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I love my Maa most. So I obeyed her and I am enjoying the life. After Vishnu’s marriage, I turned gloomy. Maa had stopped Vishnu’s education also after her inter, saying that anyway she is to be married. Then the responsibilities of the family. So let her enjoy the life.This was her intention. I loved my sister very much and after she stopped going to college, we spent most of the time together. That evening Maa came into my room and said, “Abhi, cheer up Kanna, life is not Vishnu alone. Apart from that, she got married to lead a happy life. You have got your life. Enjoy, be happy. Make others happy. One day or the other she had to be married. Isn’t it?”“But Maa I am missing her terribly. We were so close and both used to roam around,” I said. “Yes, true. But is she the only one to take care of? There are others you can take care and take them out as you took your sister. There are others also to accompany you,” mom said smilingly.I looked at her in surprise and said “Maa!” She smiled. When I was a kid I never understood what everyone was talking about with the cold, to me it felt wonderful.“How do you know me?”She turned and I was gob-smacked! She was more amazing from the front than behind. She wasn’t very curvy, but the curves she had were just amazing. Her breasts were perfect globes and hung without a care in the world for gravity. Her mons was covered in a soft-looking down. She was the epitome of every right thing about a woman’s beauty. Then she smiled and she doubled it.She stepped close and I thought about backing away, but when she came close, her spicy scent was incredible. She put her hands to my jacket and unbuttoned it. As she spoke, she touched points of my coat and clothes. Buttons seemed to pop open, zippers flowed down on their own, my shirt which I remember pulling over my head that morning seemed to part and fall behind me like an unbuttoned blouse. Even my bra, which had a back clasp opened from the front and fell behind me. In moments I was.
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