Hey everyone, it’s Mayur here again with my Mom, Minu! You all know how my Mom is.
Let me introduce myself. I’m Mayur, originally from Telangana with Gujarati roots. I live with my family in Telangana, where my father runs his bakery business. We have a workshop back at our house and a bakery at a different place.
But today, let’s shift the spotlight from my Dad to my Mom, Minal—also known as Minu. A 47-year-old woman with a dusky brown complexion. Once quite orthodox, she’s embraced modernity with openness.
At home, she prefers tight kurtas with pyjamas or traditional Gujarati sarees. Always draped in a way that accentuates her curves. Her measurements are 36C-32-34. Boasting ample breasts and a waist with a little chubby on her tummy. Despite her age, she looks hot.
A few years ago, the aroma of freshly baked bread mingled with anticipation. Dad was away at a bakery exhibition in Bangalore. Mom took charge, swapping her usual cotton kurtis and sarees for form-fitting kurtas that accentuated her curves. Chef Raj, or Ustad as we called him, was in the workshop with her.
Ustad, with his salt-and-pepper beard, treated Mom with a playful respect. It hinted at something deeper. This week, his flirtations were bolder, and the tension between them felt almost palpable. As the dough rose, so did their unspoken connection.
The day began with the sweet scent of baking bread. But there was an underlying sensuality in the air. Mom and Ustad leaned over the counter, finalizing the menu. Flour dusted Ustad’s beard as he gestured toward an array of pastries. His voice was warm and inviting.
“Those almond croissants, Minu,” Ustad rumbled, eyes twinkling. “They’re looking beautiful today. Like you.”
Mom smiled. “Maybe save the compliments for the customers.”
“Customers get the ordinary pastries,” Ustad teased. “You deserve something special.”
Heat flushed Mom’s cheeks, but not just from the ovens. She met Ustad’s gaze, a flicker of amusement in her voice. “Focus on the baking, Ustad. We wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone.”
Ustad’s chuckle was deep, sending a shiver through the warm air between them. “Disappoint? Not a chance. I have a feeling this week will be far from ordinary.”
Mom straightened her kurta, the fabric hugging her curves. She gave Ustad a smile that hinted at more than just pastries. As she walked out to the storefront, she left a flustered Ustad in her wake. The day had only just begun, but the bakery was already simmering with a different kind of heat.
The next day, a massive pastry order disrupted their routine. Ustad, always calm in the kitchen, whistled at the towering stack of order forms, momentarily thrown off by the delicious challenge ahead.
“Looks like we’ll need all hands on deck, Minu,” he said, amusement dancing in his eyes.
Mom, previously lounging in a comfortable cotton kurta, disappeared for a moment. When she reappeared, Ustad gasped. Gone was her familiar wear. Instead, she wore a sleeveless kurta with a deep V-neckline that showcased the elegant curve of her neck and shoulders.
Also, drawing attention to the alluring swell of her breasts. Jewellery had been discarded, leaving her skin bare and free for work. The back dipped tantalizingly low, revealing a glimpse of smooth, sun-kissed skin, glistening lightly with sweat.
The fabric clung just enough to outline her bra while flowing loosely around her hips, hinting at the curves beneath. Her clean, glistening armpits added to her natural allure, practical for tasks like stirring eggs.
Ustad felt a familiar heat rise in his chest, a warmth that had nothing to do with the ovens cranking out flaky pastries. “M-Minu,” he stammered, momentarily forgetting the mountain of work before them. “You look…” Ustad went blank.
Thinking to himself: “Wow! She looks so good and sexy, every curve perfectly accentuated by that dress. I wish I were that fabric, wrapping around her so intimately, feeling her warmth and soft boobs against me. And that cloth falling on that big ass makes me want to squeeze it hard like lemon.”
Mom’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Ready to work, Ustad? We have a bakery to run.”
A beat of surprised silence stretched between them, broken only by the rhythmic whir of the mixer. It was a silent agreement, a promise made without words. This baking session wouldn’t be just about pastries. It would be a dance of unspoken desire fueled by the heat of the ovens.
The bakery was a furnace, the temperature rising to unbearable levels by mid-morning. Mom wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, her kurta clinging like a second skin. The soaked fabric outlined her black bra, making her curves visible. She felt Ustad’s gaze on her, a mix of concern and something deeper.
“Minu,” Ustad said, his voice roughened by the heat, “this is unbearable. You should take off your kurta for comfort.”
Minu’s eyes widened. “But Ustad, what if someone comes in?”
“It’s just us here,” he reassured her, shaking his head. “The front door is locked, and the ovens are too loud for anyone to hear. Besides, it’s practical.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing a muscular torso glistening with sweat. Now, only in his pants, his bare chest was rising and falling with each breath.
Mom couldn’t help but ogle Ustad. Her eyes traced over his strong arms, busy making cream, while his glistening chest highlighted the definition of his muscles. Thoughts she hadn’t dared to entertain raced through her mind. She hesitated, fingers playing with the hem of her kurta.
Undressing in front of Ustad made her pulse race, but the oppressive heat was unbearable. Glancing around the empty workshop, the only sound was the hum of the ovens.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled the kurta over her head and tossed it aside. The cool air hit her skin, and she sighed in relief, standing in just her black bra and panties. Ustad’s gaze was intense yet soft, reassuring her. Her smooth skin gleamed in the dim light, her clean armpits and arms enhancing her allure.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes tracing her curves.
Mom felt a blush rise to her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and thrill. “Thank you,” she whispered, unable to hold his gaze. “But we should get back to work. There’s still so much to do.”
Ustad nodded, though his gaze lingered a moment longer. “Of course. Let’s finish this order, and then we can take a proper break.”
As they resumed work, the heat intensified their unspoken connection. Every brush of their hands and shared glance crackled with electricity. Mom’s heart pounded, not just from the heat but from the awareness of Ustad’s presence, his bare skin glistening as he moved around the workshop.
Despite the oppressive warmth, the day flew by with activity and shared moments. The pastries emerged perfectly, and they completed the monstrous order with time to spare. As the final batch cooled on the racks, Ustad turned to Mom, a smile playing on his lips.
“See? We make a great team,” he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
Mom smiled back, feeling the warmth. “Yes, we do.”
The bakery was quieter now, the sounds of bustling ovens fading into the background as Ustad and Mom stood amid their finished work. The lingering heat added a shimmering quality to the space.
Shirtless and focused, Ustad paused his whipping and held up a spoon of freshly whipped cream, a playful glint in his eyes. “Taste test, my lady?”
Minu hesitated, her heart pounding. “Ustad, we should focus on cleaning up,” she replied, her voice wavering.
“Just a little taste,” Ustad coaxed, his disarming smile inviting her. “Come on, Minu. One taste won’t hurt.”
As she leaned in, her cleavage subtly exposed, Ustad’s gaze flickered to the view before returning to her face.
Minu took a spoonful of the cream, its cool sweetness a welcome contrast to the kitchen’s heat. As she savoured the taste, some cream clung to the corner of her lips.
Ustad’s eyes followed the trail of cream, lingering on her lips with a seductive sparkle. With a slow, deliberate movement, he wiped away the excess with his finger, bringing it to his lips to taste, his gaze never leaving Mom.
“Delicious,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Almost as sweet as you.”
“Ustad, we really should—” Mom began, but her words faltered as he stepped closer.
“Is it the cream or you that’s so sweet? I need to check,” he murmured, desire thick in his voice. His eyes held a promise, a challenge.
Minu’s breath quickened, and her senses heightened. She felt the warmth radiating from Ustad, the intoxicating mix of flour, vanilla, and his masculine cologne.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” she said softly, her voice trembling.
Ustad’s hand traced the outline of her lips. “Minu, sometimes the best ideas come from the heart, not the head,” he said, his voice soothing and persuasive. His touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her.
Their eyes locked into a silent battle of wills, surrendering to the inevitable. Ustad leaned in, his breath mingling with hers. The world held its breath as their lips met in a soft, exploratory kiss—a gentle touch promising more.
“You taste of vanilla and something else,” he murmured against her lips.
Minu’s resistance wavered. “Flour, maybe?” she replied playfully, trying to regain control.
Their kiss deepened, an exploration of taste and touch, the world outside the kitchen fading away.
Ustad pulled her closer, their bodies melding. Mom felt the intoxicating heat radiating from him.
“You’re even sweeter than your pastries, Minu,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
A shiver ran down Minu’s spine. “You’re a terrible influence, Ustad,” she whispered, still trying to resist.
Ustad’s hands traced the curve of her back, sending shivers through her. She ran her fingers through his hair, the rough texture igniting pleasure.
“Terrible? Maybe. But doesn’t it feel wonderful?” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear.
Their kiss deepened a molten embrace that consumed them both. Ustad’s once-gentle hands grew bolder, exploring the contours of Mom’s body. Her breath quickened as his touch ignited a wildfire within her, the world outside the bakery fading into a distant hum.
Minu’s fingers tangled in Ustad’s hair, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together in a silent conversation of desire. A low growl escaped Ustad as his hands found her breasts, gently cupping them through the thin fabric of her bra. The heat of his palms sent shivers down her spine.
His touch was a caress, a promise of more. Mom arched into him, her nipples hardening against the fabric. A moan escaped her lips as Ustad’s fingers grazed her sensitive peaks. His other hand moved lower, brushing against the waistband of her pants, sending a surge of heat coursing through her.
Ustad stepped closer, his hands removing Mom’s apron. She shivered as the cool air hit her exposed skin. His lips found her neck, planting soft, teasing kisses that sent jolts of pleasure through her. He nibbled her earlobe, his breath warm and tempting.
“Minu, let yourself feel it,” Ustad whispered, his voice a blend of persuasion and desire. His hands roamed over her breasts, caressing and squeezing gently, making her gasp.
A flood of emotions surged through Minu—resistance, desire, and an overwhelming sense of being alive. “Ustad, someone might come in,” she said, her voice weak with concern and excitement.
Ustad’s lips trailed down her collarbone, his hands moving lower to her waist and then to her ass, squeezing firmly. “The door is locked. It’s just us,” he reassured her, slipping his fingers under the waistband of her pants.
Minu gasped as his hand brushed over her most intimate area, his touch gentle yet insistent. “Ustad, this is… it’s too much,” she whispered, her body betraying her as she leaned into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, slowly giving in.
“Just let go, Minu,” Ustad murmured, tracing delicate patterns over her skin. “Trust me. You’ll love this! Make yourself comfortable.”
He kissed her neck and lips, lightly biting her earlobes, sending shivers down her spine. His hands explored her body, caressing her breasts and ass, teasing her pussy, making her moan softly.
Mom’s resistance melted under his touch, the heat and desire too powerful to ignore. She felt herself giving in, her body eagerly responding to him. Ustad’s persistence, flirty lines, and gentle force made her fall for him completely.
As the world outside the bakery faded away, they became lost in each other, a whirlwind of passion and desire. Their bodies moved in a dance of intimacy, the ovens’ heat nothing compared to the fire between them.
Ustad’s hands explored Mom as he hugged her from behind, his body pressed against hers. With a practised touch, he unfastened her bra, letting the delicate fabric slip from her shoulders and pool around her waist, exposing her breasts.
His breath was hot on her neck as he kissed her skin, trailing down to her shoulders. Mom arched her back, shivers running through her as his hands glided over her bare breasts. He cupped them tenderly, his thumbs brushing her nipples, drawing a soft moan from her.
“Minu,” Ustad murmured, his voice thick with desire, “you feel incredible.”
His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over her skin, savouring the softness. He kissed her neck, nibbling on her earlobes, igniting a mixture of pleasure and anticipation within her. His hands roamed lower, exploring the curve of her waist and the softness of her ass, both gentle and possessive.
Mom’s breath grew ragged, her body responding eagerly to his caresses. Leaning back against him, she gripped his arms lightly. “Ustad,” she breathed, desire and surprise in her voice, “this feels… so good.”
Ustad smiled against her skin. “You like it?” he asked softly, his breath warm and teasing.
“Yes,” Minu admitted, her voice trembling with excitement and vulnerability. “I do.”
He continued to make her comfortable, his hands exploring her body with a mix of tenderness and passion. “I want you to feel completely at ease, Minu,” he whispered. “You deserve to enjoy every moment.”
Mom traced her fingers along Ustad’s arms, feeling his warmth. “You’re making it hard to think,” she said with a soft laugh, her voice laced with humour and arousal. “How do you always know just what to do?”
Ustad chuckled softly. “Maybe it’s intuition,” he replied, his fingers brushing over her most intimate area, making her gasp. “Or maybe I’ve been waiting for a moment like this.”
Mom’s breath hitched as Ustad’s touch became more deliberate, his fingers teasing her gently. She leaned into him, her body responding eagerly to the sensations. “It’s incredible,” she whispered, filled with awe. “I never imagined…”
“You’re beautiful,” Ustad murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “And I want you to know it.”
She arched into his touch, her hands roaming over his chest. “I feel amazing,” she said softly. “You’re making me feel so… loved. I love you!
Ustad’s hands continued their tender exploration, each touch a blend of reverence and passion. The bakery’s heat enveloped them, heightening every caress as the outside world faded away, their connection deepening with every whispered word.
With a teasing smile, Ustad lowered his gaze to Mom’s exposed breasts, his mouth warm as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. Mom gasped, gripping his shoulders as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
“Ustad,” she moaned softly, anticipation and desire lacing her voice. “That feels incredible.”
Ustad’s lips moved slowly, his tongue flicking against her nipple with practised skill. He glanced up at her, his eyes filled with passion. “You taste so sweet, Minu,” he murmured, voice husky.
Mom let out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in Ustad’s hair as she gently guided him closer. “Ustad, don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need and pleasure. “It feels so good.”
Ustad responded with a low hum against her skin, the vibration sending shivers through her. “I won’t stop, Minu,” he promised, his voice thick with desire. “I want to hear more of those sweet sounds from you.”
Pausing briefly, his lips brushed against her skin. “I want to ensure you feel every bit of pleasure you deserve,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want, Minu. I’m here to make you happy.”
Mom’s eyes fluttered shut as she held him closer. “Just keep going, Ustad,” she breathed, full of longing. “I don’t want this to end.”
With a soft smile, Ustad continued, his lips and tongue lavishing her with attention. “I won’t let it end,” he whispered, his mouth warm and moist against her.
His hand caressed her breast, fingers tracing delicate patterns around her nipple, heightening the sensation. Each deliberate movement elicited profound responses from her.
Mom’s breath grew shallow, her body arching towards him as intense pleasure built within her. “Ustad,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “You’re driving me wild.”
Ustad’s eyes sparkled playfully as he pulled back slightly, his lips leaving her nipple with a soft pop. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender. “I want to see you completely lost in the moment,” he said softly.
He trailed kisses down her stomach, each touch light and teasing, exploring her body with a mix of reverence and desire. As he moved lower, his fingers grazed her sides, sending tingles through her skin.
Mom leaned into his touch, gripping his shoulders. “Ustad,” she breathed, wonder and longing lacing her voice. “You’re making me feel things I didn’t know I could.”
His gaze held hers, filled with unwavering intensity. “That’s my goal,” he murmured, his lips brushing her skin. “To show you how cherished you are. I want every moment with you to be unforgettable.”
Ustad’s hands continued their journey, his touch both comforting and thrilling. The warmth between them expanded, wrapping them in intimacy. Each kiss and each caress reaffirmed how cherished she was.
Mom’s breaths came in soft gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the sensations. “I trust you completely,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Ustad smiled, a mix of satisfaction and affection. “It’s my pleasure, Minu. You’re worth every moment.”
As he continued, the world outside dissolved, leaving only their intense connection and shared passion.
He shifted his attention, trailing soft kisses down her body as his fingers deftly slid her panties down. Mom’s breath quickened as she felt the cool air against her exposed skin, her anticipation rising with every caress.
“Ustad, what if someone comes in?” she murmured, nervousness mingling with excitement.
Ustad’s gaze softened. “The door’s locked, Minu. It’s just us. I want this to be perfect for you.”
With tender care, Ustad lowered her panties. His gaze filled with admiration. Her most intimate area was smooth and impeccably groomed as if she had just shaved.
“Wow, Minu, you’ve shaved. You look absolutely stunning,” he said, his voice full of surprise and appreciation.
Mom blushed, her breaths shallow and her body trembling with anticipation. “I trust you, Ustad,” she whispered. “Please, be gentle.”
“I promise,” Ustad said, his voice soothing and warm. He pressed soft kisses along her inner thigh, moving closer with each gentle touch.
Minu’s fingers tangled in his hair, her breath catching. “Ustad,” she whispered, a mix of pleasure and awe.
His lips hovered over her skin. “I want to make this unforgettable for you,” he murmured, his voice a promise of more to come. “You deserve to be cherished beyond words.”
Ustad’s dark, intense eyes met hers. “Are you ready, Minu?” he asked, his voice low and full of promise. Mom’s heart raced as she nodded.
He lowered his head to her pussy, his gaze softening as he took her in. She was already wet, her body permitting him. He began with a slow, gentle lick, his tongue exploring her warmth.
Mom’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping. “Ustad…Ahhh.. that feels so hot,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.
As Ustad’s tongue continued its rhythmic exploration, Mom’s soft moans grew louder. “Please… don’t stop,” she urged, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
Ustad responded with more confidence, his tongue matching the rhythm of her body as she moved with him. “You’re amazing,” she gasped, her voice breathy with pleasure. “The way you’re doing this… it’s incredible.”
Focused entirely on her, Ustad maintained his steady attention, his every move designed to heighten her pleasure. Mom’s breaths came in quick, shallow bursts. “This is what I’ve wanted for so long,” she murmured, her eyes closed. “Thank you for making me feel so special.”
As Ustad brought her to the peak of pleasure, Mom cummed hard, her body trembling with intensity. With a final, gentle touch, Ustad tasted the sweetness of her release, savouring the moment.
Still basking in the afterglow, Mom moved closer to him, her eyes filled with gratitude and affection. “You were incredible,” she whispered, her voice soft and tender.
Ustad smiled warmly. “It’s my pleasure to make you feel this way. You deserve to be cherished.”
Mom leaned in, pressing her lips to his after he drank her cum. “Thank you,” she murmured, her words full of emotion. “For everything.”
Ustad returned her kiss, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace. “I’m really glad we could share this,” he said, his voice rich with emotion. “You mean so much to me.”
Just as they savoured the moment, the sudden chime of the oven timer broke the silence. The sound served as a gentle reminder of the tasks still ahead.
Mom, still glowing from their shared intimacy, chuckled softly as she glanced at the timer. “Looks like it’s time to get back to work, Ustad,” she said, her tone light and playful. “The oven won’t wait for us!”
Their playful banter had ignited a flame that was rapidly consuming them. What began as an innocent flirtation in the bustling bakery had blossomed into a passionate affair.
From stolen moments in the workshop to intimate explorations in private, Mom and Ustad’s desire for each other grew stronger with every touch, every kiss. Their journey was far from over, as the next chapter promised to be even more intense, exploring the depths of their connection and pushing the boundaries of their desires.
So, that’s the tale of Mom and Ustad’s adventure. I hope you enjoyed the journey through their story!
There are more captivating stories to come, so stay tuned. If you have any suggestions or want to share your thoughts, feel free to email me at [email protected]. I’m always eager to hear your feedback and ideas.