Meri Pyari Padosan Aur Uski Beti - Part 1
Hi. I am Raj from Chennai. I am a 34 years old and according to my female friends, I look pretty handsome ;-) I am a native of North India and currently stay in Chennai. It is very difficult to hook up with a decent female here in Chennai. And the people are naturally curious about any kind of couple here! I will share some of my true-life experiences. If it kindles your senses in the right way, you may email me at [email protected]. I am willing and looking for discreet no strings attached relationship with females. My girl can be an 18 year old looking for some fun or a 45 year old looking for some, well, fun :-D I live in a well-to-do neighborhood of Chennai. Lot of north Indians here. I was very interested in a particular neighbor family. It consists of 4 members – couple and pretty grown-up children, one boy and one girl. I will narrate my experiences with the mother, Babita (43 years old) and daughter, Mahima (20 years old) in a series. This story is one with the mother. For the first few months after moving into the neighborhood, my contact with the family was minimal except for the occasional greeting. To say that I was not interested would be a lie. But I am shy by nature and take time to open up with opposite sex. Both mother and daughter look gorgeous but the mother is a true apsara in a human life. Vital stats are for suckers but I woud not be able to hold either of their breasts in one hand. And their butts were perfect globes, divided by the necessities of the nature. The same necessity gave us the “other” hole, albeit a place for our penis to rest every once in a while. Back to the story, gradually the occasional greeting changed into small talk, then casual visits to homes for a tea or a coffee or whatever. All the time I would admire her beauty and feast my eyes on those mind-blowing curves. The daughter would be off to college and the son to senior secondary school. Husband to office as usual. I would sometimes work from home and it is during those times I got really close to Babita. Babita is a gorgeous woman who is extremely fair in colour and basically a bbm without the tummy I would say. Not fat but her tummy was reflective of her age and lifestyle and I love it! She would wear normal slawar suits or sarees. Sarees would drive me off-the-edge and I think she knew it. She would never expose herself or try to seduce me. Her manner of speaking and demeanor was enough to drive me crazy about her and dream of her every time I masturbated. Some more time passed and we got closer. Very often while I was at her place talking to her and generally having a good time, her daughter would return from college and sometimes join us and sometimes not. Her daughter is also blessed with the same mind-blowing structure like her mother but not the same flawless skin. But she is the subject of another write-up ;-) My interactions with Babita increased and from tea/coffee sessions, we progressed to phone calls and text chatting. I had started sending her mild sexually-charged messages and she would send mock anger or smilies. It would cause butterflies in my stomach and lightning charge in my dick. She would talk all sorts of tings and I would just listen to her sweet and melodious voice and maybe hmm in between. The barrier was broken in a function of another neighbour. It was a marriage at a farmhouse and we were all staying there for two nights. The first night was lost in various activities and knowing each other. The next day during the main function she was wearing a saree with a blouse which was, for all practical purposes, a sleeveless one. The entire top portion of the blouse was of a netted material from which her fair and flawless skin was clearly showing through. I made it a point to break the barrier that day and tried to flirt with her. She was also game for it I guess as she responded positively to my flirting. There was a lot of physical contact like holding hands while talking, holding arms for photography, which never happened earlier. That night ended there and I had multiple shagging sessions after getting back to our room. I also sent her more charged up forwards and she reciprocated in the same manner. For the first time I thought I had a real chance here. In all this I did not notice that Mahima was constantly trying to grab my attention and flirt with me. I came to know all this later when we were making love. The next day was busy till the baraat and then the usual dance and fun. She was looking ravishing in another saree which had a blouse with short sleeves and almost backless with a thin strap holding it in place and tied at the neck. I was going mad looking at her. And the same day I noticed Mahima. She had worn a ghagra and choli and her choli was also like her mother’s. though Mahima is not as fair as her mother, she is equally hot and very very kinky as I will write in later parts about her and me. After the baraat and usual formalities, it was time to settle down and watch the ceremony. Babita and Mahima wanted to change but for some reason Babita asked Mahima to go and change first with her friends and then she will go. I was with Babita and we were taking part in some group photography sessions. She was constantly holding my arm tightly and my arm was getting pressed in her breast. At first I felt uncomfortable and then I began to enjoy it and I was rock hard! Thank the Europeans for the button-up suit :-D While she was pressing my arm into her breast, I got carried away and moved my arm back and moved my elbow on her breast. She left a quick breath and her grip tightened on my arm. This continued for a few seconds and now it was clear what we both wanted. We were still looking at each other and just enjoying the game. During another pose for a picture, I kept my arm around her and started to caress her smooth back. She was on my left and some random chap on the right.