My Sexy Mom’s Encounters – Part 1

My Sexy Mom's Encounters - Part 1
Hello, my name is Pulkit. I was around 18 years old when this letest Indian sex story I am about to tell you happened. Me and my family used to live in Delhi, in GK 2 to be precise. Now that we no longer live there, I can give out details without any worries. We had a nice 3 BHK apartment in Mandakini Enclave. My dad was still in the army holding a prestigious position at that time. It was really fun for me because all of my dad’s friends were cool and his subordinates were basically like school friends. Everyone in the colony had great respect for us. My dad was just a regular bad ass: a well built army man with a moustache. Now let me introduce one of the protagonists of the story – my mother: Poonam. Mom was 40 years old back then, was not working and used to hit the gym regularly. Everyone in the colony liked her because of her polite behaviour and dislike for bitchy gossip. She had a lot of friends in and out of the colony. Time: 7:00 am (sometime in the past) My mom was jogging all the way back home from gym with her pals Sanjana (a short BBW ish woman who also happened to be my friend Rana’s mother) and Swati (a tall, petite and fair skinned lady with a hawkish nose). Mom is in the middle of them and the extreme features of both Swati and Sanjana made her look like, “the perfect female specimen”. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail. She was wearing a peach t-shirt and grey yoga pants. Her 36D jugs bounced rhythmically in the morning air. A solitary Autowallah in the distance groped at his crotch while smoking a beedi, savouring the smoke as well as the delightful sight. Swati glanced at Mom’s ample posterior and tried to look at her own. They passed by three men in shorts jogging in the opposite direction. They turned back to look at the booties; a small bubbly one, a big fat one and the perfect one. The three Musketeers reached the entrance of the colony. The security guard, a man in his 50s said good morning madam to each of them separately. He would look in their eyes and dare not look elsewhere even if they had no clothes on. I mean, we were influential people after all. They stopped to exchange pleasantries with the old retired colonel Raj Singh and continued jogging until Sanjana and Swati took their respective routes. Sanjana gave Mom her usual hug, tits brushing against each other and Sanjana feeling up Mom’s lower back. Our house was the last on the block, we could see one of our community parks from there. My buddies Rana and Nishu were returning after their morning football match. Upon seeing my mom Rana babbled, “Namaste… err.. I mean good morning, aunty”. Mom looked back at him with a smile and said, “good morning, beta (son)”. Nishu said, “good morning, aunty” in a deeper tone than usual. Who the fuck is he trying to be? Sinatra? Elvis? Mom looked back at him and smiled displaying her pearly whites and said, “good morning, Nishu”. And she jogged towards the building but stopped abruptly to correct a wedgie and climbed upstairs. Rana looked at Nishu and said, “iss duniya mein jannat hai toh woh Pulkit ki mommy ki chooth mein hai” (if there is a heaven on the earth, it’s inside Pulkit’s mom’s pussy) “She calls you beta (son), motherfucker”, Nishu said laughing. Rana: Fuck off Nishu: How’s your mom? Rana: Go to hell. Nishu: Tell Sanjana aunty not to lock the door, I am coming down tonight! Rana: Why don’t you tell her yourself? Silence Rana smiles at Nishu slyly Nishu: Dude! They walk away. Delhi boys!! Mom rang the doorbell, I opened the door to find her standing with her hands on the sides of her waist, panting like a dog. Mom: Good morning, beta. Me: Did you jog all the way up here? Mom (out of breath): Yes. I wondered if she pants like that when she is in bed with dad. I ran that visual in my mind absently for a moment and scrapped it away. Mom smiled and took off her shoes, kept it on the shoe rack in the room and went inside. Our maid Sudha was already here and she was cooking. The faint waft of food being prepared hung in the air. After a while Mom came to me. Mom: The water heater is not working. Me: Really? It was working yesterday. Mom: I know but now it’s not working. Me: Are you sure? And she said, “duh” like how a teenage girl would say it. The animated face of my mom made me chuckle. Me: I will call Raju, the electrician. Mom: alright. Sudha (having overheard our conversation): Madam, I will heat some water for you on the stove. Mom: No need for that. Sudha: It won’t take much time. Mom: Ok. Mom took a warm bath and I took a cold shower. Time: 9:00 am We were at the table for breakfast and mom was wearing an off-white kurti and yellow leggings. She was sitting at the table with her hair loose. She reminded me of the actress Minissha Lamba. Mom looked like a more mature version of Minissha Lamba except taller and with a fuller figure. Mom: Did you call Raju? Me: He’s not picking up. I’ve been trying for more than an hour now. Mom: Did you call the office? Me: Yes. They’re not picking up either. (Our colony has an office which is basically an office for the security personnel, the plumber, the electrician and so on. Lately Raju has been in charge of attending calls in the office. You can call the office anytime between 6 am and 11pm.) Mom: The office people are not picking up the phone, huh? Hmm. Me: I will go and check, mom. Mom: No, I will take care of it. Me: Hmm, ok. Mom walked into the office and found Raju sleeping with his head down on the desk. Mom (a little furious): HELLOO!! Raju woke up. Raju: What? Mom: I have been calling the office for two hours and you are sleeping? Raju: CALM DOWN! Mom (furious): How dare you shout at me? You are telling me to calm down! Raju realising he was a bit too loud and still in sleepy stupor, started apologising to Mom profusely. Raju was obviously scared of my dad.

His torrent of apologies calmed my mother and even made her forget about what just happened. He told Raju about the issue and Raju said that he would come down immediately. Mom: Can you come with me right now? Raju: Let me take my things, madam. Mom started walking and Raju was behind her following a her trail. He looked around and occasionally laid his eyes on my mother’s buttocks. Raju was a lean guy, a couple inches shorter than my mom and he had a wheatish complexion. He wore a simple clean formal shirt and trousers which was ironed. While climbing up the stairs, he tried to avert his eyes from my mom’s ass but his eyes kept returning to the motion of her shapely bums and I was pretty sure she knew this. Once they reached the apartment, I opened the door and said something like “what’s Raju?” or something. Mom: I will show you the water heater. Raju: Ok, madam. Mom took Raju to the bathroom and showed him the water heater. Ours was a spacious bathroom. The toilet was on the left, the sink and the mirror on the right and the shower room straight ahead with the water heater mounted to the wall. Raju: I will have to take it down to repair it. Mom: You do whatever is required. I want my water heater working again. Raju assured mom he was gonna repair it. Once the water heater was brought down, he told us what was wrong with it and how he was gonna repair it. Then me and mom went to the hall, sat down and talked for a while. She asked me a little bit about Raju and about school and some random stuff. After that, she picked up a newspaper and put on her glasses. I took a magazine and started daydreaming, thinking random thoughts and all that. I remembered this time when me, Nishu and Rana were having a smoke and Rana said, “Your mom is hot”. Nishu joined in by saying, “Yaar teri maa toh maal hai” (Dude, your mom is a hottie). I laughed and said, “Saale tharki love”(bloody horndogs) and all of us laughed. Conversations like this were very normal because we were best friends and we were very open about our feelings. I remember this time when I asked Rana if his mom likes it in the ass and Rana had said, “she would love to take two cocks up her ass”. We were the typical Delhi boys!*sigh* I started thinking about Raju. Me and my friends were nice to him, would occasionally roast him though. He was 27 years old, had a skinny matchstick of a wife and went to his house on weekends. He loved the drinks he had with us every once in a while. Then after a while I came back to reality, looked around for mom and found that she was not in the hall. I walked towards the bathroom and saw a sight that shocked and intrigued me at the same time. Mom was standing outside the bathroom looking through the door that was ajar. There was maybe 3 inches of space. I looked through that space from a distance and saw a python of a penis. A moment later, it vanished. Apparently Raju was taking a leak and was not conscious of the door. I returned to the hall before mom could turn back and soon mom also returned. I couldn’t really process what I had just seen. After 5 minutes, Raju came out and said to mom that he was done. We waited for a while for the heater to function so that we could be sure it was good. The heater was properly functioning and mom was relieved. Mom was rather impressed by his work and how quickly he repaired it. She took Raju’s right hand with both her hands and said, “thank you, Raju ji” Raju: No need to thank me, madam. I am just doing my job. Mom tried to give him some money but he refused. Mom was all of a sudden very friendly with him and that was interesting. Then mom asked me to walk him to the door and I said yes. I took him to the hall and showed him the door. Me: There is the door. Get lost. I winked at him and he smiled back. I walked towards the bathroom, the door was ajar and mom was inside and I could see this from a distance. So I looked closely to find out what she was doing. She was poking at the toilet seat with her index finger and after 4 or 5 pokes she brought her finger to the mouth and sucked on it and repeated this a couple times. Then I realised that she was tasting Raju’s piss! That guy must have spilled a few drops on the toilet seat. Doesn’t lift up the toilet seat to pee, what a bastard! At that moment I thought, “weird stuff man, I need a smoke” and I went out for a smoke. That night I woke up to a sound from the bathroom. I walked towards the bathroom and kept my ear on the door. It was my mom (no ghosts or anything), she was moaning like those girls in porn. She was moaning with pleasure and saying stuff like, “Raju, give me that dick”, “Oh Raju”,”Do you like what you see, Raju?” Wait, has she been watching a lot of poem lately, I wondered. To be continued. Please post your comments and feedback below.