This story is specially dedicated to all the women out there who are going through many problems, be it at home, at their in-laws’ place, at work, or with their partner, etc. Don’t lose hope; there is light at the end of the tunnel.
This happened in the year 2017, a year after I started working. My friend Rashmi and I got placed in the same company in Bangalore, along with a few others from our class. Though Rashmi and I weren’t very close during college, we became really good friends while working, and I would often go to Koramangala to drop her at her house.
I slowly got acquainted with everybody in the house and became a part of the family. I would be invited to all the family functions, and I would even help them with all the chores.
Fast forward: Rashmi’s sister was getting married, and I got introduced to her Maasi. She looks very similar to Vidya Balan – dusky, voluptuous, and most importantly, a very jovial person. During the entire marriage, I had a lot of interaction with Maasi, as she used to assign me tasks to get things done, and we also used to chat a lot at times while having food and tea.
One day, after the function, Rashmi was trying to book a cab for her Maasi to go home, but she couldn’t find any for over an hour. Then she turned towards me and asked:
Rashmi: “Tu bhi Bellandur mein rehta hai na?” (You also live in Bellandur, right?)
Me: “Yes.”
Rashmi: “Maasi ko drop kardega?” (Will you drop Maasi home?)
Me: “Haan.” (Yes)
We found a helmet for Maasi and started riding towards Bellandur. Then I asked her:
Me: “Bellandur mein aap kahan rehti ho?” (Where do you live in Bellandur?)
Maasi: “X apartment mein” (In X apartment)
Me: “I stay in the same lane as well, in Y apartment.”
We started discussing things, and after dropping her, we exchanged our numbers. From then on, we were in touch. And at times, she would hand over things to me so that I could give them to Rashmi. She had a son studying in 12th, and her uncle was working in the garment industry at a very high post, for which he would often travel to Europe and other countries.
I would even help her son with math and computers, and he eventually got placed in VIT and left home to do his engineering. Maasi used to be lonely at times and would call me for lunch or dinner so that she wouldn’t have to eat alone. While at home, at times, I would also get to talk to uncle or the son on video call.
Fast forward: it was Holi, and Maasi invited me to have lunch with her. I took a bath, wore my new kurta, and left for lunch with Maasi. I rang the bell; Maasi opened the door and was dressed in an elegant saree. She was looking very beautiful. We complimented each other, and she asked me to sit at the table while she got the food.
I sat at the table, checking my phone. Maasi came from behind and applied color to my face, surprising me. I was shocked for a moment. And to take revenge, I grabbed the color from her and started chasing her while she was trying to hide from me.
After a minute, I grabbed her from behind. And while she had her face covered with her hands, I was trying to apply the color. Accidentally, her saree pallu fell, and my hand slid into her blouse. They were really soft. And the moment my fingers brushed her nipples, we both froze for a moment. And slowly, I got my hand out, brushing her tits.
My throat had dried up; my heart was beating fast, and I could barely utter “sorry” to her. I just ran away from there. An hour later, I sent her a message:
Me: “I am so sorry; I didn’t mean to do that.”
Maasi: “Its fine… Bura na mano holi hai” (It’s fine… don’t mind, it’s Holi)
This reply of hers made me relax, and I felt at peace. She later messaged me, asking me to come back for lunch. We both had a great lunch and discussed our interests, hobbies, etc. Later that night, she messaged again:
Maasi: “Thank you for giving me company today; otherwise, the festival would have been really boring.”
Me: “Thanks to you for inviting Maasi; I had a great time, and sorry for what happened earlier.”
Maasi: “I hope you liked it.”
Me: “I did enjoy it; I can skip dinner today.”
Maasi: “I am not talking about the food.”
Me: “Haha, okay…”
Maasi: “Tell me honestly… did you like it?”
Me: “Of course… you are so pretty; who wouldn’t?”
This led to the start of our intimacy. I taught her all the slang, like BJ, threesome, doggy style, etc. One day, we were talking about pussy licking, and I asked her:
Me: “Aapne to try kiya hi hoga?” (You must have tried it, right?)
Maasi: “You think so? My husband and I haven’t been intimate in the last 7-8 years.”
Me: “I am so sorry.”
Maasi: “It’s fine; we have to live with it… but tell me, have you tried it?”
Me: “I have done it with my ex before, and she used to like it a lot”
Maasi: “Wow… hamari kismat mein ye sab kahaan?” (Wow, where is all this in our fate?)
Me: “Kyun nahi? Aap haan to kaho?” (Why not? Say yes if you want to)
Maasi: “Toh aajao phir…” (Then come again)
Me: “Pakka… 5 minutes lagega aane mein…” (Okay, it will take 5 minutes to come)
Maasi: “Accha? Then come in exactly one hour from now.”
I got up, took a bath, put on some mild perfume, got ready, and suddenly, it seemed like time didn’t pass. And that was the longest 1 hour of my life.
I left 10 minutes before, reached there, and rang the bell. Maasi opened the door; I got in, we closed the door, and I immediately grabbed her face and planted a kiss on her lips. She lost balance slightly and moved back to take support from the wall, and we started kissing passionately. Her saree pallu fell, and to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
I was shocked to see those huge 36D size melons; I grabbed them in a flash and started squeezing them hard. I started sucking the left nipple while I continued to squeeze the right one. This continued for the next 10 minutes. I then slowly removed her saree and lifted her petticoat while I slowly licked her thighs. And I could see her shaved pussy as she wasn’t wearing any panty inside. While I moved slowly towards her pussy, I could feel her legs starting to shiver, and she asked me to go to bed as her legs were shivering.
She then grabbed my hand, took me to the room, and we started kissing again. She removed my clothes, and I untied her petticoat, making it fall. Both of us were naked. I grabbed her hand, put it on my dick, and she started kissing me and stroking my dick at the same time.
I sat on the edge of the bed, made her kneel between my legs, grabbed her hair, and made her suck my dick. She started gulping it like a pro, and I had one of the best BJs ever. I then pushed her to bed, sat down near the edge of the bed, exploring her pussy, and put some pillows behind her head so that I could see into her eyes while playing with her pussy.
I spread her legs, stuck my tongue out on her wet pussy, and started licking it like an ice cream. She let out a loud moan; I then shoved my tongue deep into her pussy and wiggled it inside, starting to eat her pussy with my lips like an omelette. While eating her pussy, I placed my hands on her boobs and squeezed them hard, pinched her tits, and pulled.
She then pleaded with me to fuck her. I then got up and looked for a condom, but she told me it wasn’t needed as she was operated on and hadn’t had sex in 7 years. I then made her suck my dick to make it wet, and then started teasing her by rubbing my dick on her clit. She started enjoying it, grabbing the sheets, closing her eyes, and letting out louder moans.
I then shoved my dick into her wet pussy in one shot. And she felt like her eyes were wide open, and she let out a loud “aaahhhhhhh.” I started fucking her like mad, and she started growling, asking me to fuck her unused pussy.
Maasi: “I haven’t experienced this pleasure before; please don’t stop, please don’t stop. I am really enjoying it.”
By now, she had had 3-4 mini-orgasms, and I could feel her grabbing my dick inside her pussy.
I then made her sit on my face, placing her pussy lips on my lips. She grabbed my head between her thighs, ran her fingers through my hair, and started riding on my face. While I was eating her wet pussy, I grabbed her boobs and started squeezing them hard, pinching her tits, and pulling them like crazy. All this was making her ride faster. I squeezed her boobs with one hand and spanked her fat ass with the other.
With every spank, she enjoyed it even more and rode faster. She asked me to spank again and harder. The whole room echoed with every spank. A few back-to-back spanks, and I could feel her riding faster, and she let out a huge moan while I could feel the warmth of her cum on my face.
I got back home after getting fresh, and she called me to tell me that this was the best feeling she ever felt. And I could feel her sob a bit.
The next day, she invited me for hot aloo ka paratha breakfast. I reached home and saw that she was busy preparing the hot parathas in the kitchen, with her side belly visible through the saree. This gave me an instant hard-on. I went behind her and started rubbing my dick behind her ass. I removed her saree and tore her blouse to squeeze those melons.
She asked me to go to bed, but I denied. I made her place her hands on the kitchen slab to take support, dropped my pants off, lifted her saree, took her panties off, and shoved my dick in. She moaned, and I then started fucking her hard in the same position.
This time, I reached orgasm in 5 minutes. I then made her kneel and made her suck my dick. And in no time, I reached orgasm and made sure to hold my dick in her mouth so that I could fill her mouth with my cum. I made her open her mouth to show the cum and asked her to swallow it. That was the best feeling ever.
We still have our connection even today and enjoy each other’s company once in a while.
I remember every second of this episode, as it is engraved in my core memory. If you really enjoyed it, then I would really appreciate some comments on my Telegram – @underscrs0.
I wish you all a successful year ahead and success in whatever you plan to do. Bye!