The Hot and Used Pussy (my friend's hot mom)

 One day, my luck changed when my best friend Suresh invited me to meet him at his home. When I arrived, I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer the front door. "Who's it?" said a strange voice from behind the door.

"My name is Jatin," I introduced myself. "I've come to see Suresh."

"Hello," said a young lady who appeared to be in her early forties as the door opened. I'm Suresh's mother, and Suresh told me to tell you that he tried to call you to tell you that he had to take care of some urgent work at the last minute, but you never answered."

I saw enough of her even through the half-open doorway to know she was "my type" of woman.

"All right, well, it's been nice meeting you."

"If you want, you can wait for him."

"All right, if he'll be here soon."

She then motioned for me to enter the house. This is not a liberal society, but rather one in which no man can enter a home alone, except with blood relatives. I was hesitant to enter my friend's house without my friend because it was only his mother there.

When she noticed my trepidation, she continued, "Don't be afraid to speak up. Come in, you're a friend of my son's, and he won't say no "So I decided to follow her.

We sat on the living room couch and began a chat. She started asking me questions about my job, my family, and my friends. Given that she'd only just met me, I was taken aback by her friendliness. All I could think about was how lovely and attractive she was. She was a dream come true for me. I'm not saying that every man on the planet would give their lives for her, but she was extremely stunning to me.

She had the appearance of a refined conservative lady. Although a little thick and fluffy, she was a touch obese around her waist and breast area, which simply adds to the Indian married women/aunt that we teenage boys always look for. She had a creamy white and pale complexion, a sexy face that was extremely sweet and pretty, and an overall sexy little voluptuous body, save for her shapely hips, with a sexy little voluptuous frame, save for her shapely hips. Her hair was long and dark. Her lips were thin and lipsticked, with just enough upturn in the corners to indicate that she was smiling.

Her form had changed slightly as a result of having three children, but all I saw was too much hot and voluptuous meat to be taken on. She had the most gorgeous, respectable ass, with the biggest and softest breasts that were full and firm. She was about 5'4", a mother of two young children in her late forties and fifties, and in her late forties and fifties. I'd had a crush on her since the first time I saw her, knowing full well that nothing would ever come of it! She seemed to like me, based on the way she looked at me.

When Suresh didn't show up after half an hour, I told her I had to go and went back to my house.

I became close to Suresh as a result of our good friendship and frequent meetings, and she began to treat me like her own kid, almost as if I were Suresh's brother. Because of my regular visits, she began lightly holding me and wrapping her arms around me, and I would welcome her with a kiss anytime I passed by.

When Suresh wasn't present, the kisses became less frequent, and she'd chat openly with me, although she still appeared hesitant.

I questioned if her husband wasn't very good in bed, and he told her he didn't want her talking to me like this because he didn't want her coming to me. However, I found out later that her spouse had already left her and was staying with someone else. I thought to myself, what a jerk he was to abandon such a lovely woman and not enjoy her everlasting beauty.

My family decided to relocate, and I was tasked with finding a suitable replacement.

When Suresh solved my dilemma by telling me that there was a wonderful house for rent right next door, I couldn't believe it.

"It'll be great; we can meet at any moment." I stated.

I was thrilled to be around Suresh and his lovely mother, but I couldn't stop thinking about her.

My parents liked the house, so we moved in soon after.

My horniness level was at an all-time peak when I was 19 years old. I regularly jerked off at least once a day, while having a variety of fantasies, some of which included Suresh's mother.

I was often attempting to steal looks of Suresh's Mother when he wasn't at home, as I had become like a member of their family. Soon, my infatuation with Suresh mother evolved into a crush, and my affection turned into an obsession, a want to make love to her. I knew I'd never be with her, but wishful thinking never hurt anyone, so I kept imagining her while masturbating every night.

Because we spent so much time at each other's homes, Suresh's mother and I became close friends. She is, without a doubt, a frequent visitor to our home for chat. She and my mother spent a lot of time together as well, having tea, shopping, and other activities.

When Suresh's Mother came to visit our house or I went to meet them, she was always cordial with me, and we would talk about ordinary matters and other random topics. When she walked in, her perky, upright breasts and Puerto Rican ass made my cock hurt.

I felt really awkward talking to her because I wanted to fuck her so badly, and I felt like she kept catching me sneaking glimpses at her lovely breasts and broad hips. She turned into a tried-and-true fantasy for me.

I saw Suresh's mother in a different way every time I went to his place. My gaze was continuously drawn to her bosom and ass, a fact I knew she was well aware of yet never expressed.

My father would leave for work every morning, and my mother for school, because my mother was a schoolteacher, leaving me alone in the house. I didn't have to go right immediately because I have a small electrical workshop to attend to later. So I asked my mum if she could assist me in the morning if I needed it. She even gave her the key to our house's front door.

Suresh's mother would generally come to my room about 8 or 9 a.m. to check on me. If I wasn't having any troubles, she'd come to see me for a while and then go back to her house. She made my breakfast on occasion when I was in a hurry to leave. I'd essentially lie in bed waiting for her to enter my room and speak with me. When I heard her approaching, I pretended to be tired and lethargic, as if I didn't want to get out of bed. She once pushed open the door and walked into my room when I was still in bed. She was dressed in a pink saree. "You're still in bed, lazy boy?" she remarked, taking a few steps towards me in a faux angry tone. Get up as soon as possible." She then turned back, locked the door, and walked up to the edge of my bed, where she sat. Her body was touching mine and I could feel her hip against my thigh because she was so near.

"Are you still in bed?" It's too late now."

"Yes! "Auntie, I believe I'm a little ill," I explained.

"I don't want to bother you, please lie down," she pleaded when I tried to stand up. "May I make a doctor's appointment?"

"No! It's not a big deal; I'll simply take some Tylenol and be fine." I responded.

I rolled onto my side, my legs bent, and faced her. She rubbed her hands over my feet and advised me to unwind.

As she sat there on the bed, I noticed that my dick was pointing directly at her and was virtually brushing her ass crack. It wasn't difficult, but it was the size it would be just before it became difficult. I didn't try to move since it felt so good.

She had an odd expression on her face, and I suddenly saw her cheeks were flushed. ".!" she said as she glanced at my dick. What exactly is this? And what exactly are you up to?"

I stared at her and pretended to be astonished. "What exactly is the issue?" I don't believe I've made any mistakes." I stated.

"It's not a good idea to do that." You are not obligated to do so. "I am your friend's mum." She was exuding a calm demeanour.

"Oh! I sincerely apologise if I made a mistake." That was so humiliating!

She pretended to be unconcerned, but I could tell she was having a good time.

She remarked, looking down at my cock. "Take a look at what you've done to your body."

I lowered my head and pretended to be astonished. "Oh Auntie!" exclaims the narrator. "Please accept my apologies!"

" she exclaimed! That's not something I'm expecting from you. I'd like to speak with your mother."

"No! No, Aunty, I'm very sorry, and I pledge to be more cautious in the future."

"All right, now I have to leave."

"Please don't go, aunty; I'd like to speak with you."

"No! We'll talk about it afterwards."

"I have to tell you something right now, Aunty," I managed to say.

"All right, I'm all ears."

"I'm not sure how to say this," I admitted, surprised that I could even start a sentence. I stared at her, unsure of what to say next. I thought she was lovely. She did it all the time.

"I've had a thing for you since the first time I met you." I shut my eyes. Even though I truly wanted to see her reaction, I couldn't. I braced myself for the sensation of her palm whipping across my face. I was expecting a slap from her. I was expecting a response from her. I certainly didn't expect her to say what she did next to me.

She said, "I know."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't understand how she could know how I'd been feeling for her the entire time.

"You...knew?" I inquired. "How did you figure that out?"

She began, "I got a sense." "A lady has a sixth feeling about things like this sometimes." She let out a low laugh.

I felt like I'd died on the inside.

"How come you've never mentioned anything to me?" --. I inquired.

"I didn't want to come across as haughty." I didn't want to cause you any embarrassment, and you're only half my age!"

Even though it made sense, I couldn't bring myself to tell her.

"I'm very sorry," I said. "Did letting you view my cock make you feel uncomfortable?"

"Ok! Don't think about it and don't be concerned about it. That isn't the first time I've felt that way, but don't do it again!" She stated her case.

"Can you tell me what you're talking about?" "Not for the first time?" you say.

"You've brushed up against me a couple of times."

"Oh! Auntie, Have you had that experience? I didn't think you'd be able to sense me!"

"Yes, I've experienced it several times!"

"But if you didn't do anything, why are you doing it now?"

"Because it was only for a moment before, but now you've gone too far."

"Aunty, I'm looking for you." "I'm in love with you."

"However, I do not love you in that sense." I'm the same age as your mother, and you're a friend of my son's."

"That doesn't rule out the possibility of us loving each other." "Touch it Aunty," I urged, putting one hand on my stiff dick. Aunty, you've felt it, but now please actually touch it."

"No way!" she said as she glanced at me. "I'm not going near that."

"Come on, put your hand on me." It isn't going to bite you. Please."

"How am I going to do it?" I am twice your age, married, and the mother of your friend Suresh, as well as a friend of your mother. "If my husband and son discovered out, they'd murder me," she said seductively.

"Listen, I think you're simply stunning. I'm sure you want it as well. We were both gasping for air, and there was a palpable sense of sexual tension between us."

She kept her hand on my stomach as I spoke, moved her palm over it, then began to feel my chest and shoulders. Her hands then moved over to my arms, kneading the muscles there. My dick began to rise to attention again while she was doing this.

She was cautious at first, but she reached out and wrapped her hand over my dick without saying anything.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! She slid her hand up and down slowly. I was proud of my 8 inches, as it was now a full-fledged boner.

She then began to gently rub it up and down. I was almost hypnotised and couldn't believe my good fortune. I was stunned, completely stunned, by this woman, whom I had lusted after for what seemed like an eternity, and who was now sitting beside me, stroking my dick. I knew that the dream, the desire that I'd been keeping hidden for more than a year was finally coming true when a voice inside of me told me to wake up.

"You know, I almost feel compelled to say that it isn't right that you have been thinking about me like this, I am the mother of your buddy," she continued, her gaze falling on my face.

"Please don't bring this up again. "We've gone over the edge."

I began to move my hand up to her breasts. Then, like a hungry child, I put my hand in a cupping position on one of her largest and softest breasts and sucked them frantically.

I could see she was very turned on, and I could see her entering "the mental region" where ladies feel so amazing that they will let you do anything as long as you don't stop!

My dick had never felt as hard as it did at that moment, and I believed it was about to explode.

"Look at my dick, Auntie." Take a look at how irritated my dick is. All I want to do now is fuck your delicious pussy."

When she stared into my eyes, she smiled with a mischievous grin.

"I made it that way, and I'll take care of it, but promise me you won't tell Suresh." "Of course not," --. "How could I bring this up with Suresh?"

The temperature in the bedroom seemed to be rising, and I was getting a raging erection, which she seemed happy with.

There was an uneasy pause before she quietly inquired. "Are you able to keep it a secret?"

"Of certainly," she says. Please don't tell Suresh (your friend) about my son.

Then we started looking for Blouse strings in each other's closets, which we eventually found and opened. I began sliding my hand up her leg. When my fingers reached her pussy, I ran my hand around her, caressing her pussy's lips. My finger rubbed her clit back and forth at the top of her vaginal opening as I began to feel along the length of her slit. My fingers were stroking her all around, but in no specific pattern, because her pussy was incredibly wet.

For approximately five minutes, we didn't say anything and just touched each other. I inserted my finger into her pussy hole and gently proceeded to pull it out and back into her pussy hole. I changed the tempo until she started to experience orgasm. My immediate goal was to bring her joy in a way she hadn't experienced in years.

She eventually screamed and moaned, begging me to fuck her.

"Stick it in there, Jatin," says my son's best friend. "Please...fuck me," --.

I stood up and pulled her onto her back slowly. I yanked her bra down to her legs, and she assisted me by elevating her ass as I removed it. Her legs were incredible. She was, in fact, a killer from head to toe. Even after giving birth to Suresh and his younger brother, she had a gorgeous chubby stomach. To make room for me, she extended her legs wide apart.

"Please be gentle, as I've never had a cock as large as yours." Suresh's mother spoke to me in hushed tones. She insisted that I use a condom, but I refused, claiming that doing so would detract from the pleasure of licking her delicious and pink pussy. Okay, she said, but take it out before I bring her inside.

She reached for my cock and guided it to her pussy, pressing the tip of my cock flesh against her wet slit, causing her to twitch slightly. Then, when I tried to put my cock's head into her pussy, she screamed. To fit my huge cock, her legs stretched a little further.

When I shattered the door, it slid right in Suresh's mother, who let out a loud scream as though she was out of air. Her pussy was incredibly tight as it enveloped my cock, so I could tell she hadn't had a man in a long time. Her pussy was soft and warm, but it was also dripping wet. Her pussy was the softest, slickest I'd ever seen. Wrapped around my cock, she felt like moist, slippery velvet. It didn't matter if she was 20-25 years my senior or that she was the mother of one of my friends (Suresh).

"Ufff I'm completely enamoured with your cock. "It's causing me pain," Jatin says. As half of my cock penetrated her very wet pussy, she said.

"Do you want me to come to a halt?" I stated.

"Oh no!" exclaimed the speaker. Please don't stop; this is the best cock I've ever had, especially for someone so young and inexperienced. She pleaded with me, her hands reaching around my ass and grabbing my hips.

As she moaned loudly and tightened her grip on my ass, I slowly pushed the remaining half of cock into her drenched pussy.

For a minute or two, I worked my dick in and out slowly. Then I laid her legs flat, and straight forward and knelt over her with a knee on the outside of each of her legs, with my dick still within. I slipped both of my hands under her hips and grasped them. Now I really started to piston in and out as she began to throw herself back into my thrusts.

"Oh it feels so amazing, I had never felt such a hard warm item in my life."

This made an exceedingly tight fit with the base of my dick stroking her clit. I slowly pumped and drove her insane.

I pushed my youthful cock even deeper inside her, and displayed her wonderful huge and soft breasts. Her tits were huge and really looked wonderful. They were exceptionally round and full, and were probably between 38d cup. For being approaching 40-45 years old, there was just about no sag. Her nipples were exquisite. I couldn't believe how fantastic they were. Her nipples were firm and demanding to be touched.

As if I were a small child, I proceeded to grip her nipples with my lips and suck each breast one by one. She told him to suck them since he had been wanting them for a long time and now he had them, so suck them and enjoy them to the fullest. Hearing those words, my dick accelerated. As soon as I began pumping my cock into her cunt, she went crazy. She began to buck like a newborn colt with its first rider.

I grabbed her shoulders and pressed my entire body into her. The hot and used pussy feeling of Suresh's mother was about to make me cum. As a result, I pumped in a little slower and yelled out of her pussy. She was groaning and bucking her hips to the beat of my thrusts inside her while I was hammering her.

"Suresh would kill you if he found out you screwed his mother." Between strong moans, she blurted.

That's how I'd respond. "Aunty, you are Suresh's mother, the mother of one of my greatest friends, and you are a stunning woman. He should be delighted about your accomplishments."

"Don't call me aunty, you little rascal; call me Suresh Mother; I'm your hot lover and best friend's mother, do you get it?" yelled she

"You are my friend's mother and lover, yes."

"However, when we're alone and there's no one else around," she says.

I knew I couldn't go much longer because she'd just had an orgasm. As she let go, I grabbed her nips with both hands. When I pulled back and hoisted her legs up against my chest and shoulders, she was attempting to regain her breath and her bearings.

"Yes, yes, yes," she said as she realised I was about to reach a climax. "Give it to me," --.

My cum began to flow from the depths of my loins, hot and thick.

Her face was winced, but I assumed it was from lust rather than pain. I kept on fucking.

She said it because she sensed I was about to reach a climax. "Give it to me," she said, or perhaps she was fucking me, but whatever the case was, we both started moaning and groaning before she let out a yelp.

She only said, "I'm cumming again!!!!"

And with those comments, she tightly wrapped her legs and arms around me as if her life depended on it, forgetting to let my cock out as I was about to cum. After her orgasm, I kept fucking her and a few seconds later I was in Suresh's mother pussy. I lay for a few minutes on top of her huge, soft breasts, sucking and licking them like a small child, trying to catch my breath.

"Are you happy that I let you fuck me now?" she asked.

"Thank you, thank you, thannkkkkk youuuuu, I adore you "I stated.

"Thank you very much! Jatin, I'm also grateful for the pleasure you gave me."

I couldn't believe it; I'd just fucked the mother of my best friend. Then I rolled over onto my back. She grabbed some tissue paper and wiped her cunt and then my cock with it.

"Now, I'm sure you won't tell anyone, especially Suresh," says Jatin.

I slowly shook my head and said. "I can't believe what I'm hearing. Who could I possibly tell?"

"We should get dressed right away. It's possible that my son is expecting me "She said this as she rose from her bed, kissed me on the cheek, hurriedly dressed, and dashed out the door, leaving her colossal bras on my bed.

So, if guys want to have sex with their friend's hot mother or aunts, they should just do it because these sexy older women need youthful cocks like us. So, boys, just chat to your friend's mother; she will never refuse you and will always offer you more than you could imagine.