– What’s it mum?
– It is the room going to be decorated for the first night of the newly married.
– Are we here to decorate it?
– To sanctify it. The bride’s mother gave me the key bunch to keep safe, till the marriage is over. And I thought I could find some use.
– I don’t follow.
– Follow me then, I have a thing to show you.
Santha locked the room within and moved towards the bed. She removed her silk sari and blouse, folded them neatly and placed them away on a side stand. Her big boobs were trying to break the seams of her pink bra, half of them already overflowing. He felt the stir in his pants and knew then what was going to happen. She herself approached him and took off his well groomed dress and hung them on a stand. He was in his vest and brief and she, in her bra and petticoat. His hands hankered at her big boobs peeping out of her bra. He caught them. She gave him time just to have a feel and then backed away. She pulled off her petticoat, slowly and turning around all the while. She emerged out in a pink laced panty to match her bra. He was thrilled. He never had imagined his mother still using panties. As far as he knew, it was suffice to have a petticoat under sari. She stood in front and pushed her panty clad pussy forward. A wet patch he could see at the peninsula of her bulge. His cock was threatening to break his brief. She spun on her legs once again to show her treasures. Her tummy was not so fatty, he thought, and with her big boobs and bums she had the sexiest structure a man would die to have a go.
She caught his hand and led him to the bed. Resting her bums on the edge of the mattress, she spread opened her thighs. And she pulled him to stand in between her legs. She herself unhooked her bra and offered her bounced out breasts in his hands to maul. Her breasts were already tight with excitement and her big nipples were as stiff as his thumps. He pressed them as his breaths were fuming hot. And she hooked her thumps to his brief’s waist band and pushed it down. His cock sprang out and slapped at her face. She giggled, bending, helping him out of his brief. He himself pulled off his vest. Straightening up she held his cock and pushed back its foreskin. His cock head was already glistening with a load of his pre-cum. She let her tongue out and licked at his cock head. He groaned. She put the length of his cock in the hollow of her breasts and placing her hands on the sides of her domes; crushed her breasts against his cock. She looked up and winked. He understood and moved his cock to fuck her breasts. On every upward thrust his long cock reached above her chin and she kept opened her mouth to have a swig. It was more than he could imagine and he feared that he would shoot his cum right at her face.
– Mum, I’m highly exited and I may shoot at any time.
– Shoot then.
She said it in the short break of his down stroke and didn’t miss the upstroke to mouth his cock head. He held her shoulders and sped up his strokes through her boob mass. At his very first groan, she let her boobs free and held him around his cock with her sucking mouth; his buttocks with her pulling hands. He shot into her mouth load after load and she gulped even to the lost drop. But a thin stream escaped her intake and traced down her chin. Letting his cock slipped out of her mouth, she scooped that thin stream of his cum with her finger, smelled it and then put that finger into her mouth to wipe it out.