My Future Wife And Her Mother
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Hello, My Dear Readers. I have been writing a lot of stories ever since I finished with the script of ‘Sexting My Mother’. The remaining episodes are on the way. In the meantime, I am trying to move in a new direction, opening up more possibilities. Though these are all mostly smaller stories, and still in the initial stages, I have been getting them published part by part. I know some of my friends hate that habit of mine. But I am only doing it so that I can understand if the content is liked or not, and I can improve the plot in the next episodes. I hope you like this new attempt of mine. Happy Reading! The story is narrated by Vimal. Namitha and I have been following each other on Instagram for almost a year now. But it had been only a few months since we started exchanging texts and talking. I was into photography and had been getting a decent amount of appreciation for my posts. I had also started making money out of the sponsored content I uploaded, and everything was perfect. I was also getting more and more closer to Namitha, and before I knew it, we were dating. I fell in love with her, and I wanted to marry her, just a month after we started going out. It all seemed a bit too early, but I was sure she was the one. At 25, I was still a young man. And, at 20, she was still in college. Life was just beginning. One of the first things Namitha told me during our very early conversations was how much her mother enjoyed going through my Instagram feed. “My mother just loves your posts. She says you click such wonderful pictures.” was the exact message she sent me. I also very formally thanked me for it, back then. The next few weeks saw us telling our parents about the relationship, and what we wanted out of it. They were, of course, surprised to hear it, but did not say no. That was what we wanted too. We just did not want them to say no. We were ready to wait. “Oh, Fuck. You make me feel so good,” Namitha moaned, pushing my head deeper into her pussy, with both her hands, as I licked her clean. She was not a virgin, and she had told me about it even before our first official date. I was not at all bothered about her chastity. The only thing that hurt me was that she had been deflowered only a week before I told her I like her. It really made me feel I should not have delayed expressing my feelings for her. “I am so sorry, Vimal. I just did not know you would ever ask me out. I always wished you did, but I felt I did not deserve you,” she said, crying after telling me her truth. “It’s okay,” I told her, though I felt a little staggered with the timeline of events. I never knew she had a boyfriend all that while. “No, I am sorry for being a slut that night. And it was not even with my boyfriend. I have never even been in a relationship before, you know,” she explained, clearing my doubt. But, also making me wonder who it could be then. “Please don’t. Please, never ask me who it was, Vimal. I really don’t think I can tell you. And I don’t want to lie. So, please don’t ask,” she further added. I did not know what I should have told her. But, I knew she was very hurt. She did look very disturbed. We never talked about it. I did not want to. I just did not feel like I wanted to know who my girlfriend got laid with. I just felt it did not matter. I love her, and she loves me. That is all that I cared about. Also, she did not ask me anything about my past, either. And, if at all she had asked me, I am not sure if I would have told her all of it. I had lost my virginity in my very first year at college, and it now felt like ages ago. And, I have had a decent amount of time in the bed, with more than just one woman, over the last few years. But, after I met Namitha, she was all I ever wanted. “Will you always be by my side? I know you will keep me happy. But if you ever get to know something very wrong about me, will you leave me?” she asked me, teary-eyed. I had never seen her cry. “Is there something you want to tell me? I know we had decided not to talk about it. But, I think I should ask you this now. You can be honest with me. Were you forced that night?” I asked her. “No… Vimal, I mean, I don’t know what to tell you. I wasn’t forced. I am just…” she left the sentence incomplete. “Is there anything I can do to make you forget it?” I asked her. “What do you mean?” she asked, with a very uncertain face. “I can avenge for what has happened to you!” I said, with all the enthusiasm of a responsible boyfriend, a caring lover, and a future husband. “No, Vimal, I don’t think I want to see any kind of hurt being caused to… I mean… Please! Let’s just not talk about it,” she said, wiping her tears off and hugging me tightly. I hugged her back, immediately, with a lot of love. But also not able to stop from acknowledging the fact that her wonderful pair of big tits pressed against my chest. Groping her busty melons, very soon became my favorite pass time. Wherever we went and however crowded the place was, I still would manage to fondle her breasts, and sometimes even mauling her boobs in public. Though only 20, Namitha had a very voluptuous figure. She was not at all fat or unevenly bulky. But just had the perfect amount of flesh everywhere it mattered. She had a firm 34-25-34 sized body. And, her beautiful round butt very well complimented her tight bust. Namitha definitely was the hottest girl I had ever been with. She sure was a chick any man would want to spend a night with. I had seen her topless, multiple times, over the last few weeks. But this was the first time she pulled her pants down for me, and her shaved pussy was just too irresistible. “Aah, Vimal. This feels so good!” she groaned as I continued to eat her dripping pussy. I knew she had cum when a fresh stream of her hot juices came flowing down. I also knew she was fully aroused, just like how she had been all the 7 times we made out. But, I also knew we were going all the way this time. Thinking about it, it was funny that we still never tried to have some real action despite all the chances we had. Namitha’s parents were mostly never home, and we had the space for ourselves during the day. We were a very patient couple, but that was going to change. “Fuck me! Right now!” she almost ordered, just like I was hoping she would. I wanted it too. I was certainly more excited than I was during all the ‘gentle’ sessions we had before. I had just unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out of my trunks when I heard the bell to the door ring. “Shit!” Namitha said, gasping, searching for her panties on the floor. “Mummy is back!” she continued, checking her watch. Her mother had said she would be back home early that day, and Namitha had completely lost track of time. “What took you so long, Nami?” I could hear her mother ask as she opened the door. Namitha did take a little too much time to pull her leggings back up and make herself look less flushed. “Sorry, Mummy, Vimal is here… And… Err…I was just giving him a home tour,” she replied, very, very unconvincingly.  I made myself look ‘presentable’. “What?” her mother replied, a little taken aback. She was not expecting her daughter to bring her boyfriend home. But, then, she just smiled, seeing me walk towards them. “Ohh… Hello… Hello, Uma Aunty…” I said to Namitha’s mother as she introduced me to her. I was definitely surprised that her mother looked so young. She seemed at-least 10 years younger than in the photos her daughter showed me. “You better start calling her Mummy,” Namitha quickly intervened, suggesting her parents have almost said yes to our alliance. But, I only continued to feel lost. My future wife’s mother, Uma, was exactly what one would call a perfect ‘Desi MILF Aunty’. She was just the ripest woman I had seen my whole life. And, unfortunately for me, she was listed among the very minimal number of ladies I was not supposed to wank for. I was only getting in terms with the very obvious truth that my Future Mother-In-Law was a hot mature item when I heard Namitha suggest we all talk over a cup of coffee. “Yes… Yes… It is after all the first time I am meeting your Vimal. I mean… Our Vimal… But, you two better sit right here! No more home tours!” Uma Aunty said, in a stern tone, but also laughing, as she walked towards the kitchen. I just could not take my eyes off her thick swaying butt, and for a second, even wondered how she would look without the clothes that covered her. She sure looked gorgeous in her tight green kurti and yellow tights, but equally deserved to be imagined naked. I was slowly starting to enter my world of fantasies, even as her daughter, my girlfriend, Namitha, stood right next to me when Uma Aunty suddenly stopped walking. She turned around, looked at me, and gave me a sly teasing smile, clearly letting me know she had a good idea about what was happening inside her house, all this while. But, what shook me, even more, was the fact that she had cared to check out the erectness of my hidden, yet still throbbing penis. Not just this time, but more than once, over the last five minutes. To be continued. I really hope you all liked this story. Please do send me your feedback and comments on [email protected].