Kanimozhi
6.30 pm
The whole of the temple and the surrounding areas have been glittered with LED lights, blossoms, and tiny lamp lights, offering a heavenly look to the beautiful temple. Outside the temple, several small stalls of various kinds had been installed and people were rushing from one stall to another to purchase their desired things.
Mama and I had just completed worshipping the deities in the temple and were stepping down the stairs. Devotional songs are being played on one side and beside the temple, a stage has been built to conduct different competitions. People of all age groups participate and show off their talents. At present, a small kid is mumbling a 'shloka' from Bhagavat Gita, and even though we weren't walking to that side, people could heed the baby voice of the kid through the speaker positioned around the area.
"Sugar cane juice?" Mama asks as we cross a stall that sells sugarcane juice. I pause to the side of the stall and nod my head at him. As Mama went to order the juice, I couldn't help but feel and watch the enchanting scenario around me. People are laughing, chatting with their loved ones and kids are torturing their parents to buy all the toys their eyes catch sight of.
A particular kid around the age of three grasps my attention and I adoringly watch as he speaks in his own language to a toy in his hand. His mother picks him up and lovingly questions to him, "What is it saying?" The kid giggles innocently and hugs the toy, hiding his face in his mother's shoulder.
The mother laughs along with her kid and I have no idea why my eyes were loaded with tears. Perhaps, I haven't yet recovered from my mother's death. I don't think I could ever come out of it. When I was little, my mother used to bring me to these festivals and buy me a lot of toys and a small kitchen clay set for me to cook and play...
I remember stealing vegetables and fish without mom's knowledge and cooking them in my tiny clay pots.
When she found me, she would scold me for a while but then would taste the ones I cooked after her anger cooled down. And she would embrace me to her and kiss me on my cheeks.
My throat clogs as her memories rush into my head. "Mozhi," I look to my side upon mama's call. "Here," he hands me the sugarcane juice and I quickly blink away the tears before starting to sip on the sugary liquid.
"I want to have a kid too," I mumble, still watching the mother-son duo's love. Parthi mama side glances at me and quietly drinks the juice.
"Hm, you should complete your studies and establish a career before that," unsurprised by his reply, I lend him a small smile.
"I will," he smiles back slightly and we continue to gulp down the sugarcane juice. Forthwith, we enter some stalls and I buy a few keychains, earrings, and hairpins while Mama casually stands beside me and nods his head in a no or yes whenever I would showcase to him the products I choose.
Just like that, the time passed by, and the night set in. It looked as though the world was wrapped by a murky duvet.
By now, people were gathered around a free space outside of the arena of the temple where Karagattam, (an ancient folk dance) was about to begin. We are in the crowd too and I lean back against mama's chest as I await to witness the dance performance.
Mama has his hands wrapped around my waist and his chin is resting atop my head.
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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