Rita_Skeeter
Virgin
- Joined
- Feb 26, 2021
- Posts
- 6
She was like a young fruit, of maybe the passion fruit plant, waiting to be had; her long, hard, pink nipples visible through the sheer chiffon of her blouse. The shiny strings of the blouse stitched by my wife, her mother-in-law, for the newly wedded bride of our only son was, I noticed, too tight on her soft, milky flesh. The strings dug into her curves, and I couldn't stop my hesitant self from noticing the moles, both little reds ones and black tils on her sizeable love handles.
I caught my dirty and lecherous gaze of a father-in-law, falling on one of her oh-so-delicately-placed, piercing-black-coloured mole right over the bulge of her plentiful left breast. It played peak-a-boo with me for a while, ’til she caught me staring and slowly fixed her pallu (drape) over the naughty mole, breathing heavily, biting her swollen lower lip.
What a beauty my son had scored. Just like the mythical virgin goddess, Sita, herself. Untouched, and dripping with fertility. A fertility my sagging sixty-year-old ballsacks haven't come close to in years. Oh, how I delight in the smell of young tight pussy. My eyes rest on my son's hand clenching her ass right below the luscious small of her back, draped in my wife's white, wet, and worn chiffon saree.
It was a ritual in our household when a new member was introduced into the family, she had to be initiated. My wife is a stickler in these matters of purity. Dressing up in the woman of the household's soiled saree, preferably with the man of house's semen from the previous night. It is preferable for it to be white, stained, and yes, wet—step one.
DM me to know how this ends!
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It was pure blasphemy.
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Text: Rita_Skeeter
Edit: Kenji Sato
I caught my dirty and lecherous gaze of a father-in-law, falling on one of her oh-so-delicately-placed, piercing-black-coloured mole right over the bulge of her plentiful left breast. It played peak-a-boo with me for a while, ’til she caught me staring and slowly fixed her pallu (drape) over the naughty mole, breathing heavily, biting her swollen lower lip.
What a beauty my son had scored. Just like the mythical virgin goddess, Sita, herself. Untouched, and dripping with fertility. A fertility my sagging sixty-year-old ballsacks haven't come close to in years. Oh, how I delight in the smell of young tight pussy. My eyes rest on my son's hand clenching her ass right below the luscious small of her back, draped in my wife's white, wet, and worn chiffon saree.
It was a ritual in our household when a new member was introduced into the family, she had to be initiated. My wife is a stickler in these matters of purity. Dressing up in the woman of the household's soiled saree, preferably with the man of house's semen from the previous night. It is preferable for it to be white, stained, and yes, wet—step one.
DM me to know how this ends!
..
...
It was pure blasphemy.
_______________
Text: Rita_Skeeter
Edit: Kenji Sato
