Proud of Mother

He married his wife, Mara, last year, and she is now pregnant and at her mother's house awaiting childbirth. Anand hadn't had sex for about two months, so he began masturbating while fantasizing about his wife to release his sexual pent-up desire. But slowly, he found it difficult to become aroused when he thought of his wife.

At that moment, he discovered a strange desire deep inside him—why not try to act out the scenes in the incestuous novel he had read the night before? The heroine in it looked so much like his forty-five-year-old mother! Thinking of this, Anand's penis became erect, and he jumped out of bed quickly, rushing down the hallway to the master bedroom, hoping to see his sexy and beautiful mother lying on the bed in an alluring sleeping position.

His father was away on a business trip these days. He slowly pushed open the door to the master bedroom and looked inside. His mother was lying languidly in the middle of the double bed, the sheets softly covering her delicate body as she slept. Anand felt a surge of joy at the thought that his father was away. He slowly walked into his mother's bed and gazed intently at the sleeping beauty before him. She was so beautiful, so sexy.

Anand couldn't resist going over, gently pulling back the sheet, and gazing at his mother's sexy breasts, tightly wrapped in her lingerie. These were breasts far fuller and more shapely than his wife Mara's. He wanted to caress and suckle those beautiful protrusions, but what he wanted even more was to see his mother's beautiful vulva, partially hidden by her snow-white thighs. So he slowly lifted the sheet covering his mother's thighs.

To his ecstatic delight, when he lifted the sheet, he found his sleeping mother's thighs spread open. When his mother's beautiful vulva, covered with neatly trimmed pubic hair, came into view, Anand's heart began to pound. With trembling hands, he parted his mother's wet, swollen labia, gazing at her overflowing vulva, pondering the unspoken sexual signals of desire emanating from her. This naked mother, her entrance wide open, had appeared countless times in his fantasies.

When his hand moved to his mother's buttocks, Anand was able to see her entire naked genitals—what a beautiful protrusion! He stared at it, mesmerized, for several seconds. The alluring mature woman on the bed, though over forty, seemed untouched by time. Her voluptuous body resembled that of a charming young woman, surpassing even the young models in "Teenage" magazines in beauty. With a lewd smile, Anand gently climbed onto the bed, kneeling between his mother's parted thighs.

He inhaled the sandalwood-scented, intoxicating fragrance of her vulva, finding this scent, so different from his wife's, heartbreakingly potent. He carefully parted his mother's smooth, sexy thighs further, then leaned down to kiss the glistening, moist slit of her vulva. His tongue danced freely in and out of the tender, beautiful passage, a sensation he found utterly irresistible.

At the same time, Anand began to caress his mother's naked abdomen and smooth, sexy inner thighs, stroking her moist, curly pubic hair with his fingertips.

Anand could feel the heat emanating from his mother's vulva; he was completely captivated by the voluptuous body before him. He raised his head, reached out to stroke his mother's well-arranged pubic hair, and slowly inserted his fingers into her beautiful opening. His mother moaned softly, instinctively responding to the external assault; it seemed that she was having erotic dreams of intercourse while fast asleep.

Anand then inserted his second finger into his mother's honey hole, thrusting in and out of the beautiful sleeping woman's body while closely observing her reaction. Before long, her honey hole was so wet and sticky that honey flowed out along his hand, soaking the sheets beneath them.

The greedy Anand bent down once more, greedily sucking the sandalwood-scented, delicious nectar. Just as his nimble tongue darted in and out of his mother's smooth vagina, she opened her eyes. When she saw her son's head working diligently between her spread thighs, what an intoxicating sensation! Although she knew this shouldn't be happening, the overwhelming feeling of passion compelled her to yield. While enjoying the immense pleasure, she grasped Anand's head, pressing it tightly against her thirsty entrance.

Like other mothers, Amuhua felt a profound sense of loss and jealousy when her son Anand got married. She couldn't accept that her beloved son had suddenly been taken away by another stranger. She had fantasized about Anand one day leaving his wife and returning to her side, even though she knew such thoughts were wicked. Now, her own son was on top of her, doing what her heart fervently desired, which filled her with extreme excitement.

As Anand covered her fragrant lips with his burning passion, passionately sucking the intoxicating nectar with his tongue, Amuhua couldn't help but tremble and moan softly. Burning with lust, she didn't care about any sense of shame. Her entrance was forced open wider by her son's head, and the secretions of their illicit affair flowed continuously. Anand, at this moment, was like a thirsty male dog, sucking on the nectar secreted for him.

He pressed his hands firmly against Amuhua's buttocks, allowing his tongue to penetrate her honeyed orifice to its maximum extent. With persistent effort, his tongue tip finally approached the exit that had given him life. Anand's superb tongue skills drove Amuhua to the brink of ecstasy.

Anand passionately rode between Amuhua's legs, wishing he could bury his entire head inside his mother's vagina. When his nimble tongue once again curled and plunged deep into her honeyed orifice, Amuhua suddenly stiffened, her almond-shaped eyes glazed over as she reached her first orgasm.

Amuhua thus entered a world of bliss shared by mother and son, Anand's tongue moving in and out of her tender, trembling honeyed orifice like a penis. The immense waves of incestuous pleasure filled Anand's intoxicated heart.

The empty Amuhua felt the same way; the mother-son relationship that transcended morality brought her unprecedented pleasure. As they passionately enjoyed each other's bodies, they no longer saw their mother-son relationship as an obstacle, but rather indulged in lovemaking like a couple deeply in love.

With Anand's repeated nose touches, Amuhua's clitoris clearly reacted, her moans grew louder, and her vagina began to tremble, making it increasingly difficult for Anand to breathe. Before long, Anand was also close to reaching ecstasy.

"Ahhhhh! Suck me, Anand! Suck me hard with your lips! I'm coming, ohhhhhh!"

Amuhua's vaginal opening opened even wider under the ravages of her son's tongue. She was on the verge of orgasm again. Her abundant nectar flowed down her son's chin, slowly covering her plump buttocks.

Amuhua could also feel the orgasm accumulating within her body. Waves of pleasure surged through her entire body. She pressed down hard on the head that was sucking her vagina, screaming and trembling before the orgasm arrived...

A torrent of vaginal fluid gushed into Anand's mouth, and then the overflowing fluid flowed down his cheeks. And so, Amuhua reached climax after climax under the teasing of her son's tongue, until finally collapsing weakly onto the bed.

The young man looked at his mother, his chin still pressed against her vulva, gazing at her full breasts and erect nipples. Amuhua also lowered her head and smiled, gazing affectionately at the man she had longed for day and night.

"Want to have sex with me, Anand?" she breathlessly whispered, bringing her lips close to his. "Do you want to have sex with your mother?"

"Oh, of course! I want to have sex with you! This has been my desire for a long time," Anand said.

Amuhua then knelt between her son's strong thighs, reached out and grasped his swollen, erect penis, and began to vigorously stroke it up and down.

Then, Amuhua allowed her dazed son to unbutton her blouse, revealing her full breasts. The thirsty son pounced on his mother's breasts and began to suckle passionately, taking almost half of her breast into his mouth and licking it incessantly, like a newborn baby crying for milk, returning to his mother's embrace.

Amuhua began to moan softly, holding her son's head tightly. She remembered how her young son loved to suckle at her nipples whenever he had a chance. This continued until he was five, when her husband's strong opposition forbade it. But to be honest, she loved that feeling. When her son passionately suckled at her full breasts, her genitals would even become wet. And now, her son was back in her arms, his kisses and suckling filling her with a long-lost excitement.

"Anand, fuck me, put your penis into Mommy's vagina, I can't wait any longer," Amuhua whispered in her son's ear. Upon hearing this, Anand stood up, pulled down his pants, and aimed his already erect penis at his mother's vulva. He slowly adjusted his speed and began to move gently. Amuhua trembled and moaned, feeling the warmth of her son's penis.

Slowly, Anand began to move his hips, using his long, firm penis to thrust in and out of his mother's wet vagina with varying depths. Amuhua sat up, staring blankly at the scene before her, gazing at her son's penis entering and leaving her body. Seeing this, Anand bent down and kissed his mother's forehead.

This tranquility quickly turned into ecstasy, stimulating Anand's excited heart. He increased the intensity of his thrusts, pounding into his beautiful mother like a wild horse unleashed, while simultaneously kneading her breasts, buttocks, and waist, caressing every inch of her skin. Soon, Amuhua's almond-shaped eyes were glazed over, and she was panting heavily. Anand continued using a nine-shallow-one-deep thrusting method, and after some effort, his erection finally penetrated his mother's cervix.

"Oh...oh oh oh oh oh!...I'm finally in, Mom!" Anand said breathlessly, his voice hoarse.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhh! Son, this is where you were born, don't stop! Fuck me hard! I'm coming! Ahhhhhh!"

His mother's confession strengthened and encouraged Anand's fighting spirit. He thrust even harder into the woman's body beneath him, doing his utmost to create a sexual climax that belonged to both of them!

Amidst the ecstatic moans, Anand felt that his mother's climax was about to come. He then gathered his strength and thrust his erect penis all the way in, piercing the bottom of his mother's vagina and entering her cervix.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh, Anand! My child! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Amuhua cried out in a high-pitched moan as she felt her son's hot, thick semen shooting into her body. Mother and son were like two oblivious animals, mating and enjoying their climax. When Anand poured all his longing for his mother over the years into his semen into the uterus of his beautiful mother beneath him, their climaxes came to an end, and they lay limp on the bed mixed with their secretions.

"It felt so good, Mom!" Anand said breathlessly. "How do you feel?"

Amuhua circled her son's penis with her fingers after ejaculation, feeling its still-erect form, and gently rubbed the semen clinging to it.

"Oh, oh, oh! Anand! Anand!" Amu exclaimed. "This is wonderful, my love! I feel like I'm in heaven, Anand! How do I compare to your wife?" she asked eagerly.

“Of course you’re better. You’re a thousand times better than her. I wish all this had happened before I married her, then I wouldn’t have married her,” Anand said.

“Yes, Anand, we both made a mistake. If we had been braver back then, we could have had so much more. Your father was always away on business, and you and I were always alone at home. We shouldn’t have slept separately back then; we should have enjoyed ourselves more freely. Fortunately, from now on, we won’t waste the opportunity that belongs to both of us,” Amuhua said earnestly.

Anand gazed into Amuhua’s eyes and said affectionately, “Mom, I want you to be my wife.”

Upon hearing this, Amuhua felt her heart melt. This would be the happiest thing in her life—marrying her own son.

She hugged Anand tightly, kissing his lips and cheeks passionately, and said slowly, "Anand, my love, I'm so happy to be your wife. You know how much I love you."

"I love you too, my love," Anand said. "Divorce your father, and I will divorce Mara, and then I will officially marry you."

Amuhua was overjoyed. Her son wasn't with her for simple sex; he wanted to marry her and spend his life in mutual love. However, as a mature woman, she knew that this was unrealistic. She looked at her son with loving eyes and said, "Oh, Anand, my dear. We can get married, but we really can't make our identities as husband and wife public. Besides, divorce would cause problems for other people, especially now that Mara is about to give birth to your baby."

Hearing this, Anand was very unhappy. He asked Amuhua, "Mom, is there a solution to this problem? I can't live without you anymore."

Amuhua replied, "I can't live without you either, my dear. We should be able to find a solution. We won't be too public. In public, we'll still call each other mother and son, but at home, I'll be your wife. You find a job here, find a reason to live with me, and then, while your father is away for a long time, we'll find opportunities to make love." You can also make love to your heart's content in your grandmother's room.

After this decision was made, Amuhua and Anand often indulged in the pleasure of mother-son intercourse. After a while, Anand realized that his mother was not satisfied, and so was he, so the two of them decided to find an opportunity to make up for all the losses.

According to Amuhua's plan, Anand found a job nearby so that he could live with his mother openly, even after Anand's wife gave birth to a baby girl. After returning home, Anand and his mother often made love.

They frequently visited their grandmother to use the room specially provided for them. This blissful period lasted for about six months, until an unavoidable situation occurred—Amuhua's period was late. When this happened a second time, she went to the hospital for a checkup, which confirmed that she was pregnant. When Amuhua returned home and told her son the news, he was overjoyed.

For Anand, this could be considered ultimate happiness. To make Anand even happier, one day, while they were in bed, Amuhua told him, "Anand, I have been your wife for over eight months now, and in the future I will give birth to our baby. Your grandmother said, 'I am no longer fit to wear the necklace your father gave me. You need to find an auspicious day to put your own necklace around your mother's neck, so that I can become your official wife.'"

A month later, on a specially arranged auspicious day, Anand removed his mother's old gold necklace and put on a platinum and diamond necklace he had bought himself, making her his wife alone. Seven months later, Amuhua gave birth to a beautiful daughter for her son.

He married his wife, Mara, last year, and she is now pregnant and at her mother's house awaiting childbirth. Anand hadn't had sex for about two months, so he began masturbating while fantasizing about his wife to release his sexual pent-up desire. But slowly, he found it difficult to become aroused when he thought of his wife.

At that moment, he discovered a strange desire deep inside him—why not try to act out the scenes in the incestuous novel he had read the night before? The heroine in it looked so much like his forty-five-year-old mother! Thinking of this, Anand's penis became erect, and he jumped out of bed quickly, rushing down the hallway to the master bedroom, hoping to see his sexy and beautiful mother lying on the bed in an alluring sleeping position.

His father was away on a business trip these days. He slowly pushed open the door to the master bedroom and looked inside. His mother was lying languidly in the middle of the double bed, the sheets softly covering her delicate body as she slept. Anand felt a surge of joy at the thought that his father was away. He slowly walked into his mother's bed and gazed intently at the sleeping beauty before him. She was so beautiful, so sexy.

Anand couldn't resist going over, gently pulling back the sheet, and gazing at his mother's sexy breasts, tightly wrapped in her lingerie. These were breasts far fuller and more shapely than his wife Mara's. He wanted to caress and suckle those beautiful protrusions, but what he wanted even more was to see his mother's beautiful vulva, partially hidden by her snow-white thighs. So he slowly lifted the sheet covering his mother's thighs.

To his ecstatic delight, when he lifted the sheet, he found his sleeping mother's thighs spread open. When his mother's beautiful vulva, covered with neatly trimmed pubic hair, came into view, Anand's heart began to pound. With trembling hands, he parted his mother's wet, swollen labia, gazing at her overflowing vulva, pondering the unspoken sexual signals of desire emanating from her. This naked mother, her entrance wide open, had appeared countless times in his fantasies.

When his hand moved to his mother's buttocks, Anand was able to see her entire naked genitals—what a beautiful protrusion! He stared at it, mesmerized, for several seconds. The alluring mature woman on the bed, though over forty, seemed untouched by time. Her voluptuous body resembled that of a charming young woman, surpassing even the young models in "Teenage" magazines in beauty. With a lewd smile, Anand gently climbed onto the bed, kneeling between his mother's parted thighs.

He inhaled the sandalwood-scented, intoxicating fragrance of her vulva, finding this scent, so different from his wife's, heartbreakingly potent. He carefully parted his mother's smooth, sexy thighs further, then leaned down to kiss the glistening, moist slit of her vulva. His tongue danced freely in and out of the tender, beautiful passage, a sensation he found utterly irresistible.

At the same time, Anand began to caress his mother's naked abdomen and smooth, sexy inner thighs, stroking her moist, curly pubic hair with his fingertips.

Anand could feel the heat emanating from his mother's vulva; he was completely captivated by the voluptuous body before him. He raised his head, reached out to stroke his mother's well-arranged pubic hair, and slowly inserted his fingers into her beautiful opening. His mother moaned softly, instinctively responding to the external assault; it seemed that she was having erotic dreams of intercourse while fast asleep.

Anand then inserted his second finger into his mother's honey hole, thrusting in and out of the beautiful sleeping woman's body while closely observing her reaction. Before long, her honey hole was so wet and sticky that honey flowed out along his hand, soaking the sheets beneath them.

The greedy Anand bent down once more, greedily sucking the sandalwood-scented, delicious nectar. Just as his nimble tongue darted in and out of his mother's smooth vagina, she opened her eyes. When she saw her son's head working diligently between her spread thighs, what an intoxicating sensation! Although she knew this shouldn't be happening, the overwhelming feeling of passion compelled her to yield. While enjoying the immense pleasure, she grasped Anand's head, pressing it tightly against her thirsty entrance.

Like other mothers, Amuhua felt a profound sense of loss and jealousy when her son Anand got married. She couldn't accept that her beloved son had suddenly been taken away by another stranger. She had fantasized about Anand one day leaving his wife and returning to her side, even though she knew such thoughts were wicked. Now, her own son was on top of her, doing what her heart fervently desired, which filled her with extreme excitement.

As Anand covered her fragrant lips with his burning passion, passionately sucking the intoxicating nectar with his tongue, Amuhua couldn't help but tremble and moan softly. Burning with lust, she didn't care about any sense of shame. Her entrance was forced open wider by her son's head, and the secretions of their illicit affair flowed continuously. Anand, at this moment, was like a thirsty male dog, sucking on the nectar secreted for him.

He pressed his hands firmly against Amuhua's buttocks, allowing his tongue to penetrate her honeyed orifice to its maximum extent. With persistent effort, his tongue tip finally approached the exit that had given him life. Anand's superb tongue skills drove Amuhua to the brink of ecstasy.

Anand passionately rode between Amuhua's legs, wishing he could bury his entire head inside his mother's vagina. When his nimble tongue once again curled and plunged deep into her honeyed orifice, Amuhua suddenly stiffened, her almond-shaped eyes glazed over as she reached her first orgasm.

Amuhua thus entered a world of bliss shared by mother and son, Anand's tongue moving in and out of her tender, trembling honeyed orifice like a penis. The immense waves of incestuous pleasure filled Anand's intoxicated heart.

The empty Amuhua felt the same way; the mother-son relationship that transcended morality brought her unprecedented pleasure. As they passionately enjoyed each other's bodies, they no longer saw their mother-son relationship as an obstacle, but rather indulged in lovemaking like a couple deeply in love.

With Anand's repeated nose touches, Amuhua's clitoris clearly reacted, her moans grew louder, and her vagina began to tremble, making it increasingly difficult for Anand to breathe. Before long, Anand was also close to reaching ecstasy.

"Ahhhhh! Suck me, Anand! Suck me hard with your lips! I'm coming, ohhhhhh!"

Amuhua's vaginal opening opened even wider under the ravages of her son's tongue. She was on the verge of orgasm again. Her abundant nectar flowed down her son's chin, slowly covering her plump buttocks.

Amuhua could also feel the orgasm accumulating within her body. Waves of pleasure surged through her entire body. She pressed down hard on the head that was sucking her vagina, screaming and trembling before the orgasm arrived...

A torrent of vaginal fluid gushed into Anand's mouth, and then the overflowing fluid flowed down his cheeks. And so, Amuhua reached climax after climax under the teasing of her son's tongue, until finally collapsing weakly onto the bed.

The young man looked at his mother, his chin still pressed against her vulva, gazing at her full breasts and erect nipples. Amuhua also lowered her head and smiled, gazing affectionately at the man she had longed for day and night.

"Want to have sex with me, Anand?" she breathlessly whispered, bringing her lips close to his. "Do you want to have sex with your mother?"

"Oh, of course! I want to have sex with you! This has been my desire for a long time," Anand said.

Amuhua then knelt between her son's strong thighs, reached out and grasped his swollen, erect penis, and began to vigorously stroke it up and down.

Then, Amuhua allowed her dazed son to unbutton her blouse, revealing her full breasts. The thirsty son pounced on his mother's chest and began to suckle passionately, taking almost half of her breast into his mouth and licking it incessantly, like a newborn infant crying for its mother's milk, returning to her embrace.

Amuhua began to moan softly, while tightly holding her son's head. She remembered how her young son loved to suckle her nipples whenever he had a chance, a habit that was forbidden when her husband strongly opposed it when he was five. But to be honest, she loved that feeling; when her son was passionately suckling at her full breasts, her genitals would even become wet. Now, her son was back in her arms, his kisses and suckling filling her with a long-lost excitement.

"Anand, fuck me, put your penis into Mommy's vagina, I can't wait any longer," Amuhua whispered in her son's ear. Anand listened, got up, pulled down his pants, and aimed his already erect penis at his mother's vulva. He slowly adjusted his speed and moved in gently. Amuhua trembled and moaned, feeling the warmth of her son's penis.

Slowly, Anand began to sway his waist, using his long, firm penis to thrust in and out of his mother's wet honey hole. Amuhua sat up, staring blankly at the scene before her, gazing at her son's penis entering and leaving her body. Seeing this, Anand bent down and kissed his mother's forehead.

This tranquility quickly turned into ecstasy, stimulating Anand's excited heart. He increased the intensity of his thrusts, pounding into his beautiful mother like a wild horse unleashed, while simultaneously kneading her breasts, buttocks, and waist, caressing every inch of her skin. Soon, Amuhua's almond-shaped eyes were glazed over, and she was panting heavily. Anand continued using a nine-shallow-one-deep thrusting method, and after some effort, his erection finally penetrated his mother's cervix.

"Oh...oh oh oh oh oh!...I'm finally in, Mom!" Anand said breathlessly, his voice hoarse.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhh! Son, this is where you were born, don't stop! Fuck me hard! I'm coming! Ahhhhhh!"

His mother's confession strengthened and encouraged Anand's fighting spirit. He thrust even harder into the woman's body beneath him, doing his utmost to create a sexual climax that belonged to both of them!

Amidst the ecstatic moans, Anand felt that his mother's climax was about to come. He then gathered his strength and thrust his erect penis all the way in, piercing the bottom of his mother's vagina and entering her cervix.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh, Anand! My child! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Amuhua cried out in a high-pitched moan as she felt her son's hot, thick semen shooting into her body. Mother and son were like two oblivious animals, mating and enjoying their climax. When Anand poured all his longing for his mother over the years into his semen into the uterus of his beautiful mother beneath him, their climaxes came to an end, and they lay limp on the bed mixed with their secretions.

"It felt so good, Mom!" Anand said breathlessly. "How do you feel?"

Amuhua circled her son's penis with her fingers after ejaculation, feeling its still-erect form, and gently rubbed the semen clinging to it.

"Oh, oh, oh! Anand! Anand!" Amu exclaimed. "This is wonderful, my love! I feel like I'm in heaven, Anand! How do I compare to your wife?" she asked eagerly.

“Of course you’re better. You’re a thousand times better than her. I wish all this had happened before I married her, then I wouldn’t have married her,” Anand said.

“Yes, Anand, we both made a mistake. If we had been braver back then, we could have had so much more. Your father was always away on business, and you and I were always alone at home. We shouldn’t have slept separately back then; we should have enjoyed ourselves more freely. Fortunately, from now on, we won’t waste the opportunity that belongs to both of us,” Amuhua said earnestly.

Anand gazed into Amuhua’s eyes and said affectionately, “Mom, I want you to be my wife.”

Upon hearing this, Amuhua felt her heart melt. This would be the happiest thing in her life—marrying her own son.

She hugged Anand tightly, kissing his lips and cheeks passionately, and said slowly, "Anand, my love, I'm so happy to be your wife. You know how much I love you."

"I love you too, my love," Anand said. "Divorce your father, and I will divorce Mara, and then I will officially marry you."

Amuhua was overjoyed. Her son wasn't with her for simple sex; he wanted to marry her and spend his life in mutual love. However, as a mature woman, she knew that this was unrealistic. She looked at her son with loving eyes and said, "Oh, Anand, my dear. We can get married, but we really can't make our identities as husband and wife public. Besides, divorce would cause problems for other people, especially now that Mara is about to give birth to your baby."

Hearing this, Anand was very unhappy. He asked Amuhua, "Mom, is there a solution to this problem? I can't live without you anymore."

Amuhua replied, "I can't live without you either, my dear. We should be able to find a solution. We won't be too public. In public, we'll still call each other mother and son, but at home, I'll be your wife. You find a job here, find a reason to live with me, and then, while your father is away for a long time, we'll find opportunities to make love." You can also make love to your heart's content in your grandmother's room.

After this decision was made, Amuhua and Anand often indulged in the pleasure of mother-son intercourse. After a while, Anand realized that his mother was not satisfied, and so was he, so the two of them decided to find an opportunity to make up for all the losses.

According to Amuhua's plan, Anand found a job nearby so that he could live with his mother openly, even after Anand's wife gave birth to a baby girl. After returning home, Anand and his mother often made love.

They frequently visited their grandmother to use the room specially provided for them. This blissful period lasted for about six months, until an unavoidable situation occurred—Amuhua's period was late. When this happened a second time, she went to the hospital for a checkup, which confirmed that she was pregnant. When Amuhua returned home and told her son the news, he was overjoyed.

For Anand, this could be considered ultimate happiness. To make Anand even happier, one day, while they were in bed, Amuhua told him, "Anand, I have been your wife for over eight months now, and in the future I will give birth to our baby. Your grandmother said, 'I am no longer fit to wear the necklace your father gave me. You need to find an auspicious day to put your own necklace around your mother's neck, so that I can become your official wife.'"

A month later, on a specially arranged auspicious day, Anand removed his mother's old gold necklace and put on a platinum and diamond necklace he had bought himself, making her his wife alone. Seven months later, Amuhua gave birth to a beautiful daughter for her son.

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