A Naive Bride

She was Preeti Sehwal, young lass of 21 years having married a week ago to Prakash Sehwal, was on a trip to her mother's house, accompanied by her brother-in-law Rajesh who was 23 years of age.

Preeti had taken this trip on the advice of her husband Prakash, who earlier having spoken to her mother Sheetal had sent with her a sealed envelope addressed to her. Preeti was delighted to go to her mother's house and after traveling for 24 hours they reached the farm house situated some distance away from the nearest village.

Preeti was born and bred in this farm house and as it was on the outskirts of the village she did not have any friends except the few children of their housekeepers and gardeners. As she was the only child of Rajiv and Sheetal she was pampered a lot and when Rajiv met with a fatal accident six months ago, his wife Sheetal saw that Preeti was married off.

Sheetal had found in Prakash, a well established business man, most suitable partner for Preeti and soon she had celebrated their wedding with pomp and gaiety.

Grandma's Rituals

On the king size bed in the privacy of their bedroom Alka was thrashing her body wildly while her husband was pounding his cock deep into cunt. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her cunt and knew that any moment he may spurt. As she lifted her legs and allowed his cock to penetrate deeper, giving a final trust her husband spent his sperm into her and being exhausted lay upon her crushing her on the bed. She liked it as it was on rare occasion that he fucked her, more so when he had planned to go on a tour. It was his way of telling her that he will out for few days. Alka looked forward for his tours as it was during this time he used her body.

Today it was different as her husband had asked her to take their son and visit her mother. She was worried thinking about her mother who came from a nomad family. She was worried about the stories her mother would tell her teenaged son. She was worried it may upset him. Apart from the stories the rituals her mother believed in were shocking to some extent.

Was it necessary to take her son along was the question running through her mind. It would have been okay if they had to stay for a day or two, but her husband was keen in her having a long holiday. He had hinted a month. How was she going to control his son so long in the small hamlet was what that was harping her.

Lift Her Sari

He heard the car tyres screech and the door slam before she came striding in. She looked furious and it was the first time he heard her swear and as usual she went to her room and locked herself in. This was happening for a fortnight and Dileep sitting on the sofa could no longer see his mother suffer which prompted him to pick ip the diary and skin its pages.

On finding the desired number he dialled and the wait was tormenting before Shyla his mother's friend picked up the phone.

"It's Dileep," he said with a sigh of relief.

"How are you my boy?" asked Shyla.

"I am fine, can I speak to you," he asked.

"You are lucky to have caught me. I was about to leave," she replied.

"It's about mother, did she talk to you?" he asked.

"No what's wrong with her," she alleged.