Misc. Erotica The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Sathya Krishnan

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Murthy’s second son Kumar, who did not have the hard work of removing my mom’s saree, blouse, and petticoat, used to readily borrow my mom from his elder brother and start kissing my mom’s lips.  Since he was rude and handled her roughly, my mom never kissed his lips back, she only used to let him kiss her lips.  He had this habit of biting my mom’s lips, which made my mom be aware and watch out for his teeth while kissing her lips.  My mom only gave Murthy’s second son a minute or two to kiss her lips, and after that she used to readily go to Murthy to let him take her to the bedroom and make love.



It was not just Murthy’s sons who were dying to have a piece of my mom, my brother-in-law Raman, too.