Fucking My Friend’s Sexy Milf Mom

Hello Everyone! I am back with a story about a sexy milf mom. Talking about me, I am a fit guy with decent looks and good skills to pleasure a lady completely.

Coming to the story, this incident happened in my junior college days. We had just finished our exams. One of my close friends invited another friend and me to his house for a night out. Let’s call them Mihir and Rohan.

Mihir and invited us to his house. We had planned well for this night and had prepared a list of movies and games that we would play throughout the night. As decided, Rohan and I reached Mihir’s house at the designated time.

We rang the doorbell and waited for Mihir to open the door of his house. I expected to see Mihir at the door. But instead, a fair lady opened the door of his house. My jaw dropped when I saw her.

She had ample flesh in the right areas and a figure too sexy for women of her age. The lady greeted us with a beautiful smile and invited us in. I quizzically asked Mihir, “Who is this lady? Is she your sister?”

On hearing my innocent question, that lady burst into laughter. She said, “I am Dipali. I am Mihir’s mom.” I was shocked to know this because, looking at Mihir, no one can guess that he had such a sexy mom. I came back to my senses when Mihir shook me. He asked me to join them to watch a cricket match.

It was soon dinner time, and all the three of us were seated cross-legged around a low round table. We were extremely hungry after hours of watching TV. Dipali brought the food and started serving us. I was watching her as she was getting food from the kitchen to the table.

She was wearing a loose sleeveless salwar and pajama. Looking at her dress, I could figure out that her boobs measured 34C, and had a huge ass to die for. While serving, as she bent down, I managed to get a slight view of her breasts confined in her bra.

I was turned on and somehow wanted to have a better look at those beautiful melons of her. After food, we played and watched movies for a long before both of my friends dozed off. I was not yet feeling sleepy and was tired of watching movies and was damn thirsty.

So, I walked to the kitchen to get some water. Dipali, who was now in her nighty, was cleaning the kitchen when I walked in. Her sleek, straight, long hair was tied into a sexy bun. Her ass curves were visible as she brushed the utensils hard to remove the stains.

She was unaware of my presence as her back was facing me. The harder she brushed the utensils, the harder her lovely ass swayed. I forgot my thirst, and the only thirst that was lingering in my body was that of tasting my friend’s mom. My cock grew longer inch by inch to its fullest length.

I moved closer to her in complete secrecy. There was a gap of only a few inches between my erection and her ass crack. I had raised my hand to grope her ass when she suddenly moved her ass behind, towards me. She bent ahead to get hold of a dirty glass that was slightly out of her reach.

My concealed rod found the perfect harbor (to land) in her ass crack. She was caught in surprise at the sudden intrusion by a foreign body into her privates. Turning around, she found me standing there with an awkward smile. She asked, “What do you want, dear?”

I managed to say, “Aunty, I am thirsty, so I had come here to get some water from the water filter,” She smiled and said, “I thought that you guys had slept off. Give the bottle to me, and I will fill it for you.”

Aunty was relatively short in height, and the tap was a bit too high for her. She went on her toes to fill the bottle. This made her nightdress lift and reveal her ass curves. Then she tried to close the tap by leaning a bit more and slipped. I, being aware, quickly moved forward and caught her in my arms.

She was terrified yet delighted. Feeling the contours of my strong arm and the warmth of my deep breath, Dipali was left dazzled. We stared at each other on and on. I slowly leaned until my lips were just a few millimeters away from her’s.

I left my tongue to cover the remaining distance. I ran it over her lower lip first, slowly feeling its softness. Then the upper lip, licking it slowly and covering it with my saliva. As my tongue sneakily entered her mouth, it was greeted by her tongue into a wrestling duel.

Our tongues sucked and wrestled to our heart’s content before she pushed me off and adjusted herself properly. She blushed shyly and asked if I cared to have a coffee with her at the dining table.  I was sitting and chatting with Dipali at the table.

I learned that her husband and Mihir’s father used to stay abroad for business purposes. Most of the time, it was only she and Mihir at home. Dipali even asked me not to call her aunty and call her by her name. She informed me that the reason for her stylish looks was that she was into the fashion industry.

As we talked, I asked her if she had ever felt lonely or bored of living alone. She smiled but couldn’t deny the fact that sometimes she did feel lonely. Before I could ask her something else, Dipali excused herself to bed. My mind raced to think of some way to get into bed with her, but then it was too late.

I roamed here and there, lurking like a ghost in the flat. Dipali was lying on her stomach on her bed. The fan occasionally lifted the thin piece of cloth off her ass and revealed the lower half of her red netted panties. Her hair was tied up into a knot, with some of it hanging by her cheeks.

She was wearing black glasses and was reading something. Her puffy ass cheeks were waiting to be caressed by someone. I couldn’t control myself and slowly moved into the room and on the bed. I slowly moved the cloth off her ass, revealing her panties.

Surprised, she asked, “What are you doing? This is wrong.”

I retorted, “I am just helping someone who needs the most help at the moment.” Saying so, I kissed the left cheek of her ass while my right hand squeezed the right one.

She moaned a little and managed to say, “This is wrong, dear. I am your friend’s m….,” before she could complete her sentence, I smooched her wildly. Dipali resisted at first but later joined the fun after some persuasion. She kissed me wildly and rolled over me.

Unbuttoning my jeans, Dipali pulled out my cock and gripped it firmly. Before she could proceed to suck it, I deftly pulled off her gown to reveal her huge cup-shaped melons. She was just in her panties and moved towards my cock. She kissed the tip of my rod, encircling it with her lips.

She gagged herself by taking its entirety in her mouth. Shoving her head to-and-fro, Dipali started giving me a blowjob. A sexy Bhabhi with her hair tied in a knot and wearing spectacles, blowing me off, was truly a fantasy come true. I pulled her ass towards me and lifted it over my face.

She was wearing a panty. I asked her to remove it. But she rejected it, saying that she would help me with my sexual tension. So she would blow me and not fuck me as I was her son’s friend. I got frustrated and angrily started licking her pussy over her panties.

Soon her panty was wet with my saliva. She irked at me for the mess I had created with her panties. On this, I just smiled naughtily. “It is unhealthy to wear wet panties. Better take them off.” She sensed my intention and showed no resistance.

I pulled off her panties to reveal her clean, meaty pussy. I sucked it like a hungry dog as she hissed while sucking my long dick. The tension in my cock increased as I was about to cum. She sensed this and stopped blowing me. She came over to me and started riding my cock like a pro.

I held onto her huge ass as it banged against my thighs. Her huge breasts heaved, as did her sleek black hair tied in a knot. Nearing orgasm, she increased her pace, and consequently, her sexy hair got untied from the knot. Soon a hot gush of fluids pushed my cock out of her hole.

She fell with a thud upon my chest with a sense of satisfaction on her face. But, I was not yet satisfied even to an ounce. So I slid from beneath her and positioned my tongue near her pink asshole. I licked it vigorously as I rapidly fingered my friend’s birth-hole.

She moaned loudly, “Baby faster,” and she was horny once again. I grabbed her by her thigh and flipped her over quickly. Dipali lay there like a hungry cat waiting to be fucked deep. I took her missionary style and positioned my cock near her pussy while guiding me into her.

Slowly, I gradually increased my pace until my penis dug deep into her like a drilling machine. The sound of my dick banging her was all that echoed in the closed bedroom. I was about to cum, so I slowed my pace and stopped at once.

Flipping her over by grabbing her things with my strong arms, I made her stand on all her fours. I grabbed her by her hair, and I sucked her like a honey bee sucking a flower. Unknown to her, I suddenly pushed my cock hard through her pussy.

All that came out of her mouth was, “Aah, itna bada hai tera lund (so big is your cock) Kaash Mihir ke papa ka bhi itna bada hota (I wish Mihir’s dad also had such a big dick). Lekin unhe kaha fursat milti hai apne kaam se mujhe pyaar karne ke liye? (But he does not spare time out of his work to make love to me).”

“Jab bhi pyar karate hain to 5-minute se jyada nahi tikte. (Whenever he fucks me, he doesn’t last any longer than 5 minutes).” Her cat-eye eyeglasses rocked up and down as I fucked Dipali in her pussy. Then they fell due to excessive movement.

Dipali had beautiful, long, black sleek hair. I pulled her hair hard until she screamed in pain and pounded my cock furiously deep into her pussy.

“Chod mujhe Madarchod! Bohut din ki pyaasi hun aisi chudai ke liye main (Fuck me, you motherfucker! I have been thirsty since long to be fucked like this).”

Hearing this, I couldn’t control myself. I got hold of one of her boobs with my remaining hand and squeezed it hard enough to hurt her. The speed of my fucking had increased so much that none of us could even spare time to take a breath. I pulled her hair hard enough to lift her head.

I went near her ears and bit them hard. She had another orgasm, but I was not at all going to stop. Her pussy juices squirted out as my dick tore her pussy. It seemed as if a borewell was digging out water. Nearing climax, I decided to take the fun to the next level.

I pulled out my penis. Seeing this, Dipali fell on the bed with a sigh of relief, thinking that the hardcore banging of her holes was over. She was mistaken. I took my cock near her pink asshole and entered it with a single thrust.

She growled in pain, “Uff! Itna jor se phadoge meri gaand, beta. Apni aunty ko aur kitna dard de kar maza doge tum? (Ufff! Will you tear my asshole so hard? How much more do you wish to please your aunt by inducing pain to her.)” Her mangalsutra, stuck in her sexy cleavage, got free due to my rapid banging.

I fucked her ass quite well. She asked me to stop for a few moments as she tied her long hair into a ponytail and arranged herself well. I lifted her ass as she jumped up on me like a small child. I lifted her in my arms and entered her vagina in the standing position.

She held me by my hair and kissed me as if there was no tomorrow. I pushed her against the cupboard and caught hold of her boobs. Carrying her entire weight in my two muscular arms, I dug my dick deeper and deeper into her. The tension in my cock increased.

My lower legs stiffened, and the grip of her legs around my waist increased. I frantically increased my pace. And we both cum together at the same time. Exhausted, we both fell on the bed, smiling and giggling at each other’s faces. Finally, we ended up with a French kiss.

After hours of fucking with Dipali, I was damn tired and thirsty. So I said, “Aunty! I am thirsty. Do you have something to drink?”

Hearing this, she smiled naughtily and said, “Of course, beta, these huge jugs of mine are brimming heavy with milk. Why don’t you suckle at them and quench your thirst?”

Saying so, Dipali aunty placed my head on her lap and brought one of her tits near my mouth. I bit her nipples, and she moaned in pain. “Not so hard, my lover, take it easy. After all, they are all yours.” I sucked her left boob dry, and the right boob followed the same pattern.

Both of us hugged closely and slept into a deep swoon. Dipali shook me and woke me up in the morning, asking me to join my sleeping friends to prevent suspicions.

I hope you enjoyed the story of how I banged my friend’s hot mom. Any girl/woman can contact me on my mail ID: [email protected]

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