23-08-2025, 09:33 PM
Six Months Later
At our New House’s Gruhapravesham, inside my mom’s Bedroom.
My Mom leaned back against the wall, her hands smoothing the pleats of her red saree over her Ass, her breasts rising and falling under the tight red blouse. She looked at Deepak's Dad, her lips parted slightly, eyes flickering between warning and temptation.
“Shiva… I… I can’t… not now,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “The guests… they’re still in the living room. They might see us…”
Deepak's Dad’s eyes darkened, jealousy burning in his gaze. He moved closer, his body brushing hers, his hands hovering near her back, itching to touch.
“I don’t care about them,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I’ve been waiting all evening… I need you now.”
My Mom’s hands grazed his chest, trying to hold him off while her body reacted to him. Every heartbeat made her breasts rise in rhythm, her navel tightening as the tension between them thickened. The distant sounds of the celebration downstairs only made the room feel hotter.
“Sudha… I came here just to attend your Gruhapravesham,” he said, his voice low and rough. “But seeing you like this, in your red saree and red blouse, your deep navel, the way your saree hugs your ass… it’s impossible. You’re tempting me, and I know all the men downstairs, attending the pooja, are watching and lusting for you. I can’t control myself.”
My Mom’s boobs rose sharply under the tight red blouse, her hands brushing nervously over her saree as she tried to move back slightly. Her navel tightened with every word, her lips parting slightly, heart pounding in the tense silence of the room.
“Sudha… when the first priest hugged you,” he said, “your boobs were crushed against his chest… and I saw him with a boner. I couldn’t believe it. Every man in the room was staring at you, lusting for you, and I… I felt my blood boil. I couldn’t control how much I wanted you, right there.”
My Mom’s hands clenched the folds of her red saree, her navel tightening as she swallowed. Her boobs rose sharply under the red blouse, and she felt heat spread through her waist and ass just hearing him describe it.
Deepak's Dad stepped a little closer, his eyes fixed on her Ass, Boobs, and navel. “And then the second priest… I saw him hugging you too, feeling you up, his boner obvious. It made every man jealous, every man watching you burn… but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted you so badly.”
“And the third priest… he hugged you completely, Sudha. Your boobs were crushed against his chest, your Ass pressed to his body, and I saw his boner in his dhoti. He kissed your lips… right there, in front of everyone. I couldn’t believe it. Every man in the living room was jealous, every man’s boner obvious, but I… I wanted you even more. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, your boobs, your navel, your Ass… I wanted you so badly.”
My Mom’s hands fidgeted over her red saree, lightly touching her Ass as she took a deep breath, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening with the memory. Her eyes met Deepak's Dad’s, a mixture of shock and heat in her gaze.
“Shiva… I… I was so surprised,” she whispered, her lips trembling slightly. “When those pervert priests hugged me… and crushed my boobs against their chest… I didn’t expect anyone to do that. I… I felt them everywhere, and their boners… I couldn’t believe it.”
Her Ass shifted nervously in the saree, her waist tightening as she remembered their hands lingering. “It made me feel… I don’t know… exposed, and… hot,” she admitted softly, her boobs rising with each shallow breath.
Deepak's Dad’s eyes darkened as he listened, his gaze devouring her Ass, Boobs, and navel, his jealousy and hunger coiling tighter with every word.
“Shiva… those three perverts were all over me,” she said, “ogling me everywhere. Even when I went to their house to invite them and paid them in advance to perform the pooja for the Gruhapravesham… they hugged me in the name of blessing me, and kissed me all over my face.”
My Mom shivered at the memory, her Ass swaying, boobs rising sharply, her navel tightening further as her hands smoothed over her saree, still unable to cover herself fully from his gaze.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with jealousy. His hard-on was straining visibly under his White Dhoti as he imagined her boobs being crushed, her Ass hugged, and her face kissed by those men. Every word she spoke made his hunger coil tighter.
“Sudha… they dared to do that?” he growled, voice low and rough, “right in front of you, right under my eyes?” His hands itched to reach for her waist, but he held back, letting the jealousy and tension burn hotter.
My Mom’s hands smoothed nervously over her red saree, her Ass shifting slightly, her boobs rising in the red blouse, her navel tightening as she met Deepak's Dad’s intense gaze.
“Shiva… when I was at their house,” she whispered, “wearing my White Kurti and White leggings, those three perverts were shameless. They asked me if I was wearing a Bra under the Kurti, and if I had Panties under my leggings. Then… they felt over my pantylines, right on my Ass, over the leggings. I couldn’t believe it.”
Her lips parted slightly, a shiver running through her waist, her Ass shifting again, her boobs rising sharply under the Kurti in her memory.
Deepak's Dad’s eyes darkened with jealousy, his hard-on straining painfully in his White Dhoti. Every word she spoke, imagining her Ass touched over the leggings, her boobs under the Kurti, made his hunger coil tighter.
“Sudha… they dared to touch you like that?” he growled, low and rough, “right in front of you… ?” His eyes devoured her Ass, Boobs, and navel, every detail of her story making his body ache in the White Dhoti.
My Mom’s hands trembled slightly over her red saree, her Ass shifting nervously, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening as she spoke.
“Shiva… they didn’t stop at touching me,” she whispered, “they kissed me all over my face… my lips, my cheeks, my neck. I could feel their mouths everywhere, and every time they hugged me, my boobs were crushed against their chest, and my Ass pressed against them. I… I couldn’t move away.”
Her lips parted slightly, a soft gasp escaping as heat pooled in her waist, her Ass swaying slightly, her boobs rising sharply in rhythm with her breaths.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw tightened, jealousy darkening his eyes. His hard-on throbbed painfully under his White Dhoti, every word she spoke making him burn hotter. The thought of those priests crushing her boobs, pressing against her Ass, and kissing her face while all the men downstairs lusted for her made him ache uncontrollably.
“Sudha… they kissed you? Over your lips, your cheeks, your neck?” he growled, voice low and rough.
My Mom’s hands tightened over her red saree, her Ass shifting nervously, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening with every memory.
“Shiva… I felt so helpless,” she whispered, “their hands all over me… hugging me, crushing my boobs, squeezing my Ass. And their kisses… all over my face and neck… I couldn’t move away, I felt so flustered, exposed… and hot. I tried to stay calm, but I couldn’t help trembling.”
Her Ass swayed slightly as her waist tensed, her boobs rising sharply in rhythm with her shallow breaths, her navel tightening more as she relived it.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with jealousy and lust. His hard-on throbbed painfully in his White Dhoti, every word she spoke making his hunger coil tighter. The thought of those priests crushing her boobs, hugging her Ass, and kissing her face while she trembled helplessly made him ache uncontrollably.
“Sudha… why didn’t you push them off? Why didn’t you run away?” he asked, voice low and rough, trembling with need and fury.
My Mom’s hands clutched the folds of her red saree, her Ass shifting nervously, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening.
“Shiva… they said it was a blessing,” she whispered, her lips trembling slightly. “They said they were taking away curses… so I let them. I didn’t want to seem rude or disrespectful, and… I didn’t expect them to do it like that. I… I felt their hands all over my boobs, hugging my Ass, and kissing my face and neck… but I couldn’t stop them.”
Her Ass swayed nervously, her waist tightening, her boobs rising and falling with her shallow breaths as she relived the moment. Her navel tightened more, heat spreading through her body at the memory.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with jealousy and hunger. His hard-on throbbed painfully under the White Dhoti, every word she spoke making him burn hotter. The image of her boobs crushed, Ass hugged, and face kissed while she stayed still made him ache uncontrollably.
At our New House’s Gruhapravesham, inside my mom’s Bedroom.
My Mom leaned back against the wall, her hands smoothing the pleats of her red saree over her Ass, her breasts rising and falling under the tight red blouse. She looked at Deepak's Dad, her lips parted slightly, eyes flickering between warning and temptation.
“Shiva… I… I can’t… not now,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “The guests… they’re still in the living room. They might see us…”
Deepak's Dad’s eyes darkened, jealousy burning in his gaze. He moved closer, his body brushing hers, his hands hovering near her back, itching to touch.
“I don’t care about them,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I’ve been waiting all evening… I need you now.”
My Mom’s hands grazed his chest, trying to hold him off while her body reacted to him. Every heartbeat made her breasts rise in rhythm, her navel tightening as the tension between them thickened. The distant sounds of the celebration downstairs only made the room feel hotter.
“Sudha… I came here just to attend your Gruhapravesham,” he said, his voice low and rough. “But seeing you like this, in your red saree and red blouse, your deep navel, the way your saree hugs your ass… it’s impossible. You’re tempting me, and I know all the men downstairs, attending the pooja, are watching and lusting for you. I can’t control myself.”
My Mom’s boobs rose sharply under the tight red blouse, her hands brushing nervously over her saree as she tried to move back slightly. Her navel tightened with every word, her lips parting slightly, heart pounding in the tense silence of the room.
“Sudha… when the first priest hugged you,” he said, “your boobs were crushed against his chest… and I saw him with a boner. I couldn’t believe it. Every man in the room was staring at you, lusting for you, and I… I felt my blood boil. I couldn’t control how much I wanted you, right there.”
My Mom’s hands clenched the folds of her red saree, her navel tightening as she swallowed. Her boobs rose sharply under the red blouse, and she felt heat spread through her waist and ass just hearing him describe it.
Deepak's Dad stepped a little closer, his eyes fixed on her Ass, Boobs, and navel. “And then the second priest… I saw him hugging you too, feeling you up, his boner obvious. It made every man jealous, every man watching you burn… but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted you so badly.”
“And the third priest… he hugged you completely, Sudha. Your boobs were crushed against his chest, your Ass pressed to his body, and I saw his boner in his dhoti. He kissed your lips… right there, in front of everyone. I couldn’t believe it. Every man in the living room was jealous, every man’s boner obvious, but I… I wanted you even more. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, your boobs, your navel, your Ass… I wanted you so badly.”
My Mom’s hands fidgeted over her red saree, lightly touching her Ass as she took a deep breath, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening with the memory. Her eyes met Deepak's Dad’s, a mixture of shock and heat in her gaze.
“Shiva… I… I was so surprised,” she whispered, her lips trembling slightly. “When those pervert priests hugged me… and crushed my boobs against their chest… I didn’t expect anyone to do that. I… I felt them everywhere, and their boners… I couldn’t believe it.”
Her Ass shifted nervously in the saree, her waist tightening as she remembered their hands lingering. “It made me feel… I don’t know… exposed, and… hot,” she admitted softly, her boobs rising with each shallow breath.
Deepak's Dad’s eyes darkened as he listened, his gaze devouring her Ass, Boobs, and navel, his jealousy and hunger coiling tighter with every word.
“Shiva… those three perverts were all over me,” she said, “ogling me everywhere. Even when I went to their house to invite them and paid them in advance to perform the pooja for the Gruhapravesham… they hugged me in the name of blessing me, and kissed me all over my face.”
My Mom shivered at the memory, her Ass swaying, boobs rising sharply, her navel tightening further as her hands smoothed over her saree, still unable to cover herself fully from his gaze.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with jealousy. His hard-on was straining visibly under his White Dhoti as he imagined her boobs being crushed, her Ass hugged, and her face kissed by those men. Every word she spoke made his hunger coil tighter.
“Sudha… they dared to do that?” he growled, voice low and rough, “right in front of you, right under my eyes?” His hands itched to reach for her waist, but he held back, letting the jealousy and tension burn hotter.
My Mom’s hands smoothed nervously over her red saree, her Ass shifting slightly, her boobs rising in the red blouse, her navel tightening as she met Deepak's Dad’s intense gaze.
“Shiva… when I was at their house,” she whispered, “wearing my White Kurti and White leggings, those three perverts were shameless. They asked me if I was wearing a Bra under the Kurti, and if I had Panties under my leggings. Then… they felt over my pantylines, right on my Ass, over the leggings. I couldn’t believe it.”
Her lips parted slightly, a shiver running through her waist, her Ass shifting again, her boobs rising sharply under the Kurti in her memory.
Deepak's Dad’s eyes darkened with jealousy, his hard-on straining painfully in his White Dhoti. Every word she spoke, imagining her Ass touched over the leggings, her boobs under the Kurti, made his hunger coil tighter.
“Sudha… they dared to touch you like that?” he growled, low and rough, “right in front of you… ?” His eyes devoured her Ass, Boobs, and navel, every detail of her story making his body ache in the White Dhoti.
My Mom’s hands trembled slightly over her red saree, her Ass shifting nervously, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening as she spoke.
“Shiva… they didn’t stop at touching me,” she whispered, “they kissed me all over my face… my lips, my cheeks, my neck. I could feel their mouths everywhere, and every time they hugged me, my boobs were crushed against their chest, and my Ass pressed against them. I… I couldn’t move away.”
Her lips parted slightly, a soft gasp escaping as heat pooled in her waist, her Ass swaying slightly, her boobs rising sharply in rhythm with her breaths.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw tightened, jealousy darkening his eyes. His hard-on throbbed painfully under his White Dhoti, every word she spoke making him burn hotter. The thought of those priests crushing her boobs, pressing against her Ass, and kissing her face while all the men downstairs lusted for her made him ache uncontrollably.
“Sudha… they kissed you? Over your lips, your cheeks, your neck?” he growled, voice low and rough.
My Mom’s hands tightened over her red saree, her Ass shifting nervously, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening with every memory.
“Shiva… I felt so helpless,” she whispered, “their hands all over me… hugging me, crushing my boobs, squeezing my Ass. And their kisses… all over my face and neck… I couldn’t move away, I felt so flustered, exposed… and hot. I tried to stay calm, but I couldn’t help trembling.”
Her Ass swayed slightly as her waist tensed, her boobs rising sharply in rhythm with her shallow breaths, her navel tightening more as she relived it.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with jealousy and lust. His hard-on throbbed painfully in his White Dhoti, every word she spoke making his hunger coil tighter. The thought of those priests crushing her boobs, hugging her Ass, and kissing her face while she trembled helplessly made him ache uncontrollably.
“Sudha… why didn’t you push them off? Why didn’t you run away?” he asked, voice low and rough, trembling with need and fury.
My Mom’s hands clutched the folds of her red saree, her Ass shifting nervously, her boobs rising sharply in the red blouse, her navel tightening.
“Shiva… they said it was a blessing,” she whispered, her lips trembling slightly. “They said they were taking away curses… so I let them. I didn’t want to seem rude or disrespectful, and… I didn’t expect them to do it like that. I… I felt their hands all over my boobs, hugging my Ass, and kissing my face and neck… but I couldn’t stop them.”
Her Ass swayed nervously, her waist tightening, her boobs rising and falling with her shallow breaths as she relived the moment. Her navel tightened more, heat spreading through her body at the memory.
Deepak's Dad’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with jealousy and hunger. His hard-on throbbed painfully under the White Dhoti, every word she spoke making him burn hotter. The image of her boobs crushed, Ass hugged, and face kissed while she stayed still made him ache uncontrollably.
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