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My name is neeta. I’m a 41 year old wife to my husband prakash and the mother of a 19 year old daughter who is away at us for further study. Most people say i’m not bad looking. Medium length brownish hair, rather long and slender legs, and 34c breasts which are now drooping a bit unfortunately.
I was having lunch recently with my old time school gujrati friend beena, who is the single mom of an 18 year old son karan who just recently started at the local college and still lives with her. We have been the closest friend right from the school days. We have shared anything and everything under the sky i’m not sure you could say that beena is any better looking than me, but i’ve always thought she was a bit sexier or “hotter” to use the current term. Part of it was her manner of dress. She wore her sarees a bit lower and sometimes split up the sides, her blouses were cut a little lower to show off her cleavage, also about a 34c, and she favored high heels to show off her nice legs. She has brown medium length hair streaked with blonde at the hairdresser’s. A pretty good package for a 38 year old woman, but she hadn’t had much luck with men after her divorce six years ago. They were all married or there was some other problem, and she had been pretty busy with her responsible job and raising her teenage son.
Anyway, she was telling me something about the son. Apparently he had almost gotten some house mail girl pregnant. She was very late with her period, but finally started. Beena was complaining about his choice in the girl. Despite the fact he was a good looking young man, he was shy and had never dated. Until recently with this girl who was pretty worthless and careless with her birth control among other things.
Then she said something half jokingly which shocked me. She said, “i might take care of him myself except for the incest thing. It might take solve some of his problems as well as my own.” i just sort of laughed, and then she asked me something we had never really gotten into. “i know my sex life is lousy. How is yours with prakash after seven years of marriage?” i answered that it could definitely be better, and i wondered if he was getting that seven year itch i had heard about. I went on to say that i knew part of it was my fault. Prakash was a hunk by most standards and a few years younger than me, but i had been somehow restless the last few years. She said she knew his obvious charms, but she shocked me again when she asked how he was hung. I told her he was better than average, about seven inches and fairly thick. Then beena said that she had only seen her son a few times when it was soft, but if that was any indication it would be at least eight inches and thick. No wonder the young housemaid was fucking him.
These kind of talk got me on thinking about my own sex life. Yes, prakash and i are enjoying routine sex. The idea of cheating never occured to me but to be wholly candid i did enjoy other cocks. But somehow i considered as a ‘pure and simple fuck’. Im not the kind of woman who ignores her sex drive yet like all indian i too have double standard and consider hypocrasies as my second skin. Even while writing this im getting moist down there which probably would end up as a good fingering.
I noticed she kept coming back to the subject of her son and i wondered what was going on with that. I didn’t know, of course, but suspected that beena was pretty hot in bed. I used to think i was too, but this restless thing had cooled my fires, so to speak. When beena and i parted, i mentioned to her that as far as this sex thing went, maybe all of us needed some kind of new spark. She said, “you may be right,”and we laughed and went on our way.
About a month later beena called me, and i could tell she was upset right away. She said her son was supposed to have dropped the young housemaid slut she had told me about, but she had come home yesterday and interrupted their love making just before they got started. “incidentally,” she said, “i just got a quick look but enough to confirm he’s about eight inches and thick. The girl is a scrawny little bitch, but he’s caught the scent of pussy now and is going to be hard to turn.” then she said, “let’s get together tomorrow, because i want to talk to you about something.” we met the next day, and what she wanted to talk to me about floored me. She said, “i’m going to get right to the point. Do you think fucking an 18 year old boy for a while might put some spark back into your sex life and cure your restlessness? The 18 year old boy i have in mind is my son.”
I stuttered and stammered at first and asked her to give me a minute to sort of digest this. On the one hand it just seemed unthinkable, but my mind was playing tricks on me as i visualized some young stud plundering my pussy. At that age he might plunder it several times in one evening too. Was i even up to the task? Then i thought of the practical side and pointed out to beena that i was a married woman, and a young guy like that would need it more than occasionally. I asked her how you could even work out the schedule and the where and so forth? Then she hit me with the rest of it. She said, ” do you think you could handle that? And remember this would only be for about six months or so until my son’s confidence gets built up and i can get him pointed in some better direction.” there was no doubt in my mind that karan would enjoy fucking me to no limit. The question was whether i could handle that and would it indeed provide some spark in my otherwise mundane sex lives.
Beena and i talked about two more hours. We went over all the arguments and benefits and drawbacks. By the end of that time what seemed unthinkable at first now seemed quite possible. She admitted she had already talked with her son about it, and he was willing if she could work it out. He agreed the girl in question was pretty much a loser, but she was humping him and the pussy was hard to turn down.
I decided the best approach was to just be direct. I reminded myself that the arrangement was only for about six months. After a lot of reasoning and arguments within myself i called beena a bit later and told her it was a go. She said, “great! Give him a ride neeta.” she could have been referring to a certain sexual position, but i thought i knew what she meant. She wanted me to give him the full range of sexual experience, maybe even anal.
A couple of days later i was waiting for karan to arrive. My mind was pondering. A mix feelings of nervousness and excitment took over my existance. For a moment i thought of backing it out but lust got better of me and i have decided to give it my best as well as enjoying it to the fullest.i took the lower hem of my full dress and peeled it up over her head, tossing it to one side. The sight of my exposed naked body held my gaze. Ever since from emergence into womanhood i had been fascinated by my feminine form: by my alluring curves, my tight swollen breasts, my slim waist which gave way to ample hips and smooth, gracious thighs. When prakash had first seen her naked her husband had compared her to the voluptuous statues which adorned some of the more notorious hindu temples and the comparison had secretly pleased her.
i had put on a short, low cut, silky black robe, no bra, some very skimpy light blue panties. I hoped my total look was a good contrast to the “scrawny bitch” as beena had called the girl.
I let karan in, and he did seem impressed. He was in street clothes of course, but beena had given him some silk boxers to bring along, and he changed quickly in the bathroom. When he came out i was propped up on my elbow on the bed and had opened the robe to show even more of my tits. I saw the boxers already starting to tent from his erection. I invited him to get on the bed with me, and i brought his hand up to stroke on my tits. Then i moved it down to stroke my pussy through the thin panties. I decided to test the waters, so to speak, by reaching in the boxers to jack his cock. It was rock hard as i expected, and i pulled down the shorts to get a better grip. It was eight inches and thick as beena had said.
My heart was racing. I could barely draw enough breath, and certainly could not move if i’d wished to. My head was swimming at the visual stimulation i was receiving. I was numb with shock, for nothing in her life had prepared her for this moment. The fact that her friends young son was undressing before her was incredible enough. Still more incredible was the naked body she was revealing to him. His ample hips were equally striking, as were his strong, dusky thighs. All this, in truth, could have been anticipated if i had previously undressed in my own mind. But there was more, much more.
First there was the thick mass of black pubic hair. It was dense and dark between his legs, but extended quite a way up his navel, a rich growth of unkempt manly hair which far exceeded anything i had on mind. I had always associated body hair like this with a man; but, i had to admit, intriguing and not a little exciting too.
‘Kiss me’.
The sound died on my lips, so that i was only miming her request. But it was enough.
‘What’s that my dear karan beta? Tell me what you want….you know i’ll give you anything…just whisper my beautiful darling…i’m here for you….’
Summoning what breath remained within, karan repeated his words, forcing the sound from his lust-filled vocal chords.
‘Kiss me please….take me….make me yours…make love to me…for god sake….don’t make me….’
Karan began to devour me with his mouth, which became both the expression of his love and a tool of the utmost erotic pleasure. His wet, soft, lips pressed deep against mine, his tongue penetrating my mouth and making hungry, lustful, forays which willing me with my own agile tongue. When he shifted his tongue and lips from my it was only to kiss the my nose, eyelids, smooth cheeks, ears,my chin…every inch of my glowing face was worshipped by karan’s insistent mouth, his ministrations being only interrupted by young boys groans and arousing words.
‘Arghhh….you’re so beautiful my love….so gorgeous….ummm your young skin’s so soft… Ever since i saw you i wanted you, dreamed of kissing you, longed for this moment… Ached for you my beta karan…mmmmm….god your delicious….’
I had already decided i was going to deep throat his cock until he came in my mouth to “take the edge off” his youthful lust. I started by licking up from his balls to his cock head, circled the head a couple of times with my tongue, then took just the head in my mouth and sucked hard with a smacking sound. Then i pulled backed a little and drooled a mixture of precum and saliva on to the head and went back down and sucked it clean. From his reactions i wasn’t sure he was going to last long enough for the deep throat part, so i started on that, going down to take as much of his eight inches as i could and sucking hard as i came back up. I repeated this several times and then felt his balls tighten and knew i was going to get a mouthful. The first spurt hit the back of my mouth hard, and before he was done it was drooling out the sides of my mouth and on to my chin.
I sucked him clean and then cleaned up myself. We relaxed a while, but i pulled off the panties and had him stroke my bare pussy lips to get him ready for the next round. It didn’t take long. He was soon rock hard again. I asked him what he wanted to do and almost giggled when he said, “i want to fuck you.” saying that karan raised my hands and his eyes allmost poped out as he seen my armpits.
as i raised my arms my thick black under-arm hair was revealed, wet now with perspiration. Instinctively he placed his hands under my arm-pits, massaging hair.
‘You like your aunt’s hairy arm-pits? You like my unkempt hair? My arm-pits are so wet baby, so sensitive….like another pussy….you want to lick my hair…you want to rub your sweet young face in my wanton hair-pits?’
Karan could only nod his assent with a glazed look in his eyes and his tongue was already extended from his lips as i lowered my right arm-pit towards him and karan sank his tongue and mouth into the steamy ripe wetness of my lover’s dark thick hair. .
‘That’s it baby….lick me….taste my arousal…..love my hair you kid…..arghhh…..yes…there…oh my darling beta…..i need this….awww….don’t stop….ummm….ohh your wicked dirty tongue….your making aunty so fucking aroused!’
With all those arousal i ultimetly said, “let me get on top, and we’ll do it that way, okay?” my pussy was very wet now, so i quickly engulfed his whole length in its folds. I rocked back and forth on his cock for a while and then leaned forward and rubbed my tits on his chest and raked my nails across it. I put my hands down next to his chest and picked up speed and leverage. I was tossing my hair and moaning as i felt the heat rising in my pussy, and i gasped as his hot cum hit my pussy walls triggering my own wrenching orgasm. ‘Yes, please, that’s what i want, what i’ll ever want. You know what a whore i am. I want to be used and abused by you always. My pussy is yours to command whenever you want….just fuck me my love, fuck me as i’ve always craved, as your housemaid has never done, as no girl could ever do…just make me your sex-toy and don’t stop fucking me no matter how i beg for respite. You know i’m your slut alone – don’t torment me any longer, make me yours now…my pussy’s on fire for you!’
As we wound down, i was thinking, “perfect. I think beena would be proud of us.” i remembered to thank and praise karan as he left, and he and his big cock deserved it.
Before next week’s fucking session i had a chance to think about karan, and somehow that took me back to when i was his age. That led me to some thoughts about what he and i could do. I wanted to make it as pleasurable as i could for him, but i had some selfish motives and wanted to be satisfied as well. I realized i hadn’t thought about sex that much between prakash’s and my routine sessions which had dropped down to about twice a week, so this was a definite improvement.
The weather was mild right now, and slowly i began to hatch a plan for my next meeting with karan. I borrowed a couple of things from my 19 year old daughter’s closet and bought a miniskirt much shorter than any i had. I completed my outfit with a pair of cotton panties, and a bra that unsnapped easily at the back. Nobody was going to mistake me for an 18 year old girl, but the effect was pretty good. Then i put a low watt bulb in the bedroom, and i was all set.
When karan arrived he was a little shocked by my appearance, and maybe more shocked when i told him to just keep his street clothes on. We were going to get into kitchen and we would use dinning table for today, and i wanted him to see if he could seduce me, but i told him that shouldn’t be too difficult. He was still pretty confused but followed me anyway. I turned on the low watt light, got some soft music on the radio, and we climbed on the table which was huge.
I immediately put my arms around his neck, and he got the idea and started kissing me. Tentatively at first and then more urgently as we began to tongue fuck each other’s mouths. We were breathing hard, and he started unbuttoning my blouse and then felt up my tits through the bra. I pushed his hand away gently, but he came right back and was feeling for the strap on the back of my bra. It came loose. And my tits spilled out. He quickly leaned down and started licking and sucking them until my nipples were stiff and hard. Then he started feeling up under my miniskirt, and i gently pushed his hand away again. By this time we were kissing and groping pretty frantically, and i brushed my hand across his crotch and felt his raging hard on. He went back under the miniskirt, pushed the panties to one side, and got one and then two fingers in my pussy. I humped back against his hand and then unzipped his pants, pulled his cock free and started jacking it. He then started trying to get the panties down, and i helped him and threw them aside. We started working on getting some of his clothes off, and soon he had his cock sliding against my pussy lips. I had my legs spread with one foot on the floor and the other over the edge of table, but i pushed him away gently again. He went right back and nailed my pussy with one stroke. It was okay, because it was dripping wet by now.
I had decided i wasn’t going to suck him this time and instead let him cum in me quickly, figuring he would be back soon for a slower fuck and maybe even a third one. It was a test for me in a way, because nobody had fucked me that much in quite a while. I wrapped my legs around his ass as he pounded his cock in my pussy and moaned as he came what felt like a bucketful. “you are hot, beena aunty,” he gasped.
“i sure hope so,” i gasped back at him. We stroked each other and kissed for a while, and then i felt him rising against my pussy lips. I jacked his cock until it was good and hard and then pushed forward until it was all the way in. He started a slower fuck, but i had gotten pretty close the first time, and now i was on fire. I wished we had more room, but i humped and moved my ass around in a circular motion as best i could. I felt that ecstatic sensation in my pussy and almost shouted as i went over the top to orgasm. Karan was right behind me, and it felt like he spurted almost as much cum in me as the first time.
We went back in the bedroom and decided we might not have enough time for another fuck. I had my outfit back on minus the panties, and he was stroking my pussy and french kissing me until right before he went out the door.
The next morning my dinning table reeked of pussy, cock, cum, sweat, and fucking. I had forgotten about that part, but somehow it wasn’t that unpleasant and made my pussy tingle with memories of last night. Beena called me that evening. We had agreed that nobody would talk about any of this, and so far we hadn’t, but karan had let slip a comment to beena, “mom, that neeta is really hot,” or something like that, and then remembered and shut up.
Beena’s curiosity had gotten the best of her, and now she wanted to know if we had done anything special. “oh, just a little fantasy i had cooked up, but it did work out very well,” i said.
“good girl,” she said.
I replied, “you mean bad girl, don’t you,” and we laughed and chatted a minute before hanging up.
One of the problems we had talked about in planning our little arrangement was the schedule. Other things had to go on, and we agreed we would be flexible and work it out as things came up. But we also agreed this once a week thing was barely enough for young karan anyway, so we would give that some priority. Something did come up before the third session. Prakash was very busy at work and would be out of town on business on our scheduled night. No problem, we thought. Karan would come over as scheduled.
Beena called me two days before karan and i were to meet again and came up with another shocker. She said, “i know our agreement was not to talk about any of these things, but we never said that someone couldn’t watch. I’d like to watch your next fuck session with karan, and i’ll tell you how we can work it out without karan knowing. I’d like to see what progress he is making, and while i can’t do the incest thing right now, i’d like to see his cock drilling someone else’s pussy.”
I said, “i don’t know, beena. I’m not a porn star. Something like that might make me too nervous.”
She said, “don’t worry, you won’t be able to see me, and once your pussy starts juicing you’ll forget i’m there. Here’s the deal. I’ll leave for your place before karan and just tell i’m going out for the evening. I’ll park around the corner, and then i’ll hide in one of the bedrooms. You make sure the hall is darkened and there’s a light weight chair handy, and when you close the door just leave it open a few inches. Simple.” i had to agree it was and said okay reluctantly.
I thought about it later and remembered she said she couldn’t do the incest thing “right now”. What did that mean? Was she doing anything i could learn from? One reason i had agreed to this was to improve mine and prakash’s sex life.
Beena arrived at my house before karan as we had planned. We embraced, and she said, “thanks, this is something i really wanted,” and hurried off to her hiding place.
For this session with karan i dressed in the sexiest silk gown i had. He started getting hard as soon as he saw me in it and we hurried back to get started. I had decided to skip the cock sucking again except for a lick or two. This time i wanted him to go down on my pussy and really learn how to eat a woman out. I moved his hand down to stroke my pussy lips which he had done before. Then i moved his head down and showed him how to use his tongue on my clit while fucking me with one finger and then two. He learned quickly and soon i rose up on my haunches and gasped and moaned. My pussy was juicing heavily and i realized beena had been right. I didn’t care who was watching. We continued for a little while, but i knew his cock was aching for release, so i licked it a couple of times and then pulled it into me. He thrust forward all the way in and fucked me hard. He came quickly with a grunt and a moan, but with the extra stimulation for me i exploded in orgasm also with my legs straight up in the air. There was so much cum it mingled with my juices and leaked out on my thighs and coated my ass. I decided the nastier the better and just left it there.
Once again we waited and stroked each other for a while, but his cock got hard quickly. I turned around and got on my hands and knees and signaled i wanted him to take me from behind. He did, and soon we were in a rhythm with his thighs and balls making a slap, slap sound against my ass as i pushed back against him. I tossed my hair and moved my head up and down as my tits swayed back and forth. Beena should be getting a good view of his cock drilling a pussy as his strokes were long and forceful. Never mind beena i thought, my “moment of truth” was almost here. I was saying, “yesss, yesss,”‘oh my god, fuck me you karan, fuck meeeeee. Fill my cunt you’re your heavy cock, your hard thick tool. I need to be filled by you….ravish me my love and consummate our desire….pleaseeeee……’and almost babbling as karans cock jerked in me and started cumming, and i went over the edge with a thrilling orgasm.
It took a while for us to “come down” from the experiences. I hoped beena was away from the door, but i would peek before opening it. I suspected i would find traces of a juicing orgasm if i looked on the floor or chair later. I didn’t blame her. Those were some pretty hot scenes in my humble opinion.
Beena was gone. I kissed karan goodbye and then thought back over the events of the last three weeks. Talk about putting some spice back in your life! This had to take some kind of prize.
I thought it over some more, reached a decision, and called beena. I told her im enjoying karan as he satisfy my needs but i have been dying to have anal so if he is around and if you can send him that wold be a
i thought of watching scenes from porno movies when girls were getting anal and have noticed those girls had stroked her clit a lot when she was doing it – something i hadn’t really thought about the few times i had tried it. I had been concentrating on my stretched asshole, but you would need some clitoral stimulation to bring you off. Karan probably needed at least an introduction to anal, so i practiced with the baby oil on my fingers and up my ass a couple of times before our next session.
I decided i wanted to look a little like a hooker this time and bought a red bustier which pushed my tits up and made my 34c’s look more like 36d’s. I had a pair of black ankle strap heels, not platforms but they would do, and a pair of skimpy black panties. I was all set when karan got there. By now he never knew what to expect with my outfits, but he looked appreciative.
I hadn’t deep throated his cock in a while, so i started with that. First i teased him by licking around the head and acting like i was going to go down on him and then pulling back. He was writhing from the torment, so i finally started sucking him. I came all the way up sucking hard and slid my mouth over his knob with a smacking sound. Then back down as far as i could and repeat the process. He was moaning, humping and trying to fuck my mouth, but i pulled back so that i wouldn’t get into a gagging situation. I decided to let him cum on my face this time and timed it just about right. His first load of cum was usually a big one, and i had my mouth open but some of his spurts hit my cheeks, nose and chin. At least some of it was on target in my mouth and on my tongue. It was a cum shot right out of a “mature woman fucks young stud” porn flick, and a messy one. I swallowed the part in my mouth and wiped off the rest and smeared it on my pushed up tits.
I was going to need some stimulation for this next part he didn’t know was coming, so i had him lick and suck and finger fuck my pussy while his cock got hard again. He did a good job, and i thought i was ready. I did the same thing with the baby oil, and then i had him hold steady while i sort of backed on to his cock. His thick eight inches were not so great for anal, but now it was in, and he started fucking me in the ass with slow strokes. The sensations were strange, but sent waves of lust through me. Something about the forbidden nature of it heightened my senses, and i remembered to stroke my clit. Karan’s senses were also heightened and very soon i heard him groaning and felt his hot cum spurting in my ass. I was very close, and karan surprised me when he said he wanted to watch me cum. He pulled out and i turned over, and it must have been quite a show for him as i quickly stroked and fingered myself to a writhing, humping, moaning orgasm.
Our little arrangement continued to work well. Beena said that karan’s confidence had soared. He was doing well in school and was pickier about his friends. He had mentioned a couple of girls, but so far he had only casually ventured into that. I was curious about the incest thing, so i brought it up. It was the heightened sense of the forbidden for all of us.
Time flies when you’re having fun. I think mine and karan’s little secret is safe. I’m not talking, and i’m certain he won’t either. Beena, is now hooked up with the traveling guy, they’re not married yet but likely soon will be. She regales me with stories about how she’s fucking his brains out. She says if she had any thoughts about incest with karan, it’s too late now. Our little adventure was fun while it lasted, but after all it was “just fucking”.
Thanks to all the readers and i really am pleasantly surprised by the kind of mails im getting. Not to offend anyone in particular but im really not intrested in metting any ladies or couple. Im far more happy to exchange emails to stimulate our lust, desire further.
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