Long Wait And Finally Fucked A Hot Milf
Hi all ISS reader, this your Rocky again back with another hot and erotic indian sexstory. Be ready to get busy with you hands and fingers. For all of you, if you don’t know me, I am Rocky 24 years old live in Bangalore. Have an athletic body and a monster cock which will satisfy any girl or aunty. Please feel free to write to me your feedbacks at [email protected]. Also, welcome all girls and aunties for some sex chat and real fun. Now let’s start with the story. I used to work in the nearby school as a football coach for part time as it was my passion. Like all the weekends, I stood by the window in the room overlooking the street. The afternoon had an autumn-like chill, reminding me of the long-gone days I spent with my ex-girlfriend. As lately, I haven’t been fucking anyone, all my past memories were bombarding my head and that made me horny and soon I was hard. I took a sip from my coffee as I stared at the house of my neighbours opposite to mine. It belonged to my new neighbour, the hot sexy mother who bought it just a month ago. She was divorced and lived with her only two kids. I had seen her many times before, once when she came to greet me as the new neighbour, and several times at the park where I normally used to jog. I never managed to speak with her at the park due to the people around, so the only graphic memory I was left with was when she had visited me at my house. Also, her kids were studying in the same school where I was a coach, but I couldn’t take any chances there either. She had appeared at my door dressed very neatly, a gray skirt flowing a little under her knees, a black belt wrapped around her thin waist, and a gray jacket on top. I had almost lost myself staring at her oversized boobs under her black sweater. She had shaken my hand and told me she was very pleased to be in this neighborhood. I had received from her a basket of fruits as a gift. Before closing the door, I had watched her rounded ass shake back and forth as she crossed the street back to her house. Looking back to the memory, I imagined myself doing nasty things to her. I was beginning to get an erection as I stood by the window. I saw visions that I couldn’t force away from my head. Her lips had that puffiness that you want to fill them up with your cock. I would have led her up to my bedroom and ripped her asshole in my bed. But, it wasn’t that easy. If I wanted to own that body, I needed to talk to her again, make her trust me. When I glanced at her house again, I noticed how silent and tranquil it was. Then, it hit me. It was going to be a harder challenge with her kids around, especially when I am their football coach at school. Retreating to my bed, I lay down there in frustration, thinking about her curvy body that haunted me in every weekend. Was I destined to just jerk off on her? I breathed out an exhale of determination and stood firmly from the bed. I was going to talk to her. The door of my room closed behind me, my feet ravaged the stairs, I headed into the kitchen and I then saw it. The basket of fruit. It’s my only chance to spark a conversation with her. I put in some fruits in it and exited the kitchen. I was walking toward the door in a hurry when suddenly, just a few steps away from the door, I heard someone knock. Confused, I turned the doorknob and pulled the door open. My neighbor stood there with a shy smile. “Good afternoon.” Her head tilted to the side adorably. “Good afternoon. Please come in. It’s a bit cold outside.” Her black boots tapped the wooden floor as she came inside. Closing the door again, I heard say “I have come to pay you a visit again and ask you about my child.” “Your child?” “Yes, I have never really spoken with you about his training in football.” “Oh right. Please do come in.” I ushered her to the couch in the living room. “Is that my basket in your hand?” She pointed out as we walked. I turned toward her with a smile. “I was actually coming to your house just now.” I moved to the table inside the living room and set the basket of fruits in the middle. We sat opposite to each other. “That would have been really kind of you. I was quite lonely in my house anyway.” She saw me raise my eyebrows in surprise. “Yeah, my ex-husband came to take his children. He comes to take them every weekend” A fleeting look of sadness went through her face. “You are always welcome to come to my place.” “Oh thank you. Do you live alone?” She looked around the house, as though expecting to see someone else to pop their head in somewhere. “I’m always as lonely as you are today,” I said laughingly. She gave a gentle laugh. “About your child,” I said as I rose from the couch and took a few steps toward the fridge. “He is doing good, I’ll make sure he’ll make it to the school team soon. So you needn’t worry. Do you want a beer?” I gave her a sideways look. “Beer would be good.” Placing the cans of beer on the table, I sat beside her and felt her thigh brush against mine. “You should be more worried about yourself,” I said, flashing a comforting smile at her. “You are right. I have been too lonely every weekend.” “You could pass the night in here,” I said, taking her by surprise. Ten minutes later, the conversation went on until we became drunk and went upstairs to my room. I pushed her over on the bed and pulled off her sweater. Massive boobs greeted me when I took off her bra. I took in one boob in my mouth and sucked at it wildly, hearing her moan all the while as though she was set on fire. All kinds of juices filled my mouth as I licked her nipples. Her boobs had become dripping all over. Feeling my cock harden to its extreme, I gripped her waist and pushed her further onto the bed. “Oh, God. Yeah, give it to me.” She exclaimed feverishly. I unbuttoned my pants, freed my hard cock and rounded the bed.