As the horny middle-aged priest was constantly checking her deep cleavage, her boobs and semi-exposed figure, he couldn’t help but stare at her … often adjusting his growing bulge with his saffron ‘Dhuti’. She smiled coyly … noticing the bulge. Soon their eyes met with others and he couldn’t help himself rubbing his dick over his ‘Dhuti’.
Actually he too had been trying to draw his sexy devotee’s attention to him. It seemed like forever but was probably one and half hour had passed since he arrived at the Chowdhury House. At one point she noticed her mother was busy in her gossiping with him … at the farthest corner of the room.
It seemed they were talking almost in whisper … and they were standing so closely … often taking other’s hands … theirs eyes were consumed in passion. She was highly surprised at their behaviour … how a holy priest like Swami Nityananda would behave with her mother so intimately.
Next evening Soma came back home in the evening … spending few jolly moments with her dearest friend Pamela. She was hurrying back … thinking about her baby-boy’s nourishing … he might be hungry. She kept him to her mother and it passed almost two hours since she had breastfed him last time.
She noticed a scooty parking at the driveway and she could easily recognise it’s owner … yes, it was her father-in-law’s … who often had come to their house. Actually he was her father’s dearest friend … and after her marriage with his son Rahim, their closeness and intimacy had deepened further.
He would often come to ‘Choudhury House’ … even spend few days with the family … it seems he is almost a family member of the great Chowdhury Family. She grinned remembering his close intimacy with her mother … when she noticed her mother stroking his cock and they were watching her being fucked by her father.
As she walked in, she heard the familiar Mantras along with the religious song ( Parvati Maa, Parvati Maa, Tumi Jagatmata … Shakimoyee Tumi Maa, Shantirupini Tumi Maa ) singing by her mother in their worship-room. Instantly her mind filled with heavenly bliss as she too mumbled the song … matching her lips with her mother’s singing.
It was almost evening … and she could guess that her mother was complying her normal evening Puja. She was habituated with this because she noticed that her mother had devoted herself more to Parvati Maa since her attainment of pregnancy. Her mother often went to ‘Maa Saradashram’ to have a visit with Swami Nityananda to show her gratitude to him and get his blessing whenever she had a chance.
That’s when she realised along with the religious song, other noises were also coming out … she couldn’t quite make out at first. The sounds were definitely coming out from their Worshship-Room … along with Thap … Thap … Pooch … Pooch … wet sounds. With some conflicting mind, she moved towards the worship-room, and as she did, she could make out the sounds that were previously masked by that religious song.
