My Breast Stories Part 1: Making Love To My Mom's Large Breasted Friend
This is a story about my erotic experiences with one of my mother’s good friends named disha (name changed), who uses her two very large breasts to satisfy my sexual needs. She is now my sex partner and both of us make passionate love to each other every day and it’s our favourite pastime. Disha and I also have sex with other people and not just with each other. For any feedback about my story, do reach me out at [email protected]. If you are a lady with large breasts, send me a pic of your breasts on this email as well if you like. This story is about the first time I met disha and how I managed to make her fall for me and accept me as her sex partner despite the age difference (she was 32 and I was 18 when I first met her). The first time I saw her was when I was preparing for my 10th standard board exams. I was in my room studying mathematics, a subject so dry that I was waiting for something or someone to make me wet. Due to the exam-pressure, I was not able to have any sexual thoughts at all! At about 2:30 pm, our doorbell rang and someone entered our room and started talking to my mother. I was not very fond of guests in our house so I decided to ignore them and continue studying. At about 3:00 pm, my mother knocked at my door and asked me to stop studying and come out of my room so that she can introduce me to our guest. I felt really annoyed but I opened my door to see a heavenly, divine sight. I saw a woman probably in her thirties with brownish skin and huge lips like those of angelina jolie. She was fat but she had all the fat in the right places with very round-shaped hips and an hourglass figure. She had a huge butt with a shape equivalent to two basketballs stuck together, but the highlight of her body was her two very large watermelon shaped breasts covered out of sight by a dark blue salwar. Her cleavage was invisible making her breasts even more enticing. If you want to visualise her look, google “minka pornstar” and check out the woman who comes in the search. She was the indian version of that woman. All these erotic qualities put together turned me on the moment I set my eyes on her. I was not wearing any underwear and my mini-tower was about to get erect, but thankfully I bent down a little bit to hide my hard penis. “this is disha, my school friend”, my mom said. “hi aunty”, I said while extending my hand for a handshake. When she shook my hand, I felt the skin of her hand: so cold, so soft, so sexy. “ok, go continue studying”, my mom said. But I cannot let her go out of my mind! I couldn’t take the image of her large supple breasts out of my head. I wanted another look at her breasts so I decided to go out of my room and wash my hands in the wash-basin next to the hall. While washing my hands, I decided to intently stare at her breasts. I did so for about 20 seconds, until disha looked at me suddenly. I immediately turned my head away and prayed that she did not notice me ogling at her breasts. She called me out and asked me to sit next to her. Just when I thought I was screwed and she was going to tell my mom about my “sight-seeing”, she asked me about my education and how it was going. My mom told disha that I did not study very well during my tenth standard and that she was looking for a tuition teacher for my eleventh standard. To my surprise, disha told my mom that she used to be a high school teacher and offered to personally tutor me! For free! As long as I helped her with some household errands. My mom jumped at the golden opportunity and took disha’s deal. So, I now had a personal tutor who wanted to help my academics and disha had a student who secretly wanted to see her naked. My mom left the hall and went to the kitchen to get some juice for disha. At that moment, I was alone with her and there was an awkward silence. I decided to say something and told her, “your salwar really looks good on you”. She was taken aback by what I said and told me that her salwar was pretty worn out and even her husband does not like it. I was surprised and sad because I did not know she had a husband! I said, “it really looks good. I like it”. I swear I could see a blush on disha’s darkish face when I complimented her. “thanks a lot! You’re so sweet”, she said with a smile. She then asked me for my phone number and gave me a missed call. Now, I had the number of the woman I wanted to fuck, so that is good progress.Board exams got over and yet disha wanted me to attend her classes even during the holidays. I did not mind going to her classes for two very big reasons. Over the next few weeks, disha taught me my subjects personally in her rich mansion and I helped her out with household work. We started mmsing each other (mms was the whatsapp back in the day). School was hard and it was harder to learn with such a hot teacher. She sent me good morning and good night messages along with a good looking picture of hers in different dresses. I thought she was hitting on me, but then I can’t confirm it for sure since she was married. Months passed and I got to know that disha got divorced. Her husband was caught cheating and had to support her with a huge alimony, but the bastard took away her children and gave her no custody. To make matters even worse, he got her pregnant and wanted to take away her unborn child as well . I couldn’t believe how he could cheat on a large breasted goddess like disha. On the day of delivery of her child, I decided to pay her a visit. When I reached her hospital room, I saw her in a maternity front-unbuttoning type shirt, with an empty cradle next to her and a sad face with tears streaming down her eyes. “he took away my baby!”, she exclaimed. “I have no one to feed my breast milk to”. At that moment, I hugged her and said that I cared for her and I wanted to show her some love.