Devika (my friend’s mom) called me on a rainy evening around 8 pm.
“Arjun (that’s me)… I’m so sorry for calling at this time. I’m on my way back from the market, but my car broke down because of the rain. I can’t get any Uber or auto-rickshaw, so if you don’t mind, could you come pick me up?”
“Of course, Aunty. Send me your location; I’ll be right there.”
I picked up my car key and drove through the heavy rain and terrible traffic. It took me 30 to 40 minutes to cover what should have been just a four or five-kilometer trip.
When I arrived, I got out of the car to open her door. “Sorry, I am so late… the rain is terrible.” She got in.
“Thanks for coming to get me, Arjun.”
“You’ve kept me fed for half my life, so I owe you one. Besides, you’re my friend’s mom — how could I not pick you up in this situation?”
(Her son works in another city, and she’s divorced from her husband, so she lives alone here. My family doesn’t live in this city either.)
We headed toward her house. After about an hour and a half, we reached her home. It was now around 10:30 p.m., and some of the roads were flooded. The rain still hadn’t stopped.
“Come inside,” she told me. “You should stay here. There’s no need to go home; it’s getting late, and the rain won’t quit.”
She opened her car door and walked toward the main entrance. “I’ll manage, don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll go home.”
She got angry. “I told you to stay here! What’s the problem if you stay? If you don’t, I’ll never ask you for help again.”
So I got out of the car. As I walked toward the main door, I slipped on the wet tiles.
“Oh my God — Arjun! Are you okay?”
“I can’t walk. My back and legs are in so much pain.”
She helped me to the living room. We were both soaking wet from the rain. “Sit here, I’ll bring a towel,” she said, handing me two small towels. “Sorry, I don’t have any bigger ones right now. They’re all wet because I kept them outside to dry. Change your clothes and dry yourself.”
I hesitated. “It’s okay, no need to change. They’ll dry in a bit.”
“Don’t be shy. It’s just you and me here. If you wear these wet clothes for long , you’ll catch a fever. Go to the guest room and change.”
I couldn’t walk properly, so she helped me to the bedroom. “Okay, change and dry yourself properly. I’m going to change my clothes, too.”
I went into the bathroom, peeled off my wet clothes, and wrapped the small towel around my hips. It barely reached my thighs, and I felt a little embarrassed.
She was waiting in the living room. “Are you done? Do you need help getting back to the living room?”
“No, I’m okay. Don’t worry.”
“Don’t be shy, I’m coming in to help you. Just wait.”
She had changed, too. She was wearing a big, loose T-shirt that covered almost everything — except when she shifted, and I caught a glimpse of her white underwear. I looked away, embarrassed. I couldn’t move properly now; my legs and back were aching even more.
“You’re in so much pain. I’m so sorry, Arjun. Because of me, you’re suffering. Let me help you relax and reduce the pain.”
“I’ll be fine, Aunty. It’s nothing serious. Don’t worry.”
“It won’t disappear if you just sit there. Your back and legs hurt.” I nodded, embarrassed. “Okay, don’t worry. Just lie on the bed. I have some oil I use for my own knee and back pain; it helps. Wait, let me bring it. I’ll give you a massage; I hope it helps.”
She turned and headed to her bedroom, her bare legs brushing together under her T-shirt. (The bedroom was dim, lit by a soft, warm light. The bed looked huge, the sheets smooth, and the air held the scent of her perfume, something floral and warm.) She returned with a small glass bottle.
I was lying on the bed, and she told me to lie on my stomach. I did. She sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed the oil between her hands to warm it up. “Don’t worry. Let me take care of you.”
She started massaging my back, placing her hands and moving them slowly from my lower back upward. “Tell me if the pressure is too hard.”
“No, it’s fine.” She was massaging my back and spine like a professional; it really helped relieve some of the pain.
“Your massage is really working. It’s helping me relax.”
“I told you it would. Just relax now. Don’t be shy. I’ll give you a full relaxation massage for every part of your body.”
She used her thumbs along my spine, pressing gently on both sides. Her movements were careful and controlled. “Tell me if I press too hard. Don’t be shy.” She poured some oil directly onto my back and shoulders, massaging it in upward strokes.
Her soft hands felt incredible. She was sitting so that my legs were between hers, and as she moved from my back to my shoulders, her thighs brushed against my body. I was getting a little horny (but I wasn’t thinking about sex).
Now she massaged my shoulders, then my knees. She leaned forward a little, and the movement caused my towel to shift upward, exposing more of my thighs. She massaged my shoulders one by one, loosening the tight muscles, then moved down to my arms and hands, pressing my palms and gently stretching my fingers. It felt surprisingly relaxing.
“Thank God, it’s helping you relax.”
She moved to the foot of the bed and sat near my toes, massaging my legs from my calves to my knees with smooth strokes. Her hands followed the muscles carefully.
After a while, she said, “I’m moving to your thighs now,” and she massaged them up to the edge of the towel. I felt so relaxed, and most of my pain was gone.
Suddenly, she slid the towel away.
“What are you doing, Aunty? I’m okay now. There’s no need for more massage. I’m getting embarrassed.”
“Why are you embarrassed? I’m just taking care of you. Your lower back will hurt when you walk, but you can’t feel it right now because you’re lying down.”
She poured some oil onto my body and ass, rubbing it between her hands. She massaged my hips and lower back, and after a moment, her fingers moved to my buttocks, tracing the line between them from top to bottom.
“Don’t be shy. It will help you, Arjun. Just relax and widen your legs a little; it will help me massage you.”
I didn’t widen my legs at first, but she asked again, and I did. She massaged my inner thighs, her fingers moving near my balls. For that reason, my dick started to get erect. She noticed it. “You like it. Something bigger is growing down there.”
I didn’t say anything. She continued massaging my balls and penis from behind, reaching her hand down. I moaned softly.
“Do you like it?” she asked, but I didn’t answer, feeling shy.
She massaged my dick and balls slowly. She felt the warmth of my erection. “You have a nice dick. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen one.”
She leaned near my ear. “Tell me if you want more massaging… here.”
I was getting horny and wanted to touch her, but I didn’t know how she would react. It seemed she wanted more than just a massage. After a moment, she wiped her hands on the towel and told me to turn over.
She slipped out of her T-shirt, then her underwear. Her skin was soft, and she had a beautiful figure. Her breasts were lovely, her pink nipples erect, and her shaved pussy was slightly visible in the dim light. I lay on my back, thinking about fucking her.
She sat near my legs and wiped the oil from my penis with the towel. “Can I spit on your dick?” she asked.
“Yeah, you can. You can do whatever you want.”
“Now you’re getting naughty,” she said with a smile.
She spit on her hand and my dick and started rubbing her hand on my balls and shaft. My heart beat faster, and I moaned a little. After a moment, she put her mouth on my dick. Oh God! I’d never felt anything like this before. She was sucking my dick and touching my balls, sometimes taking them into her mouth, too.
I ran my hands through her hair. She was doing it so perfectly, taking my full length into her mouth, deep-throating me and spitting on it, rubbing her fingers along the shaft, and circling the tip with her tongue. After a while, I told her I was about to cum. She didn’t stop; she sucked my dick harder, and I released all my cum into her mouth. She swallowed it.
“You have a nice dick… I want to ride it.”
I was happy to hear that. She positioned herself over my dick and leaned toward my lips. We kissed, sucking each other’s tongues. She rubbed her breasts on my chest as I ran my hands over her hips and back.
Now I kissed her neck and ears, slowly moving toward her breasts. I teased her, kissing the soft skin around them but not her nipples, and she moaned.
“Don’t tease me like that, please. Suck my boobs and nipples, dear.”
I teased her for a little longer. She rubbed her pussy lips against my dick, making it erect again. With one hand, I pressed her hips and rubbed my dick against her pussy lips without entering her. She moaned. “You’re teasing me so much. I can’t control myself, dear.”
I began kissing and sucking her breasts, touching them and her nipples. They were so soft and beautiful. She grabbed my dick and guided it to her pussy. The warmth of her enveloped me as she started to move her hips, fucking herself by sliding her pussy up and down my shaft. Each slow movement felt so warm, and her moans from deep in her throat made me even hornier. I started to move my hips to fuck her back.
“I’ve never felt this good before. You’re really good. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this. Don’t let me down. Fuck me harder, baby. Just push your dick so deep… oooohhhh ahhhhhh, baby, come on, come on, fuck me harder and harder. Yeah, baby, come on, fuck me, fuuuccckkk meee.”
She didn’t bother with words anymore, letting her body speak. Her moans felt like secrets just for me. I kissed and touched her breasts and nipples. One hand slid down her waist, over the curve of her butt, my fingers learning every inch as I continued to kiss and suck her breasts and nipples with my tongue.
“Ohh baby, you are so fucking good. You make me feel so special,” Devika said.
I asked her, “Can you put some oil on your butt?”
She poured some oil directly onto her ass and some onto my hand and a little on my dick, making everything feel smoother. She pressed closer, letting me feel every inch of her pussy. “That’s it,” she breathed. “Just feel me, baby… completely.” A deeper moan escaped her.
Now my hand moved over her ass, my fingers slowly circling her anus. I pushed a finger inside, fingering her ass, and she moaned louder, grabbing my neck and pulling my face deeper into her breasts.
I moved my dick from her pussy and positioned myself behind her. The length of my dick pressed against her asshole. I pushed slowly, guiding the full length into her. She let out a long breath, surprised, but instead of pulling away, she pressed back, her hips moving in small, easy motions, letting her body slide against me. Every move was slow and deliberate, as if she wanted to feel every second.
Every slow movement made her moan, the sounds from her mouth growing deeper and fuller, filling the room. Her breath rose into louder, raw sounds as she pushed against me. She held my arm, her nails digging into my skin, and let her head fall back onto my shoulder. Her voice came out rough, trembling.
“Don’t hold back,” she whispered. “If it feels good… don’t be gentle with me. Fuck me very hard, baby!”
Her ass was so tight, but she didn’t ask me to stop. She moaned louder and louder, begging me to fuck her harder. I also slid two fingers into her pussy and fingered her.
After some time, we both came. Our heartbeats slowed, and she lay on top of me as we kissed. My dick was still inside her ass.
I pulled out of her and told her to lie on the bed. I lowered myself between her legs, moving my lips slowly along her inner thighs, taking my time. I could smell her pussy, and I licked her softly, my tongue circling and tasting her, licking up all her cum.
Finally, I lay down beside her. “Thank you,” she said. “You don’t know how much I needed this.”
She rested her head on my chest, her fingers drawing lazy circles over my skin. There was no teasing, no words – only the quiet comfort of what we had found.