21-10-2022, 11:01 AM
"We are going to win this match baby," my mom said, holding my face. "But mom, are you sure you will be able to compete with the boys?" I asked. Saying "Come on dude, she is not just as tall as we are, she is as strong as we are," he came behind her, and my mom looking at me said "Yup," with pride. Saying "Look at her biceps, dude," he stood behind her and playfully lifted her right hand and showed her biceps to me. Quickly my mom got his idea, she thought that Shekar was showing her biceps to me to playfully suggest that she is fit and strong enough to play with us, but his intentions were different. My mom playfully lifted her another hand and showed her biceps, like those bodybuilders, with a smile on her face. When my mom flexed her biceps, her boobs from her sleeveless black blouse jutted out, and her right boob gently pushed her dark blue pallu away making it to drift away and expose her blouse portion which was covering her right boob, and her pallu only covered her left boob. Saying "See, I told you she is strong," Shekar hugged her from behind with his left hand, his left hand was on her fleshy navel, and his right hand was on her right biceps. By this time, my mom had got used to his hands on her waist, so she ignored his hand over her navel. He took his right hand off her biceps, and this time put his both hands around her waist, and hugged her. My mom brought both her hands down and rested them on Shekar's arms which were on her navel. Resting his chin on her right shoulder, "You wanted to know how strong she is right?" he asked looking at me. "Do it once again Aunty," Shekar said. "Do it again what Sweetie?" My mom asked, turning towards his face which was on her right shoulder, placing her right hand on his right cheek. He turned towards her face, and for a moment they both faced each other and their lips were so close to each other. He hugged my mom's waist tighter and squeezed it, thrusting his manhood from behind, leaving my mom's eyes half closed, and completely biting her lower lip, sucking it in, and looking into his eyes. By the reaction of her face, I could clearly say that Shekar had thrusted his manhood behind her butt. Shekar hugged her tighter, leaving her pallu to fall off her shoulder and on her feet reducing her upper body to only her sleeveless black blouse with her white bra popping out of her shoulders. The moment my mom let go of her lower lips which she sucked inside and clenched with her teeth, her lips rolled out and touched Shekar's lower lips which were so close to her lips. I could see a touch of my mom's saliva on his lips. Quickly, still holding her waist with his left hand, Shekar bent down and grabbed her pallu and covered her sleeveless blouse, securing the pallu on her shoulder. The pallu landed on his shoulder also. His right hand was now on her left shoulder holding the pallu, "Thank you Sweetie. I did not see my pallu fall on the ground. You are so sweet, that's why I call you Sweetie," my mom said and pinched his right cheek gently, and gave a kiss on right cheek. Saying "You are welcome Auntie, you are so sweet. Thank you for the kiss Aunty," he grabbed her waist with his left hand and placed his right hand which was on her shoulder, on top of her left boob, and gave three kisses on her right cheek with his eyes closed. My mom gently held his right hand which was on her left boob, and placed it on her his other hand which was on her belly.
"Do that again aunty, Do that again, please," he begged. "Do what sweetie?" my asked, keeping her both hands over his hands which were on her waist. I started enjoying my mom calling him, sweetie. It was kind of turning me on. The problem with my mom is, if she likes someone, she will just do anything for them to keep them happy, and will never make them feel sad. Even in this case, she likes Shekar so she calls him Sweetie. Right from the moment she shook her hand with him, he has been hugging her, feeling up her waist, kissing her cheeks, hugging and lifting her up in the air, like a sex toy. Now just that, moments back, he placed his right hand on her left boob, and all she did was take that hand and place it on his other hand which is right now hugging her waist. "Look at your mom bro, look how fit and strong she is; look at her biceps," he said, and mom got the clue that 'do that again Aunty' was actually referring to lifting her hands and showing her biceps. My mom with a big smile on her face, looking at me raised her hands to show me her biceps. Shekar went a step back, and the moment he did that, her pallu which was on shoulder got pulled behind, leaving her pallu bunch up and roll above her boobs and pass through her right armpit, and left side of the neck, and finally it ended on Shekar's shoulders. Saying "You look very Athletic Aunty," he placed his both hands on both sides of her waist, and the moment she felt his hands on her waist, she tried to tip toe with her heels sandals on and came forward to say something. Before she could say a thing, saying "Look how strong her shoulders are dude," Shekar quickly turned her hips and hugged my mom right. Since my mom's pallu was on his shoulders, and her hands were wrapped around his neck with her head leaning on his left shoulder, she looked palluless from her backside and her sexy big butt was facing me. What a view it was, "look at her shoulders dude, look how strong she is here," Shekar said and placed his hands all over her shoulders and back and was feeling up her bra inside her sleeveless black blouse. All of a sudden, saying "She is fit and strong, very athletic body," he turned my mom towards me. He was behind my mom now, and her pallu hand bunched up and caught between her boobs. Saying "Look at her strong abs dude, she even has packs," he was tracing his left hand all over belly, and my mom was blushing. Since she has a small paunch around her belly, she pulled her stomach inside. Shekar was tracing his left hand all over my mom's navel, and her saree got loose and began dropping an inch, and Shekar quickly inserted his left hand right inside her saree and petticoat, and probably well inside her panties, leaving my mom in shock and hold his hand above her saree in response.
"Ooooh....! Take it out Sweetie.. take it out .. take it out..!" my mom yelped holding his hand. "Aunty, take your hands off mine, I cant pull my hand out," he said. "Sweetie, don't press your fingers please, we will take it out carefully," my mom said closing her eyes and biting her lips. I just looked everywhere to see if others are seeing,my classmates were busy quarreling with the security guard Antony. "I can't pull out, my wrist watch is caught with her saree dude," Shekar said looking at me. "Don't pull it out, take it out carefully, you might tear her saree. Wait, let me take out the tugged in saree a little bit," I said. Before I could reach her belly, "Noo..!" my mom shouted and bent forward, and when she did that, Shekar was forced to bent along with her making his cock hit her butt, and his left hand got deeper leaving my mom moan oooooohhhh... and stand up straight. "Its okay mom, let it go, I will pull out your saree slowly," I said, and held her saree where it was tugged over her belly area. "Nooo..!" my mom yelped again and held my hand over her belly. "Hey patience..! be nice to Aunty, and remove her saree slowly. Don't embarrasses her, don't panic, and try to understand the situation. My watch is stuck on to her saree, and the watch has sharp edges, as she said earlier, my watch is a Fastrack designer watch with a kind of sharp edges and it might hurt her if you try to pull her saree out forcibly," he said. "Okay okay.. I will be careful," I said and proceeded to take her hands off my hands, and pulled her saree out. Saying "relax Aunty, you are in so much panic that you are sweating and I can feel your sweat all over my fingers. We are not kids anymore we will handle it carefully," Shekar who was behind my mom, roamed his right hand all over her navel, leaving my mom close her eyes for a couple of seconds. Whispering "relaaaaax, relaaaaax relaaaaax," into her ears, he started kissing her right cheeks and neck, and my mom started moaning gently, and slowly leaned her head behind and rested it on his left shoulder.
"Do that again aunty, Do that again, please," he begged. "Do what sweetie?" my asked, keeping her both hands over his hands which were on her waist. I started enjoying my mom calling him, sweetie. It was kind of turning me on. The problem with my mom is, if she likes someone, she will just do anything for them to keep them happy, and will never make them feel sad. Even in this case, she likes Shekar so she calls him Sweetie. Right from the moment she shook her hand with him, he has been hugging her, feeling up her waist, kissing her cheeks, hugging and lifting her up in the air, like a sex toy. Now just that, moments back, he placed his right hand on her left boob, and all she did was take that hand and place it on his other hand which is right now hugging her waist. "Look at your mom bro, look how fit and strong she is; look at her biceps," he said, and mom got the clue that 'do that again Aunty' was actually referring to lifting her hands and showing her biceps. My mom with a big smile on her face, looking at me raised her hands to show me her biceps. Shekar went a step back, and the moment he did that, her pallu which was on shoulder got pulled behind, leaving her pallu bunch up and roll above her boobs and pass through her right armpit, and left side of the neck, and finally it ended on Shekar's shoulders. Saying "You look very Athletic Aunty," he placed his both hands on both sides of her waist, and the moment she felt his hands on her waist, she tried to tip toe with her heels sandals on and came forward to say something. Before she could say a thing, saying "Look how strong her shoulders are dude," Shekar quickly turned her hips and hugged my mom right. Since my mom's pallu was on his shoulders, and her hands were wrapped around his neck with her head leaning on his left shoulder, she looked palluless from her backside and her sexy big butt was facing me. What a view it was, "look at her shoulders dude, look how strong she is here," Shekar said and placed his hands all over her shoulders and back and was feeling up her bra inside her sleeveless black blouse. All of a sudden, saying "She is fit and strong, very athletic body," he turned my mom towards me. He was behind my mom now, and her pallu hand bunched up and caught between her boobs. Saying "Look at her strong abs dude, she even has packs," he was tracing his left hand all over belly, and my mom was blushing. Since she has a small paunch around her belly, she pulled her stomach inside. Shekar was tracing his left hand all over my mom's navel, and her saree got loose and began dropping an inch, and Shekar quickly inserted his left hand right inside her saree and petticoat, and probably well inside her panties, leaving my mom in shock and hold his hand above her saree in response.
"Ooooh....! Take it out Sweetie.. take it out .. take it out..!" my mom yelped holding his hand. "Aunty, take your hands off mine, I cant pull my hand out," he said. "Sweetie, don't press your fingers please, we will take it out carefully," my mom said closing her eyes and biting her lips. I just looked everywhere to see if others are seeing,my classmates were busy quarreling with the security guard Antony. "I can't pull out, my wrist watch is caught with her saree dude," Shekar said looking at me. "Don't pull it out, take it out carefully, you might tear her saree. Wait, let me take out the tugged in saree a little bit," I said. Before I could reach her belly, "Noo..!" my mom shouted and bent forward, and when she did that, Shekar was forced to bent along with her making his cock hit her butt, and his left hand got deeper leaving my mom moan oooooohhhh... and stand up straight. "Its okay mom, let it go, I will pull out your saree slowly," I said, and held her saree where it was tugged over her belly area. "Nooo..!" my mom yelped again and held my hand over her belly. "Hey patience..! be nice to Aunty, and remove her saree slowly. Don't embarrasses her, don't panic, and try to understand the situation. My watch is stuck on to her saree, and the watch has sharp edges, as she said earlier, my watch is a Fastrack designer watch with a kind of sharp edges and it might hurt her if you try to pull her saree out forcibly," he said. "Okay okay.. I will be careful," I said and proceeded to take her hands off my hands, and pulled her saree out. Saying "relax Aunty, you are in so much panic that you are sweating and I can feel your sweat all over my fingers. We are not kids anymore we will handle it carefully," Shekar who was behind my mom, roamed his right hand all over her navel, leaving my mom close her eyes for a couple of seconds. Whispering "relaaaaax, relaaaaax relaaaaax," into her ears, he started kissing her right cheeks and neck, and my mom started moaning gently, and slowly leaned her head behind and rested it on his left shoulder.
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