My Sweet Wife Radha

[ashipremkumar]

She clicked on another: a soft pastel pink cotton-modal blend, modest high neck, tiny bow between the cups. “This one screams ‘sweet mummy’—but when she leans forward, her heavy tits will spill forward, nipples straining, begging to be sucked.” Radha’s voice dropped to a filthy whisper. “These are the same nipples that suckled me, darling—my mouth latched on, pulling milk from her swollen breasts when I was a baby. Now… she lusts to have them in your mouth, her darling son-in-law, sucking hard while she moans, ‘Make your mummy happy, beta—drink from me again, but this time with your cock buried deep in my hairy cunt.’”
She added three more non-wired bralettes:
A sheer black mesh with floral embroidery over the nipples—modest coverage but completely see-through when wet.
A silky champagne satin with ribbon ties at the shoulders—easy to pull down and expose her full, hanging breasts.
A cozy grey marl lounge bralette with a deep V—perfect for “casual” home wear, but her dark areolas would be visible through the thin fabric, her nipples stiff and aching for your teeth.
Next, the boyshort panties—traditional high-waist cuts that looked demure and mummy-like from the outside, but every pair crotchless.
A soft cotton navy pair with white polka dots and a hidden slit framed by tiny ruffles.
A lace-trimmed beige boyshort with pearl beads lining the open crotch—“She’ll feel the beads rub her clit when she walks,” Radha giggled.
A silky emerald green with a discreet back zip and front opening—“So you can bend her over the kitchen counter and slide right in.”
Then the nighties—short, flowing, maternal in vibe but sinful in cut:
A baby-pink cotton knee-length with side slits to the hip and a modest round neck—but no bra needed, her breasts swaying freely beneath.
A black silk slip, mid-thigh, with deep side slits and a lace neckline that dipped low when she breathed.
An ivory satin chemise with thin straps and high slits—“She’ll look like a loving angel… until she spreads her legs and her hairy pussy peeks out.”
Radha leaned back, her hand sliding to my cock, stroking lazily. “And babydolls, darling—get a few of these, see if Mummy likes them too. They’re so flirty, floating over her curves, with matching thongs or crotchless panties underneath.” She added:
A sheer white babydoll with fur trim and open-cup bra—her hanging breasts fully exposed.
A red lace flyaway with garter straps and matching crotchless panty.
A soft lavender chiffon with underbust support—lifting but not confining, letting her heavy tits bounce beneath the sheer fabric.
I grinned, my cock throbbing in her grip. “Let’s buy from Victoria’s Secret—top quality, sexy as hell.”
Radha burst into filthy laughter, pumping me faster. “Oh, darling, Victoria’s Secret? You naughty boy, dressing your mother-in-law in premium American slutwear like a high-class Mumbai mistress. I love it—she’ll blush when she sees the pink bags, knowing her son picked them to make her drip for him.” She kissed me deeply, then added with a smirk: “One more thing—add a ladies trimmer and shaver to the cart. Mum’s probably got a wild, untamed bush after years without a man. You can help her trim and shape it, darling—sit her on the bathroom counter, spread those thick thighs, and groom her mature pussy into a neat little triangle or heart. She’ll moan as the buzz tickles her clit, her juices dripping while you prepare her cunt for your cock.”
We placed the order, the total obscene, my cock leaking at the thought of her mom unwrapping it all—non-wired bralettes clinging to her hanging breasts, dark nipples and areolas visible through sheer fabric, crotchless boyshorts framing her hairy slit, short nighties with slits flashing her thick thighs, babydolls floating over her curves, and a trimmer buzzing against her clit as I shape her pussy for the first time.
Radha licked her lips, scooping a fresh glob of Mike’s dried cum from her thigh and sucking it clean. “Mom’s going to be your sensual, sweet, loving mummy-slut, darling—her nipples that fed me now aching for your mouth, her heavy boobs hanging free in soft lace, her hairy cunt groomed by your hands… all for you to fuck, fill, and make happy.”