Fucked my classmate's mom in the asshole
Hi readers, I’m Sarfaraz Khan bringing you another incident of mine. I’m a 23-year-old male from a South Indian city belonging to a Muslim family. I don’t believe in forcing someone for sex but rather in letting the female or you seduce them. I have written more than 40 stories here. Those who haven’t read them can read and enjoy them. So coming to this incident after I saw her having an affair. Rajesh was one of my classmates who was not much close. His home was in my city, a bit far. So I didn’t use to frequent much to his house. I may have gone maybe just twice or thrice before this incident. They were a bit of a low-income family. Their house was small, with a single bedroom, hall, kitchen and bathroom. His parents used to sleep in the small bedroom. Rajesh and his younger sister are in the hall on the floor. So coming to his mom, her name was Geetha. I used to call her Geetha aunty. She was a below-average woman who a normal person wouldn’t give a second look, especially in her attires which usually consisted of simple cotton sarees. Her age was about 40 years. She had a darker complexion, medium height and build. According to my estimate, her height must be 5’6, weight 50 kg and figure 34-30-34. I didn’t have such thoughts about her, nor would I fantasize about her. One day Rajesh was withheld from college for some indiscipline by the staff. They told him to call his parents immediately as they needed to talk to them. His mother didn’t have a phone. His father used to be outside on some temporary business most of the time. So he requested me, with a crying face, to please go and call his mom as I knew their house. I reluctantly went as the house was a bit near to the college. I didn’t call her name and went directly to the small house. I knew the door was loose and couldn’t be latched tightly. I didn’t hear anyone or see anyone. At that moment, I heard some female sounds from the bedroom. It was located across the hall on the other side. Immediately my mind got alert. I tiptoed to the bedroom. The scene blew my mind. Rajesh’s mom Geetha had lifted her saree fully to her waist and, with closed eyes, was inserting a brinjal in her dark black pussy. Wow! My dick was already saluting. I watched her roughly fucking her pussy with the brinjal. At the same time playing with her clit with the other hand. She was murmuring something. But I think she was cursing her husband and son. I was sweating. I didn’t know how to act. Moreover, I had little time relieved from college. So I didn’t go for anything crazy. I returned to the door again and acted as if I had come just then and called her name. She came after 2 minutes and opened the door. Her face looked a bit panicky, but she had settled herself. I told her about the incident and told her to come to college immediately. Then everything was solved that day. But that scene stayed in my mind, and I started making evil plans. I wanted my circumcised dick in her pussy like the brinjal. I made a plan. One day I purposely took leave from college. I waited till Rajesh went to college. I sneaked into their home around 10 am. The neighbourhood was quite silent. I found Geetha aunty in the hall itself chopping some vegetables. She was surprised to see me. I made some excuse that I had a headache and relatives were at home, so I came here. She told me you could rest, no problem. I started striking up a friendly conversation with her. She was quite open. She told me everything about her. Their financial condition and her husband’s drinking habit ruined them. Suddenly she became emotional while speaking. I calmed her down, saying, “Aunty, don’t worry. Everything will be alright. I’ll always be there for any help.” She was happy. I tactically went to the topic of her physical needs and asked how often her husband stays at home, how’s his health etc. I think she got to know what I was asking. She was avoiding sensitive topics. In between, I sneaked the thing I had seen. Me: Aunty, last week when I came to your house to call you to college, I entered inside till your bedroom without permission. Sorry aunty. She started sweating and tense. I told her what I had seen. She started denying it. I told her it was ok I won’t tell anyone or do anything wrong. I told her that I understood her physical needs had to be fulfilled. She again started crying. This time she kept her head on my shoulder. I felt something strange. I, too, held her head and consoled her. Me: Aunty, I am here to help you in any way I can. Don’t worry. It will be our top secret. I won’t force you for anything. Saying this, I started rubbing her back near the exposed portion of her blouse. Her skin felt smooth. Her breathing got heavy in my arms. She wasn’t trying to move away. I continued caressing her back lower and lower and finally reached her ass. She wasn’t resisting, so I gently grabbed it and gave it a light press. She moaned, “Mhhhhh.” I broke the hug now and moved my face close until she closed her eyes and gave herself. I chewed her lips roughly, pushing my tongue inside her mouth, passionately kissing her. I was now grabbing and pressing her ass which was firm and muscular due to her hardworking. She hugged me tightly, pulling me towards her. I felt her boobs crush on my chest, and my erect dick rubbed her lower portion. After about 5 minutes of kissing, we separated. She locked the main door and called me to the bedroom. I pushed her into the bed and started kissing again. Her saree pallu was aside now, giving a view of her lovely cleavage with the black mangalsutra hanging in between. I grabbed and pressed her bosom over the blouse while kissing her again. She was getting crushed under my weight. Soon I made her sit, removed her saree, and unhooked her blouse and bra. She was naked above. Wow!! Her dusky boobs were tremendous.