To start with I am a decent innocent guy from a rich and affluent family. Born in India but bought up in London. And now I am back in country from last 3 years looking after my family estate.
Enough of boring shit and let’s talk about how everything started. So this goes back to the time when I was in my bachelor’s college studying business & economics. I had a girlfriend who lived in India with her family and I used to visit her once a month. We had a chill relationship and things were fine. But the queen of this story is her MOM. Oh boy what a beauty she was, somewhere in early forty’s, with a plump figure, wheatish complexion, long hair, wide smile. Figure to die for, the stats were 38,34,38. And yes her name is Radha. And I call her Rads.
She was the only reason I used to hang at my girlfriends place quite often. We shared an amazing bond she knew I have had a bunch girlfriends before but I loved her daughter enough. We used to have a good talk on whatsapp. Generally about business, some shitty kitty party stuff and a bit of gossips from here and there. Also, a few times when she was feeling low I flirted a bit which she didn’t mind.
Once in a conversation she asked, “why are you so mad behind my daughter, I know you have a good female following?”
To which I replied, “Ah, I could tell you the reason but you will be mad at me so lets just chuck this”
Rads, “okay good boy, now tell me the reason or else we are not talking anymore”
Me, “acha okay, I started dating her because she is YOUR daughter”
Rads, “What does that even mean?”
I had no clue how did I say this but I replied, “okay so I saw you in arora uncle’s party for the firST time and you were looking one hell of a bomb. That green net saree and sleeveless blouse oh damn that just blew my mind that day. Then I asked a cousin of mine and he told me you are renuka’s mother and I couldn’t believe that you were her mother. I dropped the plan of even approaching you and started talking with your daughter. Because she is your exact copy.”
After this she just replied, “haha now I know why renuka’s always praises your flirting skills.”
I couldn’t sleep that day with fear that what if she tells this to renuka.
The next morning I saw a text from renuka saying her mom needs some help in settling few debit accounts and she is going for weekend party at a friend’s farm house. So being a business guy if I could help her out. I obliged and said a Yes.
By evening I was at renuka’s place, she was getting ready for the party and I was n the living room waiting for her to show up. In the meantime Rads came out of the kitchen with tWo glasses of wine and some chips. And I couldn’t believe my eyes, she was in the same green net saree. With the same sleeveless blouse with light lipstick and an inch of cleavage peaking from the blouse. She came near me to hand over the glass of wine she bent a bit and booyeahh I was ogling at her deep cleavage right in front of me. She was me staring gave a smile and walked off. I had a rush of emotions in my head. And my dick couldn’t stay calm. Renuka was ready to leave I bid her a good bye and started looking in the accounts. Meanwhile rads came out of her room and I could see her buttocks in perfect shape swaying as she walked.
I focused on accounts and she came and sat besides me, I was checking her out the whole time to which she said’ “I hope you are looking in the right direction.” I knew what she wanted but played a bit longer. Adjusted my dick such that the tent was visible. She couldn’t resist but asked, “I hope you were talking about the same saree yesterday & I hope the tent in your pant was the same when you saw me for the first time.” “Oh, yes yes this is the same saree I was talking about.” I replied.
I had it enough I couldn’t control any longer. Now my brain stopped thinking and I put the laptop aside and said, “There are much bigger accounts to settle then these.” I turned to her I could hear her heart beats, the moist sweat drops near her lower lip. It all drove me crazy and I just planted a kiss. Her eyes were closed I broke the kiss to check on her. She just pushed me on the sofa and came over me. Sat on my belly opened her hair and we started kissing wildly. The sweat drops, the lipstick, the wine, and her saliva I could taste them all.
We were kissing as if there was no tomorrow. The kiss kept on getting slurpy and we got more wild and kinky. My hands reached for her saree pallu and I just threw it aside. The deep cleavage from her blouse was driving me more crazy my fingers were gliding around her navel tickling her waist and caressing her back. She then broke the kiss got up and looked at me. I could see the lust dripping from her face. She just bit her lower lip and I got mad. I made her get off my stomach and pulled her saree out now she was standing in front of me with a sleeveless blouse and her black panty. Her mangalsutra was dangling in betweem her boobs. And she was already wet with sweat all around her chest and armpit.
I went near her and turned her around placed my hard dick on her ass crack and kissed her neck. I was licking away all the droplets of sweat from her skin and my hot breaths sent shivers down her spine. My hands were unbuttoning her blouse in front and I took ii off in a swift. She was now just in her sexy black lingerie. She turned and threw away my tshirt and unzipped my pants. I started licking her neck, sucking her earlobes and licking all the way down to her shoulder. I raised her hand up and sniffed her armpit the smell of sweat and a sweet perfume made me lick her armpit clean. She was shivering and clinging my hair, pushing my head more in her armpit.
This is it for the first part. Will get back with the second part soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i2u16y/how_i_fucked_my_gfs_mom_part_1