Real Experience with my friends Hot MoM

This story is when I had just finished my college and was around 20 years old. I met my friend Kiran when I was in High School all the way until I finished my college, I used to like spending time at his house, he was the only child of his parents. Kiran was Gujarati.

His mother would always wear Saree Gujarati style. I never looked at his mother Sandhya sexually until one day when Kiran was at the market and I reached his house and his mother told me he will be back in a little while, she was washing clothes and was a little wet.

I sat in the living room and their bathroom was right across where she was bent over and I could see her huge ass jiggle. Sandhya was not slim but not fat either but just the right amount in the middle range with big breasts and huge ass, when she would walk her ass would shake like jelly. Since she was bending over all the time when she turned a little I could see the deep cleavage that I could peek into all the way due to her big melons. Something stirred in my groin and was feeling excited, I couldn’t believe it! I called her Sandhya aunty and here I was feeling excited upon seeing her cleavage and ass, although I tried to resist looking at her but couldn’t help and would still somehow find myself looking at her assets, a couple of times she saw me looking at her and we both smiled at each other, I had no choice but to start up a conversation and asked her when would Kiran be back, she said soon & continued with her work.

From that day I would find a way to peek at her and quite a few times I would be caught staring at her boobs or ass by her. I would find a way to go to Kiran’s house when she would be alone. Since Kiran lived in a one bedroom apartment flat, they didn’t have individual rooms of their own, after laundry she would keep all her clothes on the bed in the bedroom, I noticed her bra and panties. I had to touch it, I would usually do it either when she would be taking a nap, or she would be in the bathroom for a shower.

I started becoming more courageous and started sniffing her bra and panties thinking it is her breasts and pussy, I would be hard and then run to masturbate as soon as she would step out. She noticed this a couple of times, as time passed and my limits extended, I would kiss in and out of those panties and bra, sometimes leaving it wet with saliva. Sandhya would sometimes step out in her blouse and petticoat to pick up those undergarments after shower and noticed the wet spots, she looked angrily at me but didn’t say anything.

I was kind of scared and wanted to stop, but my prick took over my head and I just couldn’t, but I cannot deny the fact that whenever she would step out to pick up her bra and panty after shower it would be my best time as I could see her wet body under the thin blouse and petticoat I would be able to see her hard nipples, her taught fleshy thighs and her hard brown nipples. But she would run out pick up her stuff and run back inside the bathroom to put them on, and outside I would fantasize on seeing her putting those on.

Time passed by and so did my urge to fuck her. I would masturbate 5-7 times a day fantasizing about her going to her house especially when Kiran wouldn’t be around so I can stare at her body all I want without being caught by Kiran.

One day in the afternoon I went to Kiran’s house and Sandhya told me that he had gone out for a four days to his aunty’s house, I saw this as the golden opportunity and asked her if I can sit for half an hour as there is one at my house, she looked at me suspiciously but agreed I stepped in and sat in the living room right across the bathroom (my usual spot) she started working in the kitchen and then went in the bedroom, on the pretext of using the bathroom I stepped out of the living room and right before entering the bathroom

I saw her folding her clothes while sitting on the floor, the pallu of her Saree was down and I could see the huge and whole cleavage, her big white breasts were being pushed out of her blouse which seemed small in comparison to her blouse which was white in color, I could see her black bra, suddenly I saw a hand pick up the pallu and put it over her shoulder to cover herself, she had seen me staring at her breasts! I was terrified, and immediately rushed in the bathroom while she angrily stared at me.

I waited for about 5 minutes and then came out and without looking at her went and sat in the living room, but while passing the bedroom I could sense that she was still looking at me.