Please allow me to love you.She replied…. Okay but you will not proceed once he came back.I agreed upon this and started kissing her soft neck. That...time she was in typical Indian attire Nighty. In India usually women wear nighty over blouse so that they can feel safe and it also keeps their tits well in shape and also reflects their beauty at utmost level and same I was feeling that time. Her 38DDD boobs were well protruding and inviting me to ruin them but at the same time I was bounded with. My thin panties were dripping with my arousal. I felt my knees hit the back of the mattress. I fell down, landing on the soft down comforter. My father towered over me, before sinking next to me. He placed his large hands on my breasts, rolling them and pushing them together gently. My body was on fire. I watched as his head slowly went toward them. I felt his hot breath on my tight nipples. Lick. I yelped as another orgasm shot through my core. His mouth latched on to me. Sucking at first. I started by pulling all your wavy hair to one side, exposing your fragile pristine neck.I began to kiss you with soft little kisses, up and down your neck. Whilst doing this my hands were busy caressing your body. I took my big palms on your hips, rubbing them up and down your side.I dropped down to my knees. I told you to stick your butt out whilst still hugging the wall. I grabbed your ankles. My hands worked their way up from your ankels to your knees and then onto your tighs, lifting your. Are you ... are you sure," I gasped."Yes, I am totally sure." Oh my God," I whispered.Mom smiled and her face was totally aglow. Then she said, "Do I look silly being pregnant and wearing this outfit?" God no, you look ... you look ... oh God Mom," I stammered."I wore an outfit just like this on my wedding night with your father. Of course I was a good bit thinner."I stood up and my knees were shaking as I stared."Well are you going to kiss the bride or not."I pulled my mother into my arms for.