We kept standing like that only for some time. My cock was very hard and I was feeling my approaching orgasm. I thought of getting parted from my mother because otherwise I was sure to wet my lungi and her maxi with my semen.
Ammijaan was also near her climax as her breath was also shallow now and her nipples were erect like bullets and poking in my chest.
With a heavy heart, I spoke:
“Ammijaan! I am very happy that Salma Baaji is pregnant. I think you should call her on the pretext of getting her to the mosque and get some amulets for the coming child and here I will fuck her some more times so that the pregnancy is fixed and there is all chance of her getting a child.”
Ammijaan avoided my word “fuck” but lovingly caressed my cheeks and said:
“Ahmed! My loving son! You had already done your duty and now Salma is pregnant and there is no use of her coming to you. As she is already pregnant so we don’t have to do anything now. If she comes to you, you may harm her womb and cannot help her. So it is better that she goes to doctor now instead of going to you. ”
Then laughing mischievously she added:
“Ahmed! I know that you are also aware that there is no use of Salma coming to you. But I can understand why you are anxious to meet her. But my son, keep your intentions aside and let her give birth to her child. I will look for a beautiful bride for you and then you won’t have to think of your sister Salma.”
Saying this she poked her finger in my chest smiling playfully and removing her arms from my neck she went to kitchen to make tea.
I was standing there with my big boner and naturally my next destination was to bathroom for a good masturbation session.
Next day in the morning I woke up late as it was a holiday and I was not going to college. I did my morning rituals and then went to kitchen for breakfast. Ammijaan was standing near the sink and washing the dishes.
I greeted her:
“Aslamalekum Ammijaan!” She also replied: “WalekumSlam.”
I asked about the breakfast. She told that she had made Alloo Parantha and if I want bread then it is on the shelf. I thought of having bread and honey.
I asked Ammijaan:
“Where is the honey? I want bread honey.”
She replied:
“Ahmed! The honey bottle is in the cabinet over my head.”
Actually ours was modern type of kitchen and there were closets on the wall to keep the bottles etc. I decided to have honey spread on bread. Ammijaan asked me to take the bottle from the closet over her head.
I went near to her. As Ammijaan was standing right below the closet, I could not easily get the bottle. So I stopped behind her so that she may move aside and I may get the bottle.
Ammijaan was in a playful mood. She kept standing like before and kept washing the utensils. Seeing me waiting she asked me to go ahead and get the bottle. I had no other way but to stand right behind her and try to get the bottle from the closet.
I was standing behind her and there was only a gap of about 2- 3 inches between us. She did not budge and I opened the closet above her. Our bodies were dangerously close to touch each other. I was naturally hesitant and trying to get the bottle.
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