My Best Friend's Mom Wants To Fuck Me
Shortly after we spoke almost every day for countless hours. I was intimated by the love which was growing. She broke the news about her mother’s friend who had passed after her illness went too far. I reached the house and was there to mourn the death with Anjali. She was truly devastated they were both friends since childhood. As our exams had finished Shivani and Arjun had left to visit their grandma on the outskirts of London. Anjali spent the night crying and soon after we ate dinner. Then she revealed her knowledge of my relationship with her daughter. What the fuck! How did she know for so long and why has she not said anything up until today? Trying to retrace my steps figuring out where I had slipped. I couldn’t make sense of it. “You are aware since Shivani has finished her exams I have had access to her laptop for work. Hasan, I’ve seen all the conversations, quite frankly I’m surprised. We are family and you were the last I expected it from.” It was difficult to trace her body language due to the sheer crying in the past 24 hours. She then rose from her chair and walked towards the door. “I’ve also seen your exchanged pictures,” again I froze as I struggled for words. Anjali came closer and grabbed my penis. “So I wonder if it tastes as good as Shivani says. I’ll soon be the judge of that” With that statement, she left. Shiv displayed many similarities to her mother. It was evident the way she spoke and after dropping the bombshell making her way for the exit. Many thoughts ran through my head. Firstly how Shiv could have made a rookie mistake and what exactly she thought of our relationship. I mean at first, I felt ashamed. Then the grabbing of my penis I knew Anjali had a dark side. My penis was telling me to explore my heart and my mind was indeed keen on letting the situation go. As the hours passed my sexual arousal hit it’s low. I was determined to put the whole situation behind me – Shiv and Anjali. From then I stopped texting Shiv and kept my distance from Anjali. Many days had passed. I strolled the supermarket to purchase some groceries. Anyway, once I made the payment I walked home. To my surprise, Anjali parked right in front of me in her sports car. Rolled down her window. “Hi, Hasan how are you, where you off to?” This was the first time Anjali did not greet me with ‘salaam’. I knew that the formalities were now out of the window. “I’m fine, thank you. I just went to pick up some bits and bobs. I’ll be heading back home tomorrow to meet the family. How’s Shivani?” “She’s fine. Anyway, get in I’ll give you a lift, it looks like it will soon rain.” Unwilling to decline the offer, without hesitation, I entered. It gave me a perfect opportunity to clear the air. As always, Anjali looked ravishing. She was dressed formally. It was clear she had just finished work. It was approaching six-thirty. Her lack of sleep after her friend’s loss was taking its toll. After the small talk came to an end I tried to explain myself. “Look Anjali aunty, I have immense respect for you. I see you in light of my mother. What had gone on between me and Shiv has come to an end. I didn’t think it would come so far and I take 100% of the responsibility.” She suddenly started to grin. “I did say I didn’t expect it from you. But I guess you’re a young handsome guy. Shivani must have instigated it. I’ve read all the messages about how she seduced you” She then once again reached for my penis and grabbed it. “I’m not interested in my daughter. I was more surprised at the size of your penis.” By then we had approached my apartment. However, the car didn’t stop as she cruised past and the engine stopped at their drive. “Hasan, come in, I have something to show you.” We entered the hall and she dropped her bag and suddenly started to kiss me intensely” I was sexually aroused, despite feeling so right I knew it was wrong. I refrained, “Sorry aunty, I can’t do this.” She wasn’t interested and kissed me again, “Surely you won’t deny me for the second time.” She mirrored the statement Shiv made a month ago. I couldn’t take it and explored her mouth with my tongue. She removed her blazer and removed her black bra. Her dark nipples were larger than Shiv’s and her c cup size had me lost in her breasts. I sucked her nipples as they grew harder in my mouth. It almost felt like a dream come true. I often fantasized about Anjali. She was far more attractive than Shiv as her body had much more bold features. Her ass was bigger and her breasts were also huge. Anjali’s feet turned me on as they were often painted in red. Due to the extravagant lifestyle, she ensured she had a regular pedicure. Her eyes bold and were darker than Shiv’s, small nose and perfectly kept nails. Her skin was far fairer. I could now truly appreciate her beauty. She wore white heels as if they were fresh out of the box today. Her gym membership was evident as her stomach was flat. We were still standing in the hallway as I stripped Anjali naked. “Beta maine toh yakeen nahi kiya. Aap ka lund itna bada hai. Picture mein maza bilkul nahi aya.” (Son, I didn’t believe your dick was this big. The picture did no justice.) “Aunty, main aap ko bhi aisa nahi samajha.” (I completely misunderstood you.) “Aunty, please suck my dick, my patience is running out.” Instantly, Anjali reached for my penis and without hesitation took the full 6″ deep down her throat. Her experience was on full show. Anjali played with my penis for over thirty minutes. She took my balls into her mouth. After she stood and the marble had had its toll on her knees. She then made her way up the stairs and instructed me to follow. I spanked her ass repeatedly. I followed her as my confidence grew. Her room was the biggest in the house. “You know since I’ve been divorced my sex life has been one hell of an adventure. You’d be surprised as to what I get up to. I expect you to satisfy me to the fullest and follow my command.