Our wedding day ended with relatives smiling, but my mind raced. No girl would marry my son Rahul because of his weak leg that he cannot control. They forced the idea on me at first, yet I am no weak woman. I agreed for his future, strong in my choice as his mother and now his wife. Night fell, and we entered our room. Rahul sat on the bed, his leg resting. 'Ma, you did this for me? But are you sure?' he asked softly. I stood tall in my red saree, looking at him with fire. 'Rahul, I am your wife now. Call me Priya tonight. I decide what happens, and I want you happy and loved.' I walked closer, my body already warm and horny. I pulled off my saree slowly, revealing my curves. His eyes widened. 'You are so beautiful, Priya. But my leg...' I smiled sharp and witty, 'Your leg does not stop this. Feel how wet I am already.' I took his hand to my dripping pussy. He touched, and I moaned. 'See, hard for me?' I asked, feeling his cock grow hard under my fingers. I stroked it, making him pant. 'Yes, Priya, your touch makes me so hard.' I knelt, strong and in control, taking his cock in my mouth for a deep blowjob. He groaned, sweating as I sucked. 'You taste good, my love.' I stood, guiding him. 'Now, enter my pussy.' I rode him, my ass grinding, his cock filling my wet hole. We moved together, panting, until he came hard inside me, cum dripping as I climaxed too. 'This is our start,' I whispered, holding him close.
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