Misc. Erotica Black Magician Spoiled My Mom

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As she was done lighting all the diyas, the room illuminated beautifully and reflected great on my mom’s body.  The hut looked very romantic with the neat and comfortable bed with white blanket on it.  There was a Homan box right in the middle of the hut.  The Black Magician, looking at my mom, could not control himself and came towards my mom, “Sharada,” he called and grabbed my mom’s ass over her petticoat and looked at my dad.  “Ram, please place all the sticks you have collected into the homam and start lighting it,” the Black Magician said and started kissing my mom’s neck and cheeks and my mom was loving it and my dad was getting pissed off and kept looking at the Black Magician.  “What are you looking at Ram, do it now,” the Black Magician said and my dad sat on the floor and started lighting the Homam.  “Come Sharada,” the Black Magician said and held my mom’s hand and started taking her towards the bed.  “Lie down, Sharada,” he said and my mom slept on the bed and looked at my dad.  “Swamiji, can we send my son out?” my dad asked.  “Sharada, didn’t you tell your husband?” the Black Magician asked.  “I have told him, Swamiji,” my mom said, looking at my dad.  “Ram, your son can’t see anything, all he can see is me and Sharada talking to each other,” the Black Magician was saying and taking off his shirt and started removing all the Rudhraksha Mala and other things that he was wearing.  My mom was totally ignoring my dad and was ogling at the Black Magician who was removing all the things off his body.  With just his Dhoti on, he slept on top of my mom and hugged my mom and started kissing all over my mom’s neck and cheeks.  “Mmmmmmmmmmmm…..” my mom started moaning.  “Sharada, don’t moan,” my dad said.  “Ram, you are breaking the concentration, you just focus on the Homam,” the Black Magician said and continued roaming my mom in bed.  “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm,,,,,” my mom was moaning as my mom was horny and my dad was getting pissed off.  “Sharada, your husband is getting so jealous,“ the Black Magician whispered.  “Mmmmm… his jealousy is turning me on, Swamiji,” my mom whispered as she was getting romanced on bed.  The Black Magician was kissing my mom’s cheeks so romantically that it made me feel that the Black Magician should have married my mom instead of my dad.  With the Black Magician on top of her and getting her cheeks kissed, biting her lips, my mom looked at my dad.  My dad was cursing himself watching my mom getting romanced by the Black Magician.  My mom was crazy and to make my dad more jealous, she started kissing the Black Magician's cheeks back and was hugging him tight.