“Can I use the washroom, Didi?”
Vidya asked her elderly neighbour friend Mamta, who said, “Sure, Vidya, my husband should be in the common bath. Use Rahul’s. He has gone out for jogging.”
Vidya was nearing forty, a widow with twin kids, Rishi and Rajini, who were studying in college. Vidya’s husband Amar had passed away 5 years back in an accident. Mamta was Vidya’s neighbour and a good friend in spite of their 5-6 years age difference.
Mamta was 45 years old. Mamta was a housewife. Her husband worked as a lecturer. Her son Rahul had finished Engineering and was searching for a job.
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Vidya saw the common bathroom locked from the inside. She came to Rahul’s room, which was on the ground floor. She saw the washroom room door slightly ajar, pushed it and went in. What she saw made her head spin for a few seconds, but she controlled herself, holding the door.
Rahul, who wanted to piss badly, shortened his jogging and came back hurriedly to relieve. Not bothering to lock the bathroom door, Rahul pushed his track pants down, pulled his cock out from his briefs and started to pee in the commode.
It was at the same moment Vidya entered his bathroom unannounced. She got the shock of her life. Rahul was holding his thick dark cock and was pissing. He was startled to see Vidya near the door. Seeing Rahul’s cock, Vidya’s eyes widened.
The boy’s cock was not hard but was very thick, and the length was normal. Vidya froze for a moment seeing her friend’s son’s cock pissing. It was unusual as she had never seen such a thick cock.
“Sorry, Didi told me that you were out, so I…” Vidya said, stammering, and hurriedly came out of the bathroom. She ran to her house without saying bye to her friend.
Coming to her house, locking the main door, Vidya dashed to her bedroom. Lying on the bed she couldn’t help herself cupping her mound on the saree tried to rub it. Vidya and her husband had a healthy sex life till his death. But Vidya didn’t miss sex much as she was busy working and looking after her twins.
Her pussy was leaking, indicating what she is missing all these years. Vidya, thinking of Rahul’s cock wondered if such a cock could be taken or if she could accommodate inside her. Quickly chided herself for having such evil thoughts for her friend’s son. But her mind was saying something else to her.
She thought of a plan and wanted to see if it worked accordingly for her.
On Saturday morning, Vidya’s twins went to their Grandpa’s place. It was the practice to spend time with her husband’s parent’s home on weekends. Mamta had told Vidya that they would be going to Mysore for a picnic. Since Rahul had an interview on Monday, he was staying back to study.
Saturday was the time for Vidya to test the waters to see if Rahul fell for her seduction. She wanted him to make the first move as she didn’t want to look like a slut.
In spite of being forty, Vidya had maintained her body nicely, weighing around 55 kgs. She didn’t have the curves like in her younger years but had a delicate figure with 32 B breasts, hips 30, and a big ass of 36. What was lacking in her upper body was made up in her buttocks.
Whenever she walked in the streets, men ogled at her when her big ass wriggled. Knowing that Rahul was alone in the house, Vidya dialled his landline. When he answered, she asked him if he could take her to the grocery store, which was a couple of streets away.
She knew that it was going to rain any moment. She quickly changed into a white saree and matching undergarments. It was time for Vidya to bring her plan to action. Hearing the bike horn, Vidya came out, locked the door, came with a bag and sat on the bike.
“Sorry, Rahul, for troubling you. Rishi and Rajini have gone to their grandparent’s place. I need some items. The shopkeeper said he can’t give delivery as it’s about to rain.”
Rahul, who was wearing a shirt and jacket with shorts, said, “No problem, Aunty.” By the time they crossed the street, the rain started to pour heavily. By the time they reached the grocery shop, both were totally drenched in rain. Vidya was shivering with cold as her clothes were totally wet.
“Rahul, let’s go back. I will ask the shopkeeper to send the groceries tomorrow,” Vidya said, tapping his shoulders when he stopped the bike in front of the store.
“OK, aunty. You should be wet. Take my jacket and wear it,” Rahul said, taking off the jacket gave it to Vidya without turning back. She needed it badly, so she took the jacket, wore it, and asked him to start.
On reaching Vidya’s place, she got down and said, “Come in, Rahul. You should be feeling cold, too, so have a cup of hot coffee. I know your mom is not in the house too.”
Seeing Vidya walking to the door, her big buttocks were seen clearly through her wet white saree and matching petticoat. Young Rahul’s cock stirred in his briefs. He had never sexually seen Vidya, as her twins were his friends, especially her daughter Rajini.
Moreover, she was his mom’s best friend. Seeing Vidya’s ass wriggling, Rahul shrugged his head for thinking ill of her. But he never knew what was in store for him.
Opening the door, Vidya went inside the kitchen and kept a vessel on the stove to prepare coffee. Now was the time for the next step of her plan. Going inside her son’s room, brought her son Rishi’s t-shirt and shorts.
Vidya, handing Rahul her son’s clothes, said, “You are totally wet. Wear this while I prepare coffee.” She showed him the washroom to change. Vidya was still wearing the wet saree. Rahul’s jacket covered her upper treasures. But the saree was clinging to her legs and thighs, showing off well-toned legs.
Rahul came inside the washroom and removed his wet clothes, including his wet briefs, too. He thought aunty had forgotten to give him underwear, but he didn’t know that she had done it deliberately. Without any choice, he wore a shirt and shorts, which were a bit loose as her son was a bit chubby.
His cock was cock dangling between his legs in the absence of briefs. He hoped that he didn’t get an erection in front of Vidya, making a fool of himself. He felt better wearing warm clothes and came out of the washroom.
Vidya was waiting for Rahul with a coffee cup in her hand. Seeing Rahul, she gave him the cup, sat on the sofa with a wet saree and asked him to sit down next to her. Rahul saw her still wearing his jacket and sat on the sofa, slightly away from her.
Seeing the gap between them, Vidya moved close to him till her left thigh grazed his right thigh and drank coffee.
Rahul jumped when Vidya’s warm thighs touched his, feeling her body heat. Seeing the young man squirming, Vidya said, “Rahul, your hair is still wet. Didn’t you wipe it?”
“No worries, aunty. I will take a bath at home,” Rahul said, sipping coffee.
Vidya, finishing her coffee, got up and said, “No way, Rahul. Stay and have dinner with me. That’s the least I can do to trouble you. It’s already 9 pm, and I am alone too. The dinner is ready. Let me bring the towel and wipe your hair. I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Saying she went inside the bedroom.
Standing before the mirror, Vidya took off the jacket and was shocked to see herself. Her white saree and white blouse were still wet and clinging to her body tightly, showing her breasts curves clearly. The white lacy bra was not able to cover her modesty.
She could see her erect nipples trying to poke out from the thin blouse and bra material. She looked down at her tummy, and the saree was tied above her navel level as usual. Wanting to show more of her tummy to Rahul, Vidya pushed her saree and petticoat down, revealing her deep navel.
Now, her saree was two inches below her navel. Satisfied with her seductive look, she came out. Now, it was time for the next important step. Rahul should have fallen for her, seeing her wet, sexy outfit. They were showing all her body curves without hiding much.
Rahul saw Vidya walking towards him with a towel in her hand. Seeing her wet saree hugging her body, his eyes widened. He could clearly see her breasts through the pallo, blouse and bra. The saree pallo was sliding away, showing her navel and her tummy.
His cock got hard in an instant and throbbed inside the loose shorts in the absence of the briefs. Seeing the young man squirming on the sofa, knew that Rahul ‘MAY’ fall for her charms. But she never knew as she was his mom’s age and her friend.
Standing before him, keeping the towel on his head, Vidya pulled him towards her. Rahul’s face was in front of her stomach. Vidya pushed her pallo aside to reveal her tummy flesh as much as she could. He began rubbing the back of his head, pushing his face on her tummy flesh.
Rahul gasped when his face hit Vidya’s bare tummy, feeling her body heat. His lips were pressed against her soft tummy skin. Vidya kept scrubbing his head and was wondering why he was not kissing her tummy as she expected.
She wanted him to make the first move, not her. She thought if her small tits can do the trick for her and wanted to try it out.
“Rahul, lift your head,” Vidya said.
Rahul lifted his head, and now his face was in line with her chest up from her tummy. Pushing his face on her breasts, Vidya began to scrub the top of his head. Rahul was in a dilemma. His face was wedged between Vidya’s cleavage, feeling her soft breasts pressing his cheeks, making him warm by her body heat.
Vidya was rubbing his head roughly deliberately. His head was shaking, making him lose his balance even though he was sitting on the sofa.
“Sit properly, Rahul. Hold me, you are like my son. Don’t feel shy, beta,” Vidya said ‘BETA’ deliberately, pushing him back to the edge of the sofa. He quickly held her hips for support. Vidya controlled her moans when Rahul’s hands gripped her hips.
Vidya was uncontrollable now, moving her breasts on his face sideways, trying to push both her breasts on his face. Rahul was gripping her hips, face getting crushed by her warm breasts. He now wondered if she was doing it deliberately. But he didn’t care as this was the first time he was this close to a lady.
He felt like he was in heaven, feeling her breasts and hips, and his cock was giving him a hard time. He saw her nipples poking through her wet clothes, couldn’t resist himself. He opened his mouth and sucked her right breast as it came near his waiting lips.
Vidya felt Rahul’s mouth on her breasts, and her body shivered as his lips grazed her tiny tits. Pressing her breasts more on his mouth, stopped scrubbing his head. She held his head close to her bosom. As she anticipated, Rahul had made the first move, but the task was not yet complete.
Vidya wanted the young man to get bolder and beg her for the ultimate pleasure.
“Look, Rahul, I have dried your hair as much as possible,” Vidya stepped back, taking her chest away from his face.
Rahul was still holding her hips. He looked up and saw Vidya’s breasts from close range. Her pallo had moved away, exposing her left breast. He could see her nipples clearly from the wet blouse and bra. He licked his lips, staring down at her navel and again looked up to see more of her breasts properly.
Vidya knew that Rahul had fallen into her trap, but she wanted him to speak up first. But he kept on staring at her breasts with widened eyes. She knew he was not bold enough to ask her. So, she has to take the lead and move her plan forwards.
“Have you never seen a woman’s breasts before, Rahul?” Vidya said, holding his chin.
“I…sorry, Aunty. I saw that you are still wearing wet clothes,” Rahul said, stammering.
“Oops, I forgot. Am I looking obscene in these wet clothes, Rahul?” Vidya said, looking into his eyes.
“No…no Aunty. You look good,” Rahul said.
“I am an old fag. Have you got any girlfriend, Rahul?” Vidya asked, wanting the young man to shed his inhabitations.
“No, Aunty,” Rahul said, still staring at her breasts.
“I don’t believe Rahul. A boy endowed like you should be having multiple girlfriends. I saw you that day while you were taking a leak. I must say that I was impressed,” Vidya said, coming straight to the point.
Rahul couldn’t believe his ears when his mom’s friend was praising his manhood. His fingers roamed on her tummy skin, feeling her body warmth. Looking into her eyes, he confessed finally, “You too are beautiful, Aunty.”
Seeing the tide turning in her favour, Vidya said,” Only beautiful?”
“You are gorgeous,” Rahul said and bit his lips to say so.
“That’s very kind of you. I need to change my dress. Watch TV, and I will be back quickly, and we will have dinner,” Vidya said, moving back. His hands dropped down from her hips.
Rahul’s face fell as she moved back, and Vidya noticed him still staring at her bosom. Patting on his cheek, Vidya said, “What, Rahul?”
Rahul couldn’t control his lust anymore and said in a meek voice,” Can I see your…?” And stopped.
Vidya, knowing what he wanted, asked, “To see what. Don’t feel shy. I am like your mother. Be bold and tell what you want.”
Rahul knew he had to be brave to get what he wanted from Vidya. He blurted out, “I want to see your tits, Aunty.”
Vidya couldn’t believe her ears seeing him confessing so easily. The prey has taken the final bait, but she wanted him to tease him more.
“What, you want to see my breasts…I mean my tits. Have you never seen a woman’s breasts before?” Vidya asked, staring into his eyes.
Rahul, lowering his face, said, “No, Aunty. Please don’t get mad and say this to my mom.”
“Let’s keep Mamta out of this, Rahul. Are you so eager to see my breasts?” Vidya asked him, holding his head up.
“Yes, Aunty. I have been dying to see naked tits for a long time. Will you please show me yours?” Rahul was literally begging her now.
“OK, I will show you. I know boys of your age are curious to see a woman’s body. But on one condition, you will not tell about this to anyone,” Vidya said.
“I swear, Aunty, I won’t tell anyone. Trust me,” Rahul said with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
Vidya, holding her saree pallo in her right hand, said, “OK, I trust you, Rahul. I am showing my breasts to satisfy your curiosity. Don’t think bad about me.” And she dropped her pallo down. Vidya unhooked her blouse and removed it from her shoulders.
Rahul saw her hairy armpits and her wet, lacy bra showing her breasts curvy profile. Vidya saw him staring at her tiny breasts eagerly. Turning her back to Rahul, she said, “Will you unhook the bra, Rahul?” Rahul stood up, placing his shaky hands on her bra strip tried to unhook it. But he was not successful.
Vidya knew that Rahul was still inexperienced and a virgin, too. “I can’t stand here all day. I need to change my wet dress, Rahul.”
Afraid that she may change her mind, Rahul, holding the bra straps, pulled it forcibly, and the hook snapped. Without turning, Vidya removed her bra from her shoulders. Cupping both her breasts in her hands, turned to face Rahul.
“This is what you wanted to see. Isn’t it, Rahul?” Saying took her hands off her breasts and stood topless in front of Rahul. Rahul’s eyes popped out of their sockets, seeing Vidya’s naked ‘B’ cup breasts. They were not big like in porn but were cute and gorgeous.
It was sagging a little due to her age. Nipples were slightly brownish and thick with not much areolas. Her nipples were looking prominent on her little breasts. Vidya knew that her nipples were swollen and erect. Rahul kept on staring at her treasures.
“If you have seen enough, I will go and change,” Vidya said, turning her back to him, knowing that he would beg for more, which she wanted to hear from him. Rahul quickly placed his hand on her shoulder, turning her towards him. He said, “Please, Aunty, can I touch them?”
Making a fake surprised expression, Vidya said, “What, you want to touch my breasts? No way, you asked to see, and I showed them. I can’t. This may lead to something else, Rahul.”
“Please, Aunty, allow me to hold your tits,” Rahul was begging her now.
Not wanting to tease him anymore, Vidya sighed and said, “OK, touch and feel my breasts.”
Getting her approval, Rahul quickly moved his hands up and cupped her B-cup breasts in his hands. It was like holding a small mass of soft flesh, and he gently pressed them. Vidya’s body shivered in lust as Rahul’s thumbs were flicking her taut nipples, making it harder.
Vidya was about to collapse and fall as this was the first time someone was kneading her breasts after 8 long years. Rahul’s big palm had covered her entire tiny breasts. He was squeezing them softly, not wanting to hurt her. Vidya wanted to scream out loudly and ask him to press her harder but refrained.
She saw him bending down and licking her right nipple, making it wet. Vidya got goosebumps when he licked her. She thrust her nipple into his mouth. He mouthed her nipple like a baby. Now his left hand was pressing her left breast harder as he sucked her right nipple.
Vidya stood still as Rahul sucked her. After many years, she was having a mouth on her nipples. He was only to touch and feel her breasts, not to suck them. Pulling her nipple out from Rahul’s mouth Vidya said, “Naughty boy, I allowed only to touch, not to suck Rahul.”
Rahul, looking at her, took his hands behind her back, cupping her big buttocks pleaded, “Please, Aunty. Let me suck the other one too.”
“No way, Rahul, I don’t have any milk in me to feed you naughty boy. Why are you holding my ass?” Vidya chided Rahul feeling his erect cock on her tummy.
“Please, let me suck you again, Aunty,” Rahul was literally begging her now, taking his right hand from her buttocks. But his left hand was lingering on her ass crack through her wet saree and petticoat.
“Are you so eager to suck my tiny breasts, Rahul? OK, but only for a few seconds,” Vidya said, knowing that her prey had fallen into her trap. But she wanted the young man to feel that he was seducing her. Rahul quickly took her right nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard.
Vidya’s body shuddered at the intensity of his sucking. He felt his right hand on her tummy, caressing her stomach skin. Rahul’s left hand was moving in her ass crack from top to bottom, trying to locate her womanhood which was way below his reach.
His right palm was roaming on her soft tummy, finger dipping in her navel as he sucked her. Vidya allowed Rahul to feel her body. She stood still with her hands resting on his shoulders. Rahul was suckling her nipple like a baby. But she got worried when she felt his palm, which was on her tummy, moving down.
Rahul’s right hand dipped into her petticoat and saree and felt her hairy bush. Shocked, Vidya pushed Rahul, taking her nipple from his mouth and said, “What are you doing?”
Rahul stepped back with his right hand still buried inside her saree, feeling her pubic hair. Innocence was gone, and lust was there to see on his face. He said, “Let me see you down, Aunty.”
Making a fake angry face, Vidya said, “What? First, take out your hand from my saree.”
Rahul, pushing his hand further down inside her panties and cupping her bare mound, said, “I want to see what I am holding, Aunty.”
Vidya was really impressed by Rahul’s daring and knew she would have a wild night with this young horny man. But she didn’t want to surrender herself so cheaply. She wanted Rahul to work more hard to win her.
“What more do you want to see? You have already seen everything, Rahul,” Vidya said, holding his right hand, trying to stop him.
But Rahul’s middle finger was already in her slit, which was already wet, making his fingers moist. “I want to see your pussy, Aunty.” Vidya stood like a zombie upon hearing the young lad. She never thought that Rahul would be such easy prey. But she was worried that he would spill out with his friends.
She needed sex, but not at the cost of her social status going for a toss. She had two grown-up kids. She couldn’t feel like a cheap whore in front of her family and neighbours. The initial euphoria was gone now, and she had to tread very carefully with Rahul.
Trying to remove his hand from her mound unsuccessfully, Vidya said pleadingly, “It was OK till you asked to see, touch and suck my breasts. But what you are asking now is outrageous. I can’t show you anymore. Please leave Rahul.”
Rahul’s face fell on hearing her. Staring at Vidya, Rahul pushed his shorts down, baring his erect cock to her and said, “Look what you have done, Aunty.” Vidya’s eyes dropped down to see the magnificent cock in all full glory. It was much better than she expected.
Almost 9 inches long, too thick, and the dark purple head was glistening with pre-cum. While Vidya was watching the monster cock, Rahul pulled the saree knot from her tummy with his free left hand. The wet saree fell at her feet.
Vidya didn’t notice that she was in her petticoat. She was busy staring at the cock, which was dripping pre-cum.
Rahul, boldly inserting his middle finger inside her warm hole, said, “Say something, Aunty. I know you are horny, too, like me. Just show me once.” Saying he began to finger fuck her in slow strokes.
Unknowingly Vidya moved her hips forward, trying to fuck his finger. Releasing her mistake, she closed her thighs, making Rahul’s finger trapped in her pussy. He was now not able to move his finger inside her pussy freely.
Clutching her right ass firmly, Rahul said, “Please say something, Aunty. If you are not interested, I will remove my hand from your cunt and leave.
To be continued.
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