Misc. Erotica The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Sathya Krishnan

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“Sathya?!” the hero called from inside.  As my mom and my sister entered inside, this is our movie cameraman, “Cameraman sir, this is Sathya,” as the hero started introducing my mom and was about to introduce my sister, “wow, such a homely face and a sexy physique, perfect village beauty, perfect to be your heroine, Hero Sir,” the Cameraman exclaimed and held my mom’s face softly with his right hand and looked at my mom’s lips, “mmmmmmmm nice natural lips, she has,” the cameraman said and looked at my mom’s boobs over her saree, and took his hands off my mom’s face and placed it over her waist, and turned my mom around and looked at my mom’s ass over her saree.  “Book her immediately, Producer sir, she will be a perfect heroine for the story,” as the cameraman said, everybody started laughing, including my mom.  “What happened?  Why are you all laughing?” the Cameraman asked.  “Cameraman sir, she is not the heroine we selected, she is Heroine’s mom,” the director said and laughed.  “Then who is the heroine?” the cameraman asked.  “This is the heroine, her name is Ammu,” the hero said, going behind my sister and putting his arm around her shoulder.  “She is the heroine? You gotta be kidding me, she looks like his daughter,” the cameraman said.  “No, Ammu is perfect for me,” the hero exclaimed and hugged my sister from behind.  “I think Sathya is perfect for you, Hero sir.  She has a great body, nice boobs, nice ass, nice waist, and she will be just perfect for you to romance,” as the cameraman was saying, my mom was blushing and at the same time feeling proud of herself.  “No, I want to act with Ammu only,” the hero said adamantly like a child.