Loving My Raised Mother

Tocid

After Rania disappeared behind the door, Fatma moved from her seat. Taking a step towards the door and closing it tightly, standing and leaning against the door saw the husband who was staring and his lips laughing wide.

"This darling?" call Arya while waving and then pat the mattress beside her.

But Fatma shook her head while smiling seductively. Making Arya wake up quickly flicking the blanket down set foot on the floor. Walking up to Fatma in plain condition.

"Aaaaa .." cried Fatma immediately closed her two neutrals with ten fingers that were not tight, so that she could still peek, see the hanging ones. Shake in the way of the owner.

A long and self-propelled combat weapon. Making a pain and horror that sees, but does not stop to see it.

Suddenly the burly hand carried Fatma's body. He took her to bed. Fatma's hand reflexively coiled around Arya's shoulder and looked at her face with Fatma's lips expanding.

Slowly Fatma's body stood on the bed and grabbed whatever was a hindrance to the view, leaving none.

Arya's breath back hunting sounded irregular. And immediately bring Fatma into the blanket, Fatma cama can resigned even though she was already burning and wanted it at this time.

Flirt after fondling makes strange sounds escape from the lips of both so that it fills the room fortunately in there install airtight. The voice from inside was not heard coming out.

De-Sahan and a small groan came out of Fatma's lips. Lengu-han no doubt escapes from Arya's mouth. Sizzling gently in the ear.

"Darling .. make me happy! make me drift into the realm of nirvana." Fatma's lips were rummaging as she closed her eyes that too felt something that made her body tremble violently.

"Dear, I will make you happy and always will be mine. Forever." Reply Arya while long moaning. "Norh ...."

Brugh!

Along with the collision of the body bathed in sweat. Drooping tired over the body of Fatma who hugged the body of Arya.

"Thank you darling?" arya's voice trembled with her breath still not under control.

"Either. Sweetheart! I'm so happy" replied Fatma who was still at home wrapping her hands around Arya's shoulders.

"Thank God that baby is happy, I'm very happy too." His hand fondly stroked Fatma's hair, then laid her body on the bed after being satisfied shooting in the well-kept forest.

"I'm very happy right now." Fatma's lips do not stop expanding to form a smile.

While they looked at each other with affection. Arya's hand held Engan Fatma and then kissed her many times. Cup! cup!.

Thereafter. Both of them wake up scrambling for blankets to wrap their bodies, because no one wants to give up. Finally, an interesting event happened.

And in the end, Arya threw the blanket on the floor so that both of them looked plain. Fatma's hands cover the upper and sensitive areas with her thighs that she lifts slightly.

Arya stared intensely from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. With smiling lips.

"Honey. A splinter over there shower?" fatma in the same position.

"Ha ha ha. Look at my wife like this." Tempta Arya while crossing her hands on her chest.

"Ih ... Is there? I was amused to see Aa like that .." cried Fatma helplessly looking at the long sword that was freely exposed.

But Arya did not heed the words of the wife. While laughing still did not want to move. Fatma quickly grabbed a pillow and covered her body.

Arya who turns her lips down quickly pulled the pillow that Fatma hugged, then carried it ala bridal styl, making Fatma's body float and a hand contact Fatma coiled around the neck of the husband.

Fatma took him to the bathroom. The two people who are both innocent move to clean themselves.

About twenty minutes they cleaned themselves up. Then grab a towel, after cleaning yourself under the shower.

Arya and Fatma immediately dressed neatly and worked on the Dzuhur together. Before going out for lunch.

When she was still praying, Rania was heard calling, but because the door was opened Fatma. Rania could just open it.

Blake it!

Rania pushed the door of the mother's room. As her mother and father were reciting prayers, Rania slowly approached. Then sit down near the mother, raise your hands. And follow meng Aamiin the prayer of the father.

After reading the prayer, Arya looked back. Fatma immediately kissed the back of Arya's hand respectfully. Arya kissed his wife's forehead. Then Arya turned her gaze to Rania who was resting beside the mother.

"Sweet child to read prayers too?" arya said with a smile on her lips.

"Yes, Papa. Rania is reading the prayer."

"Smart child .." continued Fatma and Arya together. And kiss Rania's cheeks in turn.

"We love Rania" said Fatma also Arya. Hugging Rania together.

This little family seemed very happy, loving each other. Even though Rania and Arya are not blood related.

"Mom, Papa. I'm waiting for lunch, isn't there?" asked Rania while looking up.

"Em ... We just finished the bath baby." Answer Fatma.

"Yes, sweet boy. We just finished cleaning, we're just gonna eat." Arya stood up and opened the sheath.

So did Fatma open her face and fold it. Stored on the nightstand.

"Ooh ... Rania hasn't had a shower!" the boy stared fixedly.

"No pa-pa, Rania will be in the afternoon if she wants to leave." Arya. And Fatma nodded.

Then the three of them walked towards the dining room. Rania uses both her hands to hold the hand of her mother and her father.

More and more a very happy little family. Arrive at the dining table with lunch. Rania Arya sits in the middle of Arya and Fatma sits.

Fatma took the plate for her husband and son. Filling with rice and side dishes. And also vegetables. Then Fatma took it upon herself.

After reading the prayer to eat. The three of them immediately ate lunch very greedily. Moreover, Arya and Fatma who have just drained their energy so much loss of nutrients.

"Mam, Mama's done shampooing, huh? that's wet hair!" rania asked, her clear eyes watching Fatma's wet hair. Keep turning your eyes towards Arya who also looks fresh.

Fatma and Arya throw views at each other, seeing Rania's reaction is very slow (maximum kepo)

"Darling .. yes, Mama's hair is out of care, lettuce!" elak Fatma kissing the end of her hair ....

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