Misc. Erotica The Bhatias

[chandamadam]

The Bhatias

It was early morning. Prerna woke up and straight away started working in kitchen. Birds were chirping, weather was pleasant and verile street dogs were barking, fighting for the right to mate with a fertile partner who can carry and take care of their children.

Pari was standing and smiling at the door watching her mother manage their kitchen and preparing for breakfast. She walked up slowly and casually behind Prerna to slide her thick and untied silky Black hair to front and kiss her mother’s back below her neck. Prerna looked at her right, smiled but kept doing her work. The young teenager, a senior college student; kept kissing her mother with her young dark pink lips.

She hugged her casually to place both palms on her mother’s breasts squeezing them slightly over her dress. Pari continued kissing her mother on her neck and below, all the while hugging and squeezing her mature breasts. Prerna was smiling from all the affection exhibited by her teenage daughter. Pari was not so quiet. Kissing noises would have been audible to anyone who cared to listen in this early time of the day. She started licking her mother’s neck up and down. Prerna moaned a little but kept preparing for breakfast; kneading dough. Pari kept moving her hands from her mother’s breasts to her belly, all the while kissing and smelling her. Prerna smelled like a healthy and fertile woman. Amalgamation of her mother’s scent were intoxicating for the fresh but ripe daughter.

Prerna was wearing old cream color salwar suit which she wore during the night. She was not wearing any undergarments. She smelled of high sweat, urine, dried semen and woman juices in abundance. The young daughter put her hands inside her mother’s kameez. She moved her hands on her mother’s belly which was a little wet because of the heat and sensations. She put her middle finger inside her mother’s navel, playing with it calmly. Prerna burst out a quiet laughter and than moaned. The young daughter was playing, almost having intercourse with her mother’s navel and squeezing her nipple with other hand. The sweat worked as a lubricant for Pari to have intercourse with her mother’s navel. Prerna never looked back all this while and kept making breakfast for the family.

Pari freed her hands from kameez of her mother and started lifting, trying to remove it. Prerna turned around and saw Pari for the first time since morning. Her daughter was looking fresh in her prime, to be a woman. She was wearing a light pink, half sleeved night suit. Her brown black hair tied in a pony. Here face looked innocent. Her body radiated femininity, witchery, scents and fecundity only a young girl, to be woman can. Mother and daughter looked each other in eyes. Pari shied and moved her face down to her left. Prerna was holding her daughter’s face in her hands. Her daughter kissed palm of her left hand and closed her eyes. Prerna moved closer and kissed her daughter full on her lips. It was first kiss of her life for the young daughter. Her hands automatically and subconsciously moved to the most relaxing thing to hold in the entire world, her mother’s mature and accomplished breasts. Mother and daughter were engrossed fully when Prerna realized someone was at the door looking towards them.