“Mamoni, in your king-size marital bed, where you’ve made your second Fulsajjya with my new father.” Oishi made a suggestion with a glint in her eyes.
Sreelekha followed her daughter into her own bedroom, where Oishi sprawled out on the bed as if offering her nude body to her mother. She moved beside her daughter, then leaning over her, delicately brushed her lips on Oishi’s.
“We’re in no hurry, Love,” she said, before kissing her daughter tenderly.
And they were in no hurry, as they continued kissing leisurely and sensually. Her fingers began exploring her daughter’s supple body, tracing a line over her curves. And Oishi’s hand soon found her mother’s generous tits and started fondling them.
“Would you like to make love to them?” Sreelekha asked, before rolling onto her back….. in which without answering, she swooped in and started sucking on her mother’s tits hungrily.
“That’s it, Love. Mmm… mnn… Nothing like sucking on tits, is there?” She sighed.
She rolled both of them over, and straddling her daughter’s torso, left her pendulous breasts inches away from her daughter’s face. Oishi latched on to one, feasting on it madly, then the other, while her hands kneaded their luscious flesh.
The way in which she sucked on those succulent tits confirmed her agreement. A feeling of nurturing swept over the happy mother, as she watched her daughter become consumed by the primal instinct to suckle, reminding her of all the times she sucked on her friend Swastika’s orbs. She brushed her dangling tits across her daughter’s face, with Oishi enjoying being smothered by their softness.
“God, that feels so good. Your father never spent so much time on them.” She sighed as her daughter released the nipple with a slurp…. she was sucking on.
“Some men are in a hurry, especially young ones. Some, like your Jamai ( Daughter’s Husband ), love sucking on tits. And yours’ are delicious!”
With that she pushed one of her pink nipples in her mother’s lips as she started licking and sucking on it , until she licked her way up to her lips. Looking her in the eyes, she then took her daughter’s hand and moved it between her parted thighs. Oishi could feel the moistness of her mother’s slit, and trembling with excitement, pressed a finger into her slippery womanhood.
Sreelekha sighed feeling her daughter’s fingers in her sheath….. it encouraged her, and she started working them in and out. Then she felt her mother’s fingers at her own entrance. The loving mother-daughter pleasured each other slowly, as they kissed or looked into each other’s eyes.
Oishi never felt so close, so intimate, so loved by her mother. Her fingers were having their effect, but she could see the effect her fingers were having on her mother. She frigged her mother hard, while kissing her neck until her body convulsed in ecstasy. When her spasms eased, she gently took hold of Oishi’s hand.
“Love! Oh my God!” Sreelekha said, breathlessly.
“I love you, Mamoni.”
“Oh, baby! I know you do. That was wonderful.”
Sreelekha wanted to move her love to the next level, and started kissing her way down her daughter’s body. She sensed where her mother was heading when she licked her belly, then a thigh. She moved between her legs, her face inches from her daughter’s essence.