In India, when men marry they demand a dowry from their in-laws. In my case, I happenedto marry a pretty girl from a reasonably poor family. From the very first day itself I had atremendous sexual urge to strip my mother-in-law naked and view her milky white, wellendowed assets.I am a traveling marketing person and often I leave my wife behind on such tours. There inmotels and inns, I routinely visualize my mother-in-law's nudity and masturbated, throwingmy cum all over with excitement. On one such tour, I approached my father-in-law: "P
apa,can I take my mother-in-law with me?"He smiled. The weight of the dowry made him smile reluctantly. "Okay if you will, son," hesaid, "But do take care of mum.""Of course, I will." I assured him winking at my mother-in-law in delight. Now like mostIndian women my mother-in-law was shy and conservative. I took her to New Delhi where Ichecked into a hotel with her."Will you take me for sight-seeing?" she asked innocently, "You see I haven't visited Delhibefore.""Of course," I told her firmly," First...we will talk about the dowry...it's due for over anyear...""Please...you see we are poor," she said, one of her big boobs stared at me in her red blouseas the sari slipped momentarily from her breasts. I sat on the bed and she drew a chair to situpon."Stand up please." I commanded. "Walk up to the middle of the room. Do as I tell you or...""Sunny..." she whispered fearfully, "I'm just like your mom.""Remove your sari...quick." She knew I meant business. She saw my hard-on rise inside mytrousers and it looked like a minaret from Taj Mahal. I could see the shape of things tocome. Soon she was in her blouse and petticoat. I often admired her big 40" arse which Iloved watching as she would walk around in her home. "Now off with your blouse and bra."She was wearing a black bra. Her boobs were bursting out like a pair of juicy melons. Shewas turning away from me as she removed her bra. "Here, face me please." As her shapelybig boobs sprung out I was amazed at the size of her black areolas which stood up at mysight. Topless, she tried to cover her boobs with her hands but she could not manage to hidesuch abundant breasts. I ordered her to walk up to me. She was surrendering to me now.She knew there was no choice. As soon as she came close to me, I asked her to kneel and Ifondled the breasts to my fullest pleasure. I squeezed them, I molested them, playing fondlywith each nipple. her breasts bobbed with delight and they juggled as she protested.