Grumpy Preetha, The Milf Next Door

Hello there, this is Prince. I’m 20 and from Chennai. This incident happened last year during the lockdown with the milf next door. Her name was Preetha. She looked exactly like Tamil actress Sneha.

She was a knockout milf in her late 30s. I don’t know her measurements. Her juicy ass and boobs made every guy in the neighborhood crave her. But she was always grumpy and frustrated. Her husband was a gym trainer, and she was a school teacher. Her kids were in the same school well.

Our homes had a little space behind our house, which we use as a garden or for drying clothes and stuff. A 5-foot wall separated ours and their spaces. We could see what the other was doing. I usually work out and study in the back because of our dog.

She would come every other day to hang their clothes early in the morning. All those times, I would stare and ogle at her wet saree sticking to her tanned skin. Not a single day passed without a fantasy involving her. She always was grumpy. For some reason, she would not even smile at me, let alone talk to me.

One morning I was working out. It was still quite dark. I saw her coming with her bucket of clothes to dry. She was wearing a maroon saree, her hair in a bun all sweaty and wet. I glanced for a few seconds and turned back. Suddenly I heard a crashing sound and a slight cry coming from neighbor’s.

I rushed there to see her on the ground, covered in mud. The clothesline had snapped, and she fell with it. She was on the ground. Her pallu had slipped, revealing her muddy cleavage and translucent blouse. Her curvy hips and navel were also exposed. All this was making me hornier by the second.

I lifted her and made her sit on a stool. I then went to pick up her clothes, wrung them, and put them in the bucket for her. I turned around to see her washing off the mud. The sight of water with mud running through her cleavage to her navel gave me an instant boner.

I wasn’t even wearing underwear so that anyone could see the tent in my shorts. She looked and me. I asked her if everything was ok and ran back to my room, where I masturbated to my heart’s content.

2 days later, I saw her in the morning. This time she called me closer, introduced herself, and said she wanted to say thanks. We chit chat for a while, then she said, “Can you give me some workout tips? You work out here all the time.”

I agreed, and we exchanged our numbers. I was on cloud nine that I got her number. We started texting as days went on, we got closer, and we talked almost all the time. She would send me pictures of sarees and clothes to get my opinion. I was happy she was very candid with me.

After a while, she suddenly said.

Preetha: Can you give me butt exercises? Mine seem too big.

Me: No, your butt is perfect as is. There’s no need to change anything about it.

Preetha: You are too kind. It is big, though.

Me: No, I will never agree with that. It would be a crime to reduce it.

Preetha: Really, thank you. A long time since I’ve gotten such compliments.

Me: That’s a shame you are a total knockout milf with that.

Preetha: What? Milf?

A huge mistake. I don’t know why I said that. She didn’t know what it meant, and she kept asking me. I only kept saying sorry. Finally, she texted me, “I found out from the internet. Bye.” I was devastated. I knew I would ruin this relationship somehow but didn’t know it would be this soon.

Days passed. She didn’t talk to me. She wouldn’t even look at me in the morning. I was devastated. After a long while, I went back to work out. There I saw her with a dark green thin polyester saree. She called me. I was so happy.

But apparently, she only wanted my help to tie the clothesline. I got on the stool to tie it. She then came behind and said she would hold on to the stool for support. A few seconds later, she put her hands on my thighs, saying it’s safer to hold here.

Her hands moved upward and inside my shorts. I turned around to see her smiling at my butt. She got a look at me and moved it even upward and now was grabbing my butt firmly and caressing it. I was in a state of shock. I didn’t know what to do.

The whole affair was turning me on. I was dumb enough not to understand what was going on. She then let go and came in front. She held onto the sides of my thighs. Her face was directly in front of my dick, almost as if she was giving me a blowjob.

I could feel her warm breath on my dick. She even moved her pallu away slyly to give me a clear look of her deep cleavage. All this got my dick super hard it again formed a tent in my shorts due to not wearing any underwear. It was poking straight at her face.

She kept touching my dick with her lips and nose as if accidentally. I was done tying the line but didn’t want to get down. I looked at her she tried to pull my shorts down. I resisted saying, what if someone sees. She replied, “Paravala (it’s fine), it’s dark.”

I still didn’t let her pull my shorts down. She gave a sly look and instantly opened her mouth. I swallowed my dickhead while it was in my shorts along with the shorts. I jerked and almost fell. She made me get down and held my dick, and pulled me into an old bathroom in their yard.

It was old but clean and had an old yellow light. She locked the door. She pushed me against a wall with her face close to mine. She said, “Unakku than milf pudikum la?” (You like milfs, right?) I nodded yes, then we kissed passionately.

Her tongue was doing wonders. She was at the same time rubbing my dick and balls outside the shorts. I put my hands on her butt and started kneading them. She went to my neck and was nibbling around there. I pushed my hand through the saree into her butt.

I felt her soft hot butt. I put my other hand on her blouse and felt her boobs. I then pulled both my hands out and tried removing her blouse. She pulled away from me then got on her knees, swiftly she pulled my shorts down my dick sprung back at her face.

She then got to kissing it slowly and then licking then started swallowing it. I was sure her mouth would make me cum soon. I got hold of her hair and pulled her head back. I looked at her. She gave me this slutty smile, my dick on her tongue.

I swear I was blown away by it got me into a power boost. I started mouth fucking her furiously. She liked how I was handling her head. Subtle moans and gagging sounds. Her heavenly mouth made me cum. I told her I was about to cum and was deep throating her.

I let my cum deep inside. I let my dick stay in her mouth. All the warm liquids in her mouth were so good. I pulled my dick out, and she coughed a few times. I cleaned my dick with her lips and mouth. Some of my cum was still dripping on her lips and chi.

I told her to swallow it, which she surprisingly did. Both of us were still extremely horny. I got her up and went on nibbling her neck, took her blouse and bra off. I saw her fair juicy erect boobs. In the yellow light, it was even sexier. I was lighter than her tanned face.

Slowly I licked one of them while kneading the other, went on nibbling and biting them. She was constantly letting out soft moans, which kept me going. I pushed my hand through her saree to reach underwear. I know it would be wet but didn’t realize it would soaking in her pussy juice.

I got down and pulled her saree up saw her white panty all wet and dripping. I pulled it off, revealing her oozing pussy. I could see drops forming there. I pulled on her pussy hair, to which she let a moan. It was as if the pussy was welcoming me with the fragrance. I instantly knew what to do.

This is it, for now, guys. I’ll continue what happened with my hot milf neighbor in the next part. Since it’s my first time here, I am open to all your valuable comments, suggestions, and more. Feel free to contact me at [email protected]

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