Hi everyone, thank you for your response to my previous stories.
A little background to the incident:
Shreya and I were a couple of horny teenagers when we met in college. Soon, we entered a relationship and lost our virginities to each other. My girlfriend Shreya introduced me to her mother, Divya aunty and I had a good friendship with her, hoping that she will one day become my mother-in-law. However, within a year or so, Shreya broke things off with me.
2 years passed on and the college ended. Within a few months, I got to know from one of our mutual friends that Shreya had eloped and married someone from outside her community. As a result, her family had broken off relations with her. I felt nothing at that point as I was over her. Or at least I thought I was.
Fast forward to the current time:
It has been over 11 years since I passed college. I am in a relationship with a girl (Kajal), but we are more like Friends with Benefits. I had forgotten all about my ex-girlfriend Shreya and her heartbreak until a month ago.
I was just roaming around one of the markets in Mumbai on Sunday when I heard someone call my name. I looked around and there was Divya aunty calling out to me and waving her hands. I actually did not recognize her. Not that she has changed much physically, but it took time to register that she is my decade-old ex-girlfriend’s mother.
I greeted her with a handshake and asked about her well-being. She said everything is good. I told her I knew about Shreya eloping. Divya aunty’s smile vanished instantly. She said that Shreya’s dad attempted suicide as he cannot live without his daughter. His life was saved but he was now completely paralyzed. I felt sorry for her family and it re-ignited the old anger and hatred I had towards Shreya.
“Shreya should have never broken up with you”, Divya aunty said. It felt good to hear that my ex’s mom approved of me even though Shreya did not. I gave aunty my contact details and bid her goodbye. While she was walking away, I looked at her swaying ass and that was the first time I thought about my ex-girlfriend’s mom sexually.
Divya’s figure was different from her daughter’s; Divya was chubbier so she had bigger boobs and a bigger ass – just what I like in a woman. She was of decent height (5’5) and was a typical Indian MILF. She was not very fair, mildly dusky. For the first time, I saw how beautiful and sexy my ex-girlfriend’s mother was.
However, I never expected anything to happen between us. But her continually swaying ass and thinking about her miserable life of an eloped daughter and a paralyzed husband made me realize that she just might be open for sex.
I followed Divya to her house without her noticing. I noted where she lived. I secretly followed her throughout the next day to know her routine.
After 2 odd weeks, I “accidentally” bumped into my ex-girlfriend’s mother again at the market. I kept a buffer of 2 weeks to not make her suspicious.
I asked her about uncle. She said the doctors have given up and there is no room for improvement. I suggested to her that my friend was a yoga trainer and perhaps she could help uncle make some movements. I did not have any such friends. I convinced Kajal to play the role of a yoga trainer so I can get a chance to nail Divya. Kajal was reluctant but when I asked her again that night with my tongue lapping at her pussy lips, she agreed instantly.
The next weekend, I visited Divya’s home with Kajal. While parking just outside Divya’s home, I made Kajal completely nude in the car, went to the backseat and started eating her pussy with her legs spread and rested on the front seat headrests. But I did not let her cum just to tease her.
We straightened ourselves and went inside the house. While Kajal tried to help uncle move some limbs (she was just doing time pass), I and my ex-gf’s mom sat in the living room, sipping tea.
Divya: Kartik, I cannot thank you enough. Even after how my daughter treated you, you are helping us so much.
Me: It’s no problem, aunty. What happened between me and Shreya was more than a decade ago.
While sipping tea, I tried to look around aunty’s pallu to get an idea about the exact size of her breasts. Looking at the bulge in the blouse, I figured she was at least a D cup. I started getting a hard-on, but it was not visible as I wore jeans.
We finished our tea and she took our cups and started going to the kitchen. As she just stood up after sitting for a while, her saree was stuck between her ass cheeks and I got a clear idea about the shape of her ass.
While she was in the kitchen, I quickly went to the bedroom where Kajal was with uncle. I could not believe what I saw. Kajal was rubbing uncle’s crotch from over his pants. I got scared at first but then realized that uncle cannot speak or do anything.
I got turned on by Kajal’s sluttiness. I grabbed her and started kissing her right there in the bedroom. We broke off our kiss after a few seconds.
This became a routine for us almost every weekend. We used to visit uncle aunty. I ogled at aunty while Kajal had fun with uncle. Gradually, even uncle started liking Kajal’s sluttiness as we could see a slight smile on his face whenever Kajal touched him. I, on the other hand, had gotten nowhere close to nailing Divya. She was a straightforward Indian woman with morals and stuff.
One Saturday, while I and Divya were sitting and talking in the living room, Kajal did a crazy thing. She got fully naked and sat on uncle’s limp dick. Kajal later told me that even when limp, uncle’s dick was at least 7″ long. She started fucking him and uncle was also smiling, looking at her. Unaware of all this, I sat in the living room while Divya said she will go get some pillows from the bedroom.
As soon as my ex-girlfriend’s mom entered the bedroom, she screamed in shock. I rushed there to see Kajal naked, still sitting on uncle while uncle was just staring at Kajal’s boobs. Divya started beating Kajal and kicked her. Kajal wore her clothes and left the house. Divya came into the living room and started crying.
Me: I am so sorry aunty, I did not know my friend would do that with uncle.
Divya: It is not your fault, it is okay. I am angry at my husband. For years, I tried to please him even though he cannot respond but he never acknowledged my effort. For the first time in years, I saw him smile when that bitch was naked on top of him.
Somehow, I got the perfect opportunity that I was looking for. I figured that aunty was angry at uncle and had always been angry at Shreya and that gave me the perfect chance to seduce her.
Me: I am sure uncle did not mean to hurt you..
Divya: But he did! All men go crazy when they see a young woman. Even someone as old as your uncle.
Me: Well, I am an exception to the rule. I think older women, especially beautiful women like you, are much better than young women.
Divya laughed a little and then wiped her tears.
Divya: Thank you, Kartik. You have supported us so much for a month or so.
Me: Please aunty, don’t thank me. I would anytime prefer talking to you and spending time with you than doing anything else on weekends.
Hearing this, Divya blushed but she hid it from me by turning around.
I just decided that it was enough. It was time to take the plunge. I went near Divya, she had her back to me. I bent forward and kissed her nape. Divya instantly moved away from me. She was still not facing me.
I again went near her, took her in my arms, turned her around, looked her in the eyes and slowly and gently leaned forward. She was expecting me to kiss her lips but I kissed her forehead and then her eyes.
I then took my ex-girlfriend’s mother’s face in my hands and placed my lips on hers. She did not respond immediately, and neither did she pull back. I guess she was weighing the pros and cons of what was about to happen. I continued to gently kiss her lips, not bringing my tongue out yet as I did not wish to spook her with impatience.
After a minute or so, Divya started kissing me back. I held her face gently as I started to kiss her lips with more passion. Divya was wearing a green saree while I was in a t-shirt and jeans. Even though Divya kissed me back, she still seemed unsure about this and thus, I decided to take the lead.
I broke the kiss and started licking her chin, her neck, going down to her cleavage. I removed her saree pallu and kissed her cleavage and squeezed her breasts from above her blouse. Divya had her eyes shut and just enjoyed my treatment. I sucked her earlobe, cupped her boobs and entered a finger in her navel. Divya let out a moan and that seemed to have awakened her deep sexual desires.
My ex-lover’s mom now started responding slightly more vigorously and started initiating movements. She got rid of her blouse and petticoat. She was in a white bra and pink panty now. My dick was fully erect and it was painful to be trapped in my underwear and jeans. I quickly stripped and became nude. The thought that I am about to have sex with a woman whose daughter sucked my dick years ago was very kinky.
Divya held my dick and started shaking it. She didn’t need to do that as it was already fully erect. I again bent to her cleavage and started licking and biting her boobs from above her bra.
Divya ran her fingers through my air. She reached behind and unhooked her bra. Simultaneously, I removed her pink panty. We were both fully naked now. Divya’s breasts were a shade lighter than her body, Dark brown areolas surrounded perfect inch-long nipples. There was a heavy bush on her pussy, given her lack of sex life. Her ass was plumb with yummy-looking, fair ass cheeks.
I reached behind Divya, lowered my hands to her ass, cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her in the air. She wrapped her legs around my waist. Although she was a bit heavy, I held her by her ass while we kissed. Her boobs were tightly pressed against my chest. I could feel her hard nipples poking my chest and her wet pussy rubbing against my hips.
My ex-girlfriend’s mom lowered herself a bit until her pussy came in touch with my dick and began grinding on it. I continued to kiss and lick her face and neck. I then let Divya down off me, laid her down on the floor and came over her.
I lowered myself on her, my dick touching her pussy and my lips on her neck. I moved down slightly, my dick now touching Divya’s knees and my mouth over her breasts. I sucked her nipples. I licked all of her breasts while I sucked and squeezed her nipples. Divya kept on moaning.
I moved further down to her navel and kissed it. As soon as I put my tongue on her navel, she jerked up in excitement. I put my one hand on her boobs and with the other hand started fingering her pussy while licking her navel and biting her tummy.
My ex-girlfriend’s mother’s pussy was dripping wet with her juices. I penetrated one finger as inside as it could go into her pussy. Then I inserted a second. Then a third. Divya was twisting and moaning from pleasure as well as slight pain.
Just as I continued fingering her pussy, her body started shivering and she clutched me tightly. I understood that she is just about to orgasm. I immediately stopped fingering. She looked at me in disappointment. I laughed at her cute face.
I moved up on her, positioning my dick on her pussy and holding her face with my lips on hers, and pushed my dick into her pussy. Divya bit my lip in pain and pleasure. I waited for a minute or so to let her calm down. I still had about half of my dick yet to go into her.
Then I gave another push and my dick was inside her. Again, I waited for a minute before I started fucking my ex-girlfriend’s mom. Divya had her eyes shut as she soaked in the pleasure of having a real dick inside her after years.
I started pushing in and out of Divya while she started moaning. I groped her breasts and licked her neck while fucking her. Within a few minutes, Divya had her orgasm. She shivered in my arms and pulled me in a tight hug as she cummed with my dick still inside her.
She stayed in the position for some time. Then she broke the hug, looked at me and kissed me. My dick had gone slightly limp now, although I had not cummed yet. I pulled out of Divya’s pussy.
My dick was wet with her juices. Divya took my dick in her hand intending to give me a handjob. I caught her hair and pushed her head down on my dick. I put my dick in her mouth. Not sure if Divya had ever given a blowjob as she seemed to be new at it.
However, she learned quickly and was sucking my dick to make it fully hard again. Once again fully erect, Divya took it out of her mouth and laid down again on the floor, expecting me to fuck her again. But just then an idea sprung inside my head. I made Divya get up from the living room floor. I caught her hair, getting a little dominant with her and told her to do as I say.
Still grabbing her hair, I dragged her to the bedroom where her husband lay on the bed. Uncle shot up his eyebrows in surprise and shock as he saw me and Divya aunty entering the bedroom fully naked.
I threw Divya on the double bed next to the uncle. I made her go on her fours and went behind her. I and Divya were right in the middle of the bed so that uncle can see us as he could not move his head. He jerked his eyeballs toward us just as I slapped Divya’s ass.
I held Divya’s ass with my hands and tried to shove my dick into her ass. Divya let out a huge scream. Her asshole was super tight. It caused a little pain to my dick as well but I did not stop. I pushed again and still, my whole dick did not go in. I did not care and started fucking Divya’s ass.
I held her hair from behind as if perfectly riding her. Uncle twitched his eyebrows in shock and anger. Divya soon started enjoying it and moaned in pain and pleasure.
Then Divya got more randy and did something that I did not expect. She took out her husband’s dick from under the covers and started sucking it while I fucked her ass. It got me hornier and I started fucking Divya with more passion and force.
I fucked my ex-GF’s mom for some more time before I exploded with an orgasm inside her ass. I reached out to touch her pussy and realized that Divya had another orgasm too.
Uncle had not cummed yet despite the blowjob from Divya. As soon as I cummed in her ass, Divya let go of uncle’s dick, slapped it and put it back under covers. I and Divya laughed as we left the bedroom.
Back in the living room, we sat on the couch, with her in my arms, kissing and relaxing. I thought that I had set out to fuck Divya aunty just so that I could send a picture of us to Shreya as revenge for leaving me. But the way aunty had surrendered to me and accepted me, I did not feel it right so I dropped the idea.
I now visit Divya aunty regularly (mostly on weekends) and we have amazing sex.
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