Misc. Erotica The Big Fat Two-State Wedding (Complete)

[Mintu08]

Chapter 35

Next Morning :

"Haila khub zyada asa vat tei! hehe" (She got it hard it seems!)

"Hmmmm mala pan asa vat tei! Khub maage chudas kele teni!) (I also think so. She got fucked well from behind it seems)

"Tenna khoob motha hoil azun hehe!" (Her ass will surely get fatter slowly hehe)

Some crude comments came from the nosey housemaids in perticular and Debosree couldn't face them at all, with her stammering walk. She was dressed in a beautiful red chiffon saree with a maroon backlesss blouse for the grand Reception morning, but her feet and ass ached to walk for long. Such was the anal sex she recieved from Harsh, who smiled and stood besides her. His smile bothered the bobby even more because of the animalistic behavior last night.

"Chee......I am sure they are discussing us! Harsh.....uh it aches so much..." 

Debosree pouted, not getting what the maids discussed in Marathi, but she was sure it was gestured towards her.  But then, what surprised her more was how she spoke to Harsh right now. A current passed her body when she realised how feminine she sounded with her words and she blushed looking down.

"Oh hey Debosree, right?"

Debosree shivered a bit an the unknown strong male voice, but she looked upto see a very strong bulked up man with a reasonable pot belly but a very massive build. He apparently looked like one of those rural Pehelwaans and he sported a typical Maharashtrian moustache in the Khandoba style and his salt pepper hair was neatly combed.

"Oh hey mamu!! what a surprise!" Harsh smiled and hugged the man briefly, who hugged his nephew back and he was none other than Gopal, Prajakta's brother!

Gopal wore a simple kurta pajama which were both white in color and this contrasted well with his dark wheatish tone. Debosree noticed he was as much as a hulkish guy like Harsh and Daksh, perhaps even more bulkier and massive in weight.

"Debosree, ah! Harsh, kiti chaan dhisti hai re! (She is so beautiful Harsh!)

Debosree felt it would be rude to not touch the feet, but Gopal was a straightforward man, he straightaway hugged the bobby and his massive chest made Debosree stirr a bit, making her wonder how strong the man was.

"Arei, forget the feet!! they are dated customs beta. Hug is more authentic, right Harshu?" Gopal smirked.

"Yes mamu, for sure!" Harsh smiled back.

"Where is Dakshu re?" Mohan looked around and then smiled when he saw Daksh step forward with Pallavi, who looked as gorgeous as Debosree in her pink chiffon saree with a purple backless blouse. She looked fresh with a smile and the more Debosree looked at her ex-wife's beautiful pink glossed smile, the more she felt her male mind burning, but a stirr passed her female soul when she felt the firm palm of Harsh on her shoulder.

Debosree was fed up with living in both worlds at the same time, and she just sighed and looked at Pallavi greeting Mohan with a smile.

"Namaste mamaji!" Pallavi smiled and recieved a warm hug from Mohan and she too smelled the musky scent from the man, which was pretty manly. 

Blushing, Pallavi broke the hug and adjusted her saree which apparently showcased her cleavage well and then she rushed to Debosree, eyeing her from top to down with a mischevious smile. 

Debosree hated to assume the reason behind the smile, however Pallavi purred, complimenting he ex-husband...

"Debu, you are looking amazing......but umm....why were you stammering so much?"

Debosree dropped a tricklet of sweat on that question from Pallavi. She blushed deep and it added more beauty to her freshened up face and her red glossed lips pursed against each other. Pallavi had to admit that the glossy red color suited Debosree so much, but she was more eager to know the reason for the stammering and she hid a devilish smile with her manicured pink fingers.

"Uh...........its not what you are thinking!! eeessh!" Debosree murmured with anger towards her ex-wife and was even more enraged to see how the devilish giggle was hid well by her.

In the meantime, inside a grand Rolls Royce, Promila and Subosree sat comfortably and it was Promila who looked outside the window to see Marathi hoardings and Hindi hoardings of Bollywood films and other Advertisements, something so different from the Bengali banners she was used to.

Subosree too looked outside, but her heart was beating somewhat faster in the pursuit of meeting Debosree in perticular. She barely had any empathy or feelings for Pallavi and still considered her nothing less than a ruthless bitch for approving the Bobbyfication of her once-dadabhai!

However, Promila felt an amazing comfort with the cushioned chair of the grand expensive car she was in. She marvelled the sheer richness of the Kulkarnis and suddenly she felt a new side of her coming out!

A side where a greedy deprived woman came out!

Promila remembered the moments when Debosree's father would cut down to minimum budgets and keep her just barely content with things. Now the sudden comfort of the Rolls Royce made her bite her lower lip and she ran her fingers on the cushioned seat and she did it with very dreamy eyes, and this gesture of hers was easily caught by Subosree, who just then decided to open up her heart to her mother at that very moment...

"Maa, ummmm I am just wondering...."

"About what shona?" Promila cooed. Her eyes not having made any contact with her daughter, rather the pupils were busy admiring the interior of the car and her senses enjoying the smooth AC inside.

"Maa, dadabhai........I hope he is oka............"

"SHUBU! HOW MANY TIMES I WILL HAVE TO TELL YOU??" Promila sounded angry this time and her anger almost shook the poor girl and she felt a major thumping pass through her heart.

"Debosree is your didibhai now!!! Why do you keep remembering the past? Uff......why do you keep fueling my heart with more fire of angst?? I have accepted the reality with uh.........so much difficulty!" 

Promila for the few moments really regretted the fact that her son was bobbyfied, but then she changed her tone to her maternal one once more and she touched the hand of her almost terrified daughter....

"Subu, Debu is married to a man now! We will have to accept the awful reality, but it is true.........."

Promila suddenly remembered the bicep bulge of her damaad Harsh and she blushed with a delicious evil feeling inside. Infact, she also remembered Mr Kulkarni who looked manly too, being the father and she had to admit the family had all Masculine hunks. 

"I had forgotten maa..............so...rry....." Subosree mewed and looked outside the window to see the beauty of Mumbai and she forgot about the conversation soon. 

Within the next few moments, the Rolls royce reached the Kulkarni villa and Pushpa was the one to attend both mother and daughter. Promila was surprised to see Pushpa in a traditional Marathi saree getup with a sexy Nathani and she immediately hugged both Promila and Subosree. 

"Welcome!! you both look so beautiful!!" Pushpa purred with a smile and Promila blushed more this time. Subosree sheepishly smiled but she wide-eyed at her mother who blushed like a young budding woman herself and the flattered widow knew she was worth the compliment because of what she wore...

A Lime green chiffon saree with a tangy orange sleevless blouse. Her well curved fair arms welcomed the sunlight beautifully which made a wide circular glow patch on it and she was glad she arranged the audacity to wear a fully colored saree and blouse after a long time.

"Hmmm thank you.........."

"Madam must have insisted right?" Pushpa naughtily smirked.

Promila blushed again on being realised that she submitted so easily to the dominant Mrs Kulkarni and she just managed to nodd like a shy damsel.

"Subosree, right?" Pushpa smiled to the not so amused girl, who just nodded sheepishly. However, then Pushpa turned to Promila once more with a purr...

"Your daughter is ready for her mandap too hmmmm!"

Promila smiled again while Subosree didn't actually like the straight-forward nature of the P.A and was actually amazed to how Pushpa was even comfortable flaunting her cleavage with the pallu aside. More than a P.A or a Host, she looked like some damsel for enticement.

Anyways, Promila and Subosree walked inside the lavish home, followed by Pushpa and both mother and daughter couldn't help but adore the lavishness of the interiors. Golden framed pictures of various Maratha art adorned the wallspaces of the threshold itself and once they both reached inside the lavish hall, the motherly eyes of Promila looked for both Pallavi and Debosree, untill she shivered a bit with a hand on her shoulder. The person was none other than Pallavi and Promila had sparkled her eyes the moment she saw her!

"Palo........shonamuni!" Promila smiled wide very slowly, noticing the glow on the girl's face. A glow which Pallavi never had during her previous marriage!

"Mamuni!!!!" Pallavi almost teary eyed hugged the elderly widow and the hug was a genuine one. The support she had recieved from Promila post-divorce was something Pallavi could never forget and she made sure it was a longer hug and Promila too hugged with full grace.

After the hug broke, Pallavi realised something amazing and she studied the figure of her ex-mother-in-law very carefully. Subosree had no intention to even say a hello to the same woman who left her bobbyfied brother all alone, but the friendly relation of her mother with her ex-boudi made her agitated.

"I wonder how maa forgave her so easily!!! hmmph!" Subosree pouted in her mind.

"Hmmmmmmmm mamuni! You look different!" Pallavi cooed naughtily, noticing the vibrant colored saree on the well curved body of Promila, who blushed sweetly and cooed...."My colored saree?"

"I never saw you wearing such a radiant one before! mamuni, you look gorgeous!!!" Pallavi mewed sweetly and admired the design of the saree and Promila was glad she dared to wear the saree, the compliments from both Pushpa and Pallavi was worth it.

However, just then a small tremor passed Promila when Daksh appeared and touched her feet in respect. The sheer stature and presence of the Maratha hunk almost made the elderly widow shiver a bit and then she touched his head with a small murmur..."God bless you both!"

Daksh stood up straight and held the bare exposed flesh of Pallavi and they both smiled at Promila as a happy couple. Promila smiled too and realised the honest happiness in Pallavi's face and she thought it was quite natural because Daksh clearly seemed to be a sattisfying husband in all means. In the meantime, Subosree got this oppurtunity to study the Herculean frame of Daksh from up-close for the first time and his bicep bulge within his kurta made her awe with a latent lusty delight, but she managed to hide the glow of it on her face, while Daksh then looked at her saali and cooed....

"Subosree, right?"

"Hi.........." Subosree just sheepishly smiled and out of a sudden shyness, avoided eye contact, while Pallavi teased her ex-nanad with a naughty tone......

"Subu!!!! Hmmmmmmmmm thats a gorgeous salwar-kameez!! So good to see you!"

Pallavi wanted to hug, but Subosree resisted and just half-smiled. The radiancy in her ex-boudi's face angered her even more.

"Daksh, isn't she looking lovely?" Pallavi purred gesturing to the young girl.

"Hmmmmmm........for sure! Quite eligible for marriage I must say!" The hunk eyed Subosree from top to down and cooed.

Subosree was shocked at the conversation and she defended herself by pouting......."Uhmm no........I am studing and have no intention to marry now!"

"Dhatt!! the moment you fall in the arms of a sexy hunk, you will forget studies and college!!!! Hey, Daksh, why don't we randomly announce her engagement here? some stud must be ready to wed her who knows......."

Pallavi giggled naughtily while Daksh smiled at the naughty frivolous nature of his wife, while Subosree clenched her fist and was shocked at the awful crude words from Pallavi. She realised the bitchy woman had turned a bit more crude post-marriage to her rich husband and she just made a grimace of a face, pouting... "Please, let me decide that!"

"Oh okaay..........relax Shubu, I was just kidding!! hey, have you met your Debu didi yet?" Pallavi passed a warm normal smile this time, while Subosree nodded in a no and she left the space to look forward to Debosree.

"She is mad at your or something?" Daksh murmured to Pallavi once Subosree left.

"She is just not happy to admit the fact that I divorced my ex-husband only to m....a rr y.........a h.......u n k  ..... like you!"

Daksh added some more spice into the words by his wife........"And that same man is now bobbyfied and married to my brother hmmmmmmmmmm.... is she mad at that fact too?"

Pallavi hated to admit that this frisky talk was turning her on for some reason. She just passed a wicked devilsh smile and admired her diamond ring on her manicured finger and then looked upto her hunk husband with a whisper which brought their lips very close now.....

"I hate it when you humiliate Debu! If she wasn't bobbyfied, would my devar get such a gorgeous wife, hmmmmmm?"

Pallavi used a seductive tone which made Daksh hard immediataly and he wanted to grab her and push her against the wall and strip her off in order to make raw animalistic love to her, but the sanskaari modesty in him made him resist the wild feeling and he just nibbled on his wife's golden earing, with a whisper.....

"Never knew I had such a kinky naughty wife! I love it when you sound so devilishly wicked Pallavi!"

Pallavi had a lusty smile too and she grabbed the firm wrist of Daksh and managed to pull him on to a safe isolated corner and the moment they reached there, she bit her lower lip and cooed.....

"Kiss me!"

"Hmmmmmmm horny already?"

"You turned the boiler on!!! 'Mosh kothakar!! (Bull-like!)

"Mosh?" Daksh raised an eyebrow, while Pallavi caught the sleeves of his kurta and made him lean forward, while she hissed........"It means a Bull!"

Daksh smiled and mashed his lips to his wife's. They kissed with closed eyes, forgetting about the crowd in the house for some moments. However with the spreading of the crowds, they kept the kiss short and returned back to attend the guests. Pallavi however still remained horny inside and she could barely wait to get intimate again! She attended the guests with a smile that assured Daksh that she was happy to be his wife.

............

Meantime :

"Maa........" Debosree uttered the word with a lot of embarrassment. She felt awful in facing her mother and sister in the condition she was in, specially with her hip and ass pain due to the anal ramming by Harsh last night.

"Debu oh.........." Promila hugged Debosree and kissed her forehead with all the maternal love in the world. Even if she was bobbified, she was nevertheless Promila's first dear child!

However Debosree was surprised to see her mother in a colored saree amd blouse and it was certainly odd for her to see her like that after many ears since her father's death, but she didn't mind much, because she was more engrossed in her own emotions.

Right after Promila, Subosree hugged Debosree next and the bobby hugged her sister back. While doing so, the girl was again embarrased to find out the warmth of Debosree's breasts against her own smaller ones. It was hard for her to believe the fact that just some months ago, the bobby had been a fully normal male.

"How are you didibhai??" Subosree still had strong warm feelings for Debosree, being the usual sweet sister.

"I am......okay!" Debosree sheepishly smiled, then she greeted Harsh besides her who touched Promila's feet for blessings and once more, the widow noticed the coupling of the two! She had to again shamelessly admit that the hunk was far superior to Debosree's old male version. Just then, Prajakta herself joined in and she had a good look at her samdhan. Her eyes alone made Promila shiver a bit as she too adored the hefty Maratha woman in her expensive chiffon saree with loads of sparkling Jewelry, consisiting of both gold and diamond!

"So nice to see you atlast Promila!" Prajakta hugged her samdhan and a smiling Promila hugged her back. The moment she hugged the hefty lady, she felt a jolt pass through her own body. The hefty body of Prajakta supported some of the most humongous melons which were far bigger than Promila's own medium sized ones and that too slighty on the saggy side, infact she felt her own breasts squished easily by the Maratha lady's.

Anyway, Promila broke the hug and the very next moment Prajakta held her hand firm, this shook the lady and then she heared... "Promila, come with me, let me introduce you to a special guest of mine!"

Once Promila and Prajakta left, Debosree just wondered how dominating her saans was with her mother, who apparently was quite submissive. But just then, Harsh grabbed her shoulder and made her face him. The hunk studied the beautiful features of his bobby wife.......

Gold Round earings!

A fat dose of sindoor on the maang!

Beautiful dark eye lashes and a pair of lips which only invited long slurpy kisses!

Harsh grabbed the waist straightaway and kissed the cheek without any hesitation. The sudden kiss made Debosree cringe and she insisted....."Harsh please, not infront of all..........."

"Oh Debosree..................how insanely lusty you make me with this beauty of yours! I am so happy to have you!" 

However just then, some more guests came over and Harsh stood still again, while Debosree felt the itch to look for Pallavi and Daksh! Her heart started beating faster in the whole thought of where they could be. She decided to go and look for them, not that she was too bothered about them, but a strange voice inside her insisted her to do so. 

On the other hand, Prajakta took Promila to another corner of the hall where mostly her middle aged-couple friends gossiped and had drinks and meals. The sight of the couples of her own age made Promila feel a little empty untill Prajakta raised her voice to a figure a little afar...

"Over here bhau!!!"

Promila turned to see the person coming towards them and the moment the man stepped ahead with a beaming smile underneath his moostache, a tremor passed the widow!

"Promila, meet my brother Mohan!"

The well built rugged middle aged man smiled and did a traditonal namaste to Promila, who felt a strange breeze pass her body at the mere gaze of the proffesional pehelwaan. 

"Namaste...." The widow could only manage to pout softly. Her gaze crazily magnetized towards the bulked up hefy man who possessed an apparently dominant persona and then he smirked further....

"Praju, your samdhan is very beautiful! I must say"

Promila blushed and wondered what to say. It's been ages she had been complimented by a man, the last time it was her own husband and that too when Debosree was a young child!

Mohan stepped a bit more ahead and scanned his eyes around Promila's body, making her feel slightly uncomfortable, but later he continued to converse...

"Promilaji, I don't see your husband....." 

"She is a widow Mohan!" Prajakta softly mumbled to her brother, but she had a smirk to which Mohan got the clue and his cock throbbed a bit instantly. Promila belonged to his generation and he felt the urge to know her more, but he didn't want to rush. With a smile, he excused himself, while Promila still felt shivers from the mere eyes of the bull like man.

Prajakta noticed the panic and the pout on her samdhan's face and she pinched a small portion of the widow's exposed hip, sending a shiver inside her and she moaned a bit, but then kept silent in embarrassment of letting the small moan out.

"Uff...Promila, relax...you almost moaned like a young budding woman eager to be wedded soon!"

"Dhatt....didi...its not like that!" Promila blushed and looked down, making sure her pallu was properly dbangd on her shoulder. The memory of Mohan's stare still couldn't be erased from her mind and here her own samdhan was teasing her too. 

"It's Tai! Not didi! Should I spank your butt infront of all?" Prajakta jokingly sounded stern and the word 'spank' made Promila feel a tremor pass her body and she apologized like a sweet collegegirl...."Sorry...tai!"

Prajakta enjoyed dominating the Bengali widow and she realised a deep submissive syndrome in her quite easily, but she also knew that these games were to be played with convenience and subtly. Promila sighed and stood still again, wondering her eyes here and there to see if anyone heared the crude comment from Prajakta, but the hefty lady assured her with a touch on the shoulder and then after a blink, she cooed..

"Your daughters are obedient bahus! But Debosree is yet to be more mannered!"

Promila nodded silently with two minds. The first one being empathetic to her bobbyfied son and the second mind of being insulted a bit because she recieved a complaint from her samdhan!

Prajakta added some more spicy dominance by stepping a bit more near to the widow and murmuring in a dark tone....

"Debosree is now married to my younger son and she has to behave like a well mannered wife! A well mannered woman who will serve my son all her life!! You should have spanked and scolded her long back when she returned from the bobby agency!! But anyways....leave it to me!"

Prajakta then sighed and left Promila alone to attend her other friends, leaving the widow to her own random thoughts. The slow insult from Prajakta made her a bit angry on Debosree and she forgot about Mohan for the moment and decided to admonish her bobby daughter gently, sometime later. Just then, she felt another shiver when a random hand touched her shoulder! She looked behind to find a smiling Pushpa.

"Come along, I will show you your guest room!" 

Promila sheepishly smiled and followed the P.A of her samdhan and she awed how the girl had a sway on her backside we she walked ahead. When Promila reached her room, she admired the lavishness of the large bedroom and feeling a bit tired, she laid on the bed with a thought in mind....

"I will have a talk with Debu later on..."

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Some moments later : 

Subosree realised her guest room was no less than a lavish 5sl star hotel room. She was awed with the beautiful design of the Italian tiles and the rich wallpaper looked amazing on the walls, but what made her more curious was the pictures that were framed on the wall. 

Art Pictures of Strong Maratha men pleasuring semi naked women! Apparently the men resembled the god Khandoba and the women were apparently his wives!

Subosree blinked and studied the amazing muscle defination of the art work and she blushed. She was actually kind of horny from meeting both Harsh and Daksh, because they were the typical Pehelwan types who always made her hot and she would seldom masturbate on such images of men. Infact she easily remembered the Macho Squad magazine all of a sudden, but didn't regret not bringing it, because she currently had a very mischievous smile, when she looked at the pictures.

A horny Subosree wanted to get off after a hectic plane journey, but before she could proceed anywhere after biting her lower lip, the door slammed opened!

Subosree almost felt a sudden shiver pass her when the door opened and Pratiksha walked in. She still had her lavish saree and blouse clad and she walked with grace untill she reached close to the bong girl. Subosree felt a slight discomfort with the sudden entering of the girl, but Pratiksha had a naughty smile and she very well knew Subosree had surely seen the framed pictures on the wall.

"Subu right?" Pratiksha smirked.

"It's Subosree!" Subosree hated the tone from Debosree's nanad.

"But I will call you Subu! Heyyy..we are sisters in a way too right? Your bhayiiyaaa is my bhaaabhi now!!! Hehe.."

Subosree felt embarassed and she wondered what to say. She hated to realise that Pratiksha knew the history of Debosree and what bothered her more was how easily Debosree had immersed in the role of a woman. She remembered how Harsh had held her shoulder and how her ass swayed within the chiffon saree, like any other female!

*SNAP"

"Huh...ohh...ummm" Subosree was snapped back to reality by Pratiksha, who just stood and studied the figure of her bhabhi's sister!

"Hmmmmmmmm.... Maal!" Pratiksha smirked and winked.

"What did you say??" Subosree couldn't believe the audacity of the girl, she was barely acquainted with.

"A maal! Takatak maal! Mast podi ahes tu!!" (A sexy girl you are!)

Subosree didn't understand the Marathi compliment, but the word maal disturbed her and she shrugged and looked to the other side, pouting...

"That was impolite! I need to rest, if you don't mind!!!"

Pratiksha had read the girl's eyes. There was some latent horniness inside Subosree's round big eyes for sure and Debosree's nanad smirked and lightly ran a nail on the bong girl's cheek before leaving the room. However she peeked once more from outside and cooed..."Rest well! We have an important program in the evening!"

Once Pratiksha left the room, Subosree murmured in a bit of rage....

"Oshobbho! Chengra me kothakar!" (Shameless intolerable girl!)

But then Subosree's mental state got back to the peaceful scenario inside the lavish guest room and she sat on her bed with a sigh. No sooner did she sit, she almost immersed in the supremely comfortable matress of the bed and it relaxed her even more. Her kissable pouty lips opened up to murmur a slow silent..."Hmmm wow...."

With another sigh of comfort, the bong girl realised her horny state once more and she glanced naughtily at the framed picture of the nearest wall. The frame belonged to an art work of a man clung to a woman with her legs wrapped around him. The position was quite crude and the cock of the man apparently was lodged well between her thighs. Although it was all an art work, the expressions, the body definition was well captured.

Subosree then laid on the comfortable bed and allowed her head to rest on the lavish big pillow. While she rested, she again looked at the picture and she bit her lip while slowly getting her hand on her kameez clad breasts softly. One thing she noticed about the pictures on the wall, was the fact that the art women had big breasts which were mashed against the chest of their lovers.

The mashed image enticed the horny state of Subosree and she mauled her clothed breasts and her feet cling to each other, with toes curling in lust. She subconsciously looked down to see her hands mauling her own smaller breasts and she burnt with a bit of jealousy to see the bigger ones of the women in the art work around.

But anyways, the tiresome flight journey had made the bong girl want to release all the stress and for a moment, she forgot all about Debosree, her mother, Pallavi and all, and rather she shamelessly focussed on herself and she now got her hands down to cope of a brief feel of her clothed mound which quivered by now. No matter how much she resisted, her mind went back to the image of the two couples...

Pallavi with Daksh and Debosree with Harsh!

A horny Subosree couldn't deny the fact that the hunks looked good with their wives on their side and she felt a kinky tickle down her spine when she visualised both her ex-boudi and her once-dadabhai engrossed with their manly husbands. Specially Debosree!

Subosree felt a devilish wicked enticement in visualising Debosree with Harsh, and what were the possibilities of their sexual chemistry...

Did he pleasure her to the fullest?

Did she resist or submit?

Was she fucked well on the first night?

Did she enjoy submitting to a manly man?

Subosree hated to admit the Bobbyfication of Debosree, but she couldn't deny the visual of her gorgeous didi with Harsh. With a sexy lip bite, the shameless young sister touched herself at various placed softly with the thought of Harsh and Daksh pleasuring their wives, although she could never admit lusty self to Debosree anytime, rather she rubbed and mauled her clothed body in lust with the images of Harsh pleasuring her bobbified brother in all the pleasurable ways possible.

The images in her mind were so wicked, so lusty and so deliciously wrong and yet so insane that Subosree reached a mini orgasm with a low moan and she hugged and sighed with a hand to mouth embarassing reaction. She couldn't believe she came at the mere thought of just seeing Harsh with her didibhai and her wicked subconscious mind yearned to find out more!

However, Subosree soon fell asleep with a quick nap. The minor orgasm was enough to make her immerse in so. 

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Meantime :

Debosree and Promila were at the balcony where the bobby hugged her mother with small tears in her eyes. Promila just smiled and broke the hug, holding her daughter's hand and then realised how soft the palm was. A shameless voice inside the widow pouted into her mind....

"Debu always had such soft palms.......no way he was the masculine...."

Promila's thought broke when Debosree purred....."maa.... I feel awful..... this is all so insane!!"

Promila brushed a strand of hair from her Bobby son's forehead and kissed a peck on there, murmuring maternally...

"Oh Debu, don't be so disheartened.... You will make me sad! As a mother, I only wish to see you happy beta!"

Debosree wanted to spill out about the pain she faced during the hard anal sex, the awful cunny fucking she recieved from Harsh, but how on earth would she be able to share this with her own mother! She wondered, however the conversation slowly turned darker as Promila sat with Debosree on a large lavish swing on the grand balcony. A small tremor passed the bobby when her mother lifted her chin up and cooed softly...

"Debu, ummm...I don't know how to say this.....but, was he gentle?"

"Maa!!!! I....I can't answer that..." Debosree shivered and felt more embarrassed on being enquired by her mother of all people!

A small memory of Harsh's hard cock entering her wet cunny popped up in the bobby's mind and she bit her lip. Being a woman, Promila understood her child's mind and she sighed with a gasp. A gasp which she let out with the thought that probably Harsh had given Debosree a healthy sexual pleasure for sure, keeping in mind his stature and built.

"Aaha re...eeesshh...did it hurt beta?" Promila was suddenly curious to know how the manly man handled her daughter! At this moment, she realised there was no use of keeping the earlier memories of Debosree as her son! The bobby made facial gestures, walked, moved and sounded so much like any woman!

"Maa.... please....I don't feel....o..okay..." Debosree wanted to change the conversation but Promila was shamelessly curious. Her heart had already skipped beats at the whole idea of a non Bengali man bedding her once son and a strange devilish itch itched her as she wanted to know some more details.

"Cchii Promi, how shameless you are! Making your son uncomfortable like this!!! Uhm...I mean daughter! Eeeshh...are you sex deprived yourself??"

Promila blushed when she realised that perhaps her thoughts were correct, but then she got back to Debosree and touching her creamy soft shoulder once more, the elderly mother cooed...

"Debu, promise me something!"

"W...what maa?" 

"You will never disappoint Harsh! He is your husband now!"

Debosree shivered.."maa.... please stop!"

"I can't shona! I have to accept the reality! You should too! You....eesh I don't know how to say it, but....you never had one like your father!!"

This broke Debosree's heart totally! The shocking comparison of her once male package with her own father sent some uncomfortable unexplainable shivers inside her and her eyes dropped a tiny tear while her beautiful suckable lips opened..."Maa??..."

"Yes Debu! The bobby center had exposed the pictures to me of your.......I realised right then, that you didn't deserve Palo!"

Debosree wanted to run away, far away from this awful world! But her mother explained things so normally that her maternal tone sounded just normal! She realised no matter what, her mother always sounded sensible, but the truth was so bitter!

"But don't worry shona, God has reconsidered his discison and made you a beautiful woman! Uff....you are just the young version of me now!" Promila had to admit that her bobbified son's default soft features progressed easily to that of a woman. With one more peek on the big breasts, Promila naughtily cooed...

"I can see why Harsh was so easily attracted to you shona! Today you have to promise me something with total honesty!"

Promila's maternal tone also sounded stern and an immensely Debosree pouted...."what maa..."

With a hand on Debosree's shoulder and the other on her lap, Promila blinked slowly before pouting out softy...

"You will promise me that you will be a good bahu for the family and perform your wifely duties well! Keep Harsh happy and keep your bond strong with him!"

Debosree had already accepted her new fate, but these words from her own mother sounded so crude and cruel all of a sudden and she shivered with many tiny tremors passing her curvy body. 

"You didn't reply Debu..." Promila looked straight into the eyes. 

"I.....I will try....maa..." Debosree reluctantly pouted, with her heart beating insanely fast for some reason, while Promila added a bit more shiver with her last words in the same maternal tone...

"Thats like a good girl!"