Abby Davis and Madelyn Part 2
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Next day I went to temple for worship I asked god to make my own mom my wife. I will make her happy and after worship I went back to my home where my dream lady is ready to give me her answer and I was very excited about what mom took decision. I come to home and rang the door bell and mom opened the door for me. I was shocked to see my beautiful darling mom. She was looking so sexy and hot. She was wearing little blue transparent sari with tight sleeve less blouse which was very low necked exposing most of her boobs which cannot be kept inside her blouse and bra. I can even make out the outline of her bra from her blouse. Her breasts protruded outward were inviting me. Mom was wearing very deep red lipstick on her full lips. She let her long black hair loose which fell below her waist. I now focused on her partially bare belly. She had her petty coat at least three inches below her naval. I was very excited watching her fair smooth skin at her belly. It was not very flat, but a little bumpy. There was even a layer of fat which gathered all the sweat from her upper body. I saw mom from top to bottom. I can even see her stomach and a belly too. I got aroused, and unable to control myself. . I just saw her and almost covered every part of her body with my naked eyes. She is really beautiful and sexy. Especially I love her boobs. She turned back for moving to her room and I was staring at her back which was toxic. When I was only 3 ft away from meena fair back and round ass, I take a good look at moms back. Meena is wearing a very low necked blouse exposing most of her back and shoulder. Her fair skin is smooth like butter. I longs to lick mom’s bare shoulder and back. I can even make out the outline of her bra from her blouse. Meena back is so sexy. I could clearly see her fleshy white butt in her wet saree. I went near her and asked her what you decided she said wait I told I need some time I told her I gave you full night. Meena wait my son after some time she called to Sunita. She came to our home at 1pm till that I was waiting desperately. We all sat in room and start our topic Sunita anty started the topic she said me your mom don’t love you. I asked her why? She replied because she loves still her husband. I laughed at both of them meena told me yes I love your dad still and if want me than you have to fight with him. I said first off all he is not my dad.
Meena told than who is your father. Meena told to koi aur mujhe raat ko aa kar chood kar jata tha kya. I said obvious her face became red after listing this I said he is not my father because I love my wife aur agar main unki aulad hota to sayad woo bhi apni wife se pyaar karta. Meena shouted at me and asked than who is your father say me. I said if you want to listen then open your ears. They both got shocked what I have told. I said god is my father he fucked you and gave me birth. Now he want us to be husband and wife that’s why he broke your marriage because he was know that her wife’s husband is another and it is me darling. Meena told to me I will marry you but you have to follow my some conditions if you are agree then I am ready to be your wife but really I still don’t love you as a husband but I taking this step on your force and I don’t want to loose you because now you are the only one relative of mine after your dad. I will never treat you as husband and after marriage also whenever you will lie on top of me I will not participate with you on your bed. But I will not say you no because you will be my husband and I will be pativarta wife to you. But promise you will never feel me like your wife, bed partner, lover and sex partner. I got shocked and silent for few minutes and told her I am ready to make you my wife I know how to make you happy I also promise you I will never force you for having sex with you without your permission or mood but I know after you will be ready to participate in bed with me
And you will feel satisfied with me. I know how to handle my wife and how to make her my own. I am not like your husband who always fucked you without your permission or without your contribution. I know he never satisfied you in bed but I promise I will make you happy in everywhere like bed, life etc. Anyways what is your further conditions to whom I have to fulfill for you. Meena told you have to promise me before marriage you will never force her to having sex, we will marry after one year or when I will feel that you have done everything which I asked from you the period may be less than one year or it may be more that one year that’s depend on you when you satisfy my all conditions, we will marry in some temple like others wedding couples or we will registered our marriage, before marrying you should have good amount with you so that after marriage when I will say you purchase this for me so you don’t have to say me I am not having money, One flat in some stranger place where nobody know that we both are mom and son, you should make me pregnant but only of one child not more than that, I am agreeing with your all condition but you also have to accept my some conditions they both got shocked like the bulb fuse from there faces. Sunita anty told you want to marry her she doesn’t want to marry you so she will not accept any type of condition. I got anger on her and shouted on her and told keep your mouth stitch and let us talk. Sunita anty became silent and mom asked me what do you want from me? I said I love you and want to spent my full life with you as your husband so I like after marriage you not say me that you want to marry other person and you will not force me to marry with a girl, you will be loyal loving and obedient wife to me, You should not call me hereafter as beta, but should call me by name, we should get engagement, meena agreed with my condition and told me I am ready with engagement but we both have to check with some pandit our kundli and have to match our goon. I immediately agree with her and asked her to take out our kundli and let’s go to some pandit. Meena gave me our kundli and told to Sunita anty to go along with me. Sunita anty took me to one temple we reached the temple it was out of city. The suthakaami temple was famous for incestuous and unholy practices of marriage and it also had a few devadasis. I got one Pandit finally and showed him kundli after looking kundli he looked at us with doubt and asked?
Pandit; Ladki kaun hain?
Me: Pasand Karta hoon use
Pandit: kya ye hai woo ladki.
Me: nahi. Koi aur hai
Pandit: kaun hai
Me: kaha na koi hai jisse main pyaar karta hun.
Pandit: Aapse umar meing dugni hain
Me: To kya
Pandit: Aab to Saab chalta hain kalyug hain.
Me: Haan Mard apni aadhi umar ki ladki se shaadi kar sakta hain aur aurat nahin?
Pandit: Accha Balak. Aur agar ladki rishtedar hon to?
Me: I got anger on him and I shouted on him.
Pandit: Teri maa KO chodu. Madarchod.
Me: madarchod Teri beti hai jisse ma shaadi kar raha hu.
Pandit: meri beti Teri maa hai bhenchod
Me: to samaj le main apni maa se shaadi kar raha hu.
Sunita anty: what are you talking?
Pandit: gave me a doubtful smile and told me to come in corner.
Me: I followed him and went with him
Pandit: tho tu apni maa se shaadi kar raha beta.
Me: nahi
Pandit: mujse kuch coop nahi warna sayad main Teri shaadi main bigan dal dunga.
Me: hai main apni maa se shaadi kar raha hu. Ab to Kush ho tum
Pandit: balak bahut sanaa hai
Me: aap bataye muharat kab hain
Pandit: bahut jor dar hai tumhare luck beta.
Me: woo kase
Pandit: tumhari maa ki kundli main saaf saaf lika hai uski uske bete se kuch sambhand rahenge.
Pandit: maine is mandir main bahut sari maa bete ki shaadi karvi hai par bete teri jaisi kundli wala aajtak koi beta nahi dekha.
Me: woo kase pandit ji
Pandit: teri kundli main saaf likha hai ki tu apni maa se shaadi karega aur bahut khush purvak life jiyage
Pandit: tu teri maa ke sath kabhi bhi sath phere le sakta hai balak. We went to our home and gave this good news to meena I narrated everything to meena which was discussed in temple with pandit. Meena told ok I don’t want to listen what pandit told you but if you want to marry me I told you everything and it depend on you. Want to fulfill your desire so arranged all the things which I asked from you. I got
Down on one knee and held her hand and slipped a ring on her hand “Will you marry me, meena?” I hugged mom and kissed her. She was shy and told “this is after marriage dear” I want to marry you; you are my dream girl” I replied looking at her.” I want you to be Mrs. Jack”. Meena told me darling to making me your wife you have to accept my all conditions and try to complete it as soon as. That night I couldn’t sleep I was remembering all conditions which was put by my darling meena. I am having enough amounts in my account you already know that dad gave me money on his divorce which I hide from my love and friends I belong to very good and middle class family so I have enough money to survive in this world with my darling mom. Next day I went to one city for office use the city was really very peacefully and beautiful I planned to purchase one flat and start living here only with my darling mom after making her my darling wife. The city is stranger for me and I am also stranger with this city so it will be good for both of us to settle in this city.
I saw some flat there and I got one very beautiful house of two bhk both the room is of double bed with attached bathroom fully furnished, kitchen is also fully furnished with attached balcony, hall is very large in size we can make it our setting room or T.v. Room. The house is enough for both of us because we don’t have any relative also. I consult with the owner of the house she is lady living alone after her husband died now she is going to U.k with her son. So, she wants to sell that bungalow in 20 lakh rupees. I deal with her and gave her 19 lakh rupees and transfer the bungalow in my darling wife name’s. I hide this from my loving mom. One more thing friends I hide from my mom that I got new job in that city with increased salary now my salary became 60000 per month. I completed all the condition of my darling mom within six months and now I am taking her with me to new city, home and life. She is agree to go with me to new city but still not trust me and still confused with her decision. I don’t know how she agreed to go with me in that city but I am the only close relative to her so she have to follow me and friends now she have to follow me rest of the whole life because now very soon I am going to be her husband because I am going to fill her managa with my name of sindoor. Till that you wait and please read my next story you will be get to know how I convinced my mom to marry me and how I marry with her in my next story I will tell you how I impressed my mom and make ready her to marry with me. I know you not liked my this part of story but I promise you will enjoy in next story. . Please send me your love by sending your precious comments or ideas about my story and please give me your valuable love and views about your love attraction towards your darling mom at will meet again in next part of my story but I am waiting for your reply. My best wishes are with all mother lovers.
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First TimeAt 7 of the evening on the day after my encounter with Mistress Pickles in her bedchamber, Jenkins came to my room and entered, as always, without knocking. I was wearing the new silk underwear I had been given. It was diaphanous and felt delicious against my skin. I was freshly bathed and my hair was pinned. I was rolling a stocking up my right leg as she entered and I looked up at her. ‘Continue.’ I ribboned the top of the stocking above my knee and then stood. I took a corset from my table...
‘Your guest left a small present for you, my dear.’ This was Mistress Pickles speaking when later we met, I having been summonsed to her sitting room. Jenkins stood as silent as the grave in her habitual corner of the room. I was dressed and hair pinned and presentable. She handed me an envelope which I opened to find a sum of money the like of which I had never seen before. ‘You have clearly made an impression, Madeleine. You will give the money to me and I will ensure that it is placed safely...
As I write this, Maria is entertaining one of Mistress Pickles’ ladies. True to her promise that kindly former employer, teacher and guardian has, since our departure from her house, sent a number of her clients to stay with us. Some have been convalescents, other merely wishing to enjoy a change from the normal social circles they enjoy or endure in the capital. Mistress Pickles sends us money to pay for their visits and we do not know, ask or care what she charges them. We have also found a...
LesbianIn the following months I entertained many guests at Mistress Pickles’ house and my First Lady was a regular visitor. She sometimes liked to take both Maria, to whom I had become exceeding close, and me to her room and we would entertain her together. Mistress Pickles’ salon had become well known amongst ladies of class and, of course, a certain inclination. One evening we were in the salon, playing charades as I recall, when the Mistress arrived with Jenkins and asked us all to sit and pay...
Lesbian‘Your guest left a small present for you, my dear.’ This was Mistress Pickles speaking when later we met, I having been summonsed to her sitting room. Jenkins stood as silent as the grave in her habitual corner of the room. I was dressed and hair pinned and presentable. She handed me an envelope which I opened to find a sum of money the like of which I had never seen before. ‘You have clearly made an impression, Madeleine. You will give the money to me and I will ensure that it is placed safely...
LesbianMy Lady was most tender as we dried ourselves. Despite her earlier complaint of having been exhausted by our coupling she seemed, having taken the bubbling wine, to recover. We had sipped our wine seated facing each other, both naked, in the soft chairs the room provided. She had talked of her unhappy marriage to an elderly peer who, she said, preferred blasting pheasant from the face of the earth to enjoying her company. She cared not for the male of the species, that much was apparent. I was...
LesbianAt 7 of the evening on the day after my encounter with Mistress Pickles in her bedchamber, Jenkins came to my room and entered, as always, without knocking. I was wearing the new silk underwear I had been given. It was diaphanous and felt delicious against my skin. I was freshly bathed and my hair was pinned. I was rolling a stocking up my right leg as she entered and I looked up at her. ‘Continue.’ I ribboned the top of the stocking above my knee and then stood. I took a corset from my table...
LesbianMy wife and I have been married for 9 yrs. Our sex life has been what most would consider cold with no passion. I have understood though and that’s why I have hung in there. She was sexually abused from the time she was a little girl and that has caused her a lot of issues when it comes to sex. This has been very frustrating for me because I want so much to make love to my wife and can’t because she feels so dirty about sex and just wants it over with as quick as possible. Its so sad...
Introduction: They seek therapy for her together Chapter One My wife and I have been married for 9 yrs. Our sex life has been what most would consider cold with no passion. I have understood though and thats why I have hung in there. She was sexually abused from the time she was a little girl and that has caused her a lot of issues when it comes to sex. This has been very frustrating for me because I want so much to make love to my wife and cant because she feels so dirty about sex and just...
My wife and I have been married for nine years. Our sex life has been what most would consider cold with no passion. I have understood though and that’s why I have hung in there. Due to issues in her past that she has told me about. This has been very frustrating for me because I want so much to make love to my wife and can’t because she feels so dirty about sex and just wants it over with as quick as possible. It’s so sad because she is beautiful and has never learned the pleasures making love...
My wife and I have been married for nine years. Our sex life has been what most would consider cold with no passion. I have understood though and that’s why I have hung in there. Due to issues in her past that she has told me about. This has been very frustrating for me because I want so much to make love to my wife and can’t because she feels so dirty about sex and just wants it over with as quick as possible. It’s so sad because she is beautiful and has never learned the pleasures making love...
Exhibitionism*** Chapter One My wife and I have been married for 9 yrs. Our sex life has been what most would consider cold with no passion. I have understood though and that’s why I have hung in there. She was sexually abused from the time she was a little girl and that has caused her a lot of issues when it comes to sex. This has been very frustrating for me because I want so much to make love to my wife and can’t because she feels so dirty about sex and just wants it over with as quick as possible. Its...
Group SexHILLBILLY HEAVEN From where I stood on the mountaintop overlook I could see hills and hollers far off to the horizon. A ‘smoky’ haze blanketed the early morning hilltops. This ethereal haze gave its name to these Great Smoky Mountains. The tranquility and beauty before me masked the tumultuous times rocking the outside world. Newspapers had labeled these years as ‘The Great Depression’. I’d just reached my 17th birthday and I knew damn-well that times were hard. Even back...
We honeymooned in New York City. Just as s she promised we fucked many, many times, sometimes when my cock was so sore that I didn’t think I could finish. She had always been an incredibly horny woman but one with a tremendous sense of self control. That’s what made it so surprising for me. Visiting Times Square it was Charie who insisted that we go into an adult book shop. It was there where she saw her first porno flick, actually masturbating while she watched. She climaxed several times,...
‘I remember the way you used to walk, the swing in your hips, your long straight jet-black hair shielding your face as you walked from that old red brick classroom building over toward that old stone dorm that looked like a fortress. You know, the one you lived in your freshman year. You were in your black phase, remember? The old black cable knit sweater that hung down to your thighs, the dark olive corduroy skirt, the black tights. That sweater’s still in the closet, you know? Did you know I...
The Consultant and the Hounds of Heaven Author Note: Magic has always existed and it is now openly acknowledged. 10% of the population is magically sensitive and 5% can actually be taught to cast spells. Only about 1% have the ability to earn a Magic-User 3rd Class license. In a country of 300 million that means there are potentially 3 million professional practitioners. However, it takes hard work and training to develop that raw talent. There are currently, in the United...
TRIUMPH by enduringshades This is the third and final Act. ______ TRIUMPH (THE COMPLETE STORY) PROLOGUE ACT 1 ROAD TO HELL Our hero borrows a classic sports car and our heroine discovers her new life. Chapter 1 TR3 Chapter 2 Housekeeper Chapter 3 The Plan Chapter 4 Reality ACT 2 HELL Our heroine experiences the good, the bad and the ugly. Chapter 5 Training Chapter 6 Dressing up Chapter 7 Room service Chapter 8 Heaven and Hell ACT 3 ROAD TO HEAVEN Our heroine goes from the worst in her...