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I Fucked My Friend’s Mother

  • desipapa
  • August 16, 2015

My friend’s father owned a tea-shop in a suburban area of Kerala. He and his wife along with his son hari lived in a small house behind the tea-shop. his parents worked hard to make both ends meet.his father fell ill seriously and, after remaining bedridden for nearly a year, he died. His son was only 12 then. After his fathers death, his mother tried to run the tea-shop alone. But she soon found out that she could not do it on her own. During his father’s long illness, they had to borrow a lot of money from our friends and relatives.

They were now coming to house almost everyday and demanding their money back. It was during this time that a woman in our neighbour hood told his mother that an old couple in our locality were looking for a servant-woman who could do all the household work and take care of them by staying with them in their house. His mother and he went to see this old couple. they found that they were in their sixties. The old man, who was called Vasu, was a retired school-teacher. His wife’s name was Parvathi. They had a son and a daughter who were now married and were living abroad with their respective families. they were more than satisfied and were ready to take his mother in as the servant of their house. They warned her that she would have to do all the work alone without any complaints. his mother agreed. Rest of the incident will narrated by my friend Hari himself. So mail me To clear all our debts, my mother sold the tea-shop and our house and we moved into the house of the old couple. It was not a big house. It was a rather oldfashioned house. We were given a small room behind the kitchen to live in.

The old couple seemed to be good people. when they saw that my mother was a good and hard-working woman, they became quite attached to her One day I was in my room studying for my exams. My mother was in the kitchen. Parvathi came to the kitchen and struck a conversation with my mother. she was discussing Vasu’s sex life, I naturally began to listen attentively. She said that she felt pity for the poor man because he had failed to enjoy himself fully during his “best times.” ” What can I do?” she told my mother.” At my age I cannot satisfy his hunger. Moreover, he does no desire me at all. I feel sorry for him.” Here she paused. Then she said to my mother,” You can help him.” There was another pause. Then she told my mother in very plain words that she could help him by having sex with him. She was undoubtedly shocked to hear this, just like me. There was silence for a few moments from her part. Then she told Parvathi that she could not even think of doing it, that it was a sin and the gods would never forgive her. To my amazement the old woman became quite angry. She reminded my mother of the many times she had helped her. She called my mother a thankless woman. Then she suddenly started to cry. She told my mother that she was ready to fall on her feet. “I can’t bear to see him suffer,” she said, weeping.” That’s why I’m begging you. Just let him hold you once in a while. That’s all.” She kept on talking like this obstinately and eventually my mother was forced to say yes to her strange request. Parvathi was overjoyed. She thanked my mother again and again. Then she said,” I will send him to your room tonight, after Hari is asleep.” I was thirteen when this happened. My mother was in her late thirties at that time.

She was a very beautiful woman with a wheaty complexion and a body which was the dream of every man. At my age I was very much aware of the sensuality of her body. We shared a single room and it was impossible for me to turn a blind eye to her voluptuous figure. After eating, we entered our room. There were two cots in the room, put close together. I slept on one – on the one next to the wall – and my mother slept on the other. The room was very small. Most of the floor area was taken up by the cots. I laid down. She also laid down after switching off the light. “Hari, have you studied everything for your exam tomorrow?” she asked me now. “Yes, amma,” I replied. Then silence fell in our room. The window was open and silvery moonlight was flooding into the room. I was not going to sleep. My young mind was almost bursting with anticipation and excitement. The clock in the drawing room of the house struck ten. A moment later Vasu knocked at the door and called my mother’s name softly. My mother sat up. She looked at me. I did not move a muscle. I was lying wide awake with one arm placed on my forehead. She could not see my eyes. But I was afraid that she might hear my rapid heartbeats. When she felt sure that I was asleep, she got up and opened the door. Vasu looked at her briefly and stepped in. “Hari is sleeping?” he asked. “Yes,” my mother replied. He looked nervous.” I am not able to sleep,” he said. He slowly paced up to window. Then he said, in a slightly shaking voice, ” I have a slight headache. Can I lie down here for a while?” She did not reply. Nevertheless, he sat down and slowly laid down on her cot. He was wearing only his mundu. His chest was very hairy. He looked at my mother who was standing near the door not knowing what to do. “Come,” he said,” you also lie down.” My mother hesitated.

Then she stepped closer to the cot. He shifted his position to the edge of the cot. ” Lie here,” he said, patting gently to indicate that he wanted her to lie between him and me. For some reason he wanted to lie at the edge. This position suited me also, because if he was to lie between me and my mother then I would not be able to see what he was going to do to her. My mother climbed on the cot at the foot and moved on all fours to reach him. Her sari slid off her shoulder, revealing her big, round tits, packed tightly in her white blouse. The sight of the two breasts seemed to freeze Vasu with excitement for a brief moment. My mother covered herself again and reclined gently, resting her head on the pillow, a little away from him. I was sure that she was hardly touching him. But he could not keep from touching her. He lay unmoving for a while. Then he raised himself on his elbow and continued to gaze at her lips, her neck, her breasts…her whole body for a long time, as if he was seeing a woman for the first time. Then, completely overcome by the passion, he grasped her shoulder and bent down to kiss her face. She turned her face away from him. He lowered his head further and managed to plant kisses on her cheeks, chin and lips. He kissed her a number of times, all noisy, wet kisses that reflected the great lust he was having for her. Then he straightened and looked at her briefly. He then slowly pulled away her sari from her shoulder, uncovering her breasts and belly. My mother impulsively crossed her hands in front of her bosom to cover her boobs. He brushed away her hands impatiently and placed his palm on her somewhat large belly, on the smooth, warm area just below her navel and started to move his hand up. When he reached the navel, he dug his middle finger into it and circled it around a number of times. Then his hand moved to her midriff. A sudden moan escaped her when he squeezed the soft milk white flesh there which had doubled up deliciously with age.

Then his hand began to journey to her breasts. His palm gently cupped one breast and moved in a circle all over it, as if to feel its size and rotundity. Finally his palm rested at its tip and he squeezed the tit five times, pressing down as he squeezed. I counted as he squeezed. He did the same with the other breast. Though my mother tried to stop him by holding his hand a couple of times, she was in reality enjoying it all. But she was frightened. Frightened that I may wake up, frightened to reveal her passion to this old man who until now she had respected as she would respect a father, frightened because she knew that what they were doing was naked sin. She kept on breathing fast and she gulped a number of times between her moans, as if her mouth was watering. Vasu now sat up excitedly. He proceeded to undo the hooks of her white blouse one by one. My mother whispered to him,” Aiiyooooo, please, not now! What if Hari wakes up?” The old man ignored her protests completely. She glanced at me timidly, then she looked at his hands which were patiently undoing one hook after another as the thin material of her white blouse began to strain because her breasts seemed to be growing bigger and bigger every second. Finally, as the last hook was undone, my mother’s big boobs seemed to jump out to their freedom as she was not having a bra. They were big, as big as ripe coconuts, with dark nipples that were fully erect. I was quite taken aback by the length of the nipples. Each nipple was almost as long as my little finger. Vasu was trying unsuccessfully to grab one boob in each of his palm. He would hold both boobs in a firm grip and try to lift them up. First he would seem to succeed, then the smooth tits would just slither out of his hand.

He then ran the flat of his palms all over the boobs greedily and kneaded them, first gently and then, as his passion grew, a little roughly. He took the nipples between each thumb and forefinger and pulled them up vigorously. My mother moaned,” Ummm…aahhh…pathukaeeee..aaahhhh…uuu” He opened his mouth wide and took the nipple and also a large portion of the breast itself into his mouth. Then he slowly lifted his head, letting the breast and the nipple slither out. He repeated this several times. Then he suddenly asked my mother to take off her blouse completely. She hesitated and threw a glance at me. Then, raising her torso , she peeled off her blouse. She looked like a sex goddess now. She had fleshy shoulders and arms and a slightly bulging belly. Her long, straight hair hung loose and seemed to cover her back completely. Age had only made her body nothing but juicy. Yes, I was thinking that she looked like a ripe and juicy mango. She raised her arms to tie her hair and I watched in delight how her big bobs joggled from side to side with her movements. Now Vasu couldn’t hold himself any longer. With his free hand he pulled away his mundu and dropped it on the floor. Underneath he had nothing else on. He was stark naked! I saw his penis. It was a large organ, nearly six inches long. It was not yet fully erect. Grabbing my mother by her shoulders he climbed over her. “No,” she said, trying to push him off her,” not now. Hari will wake up.” But the old man was not to be stopped.” We will not make much noise,” he whispered to her and started kissing her cheeks and lips noisily as before, but now with double the passion. My mother glanced at me nervously once or twice. I was hardly breathing. The bright moonlight flooding into the room through the window fell straight upon Vasu’s back. I watched as he caught the fat lower lip of my mother between his teeth and pulled at it gently. Finally, she let the hold on herself slip. She let herself be overcome by passion, completely.

She threw her fleshy arms around the old man and began to rub her cheeks with his, her eyes shut, her mind completely relishing the pleasure he was giving her. She began to moan in abandon, not caring at all whether her son lying on the adjoining cot was awake or sleeping. The flat of her palms continuously traveled up and down his back, speaking the message that now she was completely with him in this game, that he was not to stop, not until they both had had enough. Vasu, too, was breathing hard and softly moaning like her. As they moved wildly, the cot was creaking noisily, as if it too was aroused. I watched as twice my mother put her hand between their writhing bodies to hold his erect penis, to squeeze it, to feel its hardness. They continued in this manner for about five minutes. Now they were sweating a little because the night was hot, hot and calm. In the dreamy moonlight, sweat shone on my mother’s breasts and belly and on Vasu’s back. They stopped moving. “Take off your sari,” said Vasu, climbing down from her body.” Um,” said she. She tied up her hair again; it had got untied and completely disheveled during their long “wrestle.” She gently stood up on the cot and began to unfasten her sari. I watched with abated breath as she dropped her sari onto the floor and started undoing the string of her light yellow petticoat. The petticoat came down, revealing her fat, round thighs and her hairy cunt. The thighs were milk white. Sweat shone on them, like the rest of her. She lifted her legs to step out of her petticoat. She dropped it and stood on the cot stark naked. Vasu had been watching her all the time, his back resting against the wall, his hand holding his big cock. Moonlight fell on my mother’s naked body, showing every curve. She was every inch a sex goddess. Her long hair fell down loose again. But this time she let it be and came down on her knees. Vasu rose from his position to take her into his arms. She received him with open arms. With both of them on their knees, they hugged each other in a loving embrace, feeling for each other’s body with hands that were restless. I saw Vasu’s hand come to rest on my mother’s ample buttocks, hold them firmly and knead their fleshy round bulk. My mother kissed Vasu on the cheeks and neck. She stroked her cheeks on the hair on his chest. Now Vasu held her shoulders and made her lie down as she had been lying before.

He was going to fuck her. She moaned and looked at him in anticipation. She spread her fat thighs and he kneeled down between them, holding his penis. With his fingers he gently stroked and pulled at the hair on her pussy. She lifted her pussy up to him. Here, take it all, she seemed to be saying. Now he touched the tip of his cock to her cunt. She froze, waiting. He pushed and I almost sat up on my cot just to have a closer look at things. He let his cock completely disappear into my mother’s cunt. She moaned, a long moan of simply unbearable pleasure. He caught hold of her shoulders to balance himself and started to move his pelvis back and forth, back and forth, the cot creaking with his motion.” Ummmmm…ahhhh…uummmmm,” my mother moaned. She did not know what to do with her hands for they were moving in all directions, touching whatever they felt like touching. They seemed to have a life of their own. The old man, because of his age was moving rather slowly. My impatient mother was again and again raising her hips, urging him to move faster. He kept moving for about five minutes and then he began to pant vigorously. Soon he was totally drenched in sweat. He stopped suddenly. vasu lay down with his head resting on the pillow. Mother stood with her knees planted on either sides of his body. She guided his equipment into her wet cunt once again and started moving. Oh, how she moved! The cot creaked wildly and I was wondering if it would give away.

Oh, how her breasts were jumping up and down with her. She would pause occasionally to brush away a strand of her loose hair from her face. She was softly moaning as she moved, giving Vasu the thrill of his life. Vasu lay relaxed. His hands occasionally rose to touch her lovely breasts, or to hold her sweating buttocks. Sometimes she would hold Vasu’s shoulder and lean forward as she moved, her oversized breasts hanging flaccidly over his face. Oh, how the twin coconuts would dance. I looked without even blinking, so as not to miss anything. They fucked for ten minutes. Then when their passion was spent, they lay down exhausted in each other’s arms. But, in another ten minutes, they were ready for one more go.any comments mail at my friends mail.

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