Loving My Raised Mother

Patient

"Eeh, which .." both of Fatma's hands clasped Arya's neck, fearing a fall.

"Dear miss!" whispered Arya while tracing the Fatma earlobe.

"I miss it too." Fatma replied her voice was barely audible.

Several times a warm kiss landed on the forehead of the wife, and Fatma was no doubt to reply with a friendly kiss on the right and left cheeks Arya.

Then the two hugged very tightly, seconds later Arya guided Fatma's steps to the sofa without taking off her very tight embrace.

They were now sitting on the sofa, with fixed gazes. Arya's handcuffs the intimate of Fatma's hair gently, then caresses her white and delicate cheeks.

Likewise with Fatma, she also returned the caress of the husband. Her soft fingers stroked Aryan's hair and gentle gaze, no words spoken from the lips, but a friendly gaze as an expression of heart feelings.

Aryan's fingers went down to another favorite spot, accompanied by a small and soft kiss that moves jengkal by snoring from the neck to the left side to the right side and then down to the other part that makes Arya feel at home playing there.

Make Fatma look up, close her eyes. Feel amused and also delicacy with the touch of Arya who continues to tease. Fatma's fingers squeezed Arya's hair.

At that cool moment, there was the sound of the Maghrib from Fatma's phone in the bag. Instantly stop Arya's activities that are raising something.

"Maybe it's not time for us to make love right now. Hold it first .." said Arya with a smile.

Fatma nodded as well.

A moment to look at each other. Then both laugh thinly, feel funny with what they do this. New explore at the top must be paused, with a call from the creator. So feel embarrassed.

"Hi hi hi hi. Yes, Aa. We'll have a good time, won't we?" invite Fatma while moving and tidying up.

Arya immediately agreed, and also stood tidying t-shirts and hair. Then take her steps to the bathroom alternating with Fatma.

A few moments later. They are doing their duty as Muslims. About five minutes later the congregation was finished.

Before Rania wakes up, Arya intends to feel the goal first even though she thinks once. But when she started again, the little girl woke up.

"Mama? Mama? Papa?" call Rania with her gaze around every corner of the room.

Arya and Fatma sat down with slightly disappointed hearts. But the lips tried to smile to withstand the turmoil of taste that almost wanted to enslave.

"Sabar ..." he muttered Arya, wiping his own chest.

Fatma also commented on her smile while kissing Arya's right cheek. And the master asked for the other one. Fatma immediately heeded the request with pleasure. After that, just stand up.

With her eyes still drowsy and sepet, her maniknik Rania found the mother emerged from the sofa that turned her back on the bed.

Fatma Approaching Rania. "What dear? my mother's daughter is awake?"

"Where is my mom from?" asked Rania with a hoarse voice.

"Mama's on the couch." Fatma pointed towards the sofa.

"Where's dad?" ask again Rania who did not see her papa.

"It's on the couch there." Again Fatma pointed towards the sofa.

"Why are you on the couch?" search Rania frowned curiously.

"Ec ... Mom-Mama is watching television. Same with sleeping." Fatma answered him somewhat.

While Arya just listened to the conversation of the two of them with slightly riveted lips.

"Ooh," the boy thought as he looked at the television.

"Aa, have you ordered a meal yet? I'm hungry, is Rania hungry?" fatma asked while rubbing Rania's messy hair because she had finished sleeping.

"Yes, this is again ordered dear." Arya replied from behind the sofa.

"You," the boy nodded. Then the netra of Rania's eyes was fixed on the buttons of her mother's clothes that were open. "That's Mama's shirt buttons open, close? see people later! shame."

Her Netra Fatma followed the one Rania pointed at. "Oh, yes. Mama forgot the button." Fatma's reason. Though there are those who open it, who else if not Aryan naughty hands.

"Don't forget dong, Mama .. shame later seen people. Especially as men, Rania is scared!" the boy suddenly sad.

"Lho, afraid why baby?" Fatma.

"Rania was afraid that Mama would hit her again like she used to." Rania recalls leaning her head against Fatma's chest.

Fatma understood Rania's concern. "No dear ..."

Rania just nodded. In his mind was imagined when the mother was persecuted by his father, Aldian. But it is reflected in Rania's memory as well as what Arya ordered to her.

Don't ever hate your father Aldian, 'cause he's Rania's dad. That's what Arya told him.

Arya stood up and walked over to the bed and hugged her wife and daughter. "Why? how sad is that? happy dong ..."

"Well, is it night? how is Rania not banguukan to congregate with you guys anyway?" Rania moved out of her mother's arms.

"Oh, yes. In a moment, right, we can congregate dear ... yes?" Arya rubbed the head of Rania.

"OKAY. Want Rania to take the wudu first huh?" the boy came out of his blanket and got out of bed helped by Arya.

"Be careful honey ... don't be in a hurry?" arya said as Rania walked into the bathroom.

Fatma took a long breath. Looking at Rania's back until it was lost behind the door, Fatma circulated a glance at Arya but seconds later looked back at the bathroom. Where Rania reappears.

"Mam, Rania wants to take another shower, it's hot, it's sticky. Stinky asem." Rania stood at the door.

"Oh, yes. May darling, may." Fatma nodded.

After getting permission from the mother. Rania went back to the bathroom.

Arya's blind eyes make sure Rania has re-entered the bathroom and the door is closed. Take the end of the blanket and curl into the body of himself and Fatma. Make the mood dark

"Aa, what the hell?" Fatma tries to get out, but Arya prevents her.

"Sett .. don't be noisy." Arya put her finger on Fatma's lips.

Then bring her face closer to be able to reach what Arya wanted from now on. After finding the place he wanted, then gave a small kiss that was initially ordinary. But long ago swept across its surface.

Fatma fell silent and enjoyed the sensual touch of her husband, both eyes of Fatma closed.

His right hand was embracing Arya's neck and the other was clutching the man's back gently.

Arya lowered her kiss to other parts that would otherwise make Fatma complacent and very passionate.

Justright. Fatma's passion rose and aggressively reciprocated Arya's actions that continued to make him more passionate.

Again Arya touched something that was behind the inner clothes of Fatma.

From the bathroom, there was the sound of water pouring. Rania's mark is still there. Increasingly makes Arya feel free to fondle the wife.

But the activity must be held until the right time later. Arya stopped the action, with a hunting breath.

Both try to control the breathing that rises and falls irregularly. Fatma's chest was pounding very quickly, breathing out repeatedly from her mouth.

Fatma bit her lower lip, she wanted to keep going. And don't pause. Just make your head steaming hot.

Moreover, Arya, she tried hard to control her emotions. The emotion to enjoy the prey, it feels wanted at this time also eat a very delicious dish that.

But I am scared and that is for sure. If done now, there must be Rania. Time witnessed by the boy, so he had to wait for him to go back to sleep.

Silent!

Arya's hand leads to Fatma's chest to tidy up her clothes in the open part and make her tempted.

"Would you like it?" goda Arya whispered right in Fatma's ear, when he saw many strange signs of his wife.

Fatma blushed in shame. "Aa, too." looked down deep.

"Same baby, patience, huh? wait for our little scurity bobo again." Arya's voice softly with her breath still sounded heavy.

The bathroom door is open. And Rania appeared with a towel. Fatma immediately prepared clothes for Rania.

And Arya opened the door, it just so happened that the dinner order was coming.

Manik eyes Rania stared intensely at the mother who looks strange, looks restless misbehavior ....

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Come on, I remind you again "My One Billion Girl"