Ever since my childhood dad used to be always on tours abroad for his business and I lived with my mother. This brought us both very close. My mother was very broad minded and liberal in her behaviour with me. She never used to mind my presence while she changed sarees. And as I grew up I started craving for her. She was 5’3", plump Indian woman with a silken complexion resembling marble.
By the time I got 26 it became impossible for me not to make love to her. She was 49 and had put on a bit extra flesh due to age and that made her look more desirable. It was a feast to my eyes to watch her buxom bosom sway in her saree pallu, her full round mature bottom sizzle in her chiffon sarees. My mother used to wrap sarees low on her white satini belly blowing her hot navel. Her navel was my week-point. She had one bewitching navel!
That day it was her 50th birthday and I thought it to be my best chance to woo her. I went to her bedroom i...
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