25-03-2023, 09:31 PM
As the old man stopped at the temple, and honked, a Young Temple Priest opened the door and let our car in and locked the door from inside. As Ramagopalan started taking his car to park, “the temple looks empty,” as my mom exclaimed, “yeah, today is the temple Holiday, it's just us now,” Ramagoplan said and parked the car. “Let's go,” as Ramagopalan said, “you guys carry on, I will take a rest in the Car,” I said. “Are you sure?” as Ramagopalan asked, “yeah,” I said. “Ram, come on, come with us,” as my mom tried to force me, “Sumathi, let him stay here,” the old man said in a bold tone and winked at my mom. Clearly understanding there was something kinky that was going to happen between them, I pretended to be asleep and let them go. After a good half an hour or so, as I got out of the Car and began searching for them, there was pin drop silence all over with just the sound of mom’s bangles coming from a small room.
As I gently opened the small window of the small room which was serving as the Temple’s Musicians’ Changing room, the old man was hugging my mom who was in her Yellow Saree and matching Red blouse, and was kissing my mom’s lips and my mom was wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips back. As the Temple Priest was scratching his cock over his dhoti and watching the old man enjoying kissing my mom’s lips, “Cheenu, go out please,” as the old man said, hugging my mom, “Sir, please Sir, I will just watch, I promise,” the Temple Priest begged. “I know why you are here, go and wait outside and watch out for people,” as the old man said, “Sir, I have closed and locked the Temple from inside tight and no one will come here,” the Temple Priest said. He was a pretty young priest, must be in his early 20s. “Cheenu, are you going out or not?” as the old man said, “Please, Sir, I will even touch your feet if you let me watch how to enjoy this Beauty, Sir,” the Temple Priest, who was crazy about my mom, and so badly wanted to at least watch how the old man enjoys my mom as he somehow knew that the old man would never let him have my mom, begged the old man and even fell on his feet. My mom, who is a religious woman, and always respected the Temple Priests regardless of their age, immediately broke the hug with the old man and held the Temple Priest and lifted him up. “Swamy, you don’t have to touch our feet,” my mom said and looked at the old man, “Ramagopalan, let him watch,” as my mom, who was already horny, exclaimed, “Sumathi, you don’t know about his, baby,” the old man said. “I don’t want to know anything about him, the poor guy just wants to watch, let him watch,” my mom said looking at the old man, deep inside she has been enjoying all the attention he was getting from the yount Temple Priest who she has been noticing ogling at her ever since she entered the Temple along with the Old Man. “What if he says he wants to join us in the middle?”, as the old man asked, his Nokia phone began to ring, “it's your husband,” the old man said and began talking over the phone and went out of the room. “What if you say you want to join us in the middle?” as my mom whispered asking the Temple Priest, “Sumathi,... can I call you Sumathi?” as the young Temple Priest whispered, “yeah,” my mom said. “Sumathi, what if I feel like joining you?”, as the temple priest whispered, “just try to control yourself okay?”, as my mom was whispering, the old man, though was on the phone, his eyes were all over my mom and the young Priest. “Sumathi, you are too hot, how can I control myself,” as the young priest whispered, for a moment my mom started feeling proud of herself that this young Priest was finding her hot. “You have to, or else Ramagopalan will get you out, as this temple belongs to him, you know right?”, as my mom whispered, “at least convince him to let me watch him enjoy kissing your yummy lips,” the young priest, who was desperate about my mom and crazy about my mom almost begged my mom. “Don’t worry, I will convince him to let you watch more than kissing, okay?” as my mom whispered, “my God, my God… can’t believe this is happening,” the temple priest exclaimed. That’s when my phone started Vibrating, and closing the small window opening through which I was watching the whole thing I went to answer my wife who was calling me from Canada. By the time I quickly informed my wife that we have reached India and I will call her back later, I went to check on my mom, the old man was back and had made the young priest sit in the corner, and the old man was removing his shirt and pants, watching my mom removing her yellow saree. Though my mom was removing her saree in a sexy way with an innocent face, she was clearly aware of the young Priest’s presence and was teasing him.
As I gently opened the small window of the small room which was serving as the Temple’s Musicians’ Changing room, the old man was hugging my mom who was in her Yellow Saree and matching Red blouse, and was kissing my mom’s lips and my mom was wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips back. As the Temple Priest was scratching his cock over his dhoti and watching the old man enjoying kissing my mom’s lips, “Cheenu, go out please,” as the old man said, hugging my mom, “Sir, please Sir, I will just watch, I promise,” the Temple Priest begged. “I know why you are here, go and wait outside and watch out for people,” as the old man said, “Sir, I have closed and locked the Temple from inside tight and no one will come here,” the Temple Priest said. He was a pretty young priest, must be in his early 20s. “Cheenu, are you going out or not?” as the old man said, “Please, Sir, I will even touch your feet if you let me watch how to enjoy this Beauty, Sir,” the Temple Priest, who was crazy about my mom, and so badly wanted to at least watch how the old man enjoys my mom as he somehow knew that the old man would never let him have my mom, begged the old man and even fell on his feet. My mom, who is a religious woman, and always respected the Temple Priests regardless of their age, immediately broke the hug with the old man and held the Temple Priest and lifted him up. “Swamy, you don’t have to touch our feet,” my mom said and looked at the old man, “Ramagopalan, let him watch,” as my mom, who was already horny, exclaimed, “Sumathi, you don’t know about his, baby,” the old man said. “I don’t want to know anything about him, the poor guy just wants to watch, let him watch,” my mom said looking at the old man, deep inside she has been enjoying all the attention he was getting from the yount Temple Priest who she has been noticing ogling at her ever since she entered the Temple along with the Old Man. “What if he says he wants to join us in the middle?”, as the old man asked, his Nokia phone began to ring, “it's your husband,” the old man said and began talking over the phone and went out of the room. “What if you say you want to join us in the middle?” as my mom whispered asking the Temple Priest, “Sumathi,... can I call you Sumathi?” as the young Temple Priest whispered, “yeah,” my mom said. “Sumathi, what if I feel like joining you?”, as the temple priest whispered, “just try to control yourself okay?”, as my mom was whispering, the old man, though was on the phone, his eyes were all over my mom and the young Priest. “Sumathi, you are too hot, how can I control myself,” as the young priest whispered, for a moment my mom started feeling proud of herself that this young Priest was finding her hot. “You have to, or else Ramagopalan will get you out, as this temple belongs to him, you know right?”, as my mom whispered, “at least convince him to let me watch him enjoy kissing your yummy lips,” the young priest, who was desperate about my mom and crazy about my mom almost begged my mom. “Don’t worry, I will convince him to let you watch more than kissing, okay?” as my mom whispered, “my God, my God… can’t believe this is happening,” the temple priest exclaimed. That’s when my phone started Vibrating, and closing the small window opening through which I was watching the whole thing I went to answer my wife who was calling me from Canada. By the time I quickly informed my wife that we have reached India and I will call her back later, I went to check on my mom, the old man was back and had made the young priest sit in the corner, and the old man was removing his shirt and pants, watching my mom removing her yellow saree. Though my mom was removing her saree in a sexy way with an innocent face, she was clearly aware of the young Priest’s presence and was teasing him.
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