Heaven With My Lovely Bhabhi Part – 1

Hi, guys and girls my name is Suraj for your valuable feedback mail me at [email protected]. Kik me at suraj2030 or skype me at surajgowdas . This is just a story of my friend am just narrating it for you guys to make you enjoy. I am an engineering student aged 23 studying in one of the most prestigious colleges in mumbai.

This incident happened with me nearly 3 years back when had just turned 18 and thereafter changed my life for good reasons. Sex is an integral part ofmost people’s life.But most of the boys/girls in my age category (18) were certainly an exception to this rule.So here is my indian chudai kahani-though I was very good in studies I always thought of sex. I was fascinated by women’s boobs and used to masturbate thinking about them. Porn, erotic Bollywood films were a great help during that time. Mature women in their late thirties or early forties always interested me which commonly known as milf.There was hardly a day when I didn’t masturbate thinking about women and their assets. Life was just going on like that until she came and changed everything. She turned me into a man. My neighbor’s house was empty for some time asthey had shifted to delhi.

But in june 2008 they rented the place to a gujarati family.The family had 4 members a husband, wife, daughter named neha aged15 and a boy sonu with age 7.The bhabhi as I mentioned above was going to be the reason of all things which happened afterward. When I saw her for the first time I was just left with my mouth wide open appreciating her body. Her name was jaya aged 40 which I later came to know.A perfect Gujarati bhabhi with a voluptuous body measuring 36dd-28- 38 which I measured myself when we had one of our sexual encounters with her mesmerizing breasts and an ass to die for.She wasn’t young with slight wrinkles on face andother parts but again my she perfectly fitted my criteria. She was the milf I was looking for.Days passed and so the bhabhi and her family started interacting with other neighbors. She was sweet, nice-talking lady like other gujaratis.

My mother and she used to interact quite often as there were hardly any other neighbors to talk. They used to talk about families, sarees, food etc.My mother had even told her how I intelligent I amand always stood first in my school years.Whenever I used to come across her she used to smile and ask me about how I was doing, studies etc and then I used to masturbate thinking about her. She used to wash clothes in the verandah of their house in her saree and the extremely fit blouse which used to show her deep cleavage. It was always my routine to have a look at it by finding a reason to go outside and stealing glances at her huge mangoes.She never caught me as I was slightly shy with the very good image in our locality and so she never thought that I will do something like that with her. Whenever my school friends used to come home and see her washing clothes with her huge boobs they always used to tease me that I was so lucky to have a hot bhabhi as a neighbor.Her daughter Neha was in 9th standard.

She wasn’t really hot and had average looks. She was really weak in maths. So when bhabhi and my mother were chatting one afternoon, bhabhi asked my mother whether she knew of any classes or personal tuitions for neha. My mother thought for a while and suggested her if it just a question of maths then suraj would teach her ashe is good in maths.Bhabhi became really happy as she didn’t have to send neha for classes and even told my mom that she would pay me some money for teaching her daughter. My mother bluntly refused it and told her that she would ask me about teaching math to neha. So when mom asked me about it there was no reason for me to say no even thoughi was busy in my first year engineering and even better news was that I had to go to their house forneha’s tuitions and a chance to get close with bhabhi.Being shy I had never visited their place before and so for the first time my mother accompanied me to their home. Bhabhi greeted us warmly and offered snacks, tea etc to us. Neha was also there. After some chit-chat, we came to the main topic I.E. Tuitions.

Bhabhi told me about neha’s studies and her weakness in maths.O boy she was a looking smokin hot in the saree draped around her voluptuous figure with just onefold around her shoulder exposing her deep navel through the transparent saree. I listened to whatever she had to say and told her that I would give my best to improve neha’s maths. After some time my mother left and I started to teach neha.The house wasn’t big so I was teaching neha in the bedroom while bhabhi was cooking in the kitchen. Her husband wasn’t at home as he had a shop so he used to go quite early in the morning and used to come late in the night around 10. I also imagined how pathetic their sex life was and felt sad for bhabhi.I used to come home from college around 4 pm and used to teach neha from 7 to around 8-30. She was above average in studies and was improving quickly while I used to get a hard-on just thinking about bhabhi. Bhabhi was sweet.

She used to offer me snacks, etc and she was happy with neha’s performance as she scored very good marks in semester exams.Bhabhi was really happy and thankful to me. Whenever I used to get a chance I used to catch glimpses of ass or boobs through her saree but things really were not going anywhere with me just masterbating.Many days passed. Like most engineering colleges I had vacationed in december.So I told bhabhi that I would teach neha in the morning around 10 to 11 after which she would go to her school. Bhabhi and neha had no problem. So I started my morning tuitions. My mom used to work in an office from 10-6 so I used to be alone the whole day during vacations. Ihardly had friends in our area so I used to be alone at home watching tv, porn, surfing the internet etc.

One day after the tuitions when I was just about to leave bhabhi casually asked me to stop and have chit-chat with her as she had also become bored with neha in the school and her son sonu playing with his friends, I thought for a while and decided to be there for some time as I myself would have been bored with no one in home except me. So I sat on the sofa in their hall.After some time neha went to the school, sonu was outside playing. Bhabhi came after 5 minutesand sat on the sofa just opposite of me. We started talking about various topics such as from neha’s studies to my college, our neighborhood. All this while I couldn’t stop myself from ogling ather amazing body…man, she was in her forties butshe was one of the hottest women I had seen in my entire life. Jealous of him and I wish I would be in his place fondling bhabhi the way he was.Bhabhi was asking him whether he would eat this and that and he was refusing to say he wanted milk.

So bhabhi told him that the milk is kept in the fridge, so go and take it. But again he refused and started crying by hugging her boobs tightly. I was amazed why he was doing something like that.At the same time, bhabhi realized instantly that indeed he was asking for her breast milk.But she told him that she won’t give it to him as he is now grown up and it is meant only for infants. But sonu was relentless now crying even harder. I waswatching all this without understanding and asked bhabhi what was the matter when she told me that he is asking for her breast milk.I was shocked. Boy as old as sonu asking for breastfeeding. Seeing my puzzled look she told me that sonu was actually breastfed occasionally as he was always very adamant about breast milkand refused to drink any other milk. End of part 1 next part will be updated. Soon. Feedback at [email protected] kik suraj2030 skype id surajgowdas.