Tiptoeing towards love

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Parthiban

4 months later

Strictly 18+

"Mozhi ma, it's okay, calm down," She shakes her head and frowns to herself. Mozhi has written the last examination of the sixth semester, thereby officially completing her college studies. But the thing is, the paper she wrote today was extremely difficult and Mozhi was dissatisfied with her performance.

"Even in the very last semester, I couldn't make it to the top," She says warily. Seeing her gloominess, I palm one of her cheeks and she leans her face against my palm, closing her eyes as though my touch soothes her.

The past few days have been hectic for Mozhi. She was learning without a break and the fact that she still couldn't write her examination excellently was hurting me as well.

Sighing out a breath, I peck on her forehead before retracting my hands and starting the car. Mozhi slants back on the seat and looks out the glass with her dull eyes.

After a while, we attain our home and Mozhi walks to our room dejectedly. I let her be and began to cook her favorite ghee dosa. Subsequently, Mozhi lowers the stairs in a white knee-length skirt and a black tight t-shirt that exposes her figure perfectly.

Her hair is wet and she ruffles it as she makes her way to me. Her freshness had me waver a bit but I swiftly switch my attention to the dosa.

Mozhi then appears on my side and hugs my torso, "Mamaaaaaa...." Smiling at her calling, I stare down at her questioningly. "I completed college," With my free hand, I pat her head, "Good, but you still have a long way ahead," she rolls her eyes at my response.

"That I know...and I will turn twenty-one very soon," I squint my eyes slightly, trying to figure out the direction our conversation is heading to.

"So..?" I ask, turning the dosa around using the wooden spatula. "Don't act dumb mama! You do realize what I'm saying, don't you!?" I carefully pick the dosa and place it on a plate.

"Parthi mama, do you really want me to be more open than this? I already feel shameless...and If you want me to be even more explicit about what I desire, then listen..." She drags a deep breath in and looks up into my eyes.

She gulps, while I await the words to fall out of her mouth with anticipation.

I'm horny too, I could ravish her any moment now. I accept that I had claimed to have her completely when she reaches twenty-two but I cannot wait any longer. It's practically impossible for us to stay away from each other anymore.

"...yes?" I urge, turning the stove off.

"Mama you know it," she puffs out and gives me a pitiful look. "No, I don't," she bit the inside of her lips in irritation and booms, "forget it then," she scowls at me and runs away to our room.

Biting back a smile, I follow her behind and pause at the entrance of the room. Inside, my Mozhi is seated on the edge of the bed and is fiddling with her fingers.

She notices my presence when I shuffle in and bolt the door. I kneel before her on the floor and perk up at her, calmly, contrasting the vexatious look on her face.

"I love you Mozhi ma," she looks away in wrath but her head snaps in my direction when I lift one of her legs and kiss the upper side of the foot.

"Mama...." She strains and curls my hair within her fist as I place kisses surrounding the anklet she has worn.

"Koosuthu mama...." (It tickles) She whimpers while I carry on to kiss up her foot. They are so delicate and I caress her calf as I scatter kisses on her legs.