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Tumpa sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes darting nervously around the room. She bit her lip, trying to calm her racing heart. She had been preparing for this day for weeks, yet she felt that something wasn’t right. She need help, someone who can tell her what she wants to know.
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Seeing herself on the mirror, Tumpa felt an unexplainable excitement in her body. She took a long breath, clenched her fist, and got up from the bed.
She walked to the living room and saw her daughter Rumpa on the couch. She was browsing her phone.
Tumpa hesitated, then mustered the courage to ask, “Um…Rumpa, I was wondering…do you think…I mean, can you come to my room for a sec?”
Tumpa hurriedly went back to her room, without getting an answer from her daughter.
Tumpa, a forty-year-old divorcee who was preparing for a special dinner date, was worried that she would mess up something and make fun of herself. She has been divorced for two years and recently she had been seeing a man named Ranjan.
Ranjan, a supportive and funny guy, never fails to bring a smile to her face. And today was the day he invited her over to his house for a dinner date, and if everything went smoothly, it could potentially lead to their first-time having sex together.
Tumpa wanted to make their first time together truly memorable, not only for herself but also for Ranjan. So as a symbol of her love, she decided to give her anal virginity to Ranjan as a special gift.
Tumpa had all the basic knowledge about anal sex, but there are some things that are still bothering her, so she decided to seek advice from an unlikely source: her daughter Rumpa.
Tumpa had always seen her daughter Rumpa as a friend rather than her daughter. But today she was a little nervous; she didn’t want to cross the boundaries.
Although Rumpa was very supportive of her mother’s new relationship and she time to time gave her some good advice, but still Tumpa felt a little embarrassed to ask her own daughter about this.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the open door. Tumpa turned around and saw Rumpa standing at the entrance. Tumpa took a deep breath and called her in.
Rumpa, surprised but curious, entered the room and saw her mother looking a bit flustered.
“Yes, Maa? Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
There was brief silence before she mustered the courage to ask her daughter for advice.
“Rumpa, can I… ask you something?” Tumpa’s voice trembled slightly.
Rumpa raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.
“Is it about the dinner date with Ranjan uncle?” she asked.
“Yes!” Tumpa said nervously.
Immediately there was sight of excitement in Rumpa’s eyes.
She quickly sat beside her mother and asked eagerly, “What is the matter, Maa?”
Tumpa glanced at her daughter, feeling a mixture of shame and embarrassment wash over her.
Rumpa understood how her mother was feeling.
She gently took her mother’s hand in her own and said, “Maa, I’m not a kid anymore. I’m well mature enough to understand your problems. For God’s sake, I’m 20 years old.”
Tumpa took a deep breath and blurted out; she told everything to her daughter. As soon as she finished, Rumpa hugged her mother with excitement and joy. Tumpa didn’t expect her daughter to be this happy after hearing about her plans for tonight.
Rumpa’s joyful tone echoed in the room as she spoke, “Maa, I’m glad that you said it first because I was curiously wondering about this.”
Tumpa’s eyes widened in surprise; her face turned red.
“Anyway, Maa, don’t worry now–I’m here, and I will explain everything to you.” Rumpa said excitedly.
She quickly pulled her phone out from her pocket and started to search something. Tumpa swiftly took Rumpa’s phone from her hand and looked at her surprisingly.
“Oh, Maa I’m not searching porn videos. I was just looking for some tutorial videos on anal sex on YouTube,” Rumpa replied impatiently.
Tumpa in a panicky tone said, “I don’t need that kind of help.”
“Then what?” Rumpa asked in a confused tone.
Tumpa felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as she asked her daughter, “Do you think my ass looks good enough for him?”
Rumpa’s eyes widened as she finally understood what her mother was actually trying to say all this time.
Tumpa’s face turned beet red after asking her the question.
Rumpa tried to hide her surprise, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Rumpa bit her lip, trying not to laugh. She knew her mother wasn’t joking.
She quickly calmed herself down and told her mom to stand. Then she walked up behind her mother and Escort placed her hands on Tumpa’s hips. She softly squished her ass over her saree.
Rumpa smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly and then she said, “Yes, Maa. It looks fine.”
Tumpa hesitated for a moment before admitting, “It’s my first time and I don’t want to look… I don’t want to look stupid or unprepared.”
Her face flushed even deeper as she said the words out loud.
“Maa, you don’t need to give any excuses in front of me. I’m your daughter, and I’ll never doubt or judge your decisions,” Rumpa said in an assuring tone.
She knew that her mother was uncomfortable discussing such intimate topics, but she wanted to make sure her mother was prepared for the night ahead.
Tumpa felt much better after hearing that from her daughter. Suddenly, she felt more comfortable and at ease with Rumpa.
“Anything else you want to ask me maa? Rumpa asked softly.
Tumpa hesitated, then mustered the courage to ask the question that had been weighing on her mind for so long.
“Um…Rumpa, I was wondering…do you think…I mean, is my…anal…clean? You know, for tonight?”
Rumpa raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “You mean your anal hole?”
Tumpa nodded shamefully, her cheeks still red.
“Well, if…. You don’t want, we can end this matter, and… I thought…” She trailed off, unable to meet her daughter’s gaze.
She stared down at her lap, her fingers twisting nervously in her saree.
“It’s okay, Maa,” Rumpa said gently, putting a comforting hand on her mother’s knee. “I know it can be a little awkward to talk about these things, but I’m here for you.”
It was clear that Tumpa felt self-conscious about her body, wondering if she was doing enough to make herself presentable for Ranjan.
“Maa, I’m sure your anal hole is clean,” Rumpa said, trying to reassure her.
Tumpa didn’t say a single word; she kept staring at the floor. Her silence indicated that she wasn’t satisfied with the compliment.
Rumpa bit her lip, trying to think her next move. She knew she is the only one who can help her mom right now. Rumpa stood up and took a step front and looked into her mother’s eyes.
“Well, Maa, if you’re so worried about your anal hole looking clean, I can always… check.” She paused, trying to find the right words. “You know, like… letting me clean it for you.”
Tumpa’s eyes widened in surprise.
“You mean…?” She glanced nervously at her daughter, unsure of what to do.
Rumpa nodded encouragingly. “Yeah, Maa. If you want to make sure it’s clean and smells good, I can help you with that.”
Tumpa exhaled shakily, still feeling embarrassed but grateful for her daughter’s support.
Rumpa gently took her mother’s hand in hers, reassuring her, “Mom, I’m sure you’ve been taking care of your hole. Just relax and let me do the magic.”
Rumpa ordered her mother to get on the bed and stand on her four. Tumpa nodded gratefully as she followed her order, her cheeks still red from embarrassment.
Before getting on the bed Tumpa hesitantly leaned forward, pulled her saree up and lowered her panties down, revealing her smooth, shaved pussy and her puckered anal hole.
Tumpa looked back once and mumbled, “Well, I… I just wanted to make sure I was clean for him.”
But Rumpa didn’t pay any attention to what her mom said. She was surprised to see how big and thick her mother’s ass actually were. Deep down, she knew she would never have such a gorgeous thick dump trucks of her own.
Tumpa climbed slowly and positioned herself on the edge of the bed, on all fours. She looked at the mirror in front of her. Her eyes met with Rumpa’s reflection in the mirror. Rumpa’s eyes widened slightly at the sight, but she quickly composed herself. Embarrassed, Tumpa quickly lowered her head.
Rumpa reached out and gently touched her mother’s ass, feeling the soft and smooth skin. She gently squeezed her mom’s ass and was taken aback by the fact that her mother’s ass was extremely soft.
“Your ass is so soft, Rumpa mocked, “Maa, Ranjan uncle will definitely love to have you sit on his face.”
“Can you please stop ogling at my ass and start the inspection?” Tumpa said in a frustrated tone.
“I will try,” Rumpa said.
Rumpa studied her mother’s backside for a moment, then reached out with one hand, carefully parting the cheeks of Tumpa’s ass. She then leaned in closer, inhaling deeply to assess the scent.
She paused, then asked, “You’ve been cleaning it properly, right?”
“Yes! Why? What happened?” Tumpa asked nervously.
“Well, maa I can smell a faint musky odor coming from your hole.” Rumpa said.
“Well, Escort Bayan uh…I’ve been using some soap and vagina cleaning lotion,” she admitted. “But I’m not sure if I’ve gotten it all…clean.”
“It definitely didn’t do its job correctly,” Rumpa said.
Rumpa didn’t stop at that; she wasn’t going to leave her mom in a state of confusion. She reached out and gently traced a finger over Tumpa’s butt crack, moving lower until she reached the tight ring of muscle surrounding her anal opening.
Rumpa hesitantly rubbed her fingers around her mother’s anal opening, causing shivers to run through Tumpa’s body. As she felt the slimy, sticky goo on the tip of her finger, she couldn’t quite tell if it was her mother’s anal juices or mere sweat.
“Fuck it!” Rumpa exclaimed with a snort.
Without further ado, Rumpa lowered her head and pressed her nose close to Tumpa’s ass crack.
“Oh, honey…” Tumpa murmured.
Rumpa’s nose brushing against her mother’s exposed anal opening.
“You’re so tight back here.” Rumpa said.
Tumpa let out a surprised gasp as she felt her daughter’s breath on her skin.
“Rumpa!” she exclaimed, laughing nervously. “You don’t have to…”
“Why not? Maa down here it smells like fish sauce.” Rumpa said loudly.
Tumpa worriedly asked, “What are you saying?”
“Nothing maa, just before going out wash your anal hole with water and you are set.” Rumpa said in a assuring voice.
Tumpa let out a shaky breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.
“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice still trembling.
Rumpa smiled reassuringly and looked into her mom’s eyes in the mirror.
She gave her mother’s ass a squeeze and said, “I’m positive, mom. You’ll be just fine.”
Tumpa let out a shaky breath, feeling a mixture of relief and arousal course through her veins. Tumpa again looked in the mirror, where her gaze met with Rumpa’s, and she smiled.
It was clear that Tumpa no longer felt ashamed in front of her daughter, expressing her intimate thoughts.
But then suddenly something came to Rumpa’s mind. Something a little mischievous, Rumpa leaned in closer, her breath tickling her mother’s ear.
“There is one more thing I need to check before I can give you my approval,” Rumpa whispered.
“What?” Tumpa asked worriedly.
“I need to see if you are well clean inside your anal hole,” Rumpa said in a straight face.
“Rumpa!” Tumpa exclaimed, trying to sound horrified and angry.
“Come on, Maa,” Rumpa protested. “Imagine you and Uncle Ranjan having the best intimate time of your lives, and suddenly he decides to finger fuck your anal. But then, something sticky or gooey sticks to his finger–it could definitely ruin the mood.”
Tumpa felt a wave of heat wash over her face as she imagined the scenario her daughter had painted. She calmed herself down and relished a short breath, hinting Rumpa that she is giving her the permission to do what she wants.
Rumpa giggled and said, “Relax maa, after this you will feel great.”
Tumpa immediately sensed mischief in her daughter’s tone. Worriedly, she looked back over her shoulder and told her daughter not to do anything out of line; otherwise, she would punish her.
Rumpa, however, ignored her mother’s warning and started to examine her anal area. She asked Tumpa to spread her ass cheeks, and using her left hand’s thumb and index finger, she opened Tumpa’s tight anal hole.
She then spit on her right-hand middle finger to lubricate it. With a gentle but firm push, she inserted her finger into Tumpa’s anal hole, causing Tumpa to arch her back and let out a soft moan. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and tried to relax as Rumpa continued to explore her hole.
Rumpa felt like her finger was wrapped around a warm towel. She could fell her mother’s anal wall muscle pressure all over her finger.
“Mm…it does feel a bit sticky,” she murmured, wiggling her finger around. “But it’s not bad…and it’s definitely clean. No trace of any shit in here.”
Hearing that gave relief to Tumpa.
“Ok sweetheart, if you are done checking can you please pull your finger out.” Tumpa said softly.
“Definitely, no Maa, I’m not done checking it yet.” Rumpa said in a steady voice.
Before Tumpa could say anything, Rumpa pushed her finger even deeper in her anal hole, making her mom scream.
“Rum… Rumpa…!” Tumpa screamed.
Rumpa felt the tight muscles of her mother’s anal canal gripping her finger as she explored deeper. It was both exhilarating and sexy for her.
She began to move her finger in a circular motion, massaging the sensitive areas inside Tumpa’s body. She could feel her Bayan Escort mother’s breath becoming shallower and faster as she experienced pleasure from the touch. Tumpa bit the bed sheet and closed her eyes but didn’t protest.
Rumpa increased the speed and pressure of her finger, making Tumpa wild with desire.
“Rumpa… stop… please… you can’t do this” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Why Maa? Doesn’t it feel good?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and excitement.
“That feels… nice,” Tumpa managed to whisper, her body tensing as pleasure coursed through her.
“Then let me make you feel even good,” Rumpa said in a slutty tone.
“But it’s wrong, sweetheart,” Tumpa said while gasping for air.
“Maa, I told you before, I’m just preparing you for tonight,” Rumpa reassured her.
Rumpa’s finger moved in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Just think about how it’s going to feel when Ranjan uncle is inside you, filling you up,” Rumpa whispered.
Tumpa closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of Rumpa’s finger and the memory of what would it feel like to get fucked by Ranjan. Her heart raced, and she could feel her vagina getting wet between her legs.
Finally, Tumpa let go of her concerns and started to enjoy the ride of desire. She moaned softly and begged for more, revealing how much self-love she craved.
“Oh… Rumpa… don’t… stop…” Tumpa groaned, her hips beginning to buck uncontrollably.
Rumpa pressed harder against Tumpa’s anal hole, making her gasp and arch her back.
“Sweety you are amazing with your fingers.” Tumpa complements her daughter.
Rumpa smiled at her mother’s complement. Her finger continued their fast and steady rhythm.
Tumpa started to shake her ass, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“It is coming,” Tumpa whispered, her voice beardly audible.
Rumpa at first thought her mother was about to climax, but she was wrong. A sudden pressure builds in Tumpa’s core as she gets close to her orgasm. Before Rumpa could react, a loud, ripping fart exploded from Tumpa’s anal hole, enveloping Rumpa’s finger in a warm, musky gas.
“Wow, Maa! That was a good one!” Rumpa exclaimed, grinning. “I guess you’re ready to cum.”
After saying that Rumpa leaned in and grabbed her hip, making sure she is in charge. Rumpa then started to thrust her finger with slow but hard motion. Making her mom moan uncontrollably.
Both Rumpa and Tumpa felt their hearts racing as She hit her mother’s G-spot repeatedly. And as the minutes ticked by, Tumpa felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, Tumpa couldn’t hold it anymore. With a loud moan, she came, her body shuddering in release as her juices coated Rumpa’s hand.
“Oh, God,” Tumpa gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. “That feels so good.”
After saying that Tumpa collapse on the bed. A popping sound came from Tumpa’s hole as Rumpa pulled her finger out.
Rumpa then closely examined her finger. Her glistening finger was covered in Tumpa’s juices.
“Look, maa, its clean and ready for Ranjan uncle.” Rumpa said in a joyful tone.
Tumpa’s face flushed red, from pleasure and humiliation. Rumpa then wiped her finger clean on Tumpa’s ass and pat her mother’s left ass gently.
Rumpa then leaned in close to her mother and whispered, “Maa, who knows, maybe after seeing you in a tight saree,” She winked. “He might even finger your ass at the dinner table.”
Tumpa felt a wave of heat wash over her face as she imagined the scenario her daughter had painted.
“Rumpa!” she exclaimed, trying to sound horrified but finding it difficult to keep a straight face. “You’re terrible!”
After saying that Tumpa slowly sat up, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm.
Rumpa laughed, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh, but it’s true, Maa,” she teased.
Little angry and embarrassed, Tumpa pulled her panties up and adjusted her saree, whirling around to face her daughter. Rumpa was laughing uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking as she tried to catch her breath.
Seeing her daughter laughing and enjoying herself somewhere made Tumpa very happy. Tumpa felt a relief knowing that her daughter understands her feelings.
“Thank you, Rumpa,” she said, her voice soft and genuine. “You’re the best daughter ever.”
Rumpa blushed and smiled shyly.
“I’m sorry for doing that maa.” Rumpa exclaimed.
“Nha! Sweety, you did right.” Tumpa said joyfully.
Tumpa got up from the bed and took her towel for a shower. All this fingering made her sweat a lot. Before entering the bathroom, Rumpa called her mother. Tumpa quickly looked back.
Rumpa, with a straight face, asked, “Maa, don’t forget to take some pictures of yourself when Ranjan uncle fuck your hole.”
Tumpa opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she smiled and winked at her daughter before closing the door.
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