Sexual Adventures With Mom And Others
My college days were a confused state. I always was horny. I constantly went with many methods to satisfy my urges but all left me urging for more. Like groping my mom’s boob in sleep, like licking my sister’s neck and putting my hand inside her t-shirt to cares her budding tits, while she was sleeping. My dad was a doctor, my mom was a doctor and my sister was one year older than me. My dad was never around for me, he was always busy famous doctor, he mostly had night shifts, maybe because of that, I had no one to guide me. The craving never stopped, it kept growing on me. While in my 12th standard like every other kid I was going to tuition. The institute was run by a govt school teacher his name was Ramakrishnan. He was an orthodox Brahmin. He used the top floor of his building for running the institute and the ground floor was his residence. There were different teachers for different subjects. The owner’s wife Sridevi was also a teacher. She was an expert in chemistry. I was a very smart kid in the class. As a result, most teachers at my school and the institute knew me very well. I was very close with all the teachers because I genuinely loved learning. I was always a curious one. The owner Ramakrishnan was a friendly teacher. He liked me for my smartness. I was in his list of centum scorers in final exams, all teachers would have that list, I was in it. So he was very open to helping me, anytime I could call him. He would ask me to come over to his place to clear my doubts. Once I was in his residence around 8 pm in the night. Ramakrishnan was very tensed, he was sweating profusely. He also looked pale. He ignored it and was very intense in brainstorming with me about mathematics. But I was worried because I knew the symptoms of the most disease because my dad’s brains rubbed on me. I stopped Prof.Ramakrishnan and told him, “Sir you don’t look good, is something bothering you?” “Nothing Ragu, just tensed, nothing much,” I was not satisfied with an answer, but I continued with my doubts. He was turning pale by the minute. He was turning whiter than he already was. “Sir seriously you don’t look good, please tell me what it is.” Before he could say any words he fainted and fell unconscious. I was dumbstruck. I didn’t know what to do. I quickly ran to their bedroom and knocked on it. There was Sridevi, she opened the door. I was sweating, and she knew something was wrong She could see it on my face. I have never seen her out of the class, she was an orthodox woman, or so I thought. This time she was wearing pajama’s shirt and pant. I have never known she had such big ones. I forgot my maths teacher, who was unconscious in the hall. I was admiring her beauty. She was around 34 years old, brilliant woman with great stunning and freakishly hot body, but she doesn’t know that. I guessed her boob was around dd size. She had a 4-year-old kid, whom I saw was sleeping in the bed, through background behind her. “What is it Ragu?” I snapped out of the imagination. “Sir just fainted, he seems to not respond, please come to the hall!” She came running to the hall. She was shocked. She ran towards him, he was on the floor in between the sofa and the tea table. He was one of the floors like a dead corpse. She was crying uncontrollably, I went and pulled her back. “Madam please, we should take him to the hospital. My dad is a doctor.” I knew most people there, also the ambulance guy was a frequenter to my house because of his work. I had is the personal number. “Please be calm Sridevi.” The ambulance was in their house within 10 minutes. We reached the hospital in another 11 minutes. Everything was ready at the hospital because dad was powerful there. The stretcher rolled in, he was immediately taken in, without much formality or any such sorts. Within another 5 minutes, he was given diagnosed with an early stage of the mild heart attack. He was given blood dilators and oxygen pump was attached. My dad came into the room. “Nothing to worry madam, he is alright, he had a mild attack, but nothing to worry now, in the future he will need regular exercise and low cholesterol foods. That’s it. Also, he will need to keep him for the night for observation, no biggie.” She was relieved. She was watching him sleep. I went and spoke to my dad if I could stay for a while. He seemed ok with it. It was around 12 in the night. Both of them fell asleep. I came back to the room. The room was silent and there was no one around. Sridevi was sleeping on the chair, with her head tilted backward. Ramakrishna was also in his deep sleep. I was turned on by her body. She should have been a model, instead, she chooses to marry this loser Ramakrishnan who was having a heart attack at the age of 40’s. I went near her, tried to wake her by putting my hand on her shoulder. She was deep in her sleep. I was looking at her wonderful body. I quickly checked if the door was shut. It was. Her legs were stretched and her head tilted back, leaving her boobs very big. It was trying to breach out of the nightgown. I again tried to wake her, this time on her chest just above her boobs. It was a horny feeling. Still nothing. I now carefully went and undid just her top button, and spread the collars as much as possible. I could get access to her wonderful cleavage. I went behind her chair, to get a deeper view of the boobs. God was a bitch, he was testing me to the utmost here. Now I tried to pull the shirt to one side so that I can see her bra strap. It was so hot. I was sweating like a pig, the thought of getting caught by my dad or my teacher was both frightening and thrilling. It was a mixed feeling and that gave me more courage to go ahead and touch her. All I needed was an excuse. This time I went out and got a blanket and a memory foam pillow from the nurses. Came back. I was staring at the meat that was sleeping on the chair uncomfortably.