13-05-2019, 03:47 PM
She had only intended to tease the boy a little bit, figuring things wouldn't go too far and now she was beginning to wonder how much trouble she had gotten herself into.
Her deep seated need to please her son was making it difficult for her to disappoint his best friend since she knew Ravi wanted her to be "nice" to him. Foolishly, she had assumed her age and her status as a mom would let her put the brakes on if necessary and she hadn't anticipated Deepak would be able to so easy dominate her this way. Now she found herself automatically reacting to him as an alpha male and she made no effort to pull her dress back down while the boy enjoyed the sight of her exposed this way.
The pantyhose Ravi had picked out for her were of the sheer-to-the-waist variety so that Deepak could easily see the neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair under the center seam that ran down and disappeared beneath the cotton gusset at her crotch. Deepak's cock throbbed at the sight and he mused to himself that he would soon be grinding himself against that little patch if the evening played out as he hoped.
Archana could read the lust in his eyes as the boy ran his eyes over her crotch and she tried to defuse the situation by getting him to focus on another subject.
She swallowed hard and was able to get out "Are your folks out of town for long?"
"Another week," he replied without elaboration. He had other things on his mind at the moment.
"That's nice," Archana responded weakly. Her own breathing was becoming progressively more ragged and labored with the rising sexual tension in the room.
Deepak began running his hands up her legs, letting both thumbs extend to probe her crotch each time he reached the top of her thighs.
"Doesn't that feel good, Mrs. Michael?"
"Um huh," Archana murmured, her eyes glassy as her breathing turned shallow.
"Could you lift your arms for me?"
She realized that Deepak was again tugging at her dress. He had worked it up her sides with both hands and had gotten it mostly over her formidable rack but now needed her assistance. She did as he asked, lifting her arms so he could pull it over her head. After getting her out of the dress he casually wadded it up and playfully pantomimed shooting a basket with the balled-up garment, tossing it towards a small trash can adjacent to the kitchen. His shot "scored' and Archana's expensive minidress came to rest indecorously in a heap on top of a mound of coffee grounds.
He now had the tall beauty stripped down to her pantyhose and bra and the sight made his cock throb achingly in his jeans. He loved the way she looked in the candlelight, the nylon encasing her impossibly long legs shimmered as she moved. She was a delicious sight and he had to take a few seconds to adjust his jeans to accommodate the growing volume between his legs.
Archana knew she couldn't let things continue down this path and she was frantically trying to think of something to say when, without warning, he leaned over and used his free hand to hold her head tight as he planted a passionate kiss on her lips. Archana's eyes flew open wide. She gasped and her hands fluttered awkwardly in the air, but she didn't push him away keeping her promise to Ravi that she'd let his friend kiss her if he wished to do so.
Deepak worked his lips on hers until she responded by dutifully kissing him back. Not expecting him to be skilled in the art of osculation, Archana was startled when he expertly maneuvered her into a deep passionate french kiss before she fully realized what was happening. He kept his grip on the back of her head as he continued to explore her mouth with his tongue. Reluctantly, Archana slipped her arms around the boy's back more as a token gesture than a true embrace. Still, she couldn't ignore the fact that her body was responding to his attentions in spite of her attempts to remain detached. The simple truth was that it had been more than a decade since she'd been kissed by anyone and, in spite of the scandalous context (or perhaps because of it), she felt herself becoming unwillingly aroused.
The 18-year old was not the innocent neighbor boy she had imagined. He was a young Lothario who had been lusting for the 5'11" beauty for months and he now reveled at the opportunity to finally get his hands on her. That she was almost twice his age and the mother of his best friend only made her all the more covetable as a conquest in his mind.
He planted soft kisses down the length of her long neck and onto her bare shoulder before lightly running his tongue over the ridge of her collar bone, making her shiver as goose bumps rose on her flesh. She moaned weakly as he exhaled warm air into her ear and then took her earlobe between his lips, using his tongue to toy with her earring while lightly nipping the lobe with his teeth. Archana whimpered pitifully as she recognized how much trouble she was in. He commenced another session of deep soul kisses, which she submitted to subserviently. She let him probe the inside of her mouth with his tongue while waves of shame and guilt washed over her.
As he pushed his tongue deeper into her throat he deftly slid the fingers of his free hand directly on top of the gusset at the crotch of her pantyhose. Once there, his fingers began exploring her contours as though reading Braille and Archana's hips bucked in response. The boy discovered the thin cotton panel was warm and damp to the touch, which pleased him immensely. Soon, his fingers were slick and wet with her juices as he sawed them back and forth, pushing the soft fabric into the cleft and Archana squirmed spasmodically when his fingers applied pressure to her clit.
Finally, she was able to break off the kiss and she hung onto his shoulders panting while the boy continued his mission of charting her unexplored territory.
"Um, ...M-M-Deepak ... we should stop," she pleaded weakly.
"Not just yet, Mrs. Michael," the boy responded in a whisper. He put a fingertip up to her lips to shush her protests. Her heart sank and a small tear pooled at the corner of her eye, then ran down her cheek.
"Ah, don't worry Mrs. Michael. I won't keep you out too late," he said with a chuckle.
She looked up at him and nodded to him with hopeful eyes.
He brushed her tear away then he pressed his finger again to her lips, holding it there as he addressed her in a calm, soothing tone:
"I know you want to get home, but I just couldn't live with myself if I let you get away now. Let's get to know each other a little bit better, ok?"
He placed an open palm against the sides of her breasts and pushed them together, fondling them hard with his thumbs as he did so. Archana moaned in surprise and looked down watching his hands mauling her through her bra. She felt numb and overwhelmed as the boy pulled the lacy top of her bra cups down to expose her nipples that stood taut like little sentries on top of each mound. She whimpered and threw her head back as he pinched and twisted the swollen nubs painfully. It was as though he knew just which buttons to push and she found herself surrendering to him.
Her deep seated need to please her son was making it difficult for her to disappoint his best friend since she knew Ravi wanted her to be "nice" to him. Foolishly, she had assumed her age and her status as a mom would let her put the brakes on if necessary and she hadn't anticipated Deepak would be able to so easy dominate her this way. Now she found herself automatically reacting to him as an alpha male and she made no effort to pull her dress back down while the boy enjoyed the sight of her exposed this way.
The pantyhose Ravi had picked out for her were of the sheer-to-the-waist variety so that Deepak could easily see the neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair under the center seam that ran down and disappeared beneath the cotton gusset at her crotch. Deepak's cock throbbed at the sight and he mused to himself that he would soon be grinding himself against that little patch if the evening played out as he hoped.
Archana could read the lust in his eyes as the boy ran his eyes over her crotch and she tried to defuse the situation by getting him to focus on another subject.
She swallowed hard and was able to get out "Are your folks out of town for long?"
"Another week," he replied without elaboration. He had other things on his mind at the moment.
"That's nice," Archana responded weakly. Her own breathing was becoming progressively more ragged and labored with the rising sexual tension in the room.
Deepak began running his hands up her legs, letting both thumbs extend to probe her crotch each time he reached the top of her thighs.
"Doesn't that feel good, Mrs. Michael?"
"Um huh," Archana murmured, her eyes glassy as her breathing turned shallow.
"Could you lift your arms for me?"
She realized that Deepak was again tugging at her dress. He had worked it up her sides with both hands and had gotten it mostly over her formidable rack but now needed her assistance. She did as he asked, lifting her arms so he could pull it over her head. After getting her out of the dress he casually wadded it up and playfully pantomimed shooting a basket with the balled-up garment, tossing it towards a small trash can adjacent to the kitchen. His shot "scored' and Archana's expensive minidress came to rest indecorously in a heap on top of a mound of coffee grounds.
He now had the tall beauty stripped down to her pantyhose and bra and the sight made his cock throb achingly in his jeans. He loved the way she looked in the candlelight, the nylon encasing her impossibly long legs shimmered as she moved. She was a delicious sight and he had to take a few seconds to adjust his jeans to accommodate the growing volume between his legs.
Archana knew she couldn't let things continue down this path and she was frantically trying to think of something to say when, without warning, he leaned over and used his free hand to hold her head tight as he planted a passionate kiss on her lips. Archana's eyes flew open wide. She gasped and her hands fluttered awkwardly in the air, but she didn't push him away keeping her promise to Ravi that she'd let his friend kiss her if he wished to do so.
Deepak worked his lips on hers until she responded by dutifully kissing him back. Not expecting him to be skilled in the art of osculation, Archana was startled when he expertly maneuvered her into a deep passionate french kiss before she fully realized what was happening. He kept his grip on the back of her head as he continued to explore her mouth with his tongue. Reluctantly, Archana slipped her arms around the boy's back more as a token gesture than a true embrace. Still, she couldn't ignore the fact that her body was responding to his attentions in spite of her attempts to remain detached. The simple truth was that it had been more than a decade since she'd been kissed by anyone and, in spite of the scandalous context (or perhaps because of it), she felt herself becoming unwillingly aroused.
The 18-year old was not the innocent neighbor boy she had imagined. He was a young Lothario who had been lusting for the 5'11" beauty for months and he now reveled at the opportunity to finally get his hands on her. That she was almost twice his age and the mother of his best friend only made her all the more covetable as a conquest in his mind.
He planted soft kisses down the length of her long neck and onto her bare shoulder before lightly running his tongue over the ridge of her collar bone, making her shiver as goose bumps rose on her flesh. She moaned weakly as he exhaled warm air into her ear and then took her earlobe between his lips, using his tongue to toy with her earring while lightly nipping the lobe with his teeth. Archana whimpered pitifully as she recognized how much trouble she was in. He commenced another session of deep soul kisses, which she submitted to subserviently. She let him probe the inside of her mouth with his tongue while waves of shame and guilt washed over her.
As he pushed his tongue deeper into her throat he deftly slid the fingers of his free hand directly on top of the gusset at the crotch of her pantyhose. Once there, his fingers began exploring her contours as though reading Braille and Archana's hips bucked in response. The boy discovered the thin cotton panel was warm and damp to the touch, which pleased him immensely. Soon, his fingers were slick and wet with her juices as he sawed them back and forth, pushing the soft fabric into the cleft and Archana squirmed spasmodically when his fingers applied pressure to her clit.
Finally, she was able to break off the kiss and she hung onto his shoulders panting while the boy continued his mission of charting her unexplored territory.
"Um, ...M-M-Deepak ... we should stop," she pleaded weakly.
"Not just yet, Mrs. Michael," the boy responded in a whisper. He put a fingertip up to her lips to shush her protests. Her heart sank and a small tear pooled at the corner of her eye, then ran down her cheek.
"Ah, don't worry Mrs. Michael. I won't keep you out too late," he said with a chuckle.
She looked up at him and nodded to him with hopeful eyes.
He brushed her tear away then he pressed his finger again to her lips, holding it there as he addressed her in a calm, soothing tone:
"I know you want to get home, but I just couldn't live with myself if I let you get away now. Let's get to know each other a little bit better, ok?"
He placed an open palm against the sides of her breasts and pushed them together, fondling them hard with his thumbs as he did so. Archana moaned in surprise and looked down watching his hands mauling her through her bra. She felt numb and overwhelmed as the boy pulled the lacy top of her bra cups down to expose her nipples that stood taut like little sentries on top of each mound. She whimpered and threw her head back as he pinched and twisted the swollen nubs painfully. It was as though he knew just which buttons to push and she found herself surrendering to him.
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