It all began about two years ago. When a boy called Amit from our next-door street was accepted to our school as a new junior class pupil. We progressively became closer to one other.I learned from him that they are new to our neighborhood and are staying on the next block. After a few days, friends, he invited me to his place. I didn't like going to other people's households up to that point. Because that makes me feel really uneasy in that location.
Anyway, I went there with a junior friend that day. I still recall the day as if it was yesterday. When we arrived at his home, a lovely lady welcomed us in. My friend was the one who introduced us. Her name was Paoli, and she was his mother.I could feel my hard penis bulging in my jeans because she was so attractive in appearance and attire. Her measurements were 36-30-38. When he presented her as his mother, I was taken aback. I was devastated. She was a cute girl, and I felt the same way about her. At first glance, I couldn't hear what she said.
That night, and every night after that, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Every night, she was the protagonist of my dreams. Gradually, I began to enjoy masturbating while thinking about her. I never imagined, not even in my wildest thoughts, that this lovely lady would fall in love with me.
Yes, she and I have fallen madly in love in less than 2 months. We can't seem to keep our hands off one another. Whenever her husband leaves for work, he is always on the phone with her. We're talking about how much we care for one other. Getting into conflicts over trivial topics.
At least once a week, I used to visit her. The sex I have with her continues to excite me, particularly the first time I had it with her. I often fantasize of marrying this woman and starting a family with her, but I know it will never happen. We kissed for the first time the first time I touched her body. My first sex try with her, my first bath with her, the methods I used to get her to cooperate, and so on. We spent a lot of time together, and I wrote about her seductive gestures towards me and the filthy games we did together in my secret diary at the time(i used to weite diary). How did it happen? I believe you are also interested in learning more about it. In the beginning, I didn't have the bravery to speak to her. She even said to me the first time she met me, "You don't talk well, and why are you so shy?" I couldn't even respond to her query.
But as the days went, I gained the guts to speak openly with her. In fact, I became interested in her son's academic pursuits. He was just a typical student. I was also one of the top students in my class at the time. I assisted him with his test papers. I wasn't trying to impress his mother with my actions.
For the first time, I was invited to my friend's place for lunch on a Sunday evening. She was dressed in a sleeveless red maxi. She looked stunning in that gown. She didn't tie her hair after her nighttime wash. Her skin was glistening that day.Following her to the hall, I had a glimpse of her lovely and well-shaped ass, and I wanted I could hug and kiss her from behind. That was the first time I saw my friend's father. I realize it was childish of me to be envious of that man for marrying the woman of my dreams. But in my mind, I had already embraced her as my own. His husband, on the other hand, was a pleasant individual. Because she was sitting right in front of me, I couldn't properly eat the food. The dining table was a bit on the tiny side. After dinner, we sat down to watch a movie, and a tiny movement of my toe would touch hers.
My companion has already returned to his room for the night. Her body was contacting her husband's when she sat next to him. As the film progressed, I observed his hands rubbing over her tummy. She wasn't overweight or underweight. She was plump and delicious! Anyway, as we were watching the movie, I spotted her husband saying something to her with his eyes and he excused himself to their bed room. There, my aunty Paoli and I stayed. I saw her maxi showing her thighs when she turned to my side to discuss anything about the movie. I pretended not to notice, but there was no way I could take my gaze away from those thighs. I wished I could reach out and touch those amazing thighs of hers. I decided to go home after the movie ended. Because her husband and best friend were both sound asleep, I decided not to wake them up. She escorted me to the front door. I bid her farewell and walked away. I gradually became more at ease when speaking with her. Her eyes and charm drew my attention almost immediately. During my following week's visit, she stated something that made my heart leap with delight.
I and Amit (her son) are able to go to tuition together. Our classes run from 10:00 a.m. to 12 p.m. "If you don't mind, why don't you come to our house in the morning so that you and Amit can go to tutoring together?" She stated that her husband's office opens at 9:30 a.m. I promised her I'd be there at 9:45 a.m. She concurred.
The front door had remained shut. I rang the doorbell, and she arrived on the doorstep a few seconds later, tying her hair up as I walked in. Her shaved armpits were visible through her maxi hand side as she raised her hands to knot her hair. Even with her hair up, she looked stunning. When she said her final goodbye, I wanted to pick her up, grab her, and hold her. I became a regular visitor to their home after that. I was only alone with her for 15 minutes at a time, but it was plenty time to enjoy her beauty.
I wished for the next day to arrive so that I could be alone with her. When I return, I hope to see her fresh after a bath. I'd sit there and talk to her, without paying attention to what she was saying. As she dried her hair, I would just stare at her. It was incredible to watch her do it. She would read the newspaper at the dining table one day, and I would join her. Our classes were abruptly canceled one day. So my friend and I went to visit them at their home. We sat down to play ludo. She was seated next to me, and her leg would occasionally brush against mine unintentionally, giving me an electric shock. She excused herself after a game, claiming she needed to take a bath. I wasn't in the mood to play as she walked away.
I could feel my erect penis rubbing against my pants, and I yearned to see her undressed. I imagined how naked she would be taking her bath, how she would apply soap to those magnificent breasts, how she would position herself for soaping and bathing her chut, and so on. I also wanted to remove the soap off her body. But it was merely pleasant dreams to me at the time.I could feel my erect penis rubbing against my pants, and I yearned to see her undressed. I imagined how naked she would be taking her bath, how she would apply soap to those magnificent breasts, how she would position herself for soaping and bathing her chut, and so on After a few weeks, when Paoli aunty and I had really gotten to talking, I began to arrive half an hour early. Now I had 45 minutes of her undivided attention.
In their home, I now had complete freedom. I was generally in the kitchen with her, conversing. She had a weekly habit of preparing new recipes. I recall her asking me to try her new meal for the first time. She approached me with a little teaspoon of curry. I was able to detect her scent. She used to take baths with Dove soap. Her mangalsutra was normally kept outside. I had no idea this lady who adored her husband had such a wild side. One day of our tuition was moved to the weekend. At 7 p.m., my friend still had another subject's tuition. So I decided to visit him at his home at a regular hour.
I rang the doorbell, eager to meet her, but no one answered. She answered the door after approximately 4 to 5 minutes. Her maxi's top two buttons were undone, her hair was uncombed, and she was gasping. I was both perplexed and curious as to what she was up to in her private space. What caused her to arrive so late to the door? When her husband walked out to get some water from the fridge after a while, my suspicions were reinforced. She and her husband were having sex in private because their son had just been sent off at tuition.
In my heart, I was furious with him for having sex with my beloved. We went shopping together one day to get her son a birthday present. She was dressed in a gorgeous white salwar that was really tight. I had the distinct impression that she was my wife when we were testing.
She would frequently observe how the watch sat on my wrist. We were getting to know each other rather well. I asked her if she might accompany me to my house after we finished shopping because I had forgotten to bring my tuition book. She concurred. I was displaying my place as a hostess at the time. We were alone since both of my parents had personal commitments. I took her hand in mine and showed her some of my childhood photos. She was taken aback when she saw how I used to appear. I could just kiss her rosy lips because she was so close to me at the moment, sitting together with our bodies touching at times. We were so relaxed that we frequently clasped our hands together. Under her maxi, Paoli aunty generally wore an underskirt. It didn't show me a picture of what her butt was like. I had a lot of questions about it. However, one day I observed she was wearing a blue maxi dress with no underskirt. The outline of her panties piqued my interest. That was quite a sight! In her kitchen, we were having tea. I told jokes that made her laugh out loud. Her laughter was incredible. She made me an offer for breakfast. She instructed me to finish the breakfast that I had left on the plate. I politely declined. But she kept reminding me that I needed to finish it. She took a seat next to me and began feeding me the bread and egg. I made every effort not to respond in any way. I had the want to grab her cheeks and give her a hot, wet kiss. But I was unable to complete the task. What do you think she'd say?
If her son—my friend—knew I felt this emotion for his mother, I'd be dead. For that brief moment, I was able to exorcise that feeling from my head. I noticed she was wearing a black bra as I followed her to the drawing room. After that, I began to savor every second of my life with her. I was now a member of their clan. I could go to their house at any time of day and they would have no objections. In my flirtation with her, I was quite cautious. When her husband and son were in the house, I avoided speaking with her as much as possible. I learnt to control my temptations based on the situation.
I would openly flirt with her while we were alone. I'm aware that ladies enjoy hearing compliments from others. Telling her how lovely she was and such. She enjoyed the attention she received. I could tell she carved for the spotlight. I'd just stare at her indefinitely. We've grown quite close. In our regular kitchen discussions, we'd talk about a variety of topics. I used to try to avoid going to their place for weeks at a time. Then, when I returned to their house after a lengthy vacation, she would be upset with me for being gone so long. However, I was still hesitant to take such a severe step.
It occurs to me frequently, but I would refuse. I enjoyed how things were going at the time, and I was curious as to how she regarded and cared for me. Her husband and son both disliked going shopping. As a result, we agreed to go shopping together one day.I spotted some gorgeous night gowns for ladies once while we were merely looking at stuff. It was a loose, bright top with loose jeans. It was something I suggested to her. She was initially skeptical, but after I assured her that she would look lovely in these, she eventually consented. Every section was accompanied by me. But she dodged me by saying, "You wait here." I assume she was going to buy a bra, panty, and other items. I was in pain. Why did she keep her distance from me? What is the flaw in it? At first, I felt compelled to express my dissatisfaction. But, in the end, I decided it would be awkward to discuss it with her.
TO BE CONTINUED...................................
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