with jewels and gold, and gold belt around her tummy. She had milk in her hands and she looked shy handing it to me. “Sit down, Rukmini” I said placing my hand on the bed beside me. She obeyed and sat down and my hand went around her to her hands. “I love you, Rukmini”
Mom was still silent, shy looked at me her eyes wide open, as she handed the milk to me, I took her hand slowly towards my mouth and sipped at it. I then pointed back to her and had her take a sip still looking at me eagerly, I pushed harder so the milk would spill a bit on her face, she was having the cutest milk mustache as I kissed her mouth and licked her milk on her face, she was closing her eyes, not uttering a word, I slowly dropped her pallu down, and noticed her lovely breasts held by her blouse, “I am my mother’s husband” I whispered to her and she just smiled the sexiest smile back to me, “I love you, mom” I said as my hands started slowly to pinch her waist and I rubbed her backless blouse. My mom who had been silent until then suddenly screamed “I love Raja, I love you, I love my son, I am my son’s wife” I looked at her and kissed her mouth getting more aroused in the process as I slowly laid her on the bed, I removed my shirt and my cock was already protruding out of the dhoti, I started pulling out her saree from underneath as she looked at me longingly content to have me take the lead in our union as man and wife, now she was just in her jewels and I saw her in a see through yellow colour bra and panties, she was so sexy and she smiled at me shyly. I lay on her just like that and kissed her mouth, my hard cock trying to make a dent through her panties, she lay there just smiling as I kissed her on the nose, cheeks and ears.
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