With My Friend's Mom
Hello people this is Alex again with another story of mine, and this time this lady is a true Pakistani bitch. A pathan. Every one loves to be with these Pakistani bitches, but they are very much difficult to find and bed them. Incidentally I got lucky and that too here in Saudi Arabia. Well It happened this way. At office I’ve a friend of mine, Moin he’s a married guy used to live with his family consisting of his wife and his mother. Both the women were well built and were good looking. We had grouped for sometime in parties and family functions over here and they all know me as a well mannered and educated guy. I used to speak to his wife and mother in a casual way and used to joke with them occasionally. Speaking about Moin’s mother, her name was Yasmeen, she was a beautiful lady and frankly speaking I can’t guess her age, cos she kept herself so fit. Anyways Moin is about 25 years, so you guess what she can be? But she’s the best fuck. she had prettiest mouth I had ever seen; full, pouting lips that needed no lipstick to accentuate. And her body. Her body was in a word: voluptuous. To say I lusted after Yasmeen was an understatement. My incident started this way, as Moin had his in-laws in another distant city of Saudi Arabia. Unfortunately the entire family met with an accident, so Moin had to go over there to attend them, but he had no one to look after his family at home. As it being his mother and father in law, his wife was also very much troubled and Moin too wanted to take his wife along with him. However as it being a distant land and no relatives to take care of his mother, he called me up and asked me to do a favour for him. He wanted me to baby sit his mother for the weekend. To which I gradually agreed, as I had this evil intention in my mind. I packed my clothes and headed to his home, as I reached in; he narrated me the whole story and I promised Moin that I’ll take care of his mother. He thanked me and left for his journey. I told him to call me up for any kind of help …blah blah blah….. Once he left I spoke for a couple of minutes with Yasmeen and after a while she excused for a bath. I made myself comfortable on Moin’s couch, brushing myself through some magazines. I would fantasize about bathing with her. Seducing Moin’s mother, or being seduced by her. I did not much care which way, only that it would happen. Just to be with her in that bathtub sent my heart racing, and my cock hard. To see those large naked breasts, glistening in the hot water… When I heard Yasmeen leave the bathroom and enter her bedroom again, I walked quickly down the hall, my feet creaking the old floorboards. Hopefully the sound of the bathwater would drown out my movements. As quietly as I could, I opened the bathroom door, stripped off my boxers and lowered myself into the tub. It was one of those old porcelain tubs that you see in classic movies; the kind of tub that looked like some kind of white creature on tiny white feet. But the creature was me. I was one horny little monster for doing this, but I fought off any hesitation to turn back. I waited in the tub as the hot water submerged my trembling legs, and then suddenly the bathroom door opened. Moin’s mother looked startled when she saw me, bringing her right hand up to her chest to close the silk robe she wore. It draped over her body like cream, showing off every curve. “A-Alex!” she said. “What are you doing in here? I was about to take a bath!” I didn’t think at all and just started to speak, like an actor who had rehearsed his lines so many times, he can relate them without pause. “I’m sorry Ya—Aunty!. I didn’t see anyone in here, so I thought I’d take a bath first.” “Well, okay,” she replied, and I noticed her looking down into the tub. I was semi-hard. “I’ll take mine after then.” But before she turned to leave, I spoke: “You don’t have to go,” I said calmly. “In fact, I’d rather you stay.” “Alex, don’t be silly, I…” “Please?” Yasmeen looked at me with her tired green eyes. She looked sad and confused. “I…I did have to use the bathroom,” she said, like a small child. “Go ahead.” I said smiling. “I won’t look.” She said nothing, and after a pause, moved to the toilet and squatted. As a gentlemen, I looked away, but could hear the sound of her tinkling. It made my cock tingle, and I could feel myself getting harder. When I heard the toilet flush, I turned back around, just catching a glimpse of her crotch. She was unshaved, like I knew she would be. She was a woman. I patted the water with one hand. “Why don’t you come in?” I said. “There’s plenty of room for the two of us.” But she shook her head in a silent “no” and left the room. Dammit. I cursed to myself. I had made her uncomfortable. When the water level had reached my belly, I shut off the faucet and sank back into my own guilt. I closed my eyes, and almost fell asleep, but woke when I felt fingers combing my bangs. When I looked up, it was my turn to be startled. Yasmeen had returned, and was sitting on the edge of the tub, running her soft fingers through my hair. Her robe was open slightly, and I could see part of her breasts. “Why are you doing this?” she asked softly. “Doing what?” I asked innocently. “You know I’m having problems. You know I’m often alone. You know…” “I know.” I interrupted her. “But I had to. I wanted you so bad!” “But Alex, we can’t!” she said. “You’re my son’s friend! He…” “He’s away,” I responded. “Besides, it’s just a bath.” She paused and thought about this for a moment. “You’re right,” she finally said. “It’s just a bath.” And with that, she stood and let her robe fall to the floor, and with it, my jaw. She was even more gorgeous than I had fantasized.