Friend's Hot Mom - Fuck Buddy
Hi everybody this is VIVEK, this is my first ever experience shared at Indian sex stories so please don’t mind any mistakes. Ever since I hit puberty I always felt I had a thing for matured ladies and basically elder women i.e the so called milfs and cougars. So this was my first time experience with a woman and it happened to be my friend’s hot mom. I’m not here to boast about myself as a hunk and an athletic body and stuff. I’ll keep it simple, I’m basically from Bangalore and this incident happened during first year of my under grad college. I started my college right after my 12th while my friend took a break because he wanted to repeat his entrance exams to get into a better colleges. So I had known him ever since school, He repeated his entrance tests, got into a good college in Mumbai his home city, basically they had moved to Bangalore few years back because of his dad’s work and since things dint work out well with his parents they had to go in for a divorce and that was during our 12th grade. So now they were planning to Mumbai because his Mum’s parents had settled in Mumbai and she also got an option from her company to work from Mumbai itself. His college was starting sometime in August so they planned to leave Bangalore by the end of July. So coming to the incident since Dhanya aunty had gone through the divorce recently, she used to often breakdown because of the past incidents and often cry about the same, I noticed a few times when Keshav wasn’t there. She was a very independent and understanding lady, she dint want Keshav to get affected by all the incidents and her crying because she felt it would disturb his studies. So I had tried consoling her at times and told her she could share her problems with me if she felt the need. I never had any dirty feelings for her but I always felt like I should helppeople in their bad times that was my nature. She often thanked me for being so caring and understanding about people. Once when Keshav had gone to Mumbai for the Admission and stuff to his new college, aunty couldn’t make it because of her work commitments. Keshav called me one evening and asked me to rush up to his house and send a few documents which he had left back by mistake. So I went to his place and asked aunty where she was because the flat was locked, She told me she would reach in sometime, I picked the documents and went and mailed the same from the Courier service nearby. I went back to aunty’s place and since the door wasn’t locked and I rang the bell a few times and entered I saw aunty sitting on the sofa and crying. I went upto her and tried consoling her she told me uncle had divorced her because he had an affair with one of his office colleague. She broke down because she felt cheated and heartbroken. I sat there letting her cry her heart out and consoled her and told her to start new life back in Mumbai, I told her to forget everything that had hurt her and made her feel bad, She cried for quite some time and after all my words of encouragement and consolation. She felt better and she prepared coffee for the two of us. We sat in the balcony talking about all the changes she needed to get in her life in work as well as focus on Keshav as well. I don’t know if it was the coffee or the cloudy weather or me, aunty came very close to me and I could feel her breath against my face and she gave me a tight hug and then again she came closer and held me and gave a little peck on my lips, she repeated the same again just seconds later, this time we smooched for a minute. It felt nice my first kiss savoring the lips of a matured beauty. Suddenly I stopped it and told aunty that it wasn’t right on my part to do this, She felt bad and told me Vivek I know it’s not a thing that is supposed to happen between us and told me that she always liked me because I was very understanding and mature enough to be with her through her problems and also helped her in many ways. She asked me to consider this as a favour for her because she felt she could trust me on things like this. She also spoke about how lonely she had felt since her divorce and before actually. She asked me to think of her as just woman trying to satisfy her needs and not my friend’s mom. I felt better after a while, we were on the sofa and the silence acted as the green signal for her. She came and sat right on my laps and we smooched like a newlywed couple. Let me describe Dhanya aunty for you’ll, Dhanya is about 5’6 in height almost my height. She has a solid wheatish fair complexion with a right amount of fat to justify her hot curves. Her tits were the best part and her tits boasted her busty figure and she had a nice curvy stomach and crazy booty which complimented her figure rightly. She carried herself really well and that added to her confident personality. She had some nice silky hair which came down till her shoulders. She was an 8/10 for a woman her age. Her navel and cleavage were her prized possessions when she wore sarees. We were kissing and exploring each other on the sofa, both our hands running all over each other, the bell rang we quickly separated ourselves and I went to the bedroom while she went to answer the door. It was her maid who had come to cook dinner, Dhanya aunty sent her off telling that she was going out for dinner. I called my mom and told her that I was going over to my friends place and will come home in the next day. Aunty came back into the room, she pushed me down onto the bed as soon as I finished my call and she came right over me. I got up and we both started explore each other, I removed her white kurti and she removed my t-shirt, I got up and pulled her pink leggings down and She was in her white undergarments, I removed my jeans and with my boxers on I lied on top of Dhanya aunty we both feasted on each other like a honeymoon couple. I kissed her across her neck and teased her around her ears.