Boning My Best Friend’s Mom – Part 2

Months passed since that day i saw Sarla undress.. I had no openings to do anything . Now and then i would see her and check her out.. But as days passed i too got the feeling sarla knew i was staring at her.. she would pretend to ignore it someday , someday she would smile back or give a weird expression in her eyes. I also managed to strike some conversation at times. But just all generic topics, nothing great.

Soon me and friend got placed. our offers came. his posting was in another city, which was long way away. But he had to take it as it was his 1st job. I got mine in the same city. i went with him and Sarla to drop him off at the station. She was quiet emotional about it. I was there to help him out with luggage and stuff. We soon bid a goodbye to him and started our return home.

As i walked from the station to the parking lot, i realized internally myself and sarla were alone. but being a decent guy i decided to suppress such feelings . she was emotional too about having left him. i drove back home quietly, but sarla was almost in tears. she spoke a lot, and i consoled her.. couple of times i held her palm as well (which felt soft and amazing). I dropped her home and decided to go along inside.

Inside she was feeling more relaxed. we had some tea and we spoke. She then opened up “He has been my only company since my husband died.. i raised him alone.. how will he manage himself”. i spoke “Dont worry aunty he is a smart guy, he ll do well and come back” she said “at least you are there for me na.. visit me regularly .. “. this caused a flutter in my chest.. “I said surely aunty.. ill visit you daily.. ” she leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead.. what the hell was happening to me.. i must control myself.

With a great effort.. i managed to smile. i had to play this down. if i try anything when she is so emotional things will go from bad to worse. so with a fake decency i maintained my control that evening and after a long conversation left sarla and returned home. The time was ripe to Finish off Sarla.. The game was catching heat..

Soon myself and sarla became good friends.. I used to visit her often in the weekends.. and we even spent time together outside. I gradually picked up enough courage to complement her looks now and then and she used to like hearing such remarks. One casual evening we were both sitting and having tea and talking.

Suddenly the hip part of Sarla’s loose saree started getting a bit fluttery, I could make out her navel and see her boobs against her blouse too.. I tried to stop staring.. but her stomach was so hot.. it was white and flat in the middle with a bit of fat on the sides..My eyes kept moving down to her navel now and then. She spoke a while before she noticed it and covered herself up again in a normal way.

Suddenly she asked me “So when are marriage plans on?” I said “Am not ready for marriage.. let me settle first” she said “Marriage will make you settle down.. you have a nice job.” i Cheekily said “I dont know what to do after marriage” She laughed at that and said “nowadays you kids know everything.. you will learn” I looked at her said “Learning after marriage will be bad.. dont you think?” She just blushed and stared at her tea and smiled

I became a bit bold now and ventured “It would be nice if someone teaches me though” She asked with a fake innocence “Teach you what?” I abandoned all my double-meanings and said “Sex”. She fell silent.. and in a low voice said “Sex..?” I smiled in a sheepish way and say “Aunty.. can you teach me sex”. I noticed her hands holding the tea cup was shivering slightly now. my heart was beating.

She replied with a taut voice “Sex?.. er er this is not good to talk about” I said “I am 23 now, i can talk about such things.. is it wrong asking you?” She just fiddled with her cup. I got a bit braver and said “Aunty i thought u were cool and i could ask you all this”.

She cleared her voice and said “I dont know “. i laughed little awkwardly and said “if you dont know, how did u have your son?” She said bit tensely “That was 23 years ago”. I ventured “So Its been around 23 years since u had sex” She nodded keeping her head down. Thats when my main line broke out “So its me who should be teaching you.. right?”

I got up, she asked “what are u doing”. I came and sat next to her in the sofa. I expected her to get up and walk of , or worse, slap me. But she just sat there tightly without any movement. I moved a bit closer, she leaned away. i held her hand, It was cold. But she didnt do anything i could sense no effort to release herself. i leaned much closer, eyes closed and kissed her with passion on the cheek.

She didnt say or do anything. the corner of her eyes was on my face, watching me to kiss her. I was kissing her now for almost a minute. my kiss was wet, my tongue gently licking the side of her face. She wasnt moving, but she wasn’t halting me too. I came to her ears and whispered “nothing happening?” She replied “No”.

I then kept my hand on her chest and said “then why is this breathing so fast”. before i could say anything, she removed her glasses with her free hand and turned and kissed my lips. God, those thick juicy lips just mowed my lips down. Her passion was more than mine. Our kisses was meshing beautifully, locking our lips in a firm embrace as her tongue explored my mouth. But in a minute she pushed me away and said to herself almost “This is wrong.. This is wrong”

By then i was fully lust crazy, i moved behind her blouse, kissing the bare-areas of her back and saying “Its ok.. no one will know.. relax and have fun” I could see she wanted me badly, but she was controlling herself. my hands moved into the seductive regions of her hips from behind, tickling her soft tummy and navel.. This was turning her on so much, she then just turned around with a serious face and said “Fuck me”

I smiled and we kissed again. what joy there was. We walked kissing towards the bed room. I pushed her on the bed hard, came down on her like a hungry lion, stripped her blouse and saree of with force, she pretended to be shy about her breasts. But i told her “Let me eat your breasts, i’ve dreamed so long about them”. Her beautiful 34D breasts were shapely, not lagging down for a woman of her age. A round aerola and those juicy tits. I licked her breasts in sheer delight.

I then bit and pulled her tits with my teeth. pretended to eat those breasts with my whole mouth. I almost orgasmed by rubbing my chin against her breasts again and again.. so soft and so supple. I then moved myself down to that benign lovely hips..

That shapely hips had driven me crazy forever.. I bit them with a force that made her scream a bit. sucking her deep long navel gave me intense delight., Any man loves a woman with sexy hips, but for a woman of 45 to have such curvy flesh structure was mind blowing and i complemented her “Sarla, u have an amazing structure”. She said “I know.. I have always caught you watching”

Enjoying myself on the nude top half for a long time, i unzipped my pants and under-wear. now i was fully nude in front of her. She first said “Sheee” when she was saw me naked, but then watched me from top to dick and said “That is a good body u have”. i just prowled on her again and we kissed for a good ten minutes.. i was breathing fast.. I wanted to lose my virginity.

I struggled to open her lower saree half and petticoat. she smiled and helped me loosen it.. she said “Easy.. Easy..” I just saw her black wet panty.. i removed it eagerly as i heard her moan .. A hairy pussy, but still i wont forget seeing a woman’s vagina for the first time in my life. i spent 5-10 minutes just sitting naked and touching it.. It felt like a thick lipped pussy., my fingers were roaming around her inner thighs.. her throat was making sucking noises. she was enjoying being touched in her clitoris.

I turned myself to her side and lied down behind her comfy ass. What an awesome butt she had.. 2 beautiful round ass cheeks. holding herself tightly from behind, my hand cupping her breasts, my legs wrapped around her tall long thighs, my erect dick moving softly on her ass, my free lips kissing her shoulders.. i told her “Now i am completely connected to you.. you are me and i am you” .. I could how her body was shivering in my grasp and her biting her lip sexily.

Next area i focused were her sexy long legs. I love a woman’s legs.

I mounted myself on top of her , almost like taking a push-up and as i bent down, my 6’5 dick entered with force into her pussy. it felt like a minor electric shock thru my body. the pleasure was amazing. It felt like a cool jelly was on the tip of my erect dick. I knew it was the fluids from her pussy when she became wet.. It just eased my entry. her leg spread to help me fuck better.

With every entry, my speed increased.. I held the sides of her fat hips to get a good grip.. my dick throbbed harder, my body felt lighter.. and then i felt a tremor spreading through my hips to my legs, i knew i was going to cum.. sensing the height of my pleasure . Her moaning was making me even hotter.. i screamed “ahhhhhh amm cumming” and the white sperm thickly rushed through and crashed thru the walls of her deep pussy.. I rolled off her feeling like a satisfied man..

With my head on her chest i remarked “I never knew one day i would lose my virginity to you, thank you sarla” and kissed her nipple. she said “We are only beginning to have fun..” I looked surprised, and she pulled my hand and we walked butt-naked to the bathroom and took a steaming hot shower enjoying each others bodies.

And thats how for the rest of the time my friend was away i enjoyed amazing sex with Sarla in various ways and became an expert in erotic adventures.

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Boning My Best Friend’s Mom – Part 2