Marriage?

I was surprised to enter her room again. The room was cleaned as usual. But she put in new red bedsheets. The room also smelled very good.

The light in the room was dimly lit by the candle. And there was a glass of milk on the bed table.

She walked towards the glass of milk and drank half and gave me the other half like a newly married wife.

I smiled and drank a glass of milk. She smiled and put the glass on the table again.

She then walked towards me and asked "can you treat me like your wife for tonight?"

I smiled and touched her face and said "Mom, if you want, I can treat you like my wife for every time."

She shook her head and said "no, only for tonight. I want to experience a marriage night like no woman has ever had. My first night was ridiculous. I at least want to experience it once."

I looked at the mangal sutra on my mom's neck, then looked at her and smiled. I then nodded and said "okay i will try to do my best."

I moved my hand behind her and grabbed the extra rope of her mangal sutra. I then tied it three more times and said "you now have one more husband."

She laughed at hearing me and said "ok my little husband." Her eyes were looking at me expectantly.

Her impeccably shaped lips, painted with bright pink lipstick, captivated me. In the cosy yellow light of my bedroom, her lips shined and created a stunning contrast against her fair skin. The pink hue enveloped her lips, making them appear fuller, more inviting, and seductive.

Without wasting any time, I slowly leaned forward to kiss and feel them softly. I wanted to cherish every moment of this sacred relationship of a loving mom turning into a sexy wife.

Her eyes were suddenly moist. It wasn't because of pain but for pure happiness. But it still worried me, so I asked "Why are you crying, Mom? Are you ok?"

She shook her head and replied "Yes, I am fine. It has been many years since I haven't been hugged like this. I feel so warm and secure in your arms."

Me (looking into her eyes) replied "Mom, I will make love to you the way you have never experienced. You would forget all the pain in your life."

"Yeah, I have raised a man who can make any woman happy," she giggled.

I held her waist, pulled her over me, and whispered, "You are mine, Madhuri. You are mine. Tonight, I will make crazy love to my lovely wife." Hearing her name from my mouth. The motherly feeling in her loosened. A horny woman deprived of sex for so many years aroused.

She started kissing back passionately. A gentle spark of love, affection, and passion passed between us. Our lips moved in perfect harmony, expressing the language of love. Our bodies were gravitating in a dance of unspoken desire. With each passing moment, the kiss deepened.

We were hugging so tightly that we could feel each other's hearts. They were beating in synchrony. Our bodies were electrified with the flurry of emotions carrying love, care, and, most importantly, lust that coursed through our bodies. I kissed all over her lips, feeling every contour.

Savouring the taste and texture of her juicy pink lips. My senses were heightened when my tongue slipped into Mom's mouth to explore it within. She started sucking my tongue, helping me go deeper and explore every corner of her mouth.

Eventually, our kiss broke, and our heads rested upon each other. I kissed her forehead and chinned her up. I felt so romantic by seeing the reflection of my face in Mom's eyes.

I kissed her eyes and removed the long golden jhumka from her left ear. I kissed her left cheek and slowly went to her ear. She could hear me breathing heavily. I kissed her ear and tried to push my tongue in her ear. She giggled. I immediately pulled it out and sucked her ear lobe. She arched in pleasure.

These constant ups and downs of varied emotions were making her go crazy. I pulled down all her jewellery one by one except the Mangalsutra. I wanted her in my bed with that mangalsutra on her so that I could fuck her as my wife.

Her melons covered in that tight pink bra-blouse were looking so tempting. She acted shy about exposing her breasts to me. She crossed her hands over them. She looked like a newly married bride, shy about exposing herself to her husband.

I laughed seeing her acting like that. She also giggled and said "it's our first wedding night. So let me act like a cute, shy little wife."

I smiled and kissed her cheeks and nodded. And I also decided to act like that "Madhuri, we have come too far now to turn back. Be a good wife now, and let your husband enjoy you." She blushed. Her resistance weakened, and I pulled her hands away. Our eyes locked in a gaze filled with lust.