Loving My Raised Mother

Seductively

"Beloved, thank you for being my husband who loves me and Rania too." Fatma changed her sleeping position sideways facing Arya who was still in the same position.

"Yes, honey. God willing I will always love you and our children, will always be by your side." The back of his hand stroked the wife's cheek.

"I'm so happy. Can you live with you?" Fatma clasped Arya's hand with a very big smile.

"I'm happy to see my dear happy, dear Oya. Aa, I've been thinking something-"

"What?" tanya Fatma who directly cut the words from Arya.

"I want to sell an apartment! wh-wh-"

"What's Aa for?" again Fatma paused Arya's talk.

"Aa, sell it. Because Aa wants to buy a house for the three of us, the four of us with our children. The apartment is too small for us and Mension is too big. Aa wants ... What are we more?" Arya paused her own words.

"What?" Fatma shrieked while stroking Aryan's jaw.

"Aa, want us more ... more reflect simple life. N-no, Aa wants to take you to a hard life, baby, isn't it. Cuman .. yes that is, it does not have to be in everyday life to fanfare how it is," said Arya.

Fatma was silent trying to digest the intentions of her husband. His eyes were just looking at Arya.

"Sometimes, Aa wants to live a quieter life. Comfortable, there is only our small family, let alone we are still a time of adjustment, still hanymoon atmosphere as well, so do not want to be disturbed as it is today. Ha ha ha .." said Arya ended with a crisp laugh.

"Ah ... end of it is also basic .. mesum mulu deh." Fatma got up and sat down.

But Arya pulled it so that she lay back on her back. "Where are you going, baby?"

"Hunger, haven't eaten yet. What time is it? it's a long journey, baby. In Indonesia, it's early morning, right?" sahut Fatma stared intensely at her husband who was above her.

"Yes, it's about five hours, baby. It's still afternoon." Arya nodded.

"Yes! find food? after that, Aa rested for a while. Let her body fit again." Fatma pushed Arya's chest not to support her movements.

Arya let out a long sigh, then woke up sitting herself on the edge of the bed.

"alright. Honey change clothes first." Arya's hand pulled the rope of Fatma's kimono that had stood and immediately opened.

"Eeh, what the hell?" fatma's hand held onto the kimono which was about to descend.

"Waw ... turns out in his innocence, if you know so from earlier," Arya grinned while looking mischievously at the wife.

"What the hell was that?" Fatma dragged her step near the suitcase she had not yet settled.

"Yes, I went to the bathroom. Throw the seeds in there!" Arya came down and took her steps to the bathroom.

Fatma was astonished and immediately looked over. "Huh? meaning?"

Arya turned her body. "Yes, would throw the seeds in the bathroom, had already been strained at the push, to vanish it forced and with a heavy heart there alone." Pointing to the bathroom with a sulking tone.

For a moment Fatma was silent, blind eyes looked at Arya intensely who was still standing cross-legged in the chest. He looked from the bottom up.

Fatma's hand pulled the kimono attached to her body, so she stood up innocently. Without a thread that adorns, it was deliberately done to tempt the husband.

Seeing the wife like that, it was clear who her husband was who did not desire to do something fun.

Likewise with the handsome man, reflexively stepped his broad legs closer to the unmoved wife. Staring at Arya who did not turn her gaze in the other direction.

Aryan's strong hand lifted Fatma's body, carried her to the king-size bed, with clean white sheets and blankets.

Arya who had taken off all immediately attacked with a friendly kiss at some sensitive point the wife.

The more soft and melodious sound that hypnotized Arya's hearing, making her passion even more burning. His desire to climb the beautiful Himalayan mountain.

Swim in a sea of honey that will take him on a high adrenaline. Make heart exercises that will be healthy. Small bites, soft yet naughty. No doubt it will be a fun action for both.

The time is like now, Arya did not waste it. He used as well as possible especially in a few hours later he had to return to Jakarta in his duties.

The heat struggle began to take place so great to choke each other and slam each other. Shots were missed a few times. Changing positions also decorate the movements of the two of them.

The sound of breathing, the chest pounding. And the sweat pouring out adorns their act of pleasure. Until finally Arya completely collapsed on the chest of Fatma. Fatma's hand rubbed Arya's back until she fell into a deep sleep.

They have not finished the game they made. Fatma's lips continued to expand, although it felt heavy to hold the weight of Aryan's body, but Fatma was happy. Slowly shifting his body from its original position.

Manik Fatma glanced at the clockwork, originally wanted mesen food not so. Let alone go looking, and now Arya even kecapean. There are still a few hours left for Arya to rest.

Fatma looked at the face of the man who was deep with a smile that expands. Fatma's hand kept moving from starting to caress the hair. Cheeks, eyebrows. Neck and lips.

Fatma's smile continued to expand. It does not stop and fade, now happiness is on his side. Feeling spoiled, valued and currently growing the seeds of love from her and husband.

How happy Fatma is right now. What he hoped to achieve. The prayer of Rania who wants to have a baby will soon be present among them. Surely the presence of a baby who is still in the belly of Fatma is highly anticipated by both families. Especially by the family in Bandung.

"Darling, happy bobo? I love you, love you" Fatma said softly, confirming the blanket on her chest.

Arya remained asleep so soundly. It was as if releasing all the fatigue that enveloped his body.

Fatma closed her eyes at her husband's side.

Time keeps turning so fast. Quickly so that Arya's phone installed the alarm goes off loud.

Arya's hand grabbed the phone that was on the nightstand. Shutting down alarm. Then wriggled favorably, squinting his eyes towards the side. Where a beautiful angel fell asleep at his side.

Arya's lips smiled sweetly looking at Fatma's sleeping face. approached her forehead and then kissed friendly. Then Arya flicked her blanket, before lowering her legs. He smiled looking at his junior who he was before sleeping wearing.

And stroking. He smiled, then lowered his feet to the floor. And take her steps to the bathroom.

Without wasting any time, Arya stood under the shower with a warm spray of water. He cleansed his whole body that he used to fuck.

For about ten minutes, Arya came out with a towel around her waist and rubbed her wet hair. Wearing his formal clothes.

Once ready, wear his watch while staring at the wife who looked so good that from earlier did not change his position. It's still like that.

Arya approached a little lying down. "Darling, I'll go first, okay?" half whispered.

Then landed a kiss on the forehead, cheek and ended up on the lips of Fatma who did not budge. Arya's hand hugged the wife's body for a moment. Continue standing ready to take his steps to work plus return to Jakarta.

Grabbing her phone and her bag, after it's near the door. Arya looked back, looking at the wife who remained asleep.

"Oh Allah .. Keep my wife here? keep her pregnancy also a seed from me! Aamin ..." Arya continued her steps. And shut the door tightly.

Arya continues to take her steps looking for a taxi to drive herself to the airport, and gathers with all her friends at the related office.

Arya was in a taxi, leaving the hotel room where Fatma was staying. He taped his back to the back of the seat.

"Hopefully soon, I can come back here to see my wife, with Rania. She must be happy to know that her mother is pregnant," she murmured Arya inwardly, only the sound of a machine being heard filled the eardrum at this moment ....