12-12-2018, 12:42 PM
Part - 21
The wide open front of her gown was stretched taut by the sheer girth of both her breasts being bared. Being a snug fit through that neck opening of the gown, those incredibly huge mammaries of hers were pressed together, giving an incredibly erotic view. I went berserk on them, squeezing them, licking them, pinching them, and sucking on them like a man possessed. By now, she had slid her hand inside my track-pants and was massaging my cock with those thick coarse pudgy fingers of hers. She turned around fully to face me, and leaning back against the kitchen platform, pulled me towards her breasts. Cupping her mammaries with both my hands, I buried my face between them.
After I had my fill of sucking on those humongous footballs of hers, I raised my face to look up at her. She had a look of contentment on her face. Caressing my cheek, she said "Main jaanti hoon beta ... tum ye soch rahe ho na ki kaash Mayuri aunty ke mammon mein doodh hota to kitna accha hota ... hai na beta?" It came back to me in a flash that she was referring to my saying that the day before. Without waiting for me to reply, she said "Aunty ne sab intazaam kar diya hai beta ... agar tumko koi aitraaz na ho to main Alka ko kal dopahar tumhare ghar par bhej doongi..." referring to the 27-year old housewife I'd been introduced to yesterday.
By now, Mayuri ben had slid her hand inside my underwear, and was teasing my already rigid cock with her fingers. "Aunty..." I said " ... mujhe yeh thheek nahi lag raha hai ... Alka bhabhi se ye sab karwaana ... main jaanta hoon ki unko paiso ki zaroorat hai ... aur mein unko jitney paise chaahiye woh dene ko taiyyar hoon ... par main unke saath yeh sab nahi karna chaahta..." Hearing this, Mayuri ben smiled, and said "Arre beta ... main jaanti hoon ki tum kitne dildaar ho ... par agar tum usko aise hi paise doge to socho ki usko kya lagega ... bechaari ko aisa lagega ki woh gareeb hai iske liye tum usko bheekh de rahe ho..." When I did not say anything, she continued "Beta aisa bhi nahin hai ki woh yeh sab paise kamaane ke liye koi dhandha kar rahi hai ... aur main jaanti hoon ki tum uske saath ek raand ki tarah nahi pesh aaoge ... socho beta ... agar woh tumhari seva karti hai ... aur tum uske badle mein uski madad karte ho ... to uska bhi atmasamman bana rahega ... hai ki nahi?" I couldn't refute her cold logic, and said "Theek hai aunty ... aap kehte ho to..."
She brightened upon hearing my assent, and squeezing my cock with her fingers inside the briefs said with a laugh "Abhi chhodo yeh sab batein ... dekho dumhara dheela pad gaya hai ... aao main usko phir se khada karti hoon..." With that she quickly pulled a small stool lying in the kitchen, and hitching her old gown and petticoat up to her knees, sat down on it. Hooking her fingers in the elastic waist-band of my track pants and underwear, she pulled them down to my ankles together. As I stepped out of them bunched around my ankles, she quickly took my semi-rigid cock in her coarse hand, and breathed "Oh Jignesh beta ... kitna pyaara lauda hai tumhara..."
Pushing her spectacles up the bridge of her nose, she pushed my cock up towards my belly with her right hand and brought her face towards my crotch. Thrusting out her thick juicy tongue, she began to run it along the underside of my cock. I groaned and held her by her head. Moving her head, she also began to lick my swollen balls with her tongue, stroking my cock with her hand at the same time. To my utter surprise, she made a moaning sound, and opening her mouth, sucked one of my balls into her mouth. Holding me by my waist with her other hand, as she lashed her tongue on my balls and stroked me at the same time, I could feel my cock swelling to its full hardness.
"Chooso aunty..." I groaned, and hearing that, she quickly guided my hard erect cock into her mouth. This mature 48-year old college teacher was an accomplished cock-sucker. With a groan, she opened her mouth wide, and holding me by my hips, pulled me towards her to send my swollen spear deep into the depths of her mouth. She held me fast by my hips, letting my cock stay buried in the depths of her mouth, as she made gurgling sounds trying to adjust her throat to get used to the girth of my hard cock. Mad with lust, I grabbed her by the bun of her hair, and pushed my cock deeper till I felt the swollen tip of my cock press against her throat.
Then with a groan, I pulled my cock out. It was wet and slippery with her saliva. Holding my cock with my right hand at the base, and holding her head by her hair with the other, I began to rub and slap my wet slippery cock all over her face. "Umm ... haan beta..." she moaned. As I let go off my cock, she quickly took it in her hand, and taking them tip of it into her mouth again, began to rhythmically stroke it while sucking on the tip at the same time. This was getting difficult to handle, and if she continued this for long, I knew I was going to shoot my load right into her mouth.
Grabbing her by her head again, I spread my legs, and with a groan thrust my cock once again into the depths of her mouth. As I felt my cock head press against her throat again, I groaned, and began to fuck her mouth with vigor. I wanted to treat her like the wanton slut that she was, and so began to thrust into her mouth just like I would fuck her cunt. She was more than willing to co-operate, and opened her mouth wider to allow me to ravage her mouth. As I watched this 48-year old mature Mayuri ben sitting there on the stool in front of me, her hair beginning to gray at the temples, her huge pendulous breasts hanging out in the open from the open neck of her gown, willingly taking my big cock into her mouth, I couldn't but marvel at my good fortune.
As my cock slid in and out of her mouth, she was making throat grunts, and her saliva was drooling down from the sides of her mouth liberally. I knew I couldn't sustain this for long, so I slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. As my cock came out of her mouth, she let out a deep sigh and took in huge lungfuls of air, wiping the saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand. Looking up towards me through those matronly spectacles of hers, she asked in a husky voice "Ab aunty ko chodoge beta?" Maddened with lust by now, I just nodded my assent.
Getting up with difficult from the stool, she took hold of my cock in her hand again, and said "Bedroom mein chale beta?" Grabbing one of her huge pendulous mammaries with my right hand, I said huskily "Nahin aunty ... main aapko idhar kitchen mein hi chodna chaahta hoon..." Hearing this a seductive smile came to her face and she whispered "Peecche se chodoge mujhe beta?" "Haan aunty ... agar aapko itraaz na ho to..." I replied, squeezing her breast hard. "Arre beta ... itraaz kaisa aunty ko ... aunty ko tumhaare alaawa chodne wala aur kaun hai..." she said with a knowing smile. With that she turned around and leaned forward on the kitchen platform.
She quickly pulled up her old house gown along with the worn petticoat to bare those massive thighs and that huge flabby ass of hers. Supporting herself on the platform with her left hand, and holding up her gown & petticoat with her right, she spread her legs apart in the perfect position to allow me to fuck her from behind. Twisting her head sideways, she said in a throaty voice "Ab aunty ko jaldi se chodo beta ... dekho aunty tumhare liye kitni geeli ho gayi hai..." It was an incredible sight; this mature 48-year old woman with tits like udders, standing here bent forward on the kitchen counter; urging me to fuck her. Kalpana aunty's ass was probably wider than hers, but Mayuri ben's ass was by far the biggest and fattest ass I had ever seen on a woman. Caressing the flabby flesh of her mammoth ass with my left hand, I rubbed my slippery wet cock in the crack of her ass.
"Oh beta ... tadpaao mat aunty ko ... chodo na beta..." she moaned, as I teased her ass with my hard wet cock. In response, I thrust my right hand in between her thighs, and was rewarded by the feel of her thick hairy cunt. She was right about being wet. As she felt my finger on her sopping wet hairy cunt, she grabbed hold of my hand, and pressed it to her cunt, crying "Oh beta..." I quickly thrust two of my fingers into her thick hot cunt, and rammed it in all the way up to my knuckles, eliciting one more groan of pleasure from her. Pulling my wet fingers out, I bent my knees slightly, and positioned my hard cock at the opening of her cunt from behind. Holding her by her massive fleshy ass, I thrust my cock into the depths of her mature cunt in one swift motion. It was like a hot knife spearing through butter. As my hip smacked against her ass, my cock buried to the hilt in her cavernous cunt, she cried out "Aahhh beta ... chodo Mayuri aunty ko ... chodo zor se..." Not wanting any further invitation, I took hold of her by her wide hips, and began to ram my cock in and out of her sopping wet cunt.
I pulled her more towards me, and applied pressure on her back, indicating to her that she should bend down further. She complied instantly, and bent down fully, placing both her arms flat on the kitchen platform, bent at the elbows, and rested her face on them. This caused her huge mammaries to hang free like over ripe melons, and they swung heavily each time I rammed my cock into her. As I had said earlier also, even with my fully hard cock buried in her cunt, I could feel that there was enough room in that cavernous cunt of hers to accommodate more.
A woman of her size probably needed a 9" cock to satiate her, and my 7" one was woefully inadequate. Leaning forward a bit, I took hold of one of her massive free swinging breasts, and squeezed them hard even as my cock pistoned in and out of her hot juicy cunt. "Ohhh beta ... dabaao aunty ke mammon ko ... aur zor se chodo aunty ko..." she moaned, reaching out with her right hand to finger her cunt simultaneously. That was it for me, and with a groan, I exploded inside her. As my cum blasted out of the swollen tip of my cock, I pushed it deep into her cunt, and held it pressed inside, feeling my cock tremble and jerk. As my second orgasm in the span of one hour took hold of me, I arched my back and let my sperm fill the cavernous depths of her pussy.
Exhausted, I collapsed on her back. She let me rest on her back in that position, and said softly "Acchha laga, beta?" "Ohh aunty ... bahut acchha laga ... ab jaakar mujhe raahat mili hai..." I gasped, as I struggled to regain my breath. My cock, which was beginning to get limp now, slipped out of her pussy. Reaching between her legs, she caressed it with her fingers and said "Beta ... mujhe maalum hai ki meri choot dheeli hai isliye tumko mazaa nahi aata hai ... par kya karoon beta ... ab to main boodhi ho gayi hoon na..." This woman never ceased to amaze me with her brazen talk. Squeezing those massive udders of hers, which were still dangling outside, I said "Oh aunty ... aisa mat boliye aap ... mujhe bahut mazaa aata hai aapke saath karne main..."
Hearing that she let out a short laugh and said "Ja beta ... maskha mat lago aunty ko ... main jaanti hoon tumhaare jaise jawaan ladke ko kya chaahiye..." When I did not respond, she continued "Beta tum ek din raat ko yahaan par sona ... main Seema beti ko tumhaare liye taiyyaar kar ke rakhoongi ... tumhe usko chodne mein bahut mazaa aayega beta..." My drained cock still managed to give an involuntary lurch, hearing this 48-year old matronly woman inviting me to fuck her own daughter. I just mumbled "Oh aunty..." As she straightened and turned around, she once again fondled my limp cock and balls, and said "Par beta ... tum tumhari Mayuri maasi ko bhool to nahi jaaoge na ... kabhi kabhi tum maasi ki bhi pyaas bujha dena ... main taras jaati hoon tumhaare jaise jawaan ladke ke liye ... yaad rakhoge na beta?"
"Oh aunty ... aapko kaise bhooloong main..." I said with mock earnesty. "Aur next time beta ... main tumko guarantee se aur mazaa doongi ... next time tum aunty ki ghaand mein daalna ... main guarantee deti hoon ki tumhe meri ghaand maarne mein isse zyaada mazaa aayega..." she continued with a smile, still fondling my cock and balls with her pudgy fingers. At that very instance, the bell rang. "Lagta hai Amisha college se aa gayi hai..." she said guiltily. Giving me a final lingering kiss, she quickly shoved her mammaries inside the gown and began to button up. As I also began to hastily pull on my clothes, she said to me "Tum darwaaza kholo beta ... main tumhare liye chai banaati hoon..." After hastily pulling on my clothes, I opened the door.
The 17-year old Amisha' face lit up with pleasure upon seeing me. There is a timeless eroticism to a teenage collegegirl like Amisha. She was dressed the same college uniform of a knee-length beige pleated skirt that was just short of her knees, a white collared shirt with the half sleeve fashionably folded, the top button left open tantalizingly, and the brown tie left fashionably loose around the collar. Her college bag was slung casually across her right shoulder with only one of the two straps, causing her proud young breasts to be thrust tantalizingly out through her shirt.
"Jignesh bhaiya!!!" she exclaimed, upon seeing me and nearly flung herself into me and wrapped her arms around my back, pressing her ripe young body to mine. With one eye on the kitchen door, I smiled at her warmly and said "Hi Amisha ... I was waiting for you only..." rubbing her back. Flinging her bag on to the sofa, she dragged me towards the sofa, pulling me down to sit beside her. Lifting both her legs to sit cross-legged on the sofa, she turned towards me and clasping her hands together in glee, said in an excited child-like tone "You know Jignesh bhaiya ... every one in college liked my new cycle so much today ... they were also so jealous you know!"
I just laughed upon hearing that and said "Well, they are going to be even more jealous when you go to college day after tomorrow with a new bag!" my hand resting on her bare thigh where her skirt had ridden up her knee. "Oh really!!!" she squealed with delight, clasping her hands together again and jumping up from the sofa. Grabbing hold of my hand again, she dragged me into the kitchen, jumping up and down like an excited kid. "Mummy ... Jignesh bhaiya is getting me a new college bag!" she exclaimed. Peering through her old-fashioned glasses as she was making tea, Mayuri ben looked at us with a warm smile and said "Don't spoil her so much Jignesh beta ... you have just bought a new cycle for her ... there is nothing wrong with her bag now ... you can buy her a new one when this one gets torn..." Amisha pouted, and stamping her feet on the floor said "Oh mummy ... my bag is so old now ... please..."
Before Mayuri ben could say anything, I interjected "Aunty, Amisha has promised me that she is going to get a first-class in her next exam, so this is an incentive from me for that..." Hearing this, Mayuri ben responded "OK, in that case it is fine ... but I have one more favor to ask of you beta ... she is very weak in math ... so will you help her with that subject..." "Of course, aunty ... I will..." I replied. "Thank you very much beta..." Mayuri ben responed with a grateful smile, as she poured the tea into cups. "I will make sure you get your guru dakshina beta..." she added with a knowing smile. All I managed was an embarrassed laugh, knowing fully well what she meant.
Amisha was clinging to my hand all the while, and I was worried that her mother may notice that her daughter seemed to be besotted with me. We chatted casually as we all had tea in the living room. As I finished my tea and placed the cup on the center table, I said "Ok aunty, I think I better take your leave now ... I have to go to the gym now..." Hearing this, Amisha's face dropped. "Oh Jignesh bhaiya ... why do you have to go now ... can't you stay for some more time ... please..." she pleaded. "Sorry baby ... I have to go now ... but I promise you I will come tomorrow ... with your bag!" I told her with a laugh. "Aww..." she pouted. "Arre beti ... kyun Jignesh bhai ke peechhe pade ho ... woh kal aayenge na..." Mayuri ben chided her daughter.
Turning to me, she asked "Beta ... will you drop me at the market on your way ... I need to buy some vegetables..." "Sure aunty..." I replied. "Ok, in that case, will you wait for a minute beta? I will just go and change" she said. With that, Mayuri ben gathered the cups and went into the kitchen. She then proceeded into their bedroom to change. The moment she closed the door, Amisha who was sitting on the sofa opposite me, jumped up and rushed to me. With a conspiratory giggle, she plonked herself on my lap, sitting sideways and wrapped her arms around my neck. Pressing her ripe young body to me, those firm mounds of her teenage breasts pressing to my chest, she rested her head on my shoulder.
Looking up at me with an aroused expression on her face, she whispered "Bhaiya ... kiss me like yesterday no please..." her lips parting in expectation. Placing my left hand on her back to support her, I cupped her face with my right hand, and pulling her face towards me, I kissed her softly on the lips. She let out a soft sigh, and pressing herself further into me, began to dart her little tongue into my mouth, kissing me with the kind of uninhibited passion that only a teenager is capable of. With a deep sigh, I slid my hand down her neck and placing it on one of her ripe teenage breasts, squeezed it gently through her shirt and the bra underneath.
This caused her to let out a soft moan, and arching her back tried to press her young breasts into the palm of my hand. Her eyes were closed and she was kissing me ardently now, squirming around on my lap. Worried about getting caught if Mayuri ben saw us like this, I withdrew my mouth from hers. She let go of my tongue reluctantly, and as her eyes opened I saw that she had a glazed expression on her face and she was squeezing her thighs together. As I looked at her with love, my hand slid down from her tits and rested on her lap, gently caressing the bare flesh of her thigh which had become exposed since her skirt had ridden up well below her knees. "You are very sexy, Amisha..." I whispered to her, continuing to tease the skin of her thigh with my fingers.
"Oh bhaiya..." she hissed, clasping my hand on her knee with hers, and pulling it up to her breast again. Looking intently into my eyes with a look of intense arousal, her lips slightly parted, she pressed my hand into the firm flesh of her ripe 32-B breast again. As I had mentioned earlier, she was one of those girls who did not wear a petticoat under her college uniform, and therefore I could now feel the erect nubs of her aroused nipples protruding through he bra and the thin fabric of her shirt. I gently squeezed her nipple through her shirt and bra, causing her to shiver and clamp her thighs together, her head snuggling into the nape of my neck. Looking down, I could see her firm breasts encased tightly inside a simple white bra through the neck of her shirt. I was tempted to slide my hand inside her shirt and bra, and feel those virgin teenage tits of hers.
Managing to get a grip on myself, I whispered to her "Amisha ... I think you better get up now ... if your mummy comes..." Turning her head upwards to look into my eyes, she said in an earnest whisper "Bhaiya ... promise me you will come tomorrow ... please..." With a smile, I kissed her once again on those lovely pouting lips of hers, and said "I promise, baby..." Hearing the sounds of Mayuri ben opening the bedroom door, she quickly jumped up from my lap and gathering her college bag from the sofa, ran inside. Seeing Mayuri ben, I too got up from the sofa. She had changed into a saree, and asked me if I was ready to leave. I agreed, and we headed out. I dropped her off at the vegetable market en route to my house, and reached home.
After finishing my evening workout, I showered and changed into a pair of comfortable slacks and a t-shirt. It was nearing 7:30 pm and since I had nothing to do, I thought I might as well head to Kalpana aunty's place where I was supposed to go for dinner. I couldn't help but think about how my fortunes with the women in my colony had changed. More than me, it was perhaps Kalpana aunty who was waiting for me to come to her place, since this was the last night she would be alone. Tomorrow, Jigna was returning from her picnic, and so was Jatin bhai from his business trip. Not that I wouldn't get any more opportunities to sleep with the loving Kalpana aunty, but then being alone meant raw uninhibited sex. I smiled inwardly at the thought of that. It was indeed a welcome change from having to masturbate 3 times a day.
As I rang the bell at Kalpana auntie's house, I heard her call out from inside "Kaun hai..." "It's me aunty ... Jignesh" I called back through the door. I heard an exclamation of "Oh..." from inside, and the sound of her bustling around inside the house. "Beta, are you alone ... or is somebody with you?" she asked from behind the door. "I am alone, aunty..." I replied in a perplexed voice, wondering why she would thing that I would be accompanied by somebody. A moment later, the door opened partly. But I couldn't see her anywhere. I was just about to say something when she spoke from behind the partly opened door "Main idhar hoon beta ... aap jaldi se andar aa jaao..." My confusion growing, I stepped inside. It was only after I stepped inside and she closed the door behind us that I understood the reason for this strange behavior.
She was not wearing her saree, and was clad only in her blouse and petticoat; with a thin rough linen cloth (ostensibly used to wipe vessels in the kitchen) resting on her shoulder. She was drenched with sweat and mopped her face with the cloth, even as I gazed at her in amusement. Looking at me with an embarrassed smile, she said "Oh beta, I was not expecting you to come so early ... I was cooking in the kitchen, and it's so hot so I ... I ... I had taken off my saree ... I am ... I am so sorry beta..." For some strange reason, this little incident both aroused and touched me at the same time. If she had wanted to, she could have kept me waiting at the door while she made her self presentable. But I guess the fact that she didn't do so, spoke volumes about the regard she held me in.
Shaking my head with a smile, I embraced her warmly and said "Oh aunty ... aap bhi na..." Her hands had been fidgeting with the kitchen cloth on her shoulder, partly in embarrassment, and partly in an attempt to cover her huge breasts held tight inside the blouse with her arms. As I gazed at her smiling face, I couldn't help but think that inspite of her having a weather-beaten, wheat complexioned, and pockmarked face, she had beautiful big eyes and and an even endearing smile. As her huge firm heavy breasts pressed against my chest, she rested her left hand on my shoulder, and placed the other hand on my hips; returning my embrace. As always the broad strap of her black bra peeked out from under her blouse at the shoulder, and her blouse was drenched with sweat at the neck and the armpits.
"I just thought that I'd come a little early and help you with your work, aunty..." I said to her lovingly. "Oh beta ... you are so nice..." she said with a warm smile, caressing my cheek with her right hand. As I let go off her, she said "Just give me a minute beta ... I will quickly wear my saree and come..." "Oh no aunty ... no need to do that please..." I said quickly " ... you don't have to be so formal with me..." "But beta..." she began to protest. "And besides ... I love seeing you this way, aunty..." I continued with a naughty smile. Hearing that, she smiled with a mixture of love and shyness, and said "Theek hai beta ... as you say..." Turning around, she went into the kitchen and quickly returned with a glass of water on a tray. As I took the glass from her, she said "Beta ... you please make yourself comfortable ... aunty will finish cooking quickly and come..." "I'd rather be with you in the kitchen, aunty..." I replied with my most charming smile. She just smiled and shook her head silently.
As I followed her into the kitchen, I could not help but once again gaze in awe at the way her humongous ass moved under the old worn petticoat. Incidentally she was wearing the same bottle green blouse and petticoat that she was wearing with her saree when she'd come to my place in the afternoon. My truculent cock, which had been teased by Mayuri ben's teenage daughter Amisha only a while back, stirred once again. Upon entering the kitchen, I saw that she was working on preparing a lavish spread for dinner. In order to ease her discomfort at my being in the kitchen while she cooked, I asked her "So what are you making for dinner today?" "Oh nothing much beta ... I am just hoping that you will like whatever little I have made..." Getting back to cutting some vegetables, she continued "I made daal dhokli ... your mother had told me you love that ... and I am now making some undhiyu..." For those unfamiliar with Gujarati cuisine, daal dhokli is a dish made out of steamed flour pancakes, cut and immersed in a thick lentil gravy. Undhiyu, on the other hand, is a delicacy made from a mixture of numerous non-leafy vegetables.
"Umm ... my mouth is already watering, aunty..." I said with a smile. "Oh please beta ... I am just praying that you will like it..." she replied in an eager voice. "And what are you making for dessert, aunty?" I asked. "Oh beta ... I made some gaajar ka halwa ... I hope you like it ... I was not sure of what sweet dishes you like..." she replied in an unsure voice. "Hmm ... actually I am not too big a fan of gaajar ka halwa..." I replied with a straight face. Hearing this, she frowned in worry, and pausing she said in worried voice "Oh beta ... how foolish of me ... I just assumed that..." I laughed heartily, and interrupting her said "Arre aunty ... I was just teasing you ... of course I love gaajar ka halwa ... in fact I love anything that you make..." walking up to her and wrapping my arms around her wide thick hips from behind. As I rested my chin on her shoulder, I whispered into her ear "And to tell you the truth aunty ... even if there is no dessert, I am fine ... since I am going to have you for dessert tonight..."
Hearing this, she let out a sigh of relief and turning sideways to look at my face, she said "Oh Jignesh beta ... don't say such sweet things to aunty ... because after some time, when you get tired of your Kalpana aunty ... I will really miss all this..." caressing my cheek with a wry smile on her face. In response, I just snuggled up closer to her from behind, pressing my crotch to her ample buttocks, and cupping her huge flesh breasts through the blouse, said enigmatically "Let's just see who gets tired of whom first..." As I gazed down at the valley between her huge breasts encased tightly inside the confines of her blouse, the mangalsutra adorning her chest, I felt her thick nipples harden even under the double layers of her blouse and bra. "Oh beta..." she groaned, throwing her head back and resting it against my chest " ... if you continue to do all this, then aunty will not be able to cook..." The faint odor of sweat from her hot body was arousing me, and realizing I had to save my energy for the night, I disengaged from her with a laugh. Sitting down on a stool in the kitchen, I chatted with her as she continued with her cooking.
Once she was done cooking, she excused herself by saying that she wanted to have a bath before serving me dinner. I caught up on some TV as she went for her bath. When she returned after finishing her bath, she was a transformed woman. She had changed into a purple chiffon saree embellished with shiny tinsel work that suited her complexion very well, and that was accompanied by a matching blouse. She had washed her hair, and since it was still not dry, she had wrapped a thin linen towel around her head & hair, like a makeshift headgear. Somehow the sight of a freshly bathed housewife, with a towel wrapped around her head always turned me on. As she walked into the room with a smile on her loving face, I could smell the faint aroma of some lavender talcum powder she'd liberally sprinkled on her body. "Time I bought this woman some deodorants..." I thought to myself.
As she bustled into the kitchen, she said to me apologetically "I am so sorry I had to make you wait beta..." I dismissed her apology with some appropriate comment. As I followed her into the kitchen to help her set the table, I noticed that the back of her blouse was wet due to water dripping from her hair, and that the outlines of her black bra could be seen through the blouse. Having set the table, I settled down to enjoy the sumptuous dinner she had prepared, and topped it up with the delicious carrot dessert she had so lovingly prepared. As I ate with relish, licking my fingers intermittently, she watched me with a look of tenderness and fondness. Once again, I was caught in this quandary of my lust for her being mixed with feelings of love and warmth. The predators that we men are, the thrill is all in the hunt, and having conquered the prey, we start to lose interest.
After we finished dinner, and I helped her clear the plates, she went into the kitchen to wash the utensils. I used to time to grab some fresh air in the small open courtyard behind their house. After a while, she came outside. She was carrying a bucket with washed clothes to be hung to dry in the courtyard. I went up to her to help her with the clothes, a gesture which pleased her immensely. Without looking at me as she was hanging the clothes on the line, she said "Beta ... tum jaisa ladka to har maa ka khwaab hota hai ... your mother is very happy to have a son like you..." I just laughed, partly at the irony of it. I'd never be caught doing anything to help my mom ever in the house, and I was dead sure there was nobody she detested more than her useless bum of a son.
She was standing on a stool in order to reach the clothes line, and as I was handing her the washed clothes one by one from the bucket, a bra of hers came into my hand. As I handed her the cheap cotton 38-C bra, a look of embarrassment came to her face, and all she could muster was an "Oh..." I just smiled at her teasingly. As she fixed a clip on the bra, she was silent for a while. Climbing down from the stool, she picked up the empty bucket, and stood there for a while, as if unsure of what to say. Clearing her throat, she said hesitatingly "Beta ... Jigna told me ... that when you bought those clothes for her ... you ... also ... bought some ... umm ... undergarments for her..."
Once again she paused, as if gathering her thoughts. "I am her mother ... and ... I should be doing this for her ... and I had been thinking of buying her some ... bras ... for quite some time now ... but for some reason or the other ... I had to keep postponing it..." she said slowly. I wasn't sure where this conversation was heading, and I was a little apprehensive that she might disapprove of me taking that kind of liberties with her teenage daughter. "You know beta ... she is growing up really fast ... and ... I could see that ... for her body ... she needs to wear a bra now..." she continued in a low voice. I just stood there silently, waiting for her to say more. Moving closer to me, she took hold of my hand in hers, and said "Beta ... what I am trying to say is that ... I am very grateful that you did that for Jigna ... I am ... I don't know what else to say..." she said with a tone of gratitude in her voice.
I just caressed the back of her palm and said "Oh come on aunty ... now again you are making me feel like a paraaya ... you and Jigna ... mean a lot to me aunty..." Hearing this, she smiled at me warmly, and placing her hand on my chest said "Yes I know beta ... you mean the world to Jigna ... I can see that she is very fond of you ... and I know that you also care for her very much..." Continuing, she said "And beta ... I need your help in handling her ... because she is growing up ... and at this age ... you know ... umm ... girls can get ... distracted ... you know what I mean, beta?" looking me in the eye. "I understand that aunty... "I replied reassuringly.
"And beta ... please guide her ... I mean ... please help her ... umm ... deal with those distractions ... you know what I am trying to say na, beta?" she asked me once again, looking at my face with those deep big eyes of hers. I was at a loss for words, as I was feeling terribly guilty about the fact that she was implicitly placing her daughter in my trust, while all I did was lust for that luscisous teenage college girl. Clearing my throat, I said "Don't worry about Jigna aunty ... I will take care of her ... and ... and I will make sure that I am there to handle her ... umm ... distractions..." What I had just said was a loaded statement, and I was praying she wouldn't understand the true meaning of my words.
To change the topic, I took hold of her hand and said "Now let's go inside aunty ... I ... I want to go to bed now ... with you..." the last two words being said with a smile on my face. She just smiled and followed me inside. As she was locking the rear courtyard door, she said to me "Beta ... I have kept the bedroom ready ... why don't you go ahead ... I'll join you in a minute..." I agreed and headed inside. She had put on fresh sheets and pillow covers on the bed in their master bedroom in preparation of my visit. I smiled to myself as I stripped off my slacks and t-shirt and lay down bare-chested on the comfortable bed in only my boxers. I lay there waiting for her to come, my thoughts drifted to the incredible chain of events in the last one week or so. Was it the new-found money that had changed my fortunes in matters of sex? Was it luck? Was it because I was being kind to people? Or was I a conniving scheming bastard exploiting the situation with these vulnerable women? There were no straight answers, I concluded. It was perhaps a combination of all of these.
She came into the room after a while, carrying a tray with a glass of warm milk. In terms of being pampered, it couldn't have gotten any better. With a smile, she sat down on the bed beside me and offered me the milk. I sat up, and taking the glass from her hands, said "Thank you, aunty..." She just smiled in return. After I finished drinking the sweetened milk, she took the empty glass from my hand and got up to place it on a small teapoy next to their cupboard. As she was about to turn around, I got up from the bed and quickly went and embraced her from behind. She let out a surprised "Oh..." and smiling, placed her hand on mine. My crotch was pressed against massive fleshy buttocks and my hands were wrapped around her mature fleshy belly. Turning her head sideways to look up to me, she said "Kya hua beta ... why did you get up?" In response, I just rested my chin on her shoulder, and pressed myself closer to her. Her damp hair was still tied in that thin cotton towel, and her blouse was wet at the back with the water from her damp hair.
Turning her around, I wrapped my arms around her waist again, and pressed my already hardening cock to her belly. Looking into her eyes, I bent my face and kissed her gently on the lips. "Oh beta..." she sighed, as my lips touched hers, and wrapped her arms around my back. Her mouth parted and our tongues intertwined as I kissed her hungrily. As I pulled my mouth away from hers, she closed her eyes and rested her face against my chest. We held in each other silently for a few moments. Then I pushed her away gently, and looking into her eyes said "Aunty, I want to see you ... can I take off your clothes... ?" "Oh Jignesh beta..." was all she could manage to say, as she looked into my eyes with love and nodded her head. Reaching out, I took hold of the pallu of her saree and began to undbang it. She just stood their silently, watching me with a look of tenderness and arousal.
As the saree came off her torso, I was once again rewarded by the sight of her huge 38-C breasts encased tightly inside the purple blouse of hers. The blouse was damp at the shoulders and I could see the thick strap of her black bra under the thin fabric of the blouse. As always, I couldn't help but admire the way her big heavy breasts strained inside the confines of her blouse, causing the hooks of blouse to be stretched. Resisting the temptation to grab her mature heavy breasts, I quickly pulled off the saree completely. As I dropped the saree on the floor, I looked at her stocky heavy built body clad only in the blouse and petticoat.
I sat down on the bed and pulled her towards me. With a sigh, she come to me and wrapped her arms around my bare back, pressing my face to her heavy fleshy belly. As I pressed my cheek to her belly, her heavy mature breasts rested on my head, even as I felt her ruffle the hair on my head fondly. Once again, I stood up and holding her by her waist, looked her in the eye. "Can I open your blouse, aunty?" I asked in a husky voice. "Yes, beta..." she whispered, looking me in the eye. I reached out between us and began to open the hooks of her blouse. She hunched her shoulders together to help me open the hooks easily, even as she continued to gaze at me silently. As the hooks of her blouse came open, I was rewarded by the sight of those beautiful big mature breasts held tight inside the confines of her cheap cotton black bra. Her breasts, in addition to being big, were also spread quite wide across her chests, causing them to bulge out of the cups of her bra near her armpits, and also form a deep inviting cleavage.
As I slid her blouse off her heavy arms with some difficulty and dropped them on the floor, I looked into her eyes again. Resting my left hand on her fleshy hips, I reached out with my right and cupping her huge fleshy breast with my right hand, squeezed gently. "Jignesh..." she breathed, as she thrust her chest out, and felt my fingers close around the firm heavy flesh of her breast through the bra. Once again, I sat down on the bed and looking into her aroused face, asked softly "Now can I remove your petticoat, aunty... ?" She just nodded hungrily, and placed her arm on my shoulder. I struggled a bit to undo the knot of her petticoat at the waist, and she helped me. As the knot of her petticoat came undone at the waist, I loosened the string causing her petticoat to slide down her legs and fall in a heap around her ankles.
I had never seen my darling Kalpana aunty in this state of undress, and my cock lurched inside my boxers at the sight of standing before me like that. She had the widest hips I had seen on any woman that seemed to flare out from her waist, inspite of the fact that she had very a very big waist too. Her bottom half was disproportionately large compared to her torso, endowed with a massive rounded ass that she was, and for some strange reason made her look even more arousing to me. As I gaszed at Kalpana aunty standing mutely before me, stripped down to her bra and panty, I felt a wave of arousal course through my veins. To me, it was an incredibly erotic sight seeing this mature 38-year old mother of two, standing in front of me clad only in her bra and panty.
Even though her black bra and panty did not seem to be from the same set, she had atleast bothered to wear them of the same colour; unlike many of the other other older married women who invariably wore colour-mismatched bras and panties. Her big fleshy belly, even though had layers of fat on it, did not hang out flabbily the way Mayuri ben's did, and seemed firm inspite of the girth. I noted that she wore a black string around her waist, just above the line of her panties, tied to which was a talisman of some sort. Her panties were by no means sexy, and instead were of a utilitarian type that was stretched wide across her butt, covering both her ass cheeks. I don't think a woman like her had ever waxed in the life, but thankfully she did not have too much of body hair.
As I placed my hand on her massively wide and heavy hips, she shivered involuntarily. Her massive tree-trunk like thighs tapered down to rounded fleshy knees, and a pair of stocky muscular calves. As I ran my hands along her massive brown-skinned thighs, she shivered and I felt goose-bumps come up on her skin. My cock, which had been throbbing for a while now, was almost fully hard now, and had formed a big bulge inside my boxers. On a sudden instinct, I hooked my fingers in the elastic waist band of her panties, and pulled it down roughly in one go. She let out a soft cry of "Ohh..." as her panties slid down to her knees. Letting the panty remain stuck near her knees, I was rewarded by the sight of her mature puffy cunt. To my pleasant surprise, she had trimmed the hair on her pussy. Gone was the forest of thick pubic hair, and in its place was a trimmed (not shaved) patch of pussy hair that covered the thick lips of her cunt.
To Be Continued..
The wide open front of her gown was stretched taut by the sheer girth of both her breasts being bared. Being a snug fit through that neck opening of the gown, those incredibly huge mammaries of hers were pressed together, giving an incredibly erotic view. I went berserk on them, squeezing them, licking them, pinching them, and sucking on them like a man possessed. By now, she had slid her hand inside my track-pants and was massaging my cock with those thick coarse pudgy fingers of hers. She turned around fully to face me, and leaning back against the kitchen platform, pulled me towards her breasts. Cupping her mammaries with both my hands, I buried my face between them.
After I had my fill of sucking on those humongous footballs of hers, I raised my face to look up at her. She had a look of contentment on her face. Caressing my cheek, she said "Main jaanti hoon beta ... tum ye soch rahe ho na ki kaash Mayuri aunty ke mammon mein doodh hota to kitna accha hota ... hai na beta?" It came back to me in a flash that she was referring to my saying that the day before. Without waiting for me to reply, she said "Aunty ne sab intazaam kar diya hai beta ... agar tumko koi aitraaz na ho to main Alka ko kal dopahar tumhare ghar par bhej doongi..." referring to the 27-year old housewife I'd been introduced to yesterday.
By now, Mayuri ben had slid her hand inside my underwear, and was teasing my already rigid cock with her fingers. "Aunty..." I said " ... mujhe yeh thheek nahi lag raha hai ... Alka bhabhi se ye sab karwaana ... main jaanta hoon ki unko paiso ki zaroorat hai ... aur mein unko jitney paise chaahiye woh dene ko taiyyar hoon ... par main unke saath yeh sab nahi karna chaahta..." Hearing this, Mayuri ben smiled, and said "Arre beta ... main jaanti hoon ki tum kitne dildaar ho ... par agar tum usko aise hi paise doge to socho ki usko kya lagega ... bechaari ko aisa lagega ki woh gareeb hai iske liye tum usko bheekh de rahe ho..." When I did not say anything, she continued "Beta aisa bhi nahin hai ki woh yeh sab paise kamaane ke liye koi dhandha kar rahi hai ... aur main jaanti hoon ki tum uske saath ek raand ki tarah nahi pesh aaoge ... socho beta ... agar woh tumhari seva karti hai ... aur tum uske badle mein uski madad karte ho ... to uska bhi atmasamman bana rahega ... hai ki nahi?" I couldn't refute her cold logic, and said "Theek hai aunty ... aap kehte ho to..."
She brightened upon hearing my assent, and squeezing my cock with her fingers inside the briefs said with a laugh "Abhi chhodo yeh sab batein ... dekho dumhara dheela pad gaya hai ... aao main usko phir se khada karti hoon..." With that she quickly pulled a small stool lying in the kitchen, and hitching her old gown and petticoat up to her knees, sat down on it. Hooking her fingers in the elastic waist-band of my track pants and underwear, she pulled them down to my ankles together. As I stepped out of them bunched around my ankles, she quickly took my semi-rigid cock in her coarse hand, and breathed "Oh Jignesh beta ... kitna pyaara lauda hai tumhara..."
Pushing her spectacles up the bridge of her nose, she pushed my cock up towards my belly with her right hand and brought her face towards my crotch. Thrusting out her thick juicy tongue, she began to run it along the underside of my cock. I groaned and held her by her head. Moving her head, she also began to lick my swollen balls with her tongue, stroking my cock with her hand at the same time. To my utter surprise, she made a moaning sound, and opening her mouth, sucked one of my balls into her mouth. Holding me by my waist with her other hand, as she lashed her tongue on my balls and stroked me at the same time, I could feel my cock swelling to its full hardness.
"Chooso aunty..." I groaned, and hearing that, she quickly guided my hard erect cock into her mouth. This mature 48-year old college teacher was an accomplished cock-sucker. With a groan, she opened her mouth wide, and holding me by my hips, pulled me towards her to send my swollen spear deep into the depths of her mouth. She held me fast by my hips, letting my cock stay buried in the depths of her mouth, as she made gurgling sounds trying to adjust her throat to get used to the girth of my hard cock. Mad with lust, I grabbed her by the bun of her hair, and pushed my cock deeper till I felt the swollen tip of my cock press against her throat.
Then with a groan, I pulled my cock out. It was wet and slippery with her saliva. Holding my cock with my right hand at the base, and holding her head by her hair with the other, I began to rub and slap my wet slippery cock all over her face. "Umm ... haan beta..." she moaned. As I let go off my cock, she quickly took it in her hand, and taking them tip of it into her mouth again, began to rhythmically stroke it while sucking on the tip at the same time. This was getting difficult to handle, and if she continued this for long, I knew I was going to shoot my load right into her mouth.
Grabbing her by her head again, I spread my legs, and with a groan thrust my cock once again into the depths of her mouth. As I felt my cock head press against her throat again, I groaned, and began to fuck her mouth with vigor. I wanted to treat her like the wanton slut that she was, and so began to thrust into her mouth just like I would fuck her cunt. She was more than willing to co-operate, and opened her mouth wider to allow me to ravage her mouth. As I watched this 48-year old mature Mayuri ben sitting there on the stool in front of me, her hair beginning to gray at the temples, her huge pendulous breasts hanging out in the open from the open neck of her gown, willingly taking my big cock into her mouth, I couldn't but marvel at my good fortune.
As my cock slid in and out of her mouth, she was making throat grunts, and her saliva was drooling down from the sides of her mouth liberally. I knew I couldn't sustain this for long, so I slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. As my cock came out of her mouth, she let out a deep sigh and took in huge lungfuls of air, wiping the saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand. Looking up towards me through those matronly spectacles of hers, she asked in a husky voice "Ab aunty ko chodoge beta?" Maddened with lust by now, I just nodded my assent.
Getting up with difficult from the stool, she took hold of my cock in her hand again, and said "Bedroom mein chale beta?" Grabbing one of her huge pendulous mammaries with my right hand, I said huskily "Nahin aunty ... main aapko idhar kitchen mein hi chodna chaahta hoon..." Hearing this a seductive smile came to her face and she whispered "Peecche se chodoge mujhe beta?" "Haan aunty ... agar aapko itraaz na ho to..." I replied, squeezing her breast hard. "Arre beta ... itraaz kaisa aunty ko ... aunty ko tumhaare alaawa chodne wala aur kaun hai..." she said with a knowing smile. With that she turned around and leaned forward on the kitchen platform.
She quickly pulled up her old house gown along with the worn petticoat to bare those massive thighs and that huge flabby ass of hers. Supporting herself on the platform with her left hand, and holding up her gown & petticoat with her right, she spread her legs apart in the perfect position to allow me to fuck her from behind. Twisting her head sideways, she said in a throaty voice "Ab aunty ko jaldi se chodo beta ... dekho aunty tumhare liye kitni geeli ho gayi hai..." It was an incredible sight; this mature 48-year old woman with tits like udders, standing here bent forward on the kitchen counter; urging me to fuck her. Kalpana aunty's ass was probably wider than hers, but Mayuri ben's ass was by far the biggest and fattest ass I had ever seen on a woman. Caressing the flabby flesh of her mammoth ass with my left hand, I rubbed my slippery wet cock in the crack of her ass.
"Oh beta ... tadpaao mat aunty ko ... chodo na beta..." she moaned, as I teased her ass with my hard wet cock. In response, I thrust my right hand in between her thighs, and was rewarded by the feel of her thick hairy cunt. She was right about being wet. As she felt my finger on her sopping wet hairy cunt, she grabbed hold of my hand, and pressed it to her cunt, crying "Oh beta..." I quickly thrust two of my fingers into her thick hot cunt, and rammed it in all the way up to my knuckles, eliciting one more groan of pleasure from her. Pulling my wet fingers out, I bent my knees slightly, and positioned my hard cock at the opening of her cunt from behind. Holding her by her massive fleshy ass, I thrust my cock into the depths of her mature cunt in one swift motion. It was like a hot knife spearing through butter. As my hip smacked against her ass, my cock buried to the hilt in her cavernous cunt, she cried out "Aahhh beta ... chodo Mayuri aunty ko ... chodo zor se..." Not wanting any further invitation, I took hold of her by her wide hips, and began to ram my cock in and out of her sopping wet cunt.
I pulled her more towards me, and applied pressure on her back, indicating to her that she should bend down further. She complied instantly, and bent down fully, placing both her arms flat on the kitchen platform, bent at the elbows, and rested her face on them. This caused her huge mammaries to hang free like over ripe melons, and they swung heavily each time I rammed my cock into her. As I had said earlier also, even with my fully hard cock buried in her cunt, I could feel that there was enough room in that cavernous cunt of hers to accommodate more.
A woman of her size probably needed a 9" cock to satiate her, and my 7" one was woefully inadequate. Leaning forward a bit, I took hold of one of her massive free swinging breasts, and squeezed them hard even as my cock pistoned in and out of her hot juicy cunt. "Ohhh beta ... dabaao aunty ke mammon ko ... aur zor se chodo aunty ko..." she moaned, reaching out with her right hand to finger her cunt simultaneously. That was it for me, and with a groan, I exploded inside her. As my cum blasted out of the swollen tip of my cock, I pushed it deep into her cunt, and held it pressed inside, feeling my cock tremble and jerk. As my second orgasm in the span of one hour took hold of me, I arched my back and let my sperm fill the cavernous depths of her pussy.
Exhausted, I collapsed on her back. She let me rest on her back in that position, and said softly "Acchha laga, beta?" "Ohh aunty ... bahut acchha laga ... ab jaakar mujhe raahat mili hai..." I gasped, as I struggled to regain my breath. My cock, which was beginning to get limp now, slipped out of her pussy. Reaching between her legs, she caressed it with her fingers and said "Beta ... mujhe maalum hai ki meri choot dheeli hai isliye tumko mazaa nahi aata hai ... par kya karoon beta ... ab to main boodhi ho gayi hoon na..." This woman never ceased to amaze me with her brazen talk. Squeezing those massive udders of hers, which were still dangling outside, I said "Oh aunty ... aisa mat boliye aap ... mujhe bahut mazaa aata hai aapke saath karne main..."
Hearing that she let out a short laugh and said "Ja beta ... maskha mat lago aunty ko ... main jaanti hoon tumhaare jaise jawaan ladke ko kya chaahiye..." When I did not respond, she continued "Beta tum ek din raat ko yahaan par sona ... main Seema beti ko tumhaare liye taiyyaar kar ke rakhoongi ... tumhe usko chodne mein bahut mazaa aayega beta..." My drained cock still managed to give an involuntary lurch, hearing this 48-year old matronly woman inviting me to fuck her own daughter. I just mumbled "Oh aunty..." As she straightened and turned around, she once again fondled my limp cock and balls, and said "Par beta ... tum tumhari Mayuri maasi ko bhool to nahi jaaoge na ... kabhi kabhi tum maasi ki bhi pyaas bujha dena ... main taras jaati hoon tumhaare jaise jawaan ladke ke liye ... yaad rakhoge na beta?"
"Oh aunty ... aapko kaise bhooloong main..." I said with mock earnesty. "Aur next time beta ... main tumko guarantee se aur mazaa doongi ... next time tum aunty ki ghaand mein daalna ... main guarantee deti hoon ki tumhe meri ghaand maarne mein isse zyaada mazaa aayega..." she continued with a smile, still fondling my cock and balls with her pudgy fingers. At that very instance, the bell rang. "Lagta hai Amisha college se aa gayi hai..." she said guiltily. Giving me a final lingering kiss, she quickly shoved her mammaries inside the gown and began to button up. As I also began to hastily pull on my clothes, she said to me "Tum darwaaza kholo beta ... main tumhare liye chai banaati hoon..." After hastily pulling on my clothes, I opened the door.
The 17-year old Amisha' face lit up with pleasure upon seeing me. There is a timeless eroticism to a teenage collegegirl like Amisha. She was dressed the same college uniform of a knee-length beige pleated skirt that was just short of her knees, a white collared shirt with the half sleeve fashionably folded, the top button left open tantalizingly, and the brown tie left fashionably loose around the collar. Her college bag was slung casually across her right shoulder with only one of the two straps, causing her proud young breasts to be thrust tantalizingly out through her shirt.
"Jignesh bhaiya!!!" she exclaimed, upon seeing me and nearly flung herself into me and wrapped her arms around my back, pressing her ripe young body to mine. With one eye on the kitchen door, I smiled at her warmly and said "Hi Amisha ... I was waiting for you only..." rubbing her back. Flinging her bag on to the sofa, she dragged me towards the sofa, pulling me down to sit beside her. Lifting both her legs to sit cross-legged on the sofa, she turned towards me and clasping her hands together in glee, said in an excited child-like tone "You know Jignesh bhaiya ... every one in college liked my new cycle so much today ... they were also so jealous you know!"
I just laughed upon hearing that and said "Well, they are going to be even more jealous when you go to college day after tomorrow with a new bag!" my hand resting on her bare thigh where her skirt had ridden up her knee. "Oh really!!!" she squealed with delight, clasping her hands together again and jumping up from the sofa. Grabbing hold of my hand again, she dragged me into the kitchen, jumping up and down like an excited kid. "Mummy ... Jignesh bhaiya is getting me a new college bag!" she exclaimed. Peering through her old-fashioned glasses as she was making tea, Mayuri ben looked at us with a warm smile and said "Don't spoil her so much Jignesh beta ... you have just bought a new cycle for her ... there is nothing wrong with her bag now ... you can buy her a new one when this one gets torn..." Amisha pouted, and stamping her feet on the floor said "Oh mummy ... my bag is so old now ... please..."
Before Mayuri ben could say anything, I interjected "Aunty, Amisha has promised me that she is going to get a first-class in her next exam, so this is an incentive from me for that..." Hearing this, Mayuri ben responded "OK, in that case it is fine ... but I have one more favor to ask of you beta ... she is very weak in math ... so will you help her with that subject..." "Of course, aunty ... I will..." I replied. "Thank you very much beta..." Mayuri ben responed with a grateful smile, as she poured the tea into cups. "I will make sure you get your guru dakshina beta..." she added with a knowing smile. All I managed was an embarrassed laugh, knowing fully well what she meant.
Amisha was clinging to my hand all the while, and I was worried that her mother may notice that her daughter seemed to be besotted with me. We chatted casually as we all had tea in the living room. As I finished my tea and placed the cup on the center table, I said "Ok aunty, I think I better take your leave now ... I have to go to the gym now..." Hearing this, Amisha's face dropped. "Oh Jignesh bhaiya ... why do you have to go now ... can't you stay for some more time ... please..." she pleaded. "Sorry baby ... I have to go now ... but I promise you I will come tomorrow ... with your bag!" I told her with a laugh. "Aww..." she pouted. "Arre beti ... kyun Jignesh bhai ke peechhe pade ho ... woh kal aayenge na..." Mayuri ben chided her daughter.
Turning to me, she asked "Beta ... will you drop me at the market on your way ... I need to buy some vegetables..." "Sure aunty..." I replied. "Ok, in that case, will you wait for a minute beta? I will just go and change" she said. With that, Mayuri ben gathered the cups and went into the kitchen. She then proceeded into their bedroom to change. The moment she closed the door, Amisha who was sitting on the sofa opposite me, jumped up and rushed to me. With a conspiratory giggle, she plonked herself on my lap, sitting sideways and wrapped her arms around my neck. Pressing her ripe young body to me, those firm mounds of her teenage breasts pressing to my chest, she rested her head on my shoulder.
Looking up at me with an aroused expression on her face, she whispered "Bhaiya ... kiss me like yesterday no please..." her lips parting in expectation. Placing my left hand on her back to support her, I cupped her face with my right hand, and pulling her face towards me, I kissed her softly on the lips. She let out a soft sigh, and pressing herself further into me, began to dart her little tongue into my mouth, kissing me with the kind of uninhibited passion that only a teenager is capable of. With a deep sigh, I slid my hand down her neck and placing it on one of her ripe teenage breasts, squeezed it gently through her shirt and the bra underneath.
This caused her to let out a soft moan, and arching her back tried to press her young breasts into the palm of my hand. Her eyes were closed and she was kissing me ardently now, squirming around on my lap. Worried about getting caught if Mayuri ben saw us like this, I withdrew my mouth from hers. She let go of my tongue reluctantly, and as her eyes opened I saw that she had a glazed expression on her face and she was squeezing her thighs together. As I looked at her with love, my hand slid down from her tits and rested on her lap, gently caressing the bare flesh of her thigh which had become exposed since her skirt had ridden up well below her knees. "You are very sexy, Amisha..." I whispered to her, continuing to tease the skin of her thigh with my fingers.
"Oh bhaiya..." she hissed, clasping my hand on her knee with hers, and pulling it up to her breast again. Looking intently into my eyes with a look of intense arousal, her lips slightly parted, she pressed my hand into the firm flesh of her ripe 32-B breast again. As I had mentioned earlier, she was one of those girls who did not wear a petticoat under her college uniform, and therefore I could now feel the erect nubs of her aroused nipples protruding through he bra and the thin fabric of her shirt. I gently squeezed her nipple through her shirt and bra, causing her to shiver and clamp her thighs together, her head snuggling into the nape of my neck. Looking down, I could see her firm breasts encased tightly inside a simple white bra through the neck of her shirt. I was tempted to slide my hand inside her shirt and bra, and feel those virgin teenage tits of hers.
Managing to get a grip on myself, I whispered to her "Amisha ... I think you better get up now ... if your mummy comes..." Turning her head upwards to look into my eyes, she said in an earnest whisper "Bhaiya ... promise me you will come tomorrow ... please..." With a smile, I kissed her once again on those lovely pouting lips of hers, and said "I promise, baby..." Hearing the sounds of Mayuri ben opening the bedroom door, she quickly jumped up from my lap and gathering her college bag from the sofa, ran inside. Seeing Mayuri ben, I too got up from the sofa. She had changed into a saree, and asked me if I was ready to leave. I agreed, and we headed out. I dropped her off at the vegetable market en route to my house, and reached home.
After finishing my evening workout, I showered and changed into a pair of comfortable slacks and a t-shirt. It was nearing 7:30 pm and since I had nothing to do, I thought I might as well head to Kalpana aunty's place where I was supposed to go for dinner. I couldn't help but think about how my fortunes with the women in my colony had changed. More than me, it was perhaps Kalpana aunty who was waiting for me to come to her place, since this was the last night she would be alone. Tomorrow, Jigna was returning from her picnic, and so was Jatin bhai from his business trip. Not that I wouldn't get any more opportunities to sleep with the loving Kalpana aunty, but then being alone meant raw uninhibited sex. I smiled inwardly at the thought of that. It was indeed a welcome change from having to masturbate 3 times a day.
As I rang the bell at Kalpana auntie's house, I heard her call out from inside "Kaun hai..." "It's me aunty ... Jignesh" I called back through the door. I heard an exclamation of "Oh..." from inside, and the sound of her bustling around inside the house. "Beta, are you alone ... or is somebody with you?" she asked from behind the door. "I am alone, aunty..." I replied in a perplexed voice, wondering why she would thing that I would be accompanied by somebody. A moment later, the door opened partly. But I couldn't see her anywhere. I was just about to say something when she spoke from behind the partly opened door "Main idhar hoon beta ... aap jaldi se andar aa jaao..." My confusion growing, I stepped inside. It was only after I stepped inside and she closed the door behind us that I understood the reason for this strange behavior.
She was not wearing her saree, and was clad only in her blouse and petticoat; with a thin rough linen cloth (ostensibly used to wipe vessels in the kitchen) resting on her shoulder. She was drenched with sweat and mopped her face with the cloth, even as I gazed at her in amusement. Looking at me with an embarrassed smile, she said "Oh beta, I was not expecting you to come so early ... I was cooking in the kitchen, and it's so hot so I ... I ... I had taken off my saree ... I am ... I am so sorry beta..." For some strange reason, this little incident both aroused and touched me at the same time. If she had wanted to, she could have kept me waiting at the door while she made her self presentable. But I guess the fact that she didn't do so, spoke volumes about the regard she held me in.
Shaking my head with a smile, I embraced her warmly and said "Oh aunty ... aap bhi na..." Her hands had been fidgeting with the kitchen cloth on her shoulder, partly in embarrassment, and partly in an attempt to cover her huge breasts held tight inside the blouse with her arms. As I gazed at her smiling face, I couldn't help but think that inspite of her having a weather-beaten, wheat complexioned, and pockmarked face, she had beautiful big eyes and and an even endearing smile. As her huge firm heavy breasts pressed against my chest, she rested her left hand on my shoulder, and placed the other hand on my hips; returning my embrace. As always the broad strap of her black bra peeked out from under her blouse at the shoulder, and her blouse was drenched with sweat at the neck and the armpits.
"I just thought that I'd come a little early and help you with your work, aunty..." I said to her lovingly. "Oh beta ... you are so nice..." she said with a warm smile, caressing my cheek with her right hand. As I let go off her, she said "Just give me a minute beta ... I will quickly wear my saree and come..." "Oh no aunty ... no need to do that please..." I said quickly " ... you don't have to be so formal with me..." "But beta..." she began to protest. "And besides ... I love seeing you this way, aunty..." I continued with a naughty smile. Hearing that, she smiled with a mixture of love and shyness, and said "Theek hai beta ... as you say..." Turning around, she went into the kitchen and quickly returned with a glass of water on a tray. As I took the glass from her, she said "Beta ... you please make yourself comfortable ... aunty will finish cooking quickly and come..." "I'd rather be with you in the kitchen, aunty..." I replied with my most charming smile. She just smiled and shook her head silently.
As I followed her into the kitchen, I could not help but once again gaze in awe at the way her humongous ass moved under the old worn petticoat. Incidentally she was wearing the same bottle green blouse and petticoat that she was wearing with her saree when she'd come to my place in the afternoon. My truculent cock, which had been teased by Mayuri ben's teenage daughter Amisha only a while back, stirred once again. Upon entering the kitchen, I saw that she was working on preparing a lavish spread for dinner. In order to ease her discomfort at my being in the kitchen while she cooked, I asked her "So what are you making for dinner today?" "Oh nothing much beta ... I am just hoping that you will like whatever little I have made..." Getting back to cutting some vegetables, she continued "I made daal dhokli ... your mother had told me you love that ... and I am now making some undhiyu..." For those unfamiliar with Gujarati cuisine, daal dhokli is a dish made out of steamed flour pancakes, cut and immersed in a thick lentil gravy. Undhiyu, on the other hand, is a delicacy made from a mixture of numerous non-leafy vegetables.
"Umm ... my mouth is already watering, aunty..." I said with a smile. "Oh please beta ... I am just praying that you will like it..." she replied in an eager voice. "And what are you making for dessert, aunty?" I asked. "Oh beta ... I made some gaajar ka halwa ... I hope you like it ... I was not sure of what sweet dishes you like..." she replied in an unsure voice. "Hmm ... actually I am not too big a fan of gaajar ka halwa..." I replied with a straight face. Hearing this, she frowned in worry, and pausing she said in worried voice "Oh beta ... how foolish of me ... I just assumed that..." I laughed heartily, and interrupting her said "Arre aunty ... I was just teasing you ... of course I love gaajar ka halwa ... in fact I love anything that you make..." walking up to her and wrapping my arms around her wide thick hips from behind. As I rested my chin on her shoulder, I whispered into her ear "And to tell you the truth aunty ... even if there is no dessert, I am fine ... since I am going to have you for dessert tonight..."
Hearing this, she let out a sigh of relief and turning sideways to look at my face, she said "Oh Jignesh beta ... don't say such sweet things to aunty ... because after some time, when you get tired of your Kalpana aunty ... I will really miss all this..." caressing my cheek with a wry smile on her face. In response, I just snuggled up closer to her from behind, pressing my crotch to her ample buttocks, and cupping her huge flesh breasts through the blouse, said enigmatically "Let's just see who gets tired of whom first..." As I gazed down at the valley between her huge breasts encased tightly inside the confines of her blouse, the mangalsutra adorning her chest, I felt her thick nipples harden even under the double layers of her blouse and bra. "Oh beta..." she groaned, throwing her head back and resting it against my chest " ... if you continue to do all this, then aunty will not be able to cook..." The faint odor of sweat from her hot body was arousing me, and realizing I had to save my energy for the night, I disengaged from her with a laugh. Sitting down on a stool in the kitchen, I chatted with her as she continued with her cooking.
Once she was done cooking, she excused herself by saying that she wanted to have a bath before serving me dinner. I caught up on some TV as she went for her bath. When she returned after finishing her bath, she was a transformed woman. She had changed into a purple chiffon saree embellished with shiny tinsel work that suited her complexion very well, and that was accompanied by a matching blouse. She had washed her hair, and since it was still not dry, she had wrapped a thin linen towel around her head & hair, like a makeshift headgear. Somehow the sight of a freshly bathed housewife, with a towel wrapped around her head always turned me on. As she walked into the room with a smile on her loving face, I could smell the faint aroma of some lavender talcum powder she'd liberally sprinkled on her body. "Time I bought this woman some deodorants..." I thought to myself.
As she bustled into the kitchen, she said to me apologetically "I am so sorry I had to make you wait beta..." I dismissed her apology with some appropriate comment. As I followed her into the kitchen to help her set the table, I noticed that the back of her blouse was wet due to water dripping from her hair, and that the outlines of her black bra could be seen through the blouse. Having set the table, I settled down to enjoy the sumptuous dinner she had prepared, and topped it up with the delicious carrot dessert she had so lovingly prepared. As I ate with relish, licking my fingers intermittently, she watched me with a look of tenderness and fondness. Once again, I was caught in this quandary of my lust for her being mixed with feelings of love and warmth. The predators that we men are, the thrill is all in the hunt, and having conquered the prey, we start to lose interest.
After we finished dinner, and I helped her clear the plates, she went into the kitchen to wash the utensils. I used to time to grab some fresh air in the small open courtyard behind their house. After a while, she came outside. She was carrying a bucket with washed clothes to be hung to dry in the courtyard. I went up to her to help her with the clothes, a gesture which pleased her immensely. Without looking at me as she was hanging the clothes on the line, she said "Beta ... tum jaisa ladka to har maa ka khwaab hota hai ... your mother is very happy to have a son like you..." I just laughed, partly at the irony of it. I'd never be caught doing anything to help my mom ever in the house, and I was dead sure there was nobody she detested more than her useless bum of a son.
She was standing on a stool in order to reach the clothes line, and as I was handing her the washed clothes one by one from the bucket, a bra of hers came into my hand. As I handed her the cheap cotton 38-C bra, a look of embarrassment came to her face, and all she could muster was an "Oh..." I just smiled at her teasingly. As she fixed a clip on the bra, she was silent for a while. Climbing down from the stool, she picked up the empty bucket, and stood there for a while, as if unsure of what to say. Clearing her throat, she said hesitatingly "Beta ... Jigna told me ... that when you bought those clothes for her ... you ... also ... bought some ... umm ... undergarments for her..."
Once again she paused, as if gathering her thoughts. "I am her mother ... and ... I should be doing this for her ... and I had been thinking of buying her some ... bras ... for quite some time now ... but for some reason or the other ... I had to keep postponing it..." she said slowly. I wasn't sure where this conversation was heading, and I was a little apprehensive that she might disapprove of me taking that kind of liberties with her teenage daughter. "You know beta ... she is growing up really fast ... and ... I could see that ... for her body ... she needs to wear a bra now..." she continued in a low voice. I just stood there silently, waiting for her to say more. Moving closer to me, she took hold of my hand in hers, and said "Beta ... what I am trying to say is that ... I am very grateful that you did that for Jigna ... I am ... I don't know what else to say..." she said with a tone of gratitude in her voice.
I just caressed the back of her palm and said "Oh come on aunty ... now again you are making me feel like a paraaya ... you and Jigna ... mean a lot to me aunty..." Hearing this, she smiled at me warmly, and placing her hand on my chest said "Yes I know beta ... you mean the world to Jigna ... I can see that she is very fond of you ... and I know that you also care for her very much..." Continuing, she said "And beta ... I need your help in handling her ... because she is growing up ... and at this age ... you know ... umm ... girls can get ... distracted ... you know what I mean, beta?" looking me in the eye. "I understand that aunty... "I replied reassuringly.
"And beta ... please guide her ... I mean ... please help her ... umm ... deal with those distractions ... you know what I am trying to say na, beta?" she asked me once again, looking at my face with those deep big eyes of hers. I was at a loss for words, as I was feeling terribly guilty about the fact that she was implicitly placing her daughter in my trust, while all I did was lust for that luscisous teenage college girl. Clearing my throat, I said "Don't worry about Jigna aunty ... I will take care of her ... and ... and I will make sure that I am there to handle her ... umm ... distractions..." What I had just said was a loaded statement, and I was praying she wouldn't understand the true meaning of my words.
To change the topic, I took hold of her hand and said "Now let's go inside aunty ... I ... I want to go to bed now ... with you..." the last two words being said with a smile on my face. She just smiled and followed me inside. As she was locking the rear courtyard door, she said to me "Beta ... I have kept the bedroom ready ... why don't you go ahead ... I'll join you in a minute..." I agreed and headed inside. She had put on fresh sheets and pillow covers on the bed in their master bedroom in preparation of my visit. I smiled to myself as I stripped off my slacks and t-shirt and lay down bare-chested on the comfortable bed in only my boxers. I lay there waiting for her to come, my thoughts drifted to the incredible chain of events in the last one week or so. Was it the new-found money that had changed my fortunes in matters of sex? Was it luck? Was it because I was being kind to people? Or was I a conniving scheming bastard exploiting the situation with these vulnerable women? There were no straight answers, I concluded. It was perhaps a combination of all of these.
She came into the room after a while, carrying a tray with a glass of warm milk. In terms of being pampered, it couldn't have gotten any better. With a smile, she sat down on the bed beside me and offered me the milk. I sat up, and taking the glass from her hands, said "Thank you, aunty..." She just smiled in return. After I finished drinking the sweetened milk, she took the empty glass from my hand and got up to place it on a small teapoy next to their cupboard. As she was about to turn around, I got up from the bed and quickly went and embraced her from behind. She let out a surprised "Oh..." and smiling, placed her hand on mine. My crotch was pressed against massive fleshy buttocks and my hands were wrapped around her mature fleshy belly. Turning her head sideways to look up to me, she said "Kya hua beta ... why did you get up?" In response, I just rested my chin on her shoulder, and pressed myself closer to her. Her damp hair was still tied in that thin cotton towel, and her blouse was wet at the back with the water from her damp hair.
Turning her around, I wrapped my arms around her waist again, and pressed my already hardening cock to her belly. Looking into her eyes, I bent my face and kissed her gently on the lips. "Oh beta..." she sighed, as my lips touched hers, and wrapped her arms around my back. Her mouth parted and our tongues intertwined as I kissed her hungrily. As I pulled my mouth away from hers, she closed her eyes and rested her face against my chest. We held in each other silently for a few moments. Then I pushed her away gently, and looking into her eyes said "Aunty, I want to see you ... can I take off your clothes... ?" "Oh Jignesh beta..." was all she could manage to say, as she looked into my eyes with love and nodded her head. Reaching out, I took hold of the pallu of her saree and began to undbang it. She just stood their silently, watching me with a look of tenderness and arousal.
As the saree came off her torso, I was once again rewarded by the sight of her huge 38-C breasts encased tightly inside the purple blouse of hers. The blouse was damp at the shoulders and I could see the thick strap of her black bra under the thin fabric of the blouse. As always, I couldn't help but admire the way her big heavy breasts strained inside the confines of her blouse, causing the hooks of blouse to be stretched. Resisting the temptation to grab her mature heavy breasts, I quickly pulled off the saree completely. As I dropped the saree on the floor, I looked at her stocky heavy built body clad only in the blouse and petticoat.
I sat down on the bed and pulled her towards me. With a sigh, she come to me and wrapped her arms around my bare back, pressing my face to her heavy fleshy belly. As I pressed my cheek to her belly, her heavy mature breasts rested on my head, even as I felt her ruffle the hair on my head fondly. Once again, I stood up and holding her by her waist, looked her in the eye. "Can I open your blouse, aunty?" I asked in a husky voice. "Yes, beta..." she whispered, looking me in the eye. I reached out between us and began to open the hooks of her blouse. She hunched her shoulders together to help me open the hooks easily, even as she continued to gaze at me silently. As the hooks of her blouse came open, I was rewarded by the sight of those beautiful big mature breasts held tight inside the confines of her cheap cotton black bra. Her breasts, in addition to being big, were also spread quite wide across her chests, causing them to bulge out of the cups of her bra near her armpits, and also form a deep inviting cleavage.
As I slid her blouse off her heavy arms with some difficulty and dropped them on the floor, I looked into her eyes again. Resting my left hand on her fleshy hips, I reached out with my right and cupping her huge fleshy breast with my right hand, squeezed gently. "Jignesh..." she breathed, as she thrust her chest out, and felt my fingers close around the firm heavy flesh of her breast through the bra. Once again, I sat down on the bed and looking into her aroused face, asked softly "Now can I remove your petticoat, aunty... ?" She just nodded hungrily, and placed her arm on my shoulder. I struggled a bit to undo the knot of her petticoat at the waist, and she helped me. As the knot of her petticoat came undone at the waist, I loosened the string causing her petticoat to slide down her legs and fall in a heap around her ankles.
I had never seen my darling Kalpana aunty in this state of undress, and my cock lurched inside my boxers at the sight of standing before me like that. She had the widest hips I had seen on any woman that seemed to flare out from her waist, inspite of the fact that she had very a very big waist too. Her bottom half was disproportionately large compared to her torso, endowed with a massive rounded ass that she was, and for some strange reason made her look even more arousing to me. As I gaszed at Kalpana aunty standing mutely before me, stripped down to her bra and panty, I felt a wave of arousal course through my veins. To me, it was an incredibly erotic sight seeing this mature 38-year old mother of two, standing in front of me clad only in her bra and panty.
Even though her black bra and panty did not seem to be from the same set, she had atleast bothered to wear them of the same colour; unlike many of the other other older married women who invariably wore colour-mismatched bras and panties. Her big fleshy belly, even though had layers of fat on it, did not hang out flabbily the way Mayuri ben's did, and seemed firm inspite of the girth. I noted that she wore a black string around her waist, just above the line of her panties, tied to which was a talisman of some sort. Her panties were by no means sexy, and instead were of a utilitarian type that was stretched wide across her butt, covering both her ass cheeks. I don't think a woman like her had ever waxed in the life, but thankfully she did not have too much of body hair.
As I placed my hand on her massively wide and heavy hips, she shivered involuntarily. Her massive tree-trunk like thighs tapered down to rounded fleshy knees, and a pair of stocky muscular calves. As I ran my hands along her massive brown-skinned thighs, she shivered and I felt goose-bumps come up on her skin. My cock, which had been throbbing for a while now, was almost fully hard now, and had formed a big bulge inside my boxers. On a sudden instinct, I hooked my fingers in the elastic waist band of her panties, and pulled it down roughly in one go. She let out a soft cry of "Ohh..." as her panties slid down to her knees. Letting the panty remain stuck near her knees, I was rewarded by the sight of her mature puffy cunt. To my pleasant surprise, she had trimmed the hair on her pussy. Gone was the forest of thick pubic hair, and in its place was a trimmed (not shaved) patch of pussy hair that covered the thick lips of her cunt.
To Be Continued..
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