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Back in the day, Maternal uncle-niece marriages were widely practiced in Southern India, especially in Tamil Nadu. It has reduced drastically in the present, but still, some people do practice it and this story is one of those whe...
As the dance began, the nostalgia hit me and people were mesmerizingly watching the dance. The song brought millions of emotions inside my head as I danced to this song with my friends on our school's annual day.
Up until the dance ended, I was in a daze and was dragged out of it when mama tapped on my shoulder upon the conclusion of the performance.
"They danced well," Mama comments as we depart to our car. "Yes mama, seeing them dance, I wanted to join too," I trail off, hopping inside the car and seating myself in the passenger seat. Parthi mama takes up the driver's seat and starts the car.
"Well, I wouldn't like that," I squint my eyes at him, playfully. Indeed, he doesn't want me to dance in front of all those people.
Subsequently, once we attain our house, mama drops me and parks his car. Humming to myself, I unlock the door and turn the lights on before ascending the stairs to our room.
I've worn a green silk saree and I was unpinning the same when mama sneaks in from behind me and clasps his hands on the sides of my waist.
"Mozhi ma..." his breath tickles my ears and following it, a kiss grazes my earlobe. His lips start imprinting kisses down my neck and I bit the inside of my lips due to the pleasure.
"Ah!" I jump when his teeth clamp down on the base of my neck and he sucks the flesh harshly. "Uh..." His hands are now massaging my breasts over the thin fabric of my blouse and he pinches the nipples, painfully.
But...blame me for my preference to be handled roughly as possible.
One of his hands meander to my navel and he pokes his fingers there while using his other hand to unhook the hooks on my blouse. Once he successfully rips away the blouse, he lifts my face up and kisses my mouth hungrily.
I kiss him back and breathe out raggedly as he divides his lips from mine and pushes me against the wall.
With his one hand, he locks up my both hands on top of my head and kisses the tip of my nose. I watch with my mouth apart as he dives into the valley of my breasts and undoes the bra...
The tingling flesh stands erected and he cups the sides of it, buries his head in between the soft mounds, and moves his face from left to right, simultaneously dropping kisses there.
My toes curl at the action and I try to wriggle away, wanting his mouth on my nipple as soon as possible. The anticipation had me moaning loudly.
However, instead of doing it, he touches my nib with his finger and stretches it, causing a breathy gasp to fall out of my mouth. My panties are soaked and I am aware that I could reach the orgasm by just his lips suckling on my nipple...
He is deliberately edging me.
His beard pricks my cheeks as dips his head against the side of my face and I shudder at each of his pulls and circling on my nipple.
Bringing his face close, he smashes his body over mine and whispers over my lips, "Aen vaerguthu Mozhi?" (Why are you sweating?)his teasing tone made me gulp.
"Mama..." I murmur, wanting to attain the desperate orgasm that's tightening within my stomach. "Sollu," (tell) he asks rather cooly while kneading my bosom and watching them jiggle.
"Please.." I plead as his head slowly lowers to the breast. He blows on them and I shudder at the blissful sensation. And without waiting any further, I thrust my chest forward and he slides the nipple inside his mouth, sucking on them, ravishing them using his tongue and biting the tips whenever he pleases so.
Eventually, he switches to my other bud and I lost it as he devours them insanely...
"....mm..." My head arches back and my body convulses as my release spills out of my opening. Noticing my exhaustion, Parthi mama carries me to the bed and kisses my forehead.
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