Loving My Raised Mother

Own me

Ceklek, door in the lock so no one comes in. Arya walked back to the wife who was still sitting and perverted her hands.

Arya crawled up close to back with that marathon-looking breath. Previously opened his shirt so as to expose the sixpex stomach and chest that field.

Fatma swallowed her saliva over and over again. Manik eyes continue to look at the body of the husband, his lips are open to convey something with the intention of his who wants to bathe first. And care for the core area. But Arya quickly embraces and restores her lips with Fatma's defiant lips.

His hand embracing the exposed upper body, Arya's palm gently rubbed Fatma's back moving up and down, then locked her nape. In order not to stay away, the more export touch that increasingly stimulates the brain to do something.

The other arm did not remain silent. Keep guerrilla everywhere, for a moment Arya stopped his kiss.

"Who wants it now?" tanya Fatma stared at her heartily.

Slowly Arya nodded, in her eyes already filled with a haze of passionate desire. "I can't stand it anymore." His voice was shaking withstanding something.

Fatma slightly smiled at her smile. And wait for the reaction Arya next action that. "Do it, do your duty. Have me completely." Reply Fatma, her voice was barely audible and hid the face in the chest of Aryan fields.

Sure enough, Arya did not waste any more time doing her duty as a husband, she pushed both shoulders of Fatma backwards. Put her to bed slowly, caressing her cheeks very gently.

"Is that ready?" arya asked very quietly and trembled.

"I am ready to be born and to be inner, to serve you now." Fatma nodded slowly.

Arya was happy to hear the answer from her wife. Then the netra Arya eyes moved looking at the curtains that were still open, she came down by swinging her wide steps grabbed the curtains and closed them. After that, the hunt came back to the wife who was waiting.

Now Arya re-launched her act of peppering with Fatma, peaking back her desire. Arya, who kept her wife confined, pulled out a blanket to cover her body.

Fatma's hand coiled on Arya's shoulder fondled her hair affectionately. When it began to penetrate, Arya was silent for a moment.

"Why baby?" Fatma. He was already very ready.

Arya bengong for a moment. Did he read the prayer when he wanted to make fun of his wife? when you remember to read and re-read.

Bismillah, Allahumma jannib naassyyaithana wa jannibi syaithoona maarazaqtanaa.

It means: "By reciting the name of Allah, O Allah keep us from (disturbance) Satan and keep the devil from interfering with what (son) you will provide for us."

Arya immediately positioned herself even though this was her first time but Arya did not hesitate to do it. without Fatma directing.

"Have me completely, baby." Arya's voice on the sidelines of this first new ritual.

Fatma follows the rhythm that Arya created and is very organized. In his little heart he was afraid to hurt Fatma even though it was not the first for Fatma but remembering the past of Fatma, making Arya feel afraid, afraid Fatma felt hurt.

Both of them enjoyed the hot game. Being able to eliminate all the burden of any mind, sweat flooded both bodies.

The atmosphere outside was so very hot, the heat was burning the earth. Adding to the heat was the struggle that Arya created. Already several times they feel the peak, which is very very exciting to make the heart happy and feel satisfied with each other.

A long scrumptious whimper sounded from Arya's mouth. For him this was more than his expectations. Something great will become opium. In the days ahead.

Arya also fell on the chest of the wife along with a long cry. His body drooped weakly, and seconds later a friendly kiss landed on the wife's forehead.

"Thank you dear? and sorry if it hurt you! I still don't understand how to make you satisfied in bed." Half whispered.

Arya's breathing is still hunting. Making her chest go up and down, Fatma inched into the arms of Arya sticking her head there.

"I'm quite satisfied" he said with a happy smile. "I'm also happy that Aa's satisfied." Little looked up.

"Me, happy. And very satisfied, surely I'll be hooked." Arya said while embracing Fatma's shoulder.

"I'm also very happy" said Fatma, tightening her arms.

"Well, I don't wear it" Fatma hung up her words.

Arya raised her hand without turning her head and entered the bathroom.

Fatma shook the blanket and went down, picking up her clothes on the floor. Then take Aryan clothes and collect them.

After making a messy bed like a broken ship. Fatma stepped out of the room, swinging her legs into Rania's room to see if Rania was awake or not. The feeling from earlier did not hear his voice. Is he too cool with Arya.

"Eeh .. Mama's daughter is awake apparently," said Fatma when she found Rania playing a doll.

"Yes, Mama. Rania woke up and wanted to take a shower?" The boy looked at the mother who was standing by the door.

"Can you, do you want Mama to bathe or self-medicate?" tanya Fatma approached.

"Rania wants to take a bath herself ah, Mama wants to take a shower too?"

"Dear I-yes, papa used to take a shower," said Fatma while making Rania's bed.

"Mama and papa are out bobo?" rania looked inside.

"Yes," she said Fatma again without turning her head.

Rania was silent as if thinking, her beads twitching.

"Yes, Rania wants to take a shower?" the boy stood up and passed.

"Okay, that's clean? Mama get her clothes ready.

"Yes, Mum."

After preparing Rania's clothes. Fatma passed to her room, and immediately found Arya performing prayers. Then Fatma mamesuki the bathroom to clean herself up.

"Ah ... soak first. Let it be fresh." Fatma fills her bathub and aroma therapy.

At the moment Fatma is cooking for dinner.

Arya came after getting dressed. Approaching the wife and hugging her from behind, sticking her chin to Fatma's shoulder.

"I, again cook dear .. don't bother dong." Fatma looked to the side.

"Emang, who said you were in the shower? it's cooking." Arya did not heed the words of the wife while still hugging her stomach.

"Papa?" play yu take a walk outside, bored!" rania's voice disturbs Arya who is embracing Fatma.

"What dear?" Arya turned her body.

"Streetings, Rania is bored here constantly. Let Mama cook here, we go for a walk." Rania's Birthday.

"Em .. may, Mama. Can we both go for a walk?" her eyebrows turned towards Fatma.

"Em, I can. But not for long? dead Mama no friends." Fatma focused on her cooking.

Then Arya and Rania walked out and left Fatma who was engrossed in her activities ....

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Well, in a few days, I don't know why I was down. Bleng in writing, and please pray her. happen to be less fit nih🙏