All the while my numbed brain wondered what had happened. We never spoke of what happened that afternoon, at first it was if it had ...ever occurred. The following week I came home from school, and realized mom was doing laundry as I walked through the house. Had she altered her routine to match mine? That time, when she silently walked into my room, I made no effort to stop or hide what I was doing. My fist kept pumping my throbbing dick as my mother. My fingers digging into the curve at the top of her hips pulled her deeper onto my hard pulsing cock. I unloaded my cum deep into her cunt with a series of hot body wracking shots. A few last strokes and I pulled out with a wet slurp. Then we all crawled up onto the soft couch, arms and legs everywhere; hands, fingers and lips slowly stroking the last few shocks of passion from our hot sweaty bodies.We lay in a pile and rested, the after glow coursing through our bodies. I could feel a soft wet. I wasn’t going to be far behind.She reached under herself and between her legs with one hand to fondled my balls as I pounded away at her bottom. She moaned a little and then said, “Mmmmm…..Hai Maa …..coming…..Oh God…. Mera nikal raha hai (I’m cumming)! I’m coming!” Manisha’s body began to shudder and spasm as her orgasm started.I couldn’t hold off any longer and felt the first load of come shoot out of my cock and deep into her climaxing pussy. I tried to keep pumping away as fast and as hard. Everything I wore was never worn before, by anyone, because I had to be perfectly pure for my husband, when I was given away.'All the men gathered in the front room of my new husband's house, and I was led out by my husband's mother, who was picked to be our consummation witness. She was stern, and mean. I don't know how anyone could have liked her, but I thought she was awful.'The Elder said his piece, and I was taken to the big bedroom in the back of the house. It was one with a separate its.