It was a wedding night at my house. One of my relatives was getting married. The arrangement was such that, there was a party and dance at a banquet hall and the jai-mala ceremony. Post dinner there, the actual wedding traditions were to take place at my home.
We had all danced, ate and enjoyed at the party as a family. Now everyone was coming home, to change and attend the wedding. My mom (late 40s) and some relatives were the first to leave the party venue and reach home. I came home 10-15 mins later.
When I reached home, I saw my mom’s room was locked. Usually in such family functions, no one locked the door. I initially thought she must be changing her dress. So I waited outside.
Then the door was unlocked. And a man walked out. I saw my mother standing in the room. Her sister was sitting on the bed. And the man was my father’s sister’s husband (early 50s).
They smiled at me and started asking did you enjoy the party, like a normal conversation. I responded yes and talked about the party. I was still trying to make sense of what was happening in the room before I came in. Just then, my mom who was still standing, bent down and started pulling her panties up. Since she was wearing her saree, I hadn’t noticed they were dropped to her feet. She pulled them up her knees and white thick thighs and wore them under her saree. She had worn a new saree for the function today, which now I could see was crumbled up. Only my maasi was talking to me, I saw my mom panting for breath and sweating.
Her blouse and bra were also in disarray and so was her make-up and lipstick. I saw a pillow on the bend near my maasi (wife’s sister). The bedsheet was also crumbled near the pillow. And while my mom started changing, I saw her petticoat was wet due to sweat.
I now remembered my mom and fufa (father’s sister’s husband) were dancing a lot together in the party. They must have come home early, closed the door and started at it. He must have made my mom, lie on her back on the bed with her sister watching no one was near. He must have pulled her saree up, raised her leg and pulled down her panties.
He must have fucked her with her legs raised, which is why the saree was crumbled. He must be kissing her lips and sucking/fondling her boobs leaving the blouse/bra and lipstick. I could see my mom sweating and smiling so it must have been a good fuck. My maasi was trying to straighten the bedsheet which was also crumped with my mom and fufa humping. My mom is heavy so he would have been quite hard, and made her sweat all along. I couldn’t see a condom, so my guess is he came inside her. I know my mom is on birth control so no risk. But wonder was she still carrying his semen in her pussy.
Later at night in the wedding, I could see my mom and fufa exchanging looks and smiling. My mom asked me to get him to the room to sleep as he seems tired. He went in and slept on the same bed he had fucked my mom.
My fufa lives in a village and is tall, dark and quite well built. I have seen him flirting and having fun with my mom. He used to play holi with her, touch her cheeks, hugged her and sometimes fondle her as well in the tussle. Even she used to reciprocate.
On one holi, I remember she had put colors in his shirt, put it on his hairy wide chest and rubbed all over. He also put it on her stomach below her blouse. He even put colors on her legs and then lifted her saree to put it on her thighs. He used to compliment her for her white milky thick thighs and how the color suits so well on it.
I assumed it was all innocent until that day. But I know he had pinned my mom down and fucked her hard with her legs and thighs in the air or his shoulders. The look on my mom’s face and panting breathlessly also made me realise she was desperately waiting to be fucked by him. No wonder she waxed her legs, when she was wearing a saree all throughout the function.
She had specially ordered to make her blouse almost backless. And all through the party she danced with him showing her back to seduce him. She came home early with him to get a chance to spread her legs.