23-08-2025, 09:22 PM
After a few moments of holding each other, I slowly pulled my cock out of My Mom’s pussy, and she let out a soft moan, trembling from the aftershocks. I ran my hands over her waist and ass cheeks, feeling her relax against me.
My Mom bent slightly to pick up some wet wipes, carefully cleaning her pussy and asshole, letting out soft moans as she did. I watched, still hard, enjoying the sight of her taking care of herself after our intense release.
She looked up at me, her breasts brushing lightly against my chest, and whispered, “We should… get dressed… but just a little longer…”
I nodded, helping her stand steady, and we began slowly putting our clothes back on. My hands lingered over her waist and ass, while My Mom slid on her black panties, hugging her pussy gently as she adjusted them. I watched her, my hands still brushing lightly over her waist and ass, my cock softening but still aware of every curve.
Next, she put on her black bra, fastening it around her breasts, and I couldn’t help but admire the way it framed her breasts, making them look even more enticing.
She picked up her yellow petticoat, wrapping it around her hips and tying it neatly. I reached out briefly, helping her smooth it over her ass cheeks, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric.
Then she slipped into her yellow blouse, adjusting the buttons over her breasts, letting out a soft, self-conscious moan as I brushed her back lightly, still captivated by her curves.
Finally, My Mom dbangd her yellow saree around herself, the flowing fabric covering her body elegantly, yet leaving the memory of our intimacy lingering in the way she moved. She looked at me with a playful, flushed smile, and I could feel the tension and desire between us, even fully dressed.
Just as My Mom finished adjusting her saree, Deepak’s Dad entered the dressing room carrying a large bag. He smiled, “Sudha… here’s 30 lakhs. Go ahead and start construction on your house.”
My Mom’s eyes widened. She took the bag, her hands brushing over the thick bundles of notes, counting them quickly. “Oh my God… thank you, Sir… this means so much,” she whispered, a mix of excitement and gratitude in her voice.
Deepak’s Dad gave her a reassuring nod. “You deserve it… now make your dream home a reality.”
My Mom slung the bag over her shoulder, still staring at the bundles of notes, and together we left the dressing room. Deepak’s Dad dropped us home in his car, the city lights passing by as My Mom held the bag tightly, her mind buzzing with both the thrill of what had just happened and the joy of finally having the funds to start her house.
After Deepak’s dad dropped us home, he turned toward my mom with a grin. “Once your house is ready, make sure you invite me for the Gruhapravesham,” he said, his eyes sparkling.
My mom smiled warmly, still holding the bag of money. “Of course, Sir… you’ll be the first one I call,” she replied.
My Mom bent slightly to pick up some wet wipes, carefully cleaning her pussy and asshole, letting out soft moans as she did. I watched, still hard, enjoying the sight of her taking care of herself after our intense release.
She looked up at me, her breasts brushing lightly against my chest, and whispered, “We should… get dressed… but just a little longer…”
I nodded, helping her stand steady, and we began slowly putting our clothes back on. My hands lingered over her waist and ass, while My Mom slid on her black panties, hugging her pussy gently as she adjusted them. I watched her, my hands still brushing lightly over her waist and ass, my cock softening but still aware of every curve.
Next, she put on her black bra, fastening it around her breasts, and I couldn’t help but admire the way it framed her breasts, making them look even more enticing.
She picked up her yellow petticoat, wrapping it around her hips and tying it neatly. I reached out briefly, helping her smooth it over her ass cheeks, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric.
Then she slipped into her yellow blouse, adjusting the buttons over her breasts, letting out a soft, self-conscious moan as I brushed her back lightly, still captivated by her curves.
Finally, My Mom dbangd her yellow saree around herself, the flowing fabric covering her body elegantly, yet leaving the memory of our intimacy lingering in the way she moved. She looked at me with a playful, flushed smile, and I could feel the tension and desire between us, even fully dressed.
Just as My Mom finished adjusting her saree, Deepak’s Dad entered the dressing room carrying a large bag. He smiled, “Sudha… here’s 30 lakhs. Go ahead and start construction on your house.”
My Mom’s eyes widened. She took the bag, her hands brushing over the thick bundles of notes, counting them quickly. “Oh my God… thank you, Sir… this means so much,” she whispered, a mix of excitement and gratitude in her voice.
Deepak’s Dad gave her a reassuring nod. “You deserve it… now make your dream home a reality.”
My Mom slung the bag over her shoulder, still staring at the bundles of notes, and together we left the dressing room. Deepak’s Dad dropped us home in his car, the city lights passing by as My Mom held the bag tightly, her mind buzzing with both the thrill of what had just happened and the joy of finally having the funds to start her house.
After Deepak’s dad dropped us home, he turned toward my mom with a grin. “Once your house is ready, make sure you invite me for the Gruhapravesham,” he said, his eyes sparkling.
My mom smiled warmly, still holding the bag of money. “Of course, Sir… you’ll be the first one I call,” she replied.
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