Mom's Saree
Anonymous
Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
Summary
DESCRIPTION: He's obsessed with his step mom who is 30 years old. Looks young and has a figure like a model. She is a housewife and takes care of him. While all he thinks is how she'd look in that silky black saree and that lingerie that he bought for her. He keeps telling her to wear it. She keeps telling him she won't. Both have a yearning to touch and explore each other's bodies and dance in desires. Both have a little of something for each other. EXCERPT: As we got submerged into ourselves. I removed her saree, pinned it out of her bosom and dropped it. I pulled it, and she turned rounds, and rounds revealing her beauty made for me to cherish. When she stood there I could see her completely. Standing wearing a petticoat and a bikini blouse. I touched her navel and poked it, she moaned. I ran my fingers through it, she squeaked, pinched, fondled, and licked it. She minced danced around in pain and love. I grabbed her hips and pulled her navel into my face. My face was in the heaven of her belly, biting it, while she cherished it, she grabbed my hair and poked me, stroked me. I stood and held her face, pulled her hair, smelled her neck. She smelt of roses. I devoured the smell and something in me grew, along with the smell. I bit her nape, she moaned again. I bit her more and more and she kept moaning, shaking, and shouting. It was heat and passion, rolled together, and made in a sandwich. It was hungry desire and sheer lust, mixed for a musk. Desires poured out of her skin while I devoured each bite of it. Held her and grabbed her to me. We were this close for the first time. I grabbed her butt, soft and supple. The more I fondled it the more I felt like fondling. I stroked her back, and picked her at parts and tickled her to make her laugh. Then we kissed again.