07-09-2025, 05:04 PM
3 Mother-in-law
I had sorted my life out by the age of 23. I had got myself an engineer's job and quarters, had good pay and my own car.
My family had been looking for a girl for me to get married to for the last few years. I did not really want to marry a rich highly educated girl with a big family. These type of girls tend to be unfaithful gold-diggers. So I asked my parents to find me a sweet girl who had not yet attended university and came from a relatively small family with a low income.
I remember the first time I met my mother in-law Hema. She had been invited to my parents house for tea and samosas. She was 38 at the time, she looked more like a 26 year old. Hema had long flowing black hair, white creamy skin, hour glass figure with 38D chest. She was wearing a light coloured cream sari and blouse and her full bossomed chest was self evident.
This women oozed sexuality. She was gorgeous my words do not do her justice. I could see the wry smiles my father was giving his legs crossed obviously hiding his own erection from chatting to this living goddess of beauty.
My first impression was that Hema was one of the girls that my parents had been interviewing to see if she was suitable. My parents introduced me to her so I said namaste smiled at her warmly and then left the room, when I was told to do so, trying at best to hide my huge hardon from both our guest and my parents!
I wanted to know more about Hema and so I eavesdropped on their conversation. I found out that Hema was not in fact a potential wife but the mother of Mamta my bride to be. My photo had already been shown to Mamta and she had already agreed to get married to me as long as I was also interested in her and that her mother Hema could live with us. I also found out that Hema was a widower since the age of 26 and was a poor teacher.
I had sorted my life out by the age of 23. I had got myself an engineer's job and quarters, had good pay and my own car.
My family had been looking for a girl for me to get married to for the last few years. I did not really want to marry a rich highly educated girl with a big family. These type of girls tend to be unfaithful gold-diggers. So I asked my parents to find me a sweet girl who had not yet attended university and came from a relatively small family with a low income.
I remember the first time I met my mother in-law Hema. She had been invited to my parents house for tea and samosas. She was 38 at the time, she looked more like a 26 year old. Hema had long flowing black hair, white creamy skin, hour glass figure with 38D chest. She was wearing a light coloured cream sari and blouse and her full bossomed chest was self evident.
This women oozed sexuality. She was gorgeous my words do not do her justice. I could see the wry smiles my father was giving his legs crossed obviously hiding his own erection from chatting to this living goddess of beauty.
My first impression was that Hema was one of the girls that my parents had been interviewing to see if she was suitable. My parents introduced me to her so I said namaste smiled at her warmly and then left the room, when I was told to do so, trying at best to hide my huge hardon from both our guest and my parents!
I wanted to know more about Hema and so I eavesdropped on their conversation. I found out that Hema was not in fact a potential wife but the mother of Mamta my bride to be. My photo had already been shown to Mamta and she had already agreed to get married to me as long as I was also interested in her and that her mother Hema could live with us. I also found out that Hema was a widower since the age of 26 and was a poor teacher.
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