Hi, this is Raja from Kolkata. Raja Roy!!!! I’d like to share a most erotic encounter I had with my friend’s mother. We were in the twelfth standard, and I was already fantasizing about older women and had had some hot encounters with some aunties. My friend, Saradindu, on the other hand, didn’t look as though he’d even achieved puberty then. His face was still smooth, no hair on his legs, and whenever I’d talk about sex, he’d put off the topic. Saradindu and his elder brother were staying in the flat above us with their parents. His father used tour a lot, and his mother. His mother was a family friend. That didn’t stop me from fantasizing about her. Mrs. Chatterjee was around 38-40 that time, and whenever I saw her, she used to be in Saree blouse. She had a nice slim figure, just a hint of a stomach, and her blouses drove me wild. She used to always wear blouses which were tight and low cut at the back. And her back was absolutely sexy. She was fair, had a good complexion and an extremely sexy back. I used to always fantasize about seducing her and kissing that sexy back. And she had kind of thick voice that made her sound real hot. That day, I went to Saradindu’s place. He opened the door. I could see Mrs. Chatterjee sitting on the kitchen floor, her one leg stretched out, as she was grating a coconut. The Saree had come up to her knee, and I couldn’t help stare at the milky white leg. I felt like going down and licking it. She caught me staring and immediately reached out and pushed the kitchen door shut. Little did I know then, that in less than twenty minutes, she would be naked with me? Saradindu meanwhile was all excited. “Come into my room”, he whispered. We went to his room, and he closed the door.
“I’ve got a hot novel for you”, he giggled.
“Which one?” I asked. He lifted his bed mattress and pulled out Irving Wallace’s “The Second Lady”. We both sat on the bed, propping our backs against the wall. For those of you who have read this novel, there’s a hot scene you’ll remember. The fake president’s wife in bed with the president. WE both began reading the scene, and I had a massive erection in my pants. “God, I feel like masturbating”, I breathed. “How do you do that?” Saradindu asked. In reply, I unbuckled my pant and reached inside my underwear and pulled my huge erection. Saradindu gasped, “Raja! That’s so. Big…”
“Yes.” I moaned, and reading the scene, I began stroking my cock. Saradindu stared at my erection, hypnotized. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his hand going inside his shorts, and then. The door opened, and in walked Mrs. Chatterjee. She stared at my erect penis, and screamed. “Oh my god! Raja what are you doing? Sarodindu! What is going on?” I stuffed my dick in my undies, quickly pulled my pants, and stood up. “Aunty.” I stammered. “Shut up, you bad boy!” she screamed, her breasts heaving, “Is this you’re teaching my son?” “Mummy.” Saradindu began, but she interrupted: “Shut up!” She held his ear in her hand and twisted it. “Now, you’ll study till I give you permission to come out of the room”. She picked up the book, and turned towards me. “You! Is your mummy at home?” she asked as she pushed me out of the room, and locked the door from the outside, Saradindu inside.
“Aunty”, I whimpered, scared about my mom finding out, “please. I’m sorry… I won’t do it again. Please…”
Mrs. Chatterjee looked at me. Then she said, “Come here”, and led me into her bedroom. “Sit”, she said, more softly, now. I sat at the edge of the bed. “What were you doing inside?” she asked, her voice husky. “Aunty…I was reading that scene, and I couldn’t control myself.I’m sorry…” “What scene was it?” she asked. I took the book from her and opened the page and gave it to her. Her eyes scanned the explicit sex scene, and her breathing became a little heavier. “Show me how you do it.” She told me, her eyes piercing me. “Aunty…I…”
“Do you want me tell your mother?” I shook my head. “Then show me”. I slowly unbuckled my trouser, wriggled out of it and dropped it the floor. My undy followed. I took the book from her, and began reading, and began stroking my limp cock. Inspire of myself, my penis hardened – the scene was hot, and my hand movements became rapid. My breathing was heavier, and I looked down. My penis was erect, the glans shining and pink. I looked up and saw Chatterjee aunty staring at my cock, her eyes glazed with lust and desire. She was wearing orange color cotton Saree, and a sleeveless blouse. The pallu had dropped down, and I could now see the milky cleavage, the milky arms. And I dropped the book and stared at her and stroked myself. She came down on her knees wordlessly. Covered my hand which was stroking my cock. I let my hand go, and now, my erection was in her palms, throbbing. She slowly squeezed it, and we both moaned together. “Ohhh.. Aunty.” Chatterjee aunty then brought her face near my thighs. And her tongue came out and licked both my thighs, her hand still rubbing my penis. Then, her tongue began licking the base of my penis. She stopped to remove a pubic hair from her mouth, and then parted my legs and began licking the area between my anus and my scrotum. I was moaning, she was breathing loudly. Then, her tongue began licking the entire length of my erection, covering every inch with her hot saliva. Then, she moaned, as she licked my glans, the tip shining, soft like velvet. The next moment, she opened her mouth and took my penis inside. I groaned, “ohhh.. aunty.” It was like dipping my cock in warm water. Her tongue lashed inside at my cock, while she began sucking it hungrily. She looked up to see my expression, and that aroused her further. My mouth was now moving back and forth over my hard penis, and I could see a trickle of sweat flowing down her throat into her cleavage. I could see her two milky mounds inside the blouse, and reached down and squeezed them inside her blouse. She paused for just a second, and then continued sucking me..and then, I could feel my orgasm building up..”Auntyyyy. aaahhh. I’m comingggggg.” I groaned and the next moment, raised my hips above the bed and screamed, as my hot burning semen gushed out. Chatterjee aunty didn’t pause, and continued sucking and drinking my semen. Then, some of my semen choked her, and she let go of my cock, coughing and sputtering. And that was really erotic. My semen was trickling down her mouth and now some of it spilt over on her cheeks, arms and throat. She got up, coughing, and raced into the attached bathroom. I followed her, my half erect penis still dripping. She had bent over the sink, and was washing her mouth. I could see her sexy back, and those arms. I went behind her and put my lips and tongue to the silky skin on her back. She stiffened, still bent over. Then I licked my way down her back.
Now, on my knees, her back toward me, I raised her saree, and moaned as I saw her milky white sexy legs, the back of her thighs, and the white panty covering her swollen buttocks. I attacked her flesh with my tongue and lips, covering every area under her saree. I could hear her moan, and then she turned around and sat on the commode, raising her saree upto her waist. I moaned when I saw her beautiful thighs, then pulled down her panty. Her pubic hair was thick and rough. She pressed my face towards her swollen vaginal lips, now also wet and trickling. I reached out and licked and sucked her pussy. She was moaning, “Raja..ahhhh”, and I too moaned while servicing her,”Ohhhh aunty.” She moaned out, “Call me Vijaya..”, and I licked and sucked her musky smelling vagina..till, she suddenly grabbed my head and ground it against her crotch, her hips raised above the commode. her body quaking. Then, she let go, and I looked at her.eyes closed, saree half removed, her pubic thatch exposed, her inner thighs wet with her cum and my saliva.her blouse half open, her white breasts, slightly sagging, heaving up and down.. A little later, she made me wash my mouth, and both of us dressed up. She smiled at me, kissed me on my cheek, and said, “Go home now.we’ll meet sometime again.” And we did. I continued to have sex with her till the BA first year. Then, they shifted out, and we did still met in Ballygunge. If you are living in Kolkata and liked this story, and are a lady above 30, write me at We can meet and have pure pleasure, no strings attached. It will be top secret I can sware.
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