Straight Male / 29
I along with my mum and dad,live in a small village. I 29 work in fields. My family was looking for a suitable bride for me for sometime and we had selected a girl from neighbouring village. The marriage date was fixed.
In the meanwhile one day my dad came to me and after much hesitation told that there was an ancient custom in our family for men getting married to sleep with a female member of the house for 6 nights before marriage to ward off an ancient curse. I couldn't believe it as in my case it would be mom. But he insisted that it is the custom and has been kept secret to outsiders.
As the marriage day was nearing I had to complete the ritual. The date was fixed in the next week. I began to see mom in a new light. Her torso, her curves, her moves made me shudder, but she tried to act normal. I cummed thinking of her.
It was next week and I woke up in the morning to find that my dad had left our house for the week. May be he wanted to avoid us.
Now we were alone in the house and I was emboldened. I tried to get near her in kitchen and tried to feel her. She backed off instinctively but was silent. During breakfast i tried to play footsie with her but was not ready to give up on her frail reluctance. Later during the day as I went to have bath I kept the door ajar. She came in accidentally and,after initially getting overwhelmed left but not a word was said.
In the evening of the fateful day I whispered her to be in her best dress. She obliged and wore a beautiful blue saree and scented flowers in her hair. I led her to my bedroom and was about to make a move, she sought excuse for a moment.
She was taking time to come back while I was getting rid of my linen. She was delaying and I came out of my room nude searching all over the house for her. She was nowhere near. I chanced upon her in our storeroom as she stood there covering her eyes with her hands and blushing. It was not the ideal place to have her. The place was dark, dirty and there lay an old iron bed. I grabbed her buns and cupped them while I kissed her. She lay against the wall moaning. Now my penis rubbed her silky saree searching for a warm place within her. One of my hands crept within her petticoat and touched upon a bushy growth. Soon I lifted her petticoat and kneeled at her heels to lick her pussy.Her moaning became more shrill.
I made her sit in the bed and adjusted myself so that my tool rubbed her lips and face. She was wondering whether it tasted nice but I was in no mood to relent. The old bed creaked with subsequent thrusts in her mouth.
The poor bed could not take it after a while and broke. We both were flung in the dusty floor. Her lips oozed pre cum. I couldn't bear further and fucked her through out the night.
The fateful first night was over but there lay the other nights which were even hotter to come.
In the meanwhile one day my dad came to me and after much hesitation told that there was an ancient custom in our family for men getting married to sleep with a female member of the house for 6 nights before marriage to ward off an ancient curse. I couldn't believe it as in my case it would be mom. But he insisted that it is the custom and has been kept secret to outsiders.
As the marriage day was nearing I had to complete the ritual. The date was fixed in the next week. I began to see mom in a new light. Her torso, her curves, her moves made me shudder, but she tried to act normal. I cummed thinking of her.
It was next week and I woke up in the morning to find that my dad had left our house for the week. May be he wanted to avoid us.
Now we were alone in the house and I was emboldened. I tried to get near her in kitchen and tried to feel her. She backed off instinctively but was silent. During breakfast i tried to play footsie with her but was not ready to give up on her frail reluctance. Later during the day as I went to have bath I kept the door ajar. She came in accidentally and,after initially getting overwhelmed left but not a word was said.
In the evening of the fateful day I whispered her to be in her best dress. She obliged and wore a beautiful blue saree and scented flowers in her hair. I led her to my bedroom and was about to make a move, she sought excuse for a moment.
She was taking time to come back while I was getting rid of my linen. She was delaying and I came out of my room nude searching all over the house for her. She was nowhere near. I chanced upon her in our storeroom as she stood there covering her eyes with her hands and blushing. It was not the ideal place to have her. The place was dark, dirty and there lay an old iron bed. I grabbed her buns and cupped them while I kissed her. She lay against the wall moaning. Now my penis rubbed her silky saree searching for a warm place within her. One of my hands crept within her petticoat and touched upon a bushy growth. Soon I lifted her petticoat and kneeled at her heels to lick her pussy.Her moaning became more shrill.
I made her sit in the bed and adjusted myself so that my tool rubbed her lips and face. She was wondering whether it tasted nice but I was in no mood to relent. The old bed creaked with subsequent thrusts in her mouth.
The poor bed could not take it after a while and broke. We both were flung in the dusty floor. Her lips oozed pre cum. I couldn't bear further and fucked her through out the night.
The fateful first night was over but there lay the other nights which were even hotter to come.
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