When his cock tightened to approach his bursting point, she released him abruptly and got up. Gasped by her let-down, he tried to press her down pleading with his eyes. She swatted his hands off, but pulled him into an embrace. She hissed in his ear.
– You are too big. I have another mouth too, down there in between my thighs. It’s deep enough to take in all your length. Give it there and finish the game.
– Oh, you…
– Whore?
– No! God forbid.
– That’s what you thought looking down at my liner drawn eyes, while I was at your cock.
– Ah, you mind reader! I thought you had a vampish look.
– But I like to be your whore.
– No arguments. Show me that deep mouth.
She tried to lye down on the bathroom floor, but it was quite chill. So she went down on her four and wagged her buttocks at him. He knelt behind her, pointing his cock for the attack. She, bringing her hands backward, deliberately pulled out her bum cheeks and the fatty lips of her cunt down below. Her red gash was drooling to feed on some big thing. She threw back her head and looked at him, over her shoulder, invitingly. Drawn by her whoring gestures, he moved in and fed his bulbous knob in between her pulled out lips. She released her hands so as to let her cunt lips meshed around the head of his cock. He held her hips and plunged in. She let out a groan. Then it was not he who did the action, but she who moved her bums back and forth and fucked his cock in and out.
Half an hour later, as she trembled by the intensity of her climax, he took charge on the show, fucked her at a high speed and emptied his balls into her womb.
Leaving her to take bath, he went out of the hotel room and entered into a saloon. When he came out of the saloon he had removed his beard and trimmed his mustache. By the time he reentered the hotel room he found his mother had completed her bath and was standing before the dressing mirror. She beamed at his shaved face and rushed to kiss his smooth cheeks.
– So, you’ve come out of your misery?
– You made it possible, mum.
– That’s a compliment, of which I’m proud of.
She pulled him inside the bathroom and kissed him on his mouth. She didn’t forget, before coming out, to give his limp cock a squeeze and leave him had his bath.
When they arrived at the wedding hall, it was already crowded. Bala’s father went away and mingled with his age group. Santha was so beautiful in her mango yellow silk sari with sindhoor red border. Her son Bala said that it was she who looked like the bride. Santha was pleased at his comment, yet she felt a bitter jealousy within her raised its head when she noticed lot of young girls gazing at her son, now, clean shaved and well dressed. And she decided not to leave her son alone. But, at that precious moment, the mother of the bride ushered her away to ask her for some help. And she walked away from him while sashaying her hips as she moved.
When santha returned to the spot where she left her son, there she saw lot of young girls baring their teeth, surrounding her handsome son. She felt as if to kill those sluts, trying to snatch away her jewel. She called him by his name and he joined her as soon as he spotted her. She led him to upstairs. The wedding hall was a big one with few rooms upstairs. Santha had a bunch of keys and she tried a lock of one of the rooms. She succeeded with a key and she led her son into that room. There was a big bed inside and beside it were few baskets full of flowers.