30-10-2020, 08:06 PM
Reshma holds Guru's hands and pulls him up. "Kiss me, as if I am your 18 years old bride. Kiss me if you ever want to marry me."
Reshma's lips are soft, hot, and juicy. If he could stand the growing pressure of blood in his manhood, he would straight dive his face into her thighs and eat her cunt, But for now he decides to be content with only what her lips hold. He sucked her upper lip like a lollipop and her lower lip like a chewing gum.
"This is not kissing," Reshma says. "This is molestation." She pushed his hands under her waist until they are lodged on her hips. "Enjoy them," she murmured, "while I teach you how to kiss your 16 years old bride."
Guru clasped the flesh of his mother's ass, separated the ass cheeks. He reveled in their velvety smoothness. he drew the elastic of the shalwar down. There was no underwear. His hands moved until the furthest horizon of her haunches. He pushed onto the bones on her sides and enjoyed his charge. Her body became live under his grasp. His two index fingers met together and together they touched her rectum, and played with the humid orifice.
"Kanjar na hove ta kise than da..." Reshma remarked and pressed her tummy onto his ramrod. Her pointed nipples caressed his hairy chest. She took his face in her hand and kissed him full on lips.
Guru trembled at the touch of his mother's mouth on his mouth. Reshma kissed softly his Adam's apple, presses her full lips on his taut neck. Guru clasped his mother's asses for his life, leaving his finger marks on her flesh. His mother held his cheeks with her palms and touched his lips with her lips. "You must kiss your bride like this," she says, disengaging herself. She put her lips along his lips softly.
Her lips are like liquid vanilla on his lips. Her breaths were scented with jasmine. His fine chest hairs cut through her tit-flesh here and there. Mimicking his molesting kiss, she drowned his upper and lower lips respectively with the crumbling vanilla of her fluid lips.
Guru's tongue, hard and aroused, pushed of its own volley through her lips and teeth and touched her wet tongue. She accepted his tongue on the flat of her tongue; curving, she covered his oral digit from both sides, and held it there.
Caressing his tongue this way for several moments, she offered him her tongue inside his mouth. Her juicy tongue was agile against his sturdy tongue. Mother and son french kissed each other for several minutes until Guru began to slide Reshma's shalwar over her hips.
Guru took her dress off in seconds. It didn't take him long to take his off too. He wiped his face with her garments as if it is a sterile towel. He wiped his chest, his neck, and his armpits with the holy wetness of his mother's garment.
Sitting at her feet, he felt her calves and legs against his face. Raising each foot, he kissed her toes. Guru is stark naked and was looking like a Greek god.
"You want to fuck me, don't you Guru?" Reshma said, raking her pubic bush with his erect penis. She was holding it, almost painfully for him. She stroked his cock across the longitude of her raised clitoris. "If you want to fuck me, you have to talk dirty."
She positioned his ramrod along the slit of her pussy, giving the bulbous head the first sip of her pussy juice to taste. "If you don't talk dirty, you have to put up with this teasing." She pulled his rigid cock downward, tried to reach her asshole with his cock head.
Guru kept silent. If not, he wouldn't have enjoyed the sexiness of his mother. "I am a wicked mother," she says. "If I am to be fucked by my son, I am talked dirty too by my son." She swiped his cock along her slit, giving the hungry cockhead another sip of her pussy juice to bath in. She made the rigid cock slither in the wide garden of her pubic forest.
"My mother is a saint, and a queen. My mother's pussy was stretched only twice. Once when she gave birth to me, and when my cock ravished her." Guru said in a sing-song fashion.
Reshma kissed Guru, a motherly lip-kiss. She pushed the half of his bulbous head into the folds of her labia. Her soft inner lips were snug against the hard cock-meat.
"My son is a bastard. My son has no morality. He wants to fuck me morning and evening. He takes my breasts in his mouth and kisses my nipples as if I am his personal whore. He fucks me as if I am a street bitch in summer heat."
Guru stole a moment and attempted to shove his cock into his mother's cunt. Reshma stopped him. What he got is a painful fist around his girth. "Utter some dirty words, my new husband," Reshma cooed, giving his cock another sip of her cunt juice. "Or sonny's bird will not enter mommy's nest."
"Let me, Mother," Guru cried. "Or I will pull out your tits." Guru pulled at his mother's breasts as if they are a pair of young rabbits and he wants to squeeze them to death.
Reshma avenged by tightening her fist around his rod. She is not kind and his cock suffered a moment of acute pain.
"Don't dare call me mother tonight," Reshma says angrily. "I am your bride."
"My bride, let me." Guru surrenders.
"And you are such a bastard," Reshma pushed her vagina onto his cock three inches forward, "you want to make your mother your bride. And mother of your babies."
"Oh fuck," Guru cried, measuring the depth of difference in feel between the two parts of his cock, one part sunk inside his mother's cunt and other part in her grip.
"Please My Ma My Bride," Guru entreated.
It works this time. Reshma steadily pushed her son's large cock into her cunt until their pubic hairs were woven. There is no doubt that Guru has accepted her mother as his bride. Hot tears well up from her soul. Her maternal emotion releases fresh juices around her son's cock. Her pussy walls collapsed on his iron-hard manhood from all sides in eternal surrender. Her arms embraced her son victoriously. She had never thought she is capable of such sentiments.
"Guru," she wept, kissing him ferociously, "Please, call me your 'Wohti' one more time?"
"Wohti my wohti."
Maternal tenderness from her heart erupted in volcanic proportion and mixed with the sugary syrup in her womanhood. Every part of her body kissed and caressed every part of her son's body. She had never found such tender love in her heart for her son.
Guru, for the first time in his life, knows what it is meant to have a woman of his own. So radical is the change that he felt as if he is a new being, without juvenile ego, without youthful frivolity, but with the knowledge of a new door opened to the deepest recess in his heart. He hugged her not as a mother, not as a sex queen, not as an erotic witch, but simply as his wife. He felt her skin against his with hitherto unknown intimacy. He felt her breasts against his chest, her belly against his, her pubic hair against his, her pussy around his cock, and her thighs against his. These touches now had new meanings, new depths. His hand was all over her maternal back, on her gentle slopes and curves, on the fleshy moons of her ass, on the sides of her regal arms, on the nape of her slender neck, on the grace of her spinal carve. His cock lurched inside her sex with a convulsive rhythm to the victory of universally acclaimed original motherhood.
In frenzy he pushed one of his finger in her anus. To his surprise it pleased her. "Mmmm... oh yeah... yessssss," she hissed.
He kept his cock deep, grinding it inside her incredibly tight channel. His finger on her torrid anus started pushing at the center of the squinting hole, the tip started entering her ass.
She had never had so much stimulation, his thick cock in her cunt, his finger in her ass. She concentrated harder, and finally pushed out with her anus. She felt his finger entering her bottom. "Oh... oh... ohgod," she gasped.
Guru slowly pushed his finger all the way in and not only felt the hot ring of her asshole tighten around his digit, but her wet, warm cunt clenched even tighter around his thick prick. His hips pulled back and he started a steady rhythm, thrusting his cock hard and deep into her cunt, over and over again, ramming into her, sometimes grinding it deep in her for a few seconds, slowly pulling back then forcefully plunging deep again.
She knew she was only a few seconds away from cresting into the most intense orgasm of her life. Feral sounds started emanating from her throat, "Uhhhhrrrr.... urrrhhh... arrrghhhh... mmmhhhh.... oh... oh... OH! ARRRH!"
Her body convulsed with the most excruciatingly wonderful orgasm. Wave after wave of erotic pleasure coursed through her uncontrollable body. It was almost as if she was getting electric shocks, periodically making her pussy and anus clamp tightly around his still thrusting cock and twisting finger, then her abdomen clenched so hard that she could barely breathe. After each intense wave of erotic delight she thought it couldn't feel better, then the next wave would wash through her topping the one she had just experienced. "Oh... urrrrrhh... oh... oh gawwwwd," she moaned.
Guru pulled his finger from her asshole, and both his hands moved. He gripped her tits roughly, digging his fingertips into her pliant flesh. He reared back again, then rammed his thick, throbbing prick so hard and deep into her hot, quivering cunt.
"OW!" She kept twitching and shaking as her orgasm kept sending wave after wave of intense pleasure through her body. His cock became a forceful piston in her cunt. She felt a dozen fierce, fast thrusts into her. Thap-thap-thap-thap... "Oh... ohgod!"
"Tell me what you want, bitch... tell me what you want."
"I... I want you to... to fuck me.... fuck me."
He rammed his throbbing dick as hard as he could into her gooey, tight cunt. He rammed deep again and grind it in her. "Urrrh! Fu-uck!" He nearly shouted. His torso leaned over his bride mother and then froze for a moment. The first ripple started deep in his balls forcing his hot jiz up, making his thick cock swell even thicker and longer, the hot gob quickly traveled up to the head then he felt it spew out the tip. "URRH!" Another half dozen spasms of his throbbing muscle instantly followed, shooting more and more viscous jiz into her womb.
Reshma felt it. The bulbous head of her Son's cock was jammed firmly against her cervix, the sudden expansion and the instant gooey nugget of hot cream spitting into the warm confines of her womb. It kept pumping, gob after gob of viscous heat filling her, seeping around the head, then down around the length of his cock. With his gripping hands on her boobs, his fingertips digging in, his rod pumping and pumping, her own ass grinding against his groin, her cunt clenching, relaxing, clenching again in spasms against his stiff muscle with all her strength as if trying to milk him; her own orgasm finally peaked.
Her own Son had just given her more hot pleasure than she had ever experience. Her entire body was tingling, shivering with delicious pleasure and thrilling pleasure-pain. In her inebriated state, she didn't fully realize that at least some of her erotic fulfillment was from how he had fucked her, how she had loved being dominated, ordered, forced. She had loved struggling but then giving in to him, and loved not having to think. All she had to do was feel, and know his entire attention was focused on her, on her alone. She felt the last gob of hot goo spew into her stretched, convulsing cunt and she fainted.
Guru was gasping his breaths as his torso fell onto his mother. He couldn't remember the last time, if ever, he had cum so fucking hard. He kept his hands gripping her breasts for another minute as he caught his breath. His hands loosened, then his thumbs and index fingers clamped the taut, raspberry shaped nipples. He twisted them hard but there was no response. He was still breathing hard when he growled, "You wanted this, didn't you, bitch?" His jaw clenched when she didn't answer. He twisted her taut nipples the other way. "You need this, you love it, don't you, bitch?"
Finding no answer made him worried. "Ma ...Reshma..." he shouted "Are you okay"
He slapped on her face and she tried to control her breathing but couldn't, "Yeah... yeah... okay... okay."
"You're mine now. You're my exclusive obedient little doll. You'll do whatever the fuck I say from now on. Got that?" .
"Ahhh! Yes... yes, Guru... I'm... I'm yours!"
"Now you can have your sleep... you deserve it."
Saying that he yanked his softening cock from her cunt and left the room.
It was the horn of a truck that woke Guru. He had no idea how long he slept. Realising that he slept too long, he rushed to bathroom. He cleaned himself and remembered that cattle would be waiting for their food. Instead of going in he went out to their shed. It was dark because of clouds otherwise it was not early. Rain was again in the air. As he reached to cattle shed he realised that his mother already fed the cattle. He started searching her and found her milking the cow in cow shed. She was sitting on her haunches and filling a bucket with the milk. She saw Guru and smiled.
"Jaag Gaya mera Lal....was sleep good?."
"I am sorry ji....you should have awaken me."
"I went to your room but then thought you are too tired for work.'
"And you are fit for work....You should not have done cattle feeding by yourself."
"Cattle feeding is not a big work...Its all done."
"Can I help you now."
"You can pick the bucket when it gets filled."
Again she was looking so normal that for a while Guru thought everything that happened yesterday was a dream. But no, she was wearing a blue dress and took a shower again. To avoid dirt getting in her dress Reshma wbangd the lower portion of her shirt around her waist. From one angle a part of her waist and from another angle her waist band was visible. Events of last night started repeated themselves in his mind. He felt a great desire to kiss her but resisted the idea because they were not inside the house. Reshma apparently was busy in milking cow but in reality she was checking Guru. He was still eyeing her which was big positive. Some times a man starts ignoring the woman he wins once.
"Took this bucket in and bring another." she said to him
"have you said something to me."
"where is your mind....Milkman will come to collect milk soon." she told him
Realising the situation Guru took the milk filled bucket from his mother and went in to bring another. When he came back his mother shifted to next cow. She took the empty bucket from him and handed her Duppata [scarf] to him.
"Phar wey...Tang kar reha maino."
She started milking again and Guru started watching her again. This time he could see the swell of her bust clearly. How different are her udders from the udders of a cow. He thought. While those of cow were like bananas her were like juicy mangoes. As he watcher with lust she felt proud of her body. It pleased her to know that her beauty can mesmerism a young male still. She decided to tease him a little.
"Don't eat me with your eyes...get this bucket."
Guru blushed but had nothing to say. Straightening her dress, Reshma started standing up as he moved to pick the bucket. Instead of picking the bucket he gabbed her in his arms from behind. He kissed her on her open neck and let his erect pole go inside her asscheeks. At her front he grabbed her boobs and gave then a good squeeze. The attack was so sudden that Reshma failed to do anything about it. She shivered and spoke in anger. "Ungggg...Chadd maino...What are you doing Ass....I told you the milkman is about to come any minute."
Guru was not in a mood to listen her plea but then he heard Milkman calling his name.
"Ma the sora...why he has to come this moment." he said and let his mom go.
Reshma wore her duppata in haste. "wey...you look after the cows...I will meet him." She picked the bucket and moved to meet the milkman.
The milkman was a mature man of 45. Reshma was not new to him but that day he found her different. She was looking so sexy that he felt a stir in his loins.
"You are late brother." she told him
"Sister...its the rain....the paths are all dirty..."
He took the buckets from her and started pouring them in a bigger bucket. As he started leaving Reshma saw an neighbor lady approaching her house. Findind Reshma standing there she said,
"You were not in the house yesterday. I came to meet you twice, once before the rain and once after."
"Khair a Tai Banto.... was there anything urgent?"
"My daughter asked me to invite you on the marriage of her daughter Nimmo."
"She invited me herself but marriage is a week away."
"Yes, but last night we gathered for singing and dancing and you know no such meeting is complete without you."
"Tauba Tauba. Tai...Don't ask me what happened in rain...I thanked god when I made it back to home."
"Somebody told me that rain and hail damaged a big area."
"Chal chore...tell me the marriage is well underway or not?'
"Yes...everything going well."
Reshma's lips are soft, hot, and juicy. If he could stand the growing pressure of blood in his manhood, he would straight dive his face into her thighs and eat her cunt, But for now he decides to be content with only what her lips hold. He sucked her upper lip like a lollipop and her lower lip like a chewing gum.
"This is not kissing," Reshma says. "This is molestation." She pushed his hands under her waist until they are lodged on her hips. "Enjoy them," she murmured, "while I teach you how to kiss your 16 years old bride."
Guru clasped the flesh of his mother's ass, separated the ass cheeks. He reveled in their velvety smoothness. he drew the elastic of the shalwar down. There was no underwear. His hands moved until the furthest horizon of her haunches. He pushed onto the bones on her sides and enjoyed his charge. Her body became live under his grasp. His two index fingers met together and together they touched her rectum, and played with the humid orifice.
"Kanjar na hove ta kise than da..." Reshma remarked and pressed her tummy onto his ramrod. Her pointed nipples caressed his hairy chest. She took his face in her hand and kissed him full on lips.
Guru trembled at the touch of his mother's mouth on his mouth. Reshma kissed softly his Adam's apple, presses her full lips on his taut neck. Guru clasped his mother's asses for his life, leaving his finger marks on her flesh. His mother held his cheeks with her palms and touched his lips with her lips. "You must kiss your bride like this," she says, disengaging herself. She put her lips along his lips softly.
Her lips are like liquid vanilla on his lips. Her breaths were scented with jasmine. His fine chest hairs cut through her tit-flesh here and there. Mimicking his molesting kiss, she drowned his upper and lower lips respectively with the crumbling vanilla of her fluid lips.
Guru's tongue, hard and aroused, pushed of its own volley through her lips and teeth and touched her wet tongue. She accepted his tongue on the flat of her tongue; curving, she covered his oral digit from both sides, and held it there.
Caressing his tongue this way for several moments, she offered him her tongue inside his mouth. Her juicy tongue was agile against his sturdy tongue. Mother and son french kissed each other for several minutes until Guru began to slide Reshma's shalwar over her hips.
Guru took her dress off in seconds. It didn't take him long to take his off too. He wiped his face with her garments as if it is a sterile towel. He wiped his chest, his neck, and his armpits with the holy wetness of his mother's garment.
Sitting at her feet, he felt her calves and legs against his face. Raising each foot, he kissed her toes. Guru is stark naked and was looking like a Greek god.
"You want to fuck me, don't you Guru?" Reshma said, raking her pubic bush with his erect penis. She was holding it, almost painfully for him. She stroked his cock across the longitude of her raised clitoris. "If you want to fuck me, you have to talk dirty."
She positioned his ramrod along the slit of her pussy, giving the bulbous head the first sip of her pussy juice to taste. "If you don't talk dirty, you have to put up with this teasing." She pulled his rigid cock downward, tried to reach her asshole with his cock head.
Guru kept silent. If not, he wouldn't have enjoyed the sexiness of his mother. "I am a wicked mother," she says. "If I am to be fucked by my son, I am talked dirty too by my son." She swiped his cock along her slit, giving the hungry cockhead another sip of her pussy juice to bath in. She made the rigid cock slither in the wide garden of her pubic forest.
"My mother is a saint, and a queen. My mother's pussy was stretched only twice. Once when she gave birth to me, and when my cock ravished her." Guru said in a sing-song fashion.
Reshma kissed Guru, a motherly lip-kiss. She pushed the half of his bulbous head into the folds of her labia. Her soft inner lips were snug against the hard cock-meat.
"My son is a bastard. My son has no morality. He wants to fuck me morning and evening. He takes my breasts in his mouth and kisses my nipples as if I am his personal whore. He fucks me as if I am a street bitch in summer heat."
Guru stole a moment and attempted to shove his cock into his mother's cunt. Reshma stopped him. What he got is a painful fist around his girth. "Utter some dirty words, my new husband," Reshma cooed, giving his cock another sip of her cunt juice. "Or sonny's bird will not enter mommy's nest."
"Let me, Mother," Guru cried. "Or I will pull out your tits." Guru pulled at his mother's breasts as if they are a pair of young rabbits and he wants to squeeze them to death.
Reshma avenged by tightening her fist around his rod. She is not kind and his cock suffered a moment of acute pain.
"Don't dare call me mother tonight," Reshma says angrily. "I am your bride."
"My bride, let me." Guru surrenders.
"And you are such a bastard," Reshma pushed her vagina onto his cock three inches forward, "you want to make your mother your bride. And mother of your babies."
"Oh fuck," Guru cried, measuring the depth of difference in feel between the two parts of his cock, one part sunk inside his mother's cunt and other part in her grip.
"Please My Ma My Bride," Guru entreated.
It works this time. Reshma steadily pushed her son's large cock into her cunt until their pubic hairs were woven. There is no doubt that Guru has accepted her mother as his bride. Hot tears well up from her soul. Her maternal emotion releases fresh juices around her son's cock. Her pussy walls collapsed on his iron-hard manhood from all sides in eternal surrender. Her arms embraced her son victoriously. She had never thought she is capable of such sentiments.
"Guru," she wept, kissing him ferociously, "Please, call me your 'Wohti' one more time?"
"Wohti my wohti."
Maternal tenderness from her heart erupted in volcanic proportion and mixed with the sugary syrup in her womanhood. Every part of her body kissed and caressed every part of her son's body. She had never found such tender love in her heart for her son.
Guru, for the first time in his life, knows what it is meant to have a woman of his own. So radical is the change that he felt as if he is a new being, without juvenile ego, without youthful frivolity, but with the knowledge of a new door opened to the deepest recess in his heart. He hugged her not as a mother, not as a sex queen, not as an erotic witch, but simply as his wife. He felt her skin against his with hitherto unknown intimacy. He felt her breasts against his chest, her belly against his, her pubic hair against his, her pussy around his cock, and her thighs against his. These touches now had new meanings, new depths. His hand was all over her maternal back, on her gentle slopes and curves, on the fleshy moons of her ass, on the sides of her regal arms, on the nape of her slender neck, on the grace of her spinal carve. His cock lurched inside her sex with a convulsive rhythm to the victory of universally acclaimed original motherhood.
In frenzy he pushed one of his finger in her anus. To his surprise it pleased her. "Mmmm... oh yeah... yessssss," she hissed.
He kept his cock deep, grinding it inside her incredibly tight channel. His finger on her torrid anus started pushing at the center of the squinting hole, the tip started entering her ass.
She had never had so much stimulation, his thick cock in her cunt, his finger in her ass. She concentrated harder, and finally pushed out with her anus. She felt his finger entering her bottom. "Oh... oh... ohgod," she gasped.
Guru slowly pushed his finger all the way in and not only felt the hot ring of her asshole tighten around his digit, but her wet, warm cunt clenched even tighter around his thick prick. His hips pulled back and he started a steady rhythm, thrusting his cock hard and deep into her cunt, over and over again, ramming into her, sometimes grinding it deep in her for a few seconds, slowly pulling back then forcefully plunging deep again.
She knew she was only a few seconds away from cresting into the most intense orgasm of her life. Feral sounds started emanating from her throat, "Uhhhhrrrr.... urrrhhh... arrrghhhh... mmmhhhh.... oh... oh... OH! ARRRH!"
Her body convulsed with the most excruciatingly wonderful orgasm. Wave after wave of erotic pleasure coursed through her uncontrollable body. It was almost as if she was getting electric shocks, periodically making her pussy and anus clamp tightly around his still thrusting cock and twisting finger, then her abdomen clenched so hard that she could barely breathe. After each intense wave of erotic delight she thought it couldn't feel better, then the next wave would wash through her topping the one she had just experienced. "Oh... urrrrrhh... oh... oh gawwwwd," she moaned.
Guru pulled his finger from her asshole, and both his hands moved. He gripped her tits roughly, digging his fingertips into her pliant flesh. He reared back again, then rammed his thick, throbbing prick so hard and deep into her hot, quivering cunt.
"OW!" She kept twitching and shaking as her orgasm kept sending wave after wave of intense pleasure through her body. His cock became a forceful piston in her cunt. She felt a dozen fierce, fast thrusts into her. Thap-thap-thap-thap... "Oh... ohgod!"
"Tell me what you want, bitch... tell me what you want."
"I... I want you to... to fuck me.... fuck me."
He rammed his throbbing dick as hard as he could into her gooey, tight cunt. He rammed deep again and grind it in her. "Urrrh! Fu-uck!" He nearly shouted. His torso leaned over his bride mother and then froze for a moment. The first ripple started deep in his balls forcing his hot jiz up, making his thick cock swell even thicker and longer, the hot gob quickly traveled up to the head then he felt it spew out the tip. "URRH!" Another half dozen spasms of his throbbing muscle instantly followed, shooting more and more viscous jiz into her womb.
Reshma felt it. The bulbous head of her Son's cock was jammed firmly against her cervix, the sudden expansion and the instant gooey nugget of hot cream spitting into the warm confines of her womb. It kept pumping, gob after gob of viscous heat filling her, seeping around the head, then down around the length of his cock. With his gripping hands on her boobs, his fingertips digging in, his rod pumping and pumping, her own ass grinding against his groin, her cunt clenching, relaxing, clenching again in spasms against his stiff muscle with all her strength as if trying to milk him; her own orgasm finally peaked.
Her own Son had just given her more hot pleasure than she had ever experience. Her entire body was tingling, shivering with delicious pleasure and thrilling pleasure-pain. In her inebriated state, she didn't fully realize that at least some of her erotic fulfillment was from how he had fucked her, how she had loved being dominated, ordered, forced. She had loved struggling but then giving in to him, and loved not having to think. All she had to do was feel, and know his entire attention was focused on her, on her alone. She felt the last gob of hot goo spew into her stretched, convulsing cunt and she fainted.
Guru was gasping his breaths as his torso fell onto his mother. He couldn't remember the last time, if ever, he had cum so fucking hard. He kept his hands gripping her breasts for another minute as he caught his breath. His hands loosened, then his thumbs and index fingers clamped the taut, raspberry shaped nipples. He twisted them hard but there was no response. He was still breathing hard when he growled, "You wanted this, didn't you, bitch?" His jaw clenched when she didn't answer. He twisted her taut nipples the other way. "You need this, you love it, don't you, bitch?"
Finding no answer made him worried. "Ma ...Reshma..." he shouted "Are you okay"
He slapped on her face and she tried to control her breathing but couldn't, "Yeah... yeah... okay... okay."
"You're mine now. You're my exclusive obedient little doll. You'll do whatever the fuck I say from now on. Got that?" .
"Ahhh! Yes... yes, Guru... I'm... I'm yours!"
"Now you can have your sleep... you deserve it."
Saying that he yanked his softening cock from her cunt and left the room.
It was the horn of a truck that woke Guru. He had no idea how long he slept. Realising that he slept too long, he rushed to bathroom. He cleaned himself and remembered that cattle would be waiting for their food. Instead of going in he went out to their shed. It was dark because of clouds otherwise it was not early. Rain was again in the air. As he reached to cattle shed he realised that his mother already fed the cattle. He started searching her and found her milking the cow in cow shed. She was sitting on her haunches and filling a bucket with the milk. She saw Guru and smiled.
"Jaag Gaya mera Lal....was sleep good?."
"I am sorry ji....you should have awaken me."
"I went to your room but then thought you are too tired for work.'
"And you are fit for work....You should not have done cattle feeding by yourself."
"Cattle feeding is not a big work...Its all done."
"Can I help you now."
"You can pick the bucket when it gets filled."
Again she was looking so normal that for a while Guru thought everything that happened yesterday was a dream. But no, she was wearing a blue dress and took a shower again. To avoid dirt getting in her dress Reshma wbangd the lower portion of her shirt around her waist. From one angle a part of her waist and from another angle her waist band was visible. Events of last night started repeated themselves in his mind. He felt a great desire to kiss her but resisted the idea because they were not inside the house. Reshma apparently was busy in milking cow but in reality she was checking Guru. He was still eyeing her which was big positive. Some times a man starts ignoring the woman he wins once.
"Took this bucket in and bring another." she said to him
"have you said something to me."
"where is your mind....Milkman will come to collect milk soon." she told him
Realising the situation Guru took the milk filled bucket from his mother and went in to bring another. When he came back his mother shifted to next cow. She took the empty bucket from him and handed her Duppata [scarf] to him.
"Phar wey...Tang kar reha maino."
She started milking again and Guru started watching her again. This time he could see the swell of her bust clearly. How different are her udders from the udders of a cow. He thought. While those of cow were like bananas her were like juicy mangoes. As he watcher with lust she felt proud of her body. It pleased her to know that her beauty can mesmerism a young male still. She decided to tease him a little.
"Don't eat me with your eyes...get this bucket."
Guru blushed but had nothing to say. Straightening her dress, Reshma started standing up as he moved to pick the bucket. Instead of picking the bucket he gabbed her in his arms from behind. He kissed her on her open neck and let his erect pole go inside her asscheeks. At her front he grabbed her boobs and gave then a good squeeze. The attack was so sudden that Reshma failed to do anything about it. She shivered and spoke in anger. "Ungggg...Chadd maino...What are you doing Ass....I told you the milkman is about to come any minute."
Guru was not in a mood to listen her plea but then he heard Milkman calling his name.
"Ma the sora...why he has to come this moment." he said and let his mom go.
Reshma wore her duppata in haste. "wey...you look after the cows...I will meet him." She picked the bucket and moved to meet the milkman.
The milkman was a mature man of 45. Reshma was not new to him but that day he found her different. She was looking so sexy that he felt a stir in his loins.
"You are late brother." she told him
"Sister...its the rain....the paths are all dirty..."
He took the buckets from her and started pouring them in a bigger bucket. As he started leaving Reshma saw an neighbor lady approaching her house. Findind Reshma standing there she said,
"You were not in the house yesterday. I came to meet you twice, once before the rain and once after."
"Khair a Tai Banto.... was there anything urgent?"
"My daughter asked me to invite you on the marriage of her daughter Nimmo."
"She invited me herself but marriage is a week away."
"Yes, but last night we gathered for singing and dancing and you know no such meeting is complete without you."
"Tauba Tauba. Tai...Don't ask me what happened in rain...I thanked god when I made it back to home."
"Somebody told me that rain and hail damaged a big area."
"Chal chore...tell me the marriage is well underway or not?'
"Yes...everything going well."
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