I never knew I’d live out my teenage fascination after almost two decades. The name of this fascination – Revati Miss, my tuition teacher back in the day. A dusky, newly married Oriya woman in her late 20s with a captivating figure and a radiant face.
A school teacher by profession, Revati Miss was a simple woman. She had just moved to Mumbai with her husband. She would take tuitions in the afternoon after school hours.
As a hormonal teenager, Revati Miss’ presence was like baptism by fire. Her modern satin gowns enhanced the contours of her body. I never missed the chance to sit next to her, trying to feel her warmth by subtly brushing my hand on her gown.
One fine afternoon, I accidentally saw her in a passionate moment with her husband, Mahesh. They were entwined in a passionate lip-lock, his hands gripping her ass firmly. While my intrusion went unnoticed, the visuals got stamped in my core memory.
She came out in the living room with blushing cheeks and sensitive nipples that were piercing the fabric of her satin gown. A hint that she just enjoyed her little rendezvous in the bedroom. That was the day I realised what desires meant.
She tutored me for almost two years before moving to Singapore permanently with her husband. In the absence of social media and the internet, I lost touch with her. It wasn’t until last year that a mutual connection on Facebook flashed our existence once again.
It didn’t take us much time to reconnect from that point. She was still staying in Singapore. But she would travel to India a couple of times a year to meet her parents.
Even though she was in her late 40s now, she hadn’t lost her charm. A mother of two, she looked all the more radiant. She was pleasantly surprised to see me, now married, still remembering the little kid who came to her for tuition. Her comments left me blushing.
Some were pure compliments, while others were borderline flirtatious. It was a given that we would catch up on her next trip to India, and we did. Unlike most times, this was a solo trip for her because of her kid’s school. The excitement was running so high.
When she opened the door, we fell into each other’s arms. It came instinctively. The teacher-student barrier no longer existed.
“Oh my god! Revati Miss, how are you?” My voice couldn’t hide my happiness.
“What Miss? Please call me Revati now. You are no longer my student,” she corrected me.
It was a bit awkward at first, but then I got the hang of calling her Revati. We were by ourselves in her parent’s house, who were out for some family function.
It didn’t take us much time to get friendly with each other. We rekindled those memories, spoke about our careers, and reflected on how things have changed.
“So, how’s married life? No kids yet?” Revati enquired.
“Married life is good, but we have no plans for a kid right now,” I replied.
Revati gave me a quizzical expression, “Is it?”
“Are you worried that it might affect your sex life?” She asked jokingly.
I laughed, “Only you can answer that question right now!”
“To a certain extent, yes! Once you have kids, you tend to miss the intimate time,” her voice suggesting that even they did. “Mahesh and I couldn’t really get back to our usual routine in the bed once both the kids were born,” she added with regret in her tone.
I tried to brighten up the mood a little.
“Talking about intimate moments, I’ve got a confession to make,” I looked at her apologetically.
She was now completely intrigued. Her expression suggested that she wanted to hear something juicy. “What? Tell me!”
“I once saw you and Mahesh kissing passionately in your bedroom!” I hid my face sheepishly.
“What???” She looked at me with fake anger. “I never thought of you as a naughty kid.”
“It was an accident!” I defended myself.
“I hope we weren’t doing anything more than that?” She quizzed me.
I looked at her with a blank face, suggesting that I was hiding something.
“Oh god, what else did you see?” She had almost covered her face in embarrassment.
I paused, took a moment, and replied sheepishly
“Mahesh was firmly squeezing your ass!”
Revati couldn’t remember but was just stunned. She calmed down with a gentle smile on her face and shook her head, “You kids!”
This revelation broke any inhibitions we had at that moment, allowing us to engage in conversation.
She asked, a little surprised, “You still remember it?”
I nodded affirmatively. “That was probably my first view of an intimate moment.”
“Did you enjoy it?” She coaxed further.
“I think so because I think that was the first time I got an erection!” I confessed.
Revati gasped with both her hands on her mouth but didn’t react too much after that.
“I’m sure you must have seen a lot of intimate moments after that,” she tried to defuse the tension.
“You mean yours or porn?” I asked mischievously
“Haha! I meant porn and with your wife,” she winked.
From that point on, the conversation took a naughty turn, something she was enjoying a lot. It turned out she also enjoyed watching porn, even now.
“When Mahesh is out of town, I watch it at night to help myself,” she smiled. “What about you? What kind of porn do you prefer?” She asked me.
“Mostly erotic, but I also enjoy watching threesomes and MILF!” I answered
“Ooh! That’s horny. But what’s MILF?” She was completely unaware of it.
“Mother I’d like to fuck!” I replied with a surprised look.
Revati twisted a little in her chair, her expression approving my choice, “Really? Do you like mature women?”
“Oh, I love them!” I replied, looking straight in her eyes.
I paused and just gave a smile. She understood.
“You naughty boy! Really? When?” She was surprised, thrilled, and now completely invested in hearing the story.
“I think it was some time last year!” I told her.
“What? Seriously? But aren’t you married for 7 years now?” her eyes were now completely widened
It was then I realised that I needed to tell her about Urmi’s & mine sexual shenanigans over the past couple of years. I narrated to her how it all started in Hyderabad (Read: An Erotic Vacation).
Revati looked at me in disbelief, not sure how to react. She was calm yet restless. I could see something lingering in her eyes, something that was missing when we met.
“This mature woman you slept with, how old was she?” Her questions now seemed to have a purpose.
I told her about both my times with Kusum (Read: Caring for the caretaker). Revati realised that Kusum was her age, and she smiled inwardly.
“So basically, you have slept happily with a woman of my age?” She reconfirmed. I nodded positively.
There was a long pause in our conversation. Revati subconsciously started playing with her coffee mug, trying to avoid eye contact with me for some time. I somehow sensed what was lingering in her eyes and her mind.
Finally, she looked up. Her eyes found the necessary courage. They confirmed that my senses weren’t wrong.
“Am I good enough to be your MILF?” She asked me as she moved her long hair to one side. She was wearing an off-shoulder top, which was hidden under her dense hair. Her breasts seemed to be lifted by a strapless bra. Her cleavage became more prominent from that point on.
“I would love to!” I replied instantly. “I won’t deny that I have masturbated thinking about you,” I added.
She smiled. Her cheeks weren’t able to hide her excitement, knowing that I used to think about her while masturbating.
“But, are you sure?” I confirmed.
She got up from her chair, walked towards me, and removed her top. It wasn’t a strapless bra but padded cups that were lifting her breasts. Revati’s breasts weren’t big, but they didn’t sag even a bit.
“Woah!” I exclaimed in excitement. “They look amazing,” I added. She squeezed them purposely to make them more prominent.
“I’ll tell you a little secret about my visits to India later,” she whispered in my ears. The tone suggested that they weren’t just family visits.
She dropped her pyjamas, revealing a sexy laced panty. It seemed that she had just done full body waxing before coming to India. My doubts were solving themselves at every turn.
Revati spun around seductively, asking, “Do you like it?” I was astonished that I never noticed her ass in those two years. It was well-rounded and perfectly shaped.
I spanked her, “I’m going to enjoy this MILF!”
She knelt, tied her hair in a pony, and proceeded to remove my jeans. I helped to make the process faster. Revati was stunned to see the massive bulge in my underwear that was now pulsating.
She gently moved her hand over it, feeling its shape and size before revealing it to herself.
“I think that’s the biggest one I’ve seen!”
“Biggest one?” I questioned her. “Sshh! The secret,” she said.
I was slowly understanding her secret even without her telling me about it.
Revati finally pulled down my underwear. My penis was already hard from our conversations, pre-cum oozing out and forming a string around the tip.
“Oh my god! It’s amazing,” Revati exclaimed. She held it in her hand, gently stroking it and feeling every muscle. Finally, after caressing it thoroughly, she dived into it, engulfing it in one go.
My head tilted back in satisfaction. Revati was actually deep-throating my penis. I was sure it wasn’t the first time with someone other than Mahesh. Her saliva coated my penis, and she moved on to stroking it further, getting it harder than it had ever been before.
She pulled out her phone and told me to take a picture of her licking my dick. I raised my eyebrows, but she just put her finger to her lip and winked. I obliged with the best angle I could. The picture was instantly shared with someone.
Revati grabbed my hand, and we walked naked across her big living room into her bedroom.
As soon as we entered the bedroom, Revati pounced on me, and we got into a passionate lip-lock. Memories of that day as a kid flooded back. But this time, it was me rather than Mahesh entwined with Revati.
I pulled her closer, pushing my tongue inside her mouth. It was something that she was experiencing for the first time. Her moans suggested that she was thoroughly enjoying this.
“I’ve never been kissed like that before,” she said with a satisfied smile.
“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” I added.
That sentence turned on Revati completely. I threw her on the bed and split her legs. Even before I could show her my tongue skills, she had grabbed the pillows tightly, anticipating the pleasure.
I gently circled my tongue on her outer lips first, teasing her. She gasped, feeling the tip of my tongue getting closer to her clitoris. I stopped just short, raising her anticipation.
“Please do it! Please do it!” She begged me to continue towards her clit. I obliged.
The instant my tongue made contact with her clitoris, Revati’s hips lifted subconsciously, reacting to the intense pleasure that was now flowing through her genitals. She moved her hips so that she could place her pleasure points exactly on my tongue.
I licked her for a good 5-10 minutes until she couldn’t take it any more. Her pussy was dripping with my saliva and her cum.
“Ohhh, god!” Revati couldn’t stop gushing about her pleasure. I separated the padded cups from her breasts. Her nipples had turned taut, another childhood memory that flashed in front of my eyes.
Without any hesitation, I dived onto them, licking them gently with my tip first and then slathering them with full force. Revati had grabbed my head, pushing it deeper into her breasts, squeezing them simultaneously as if feeding me.
“I hope Mahesh isn’t going to see your boobs for some time now?” I asked her after leaving a lot of bite marks on them.
“Not at least for a few weeks,” she replied. She grabbed my dick once again, stroking it with purpose, ensuring it stayed hard as if she needed to do that to keep it hard.
“I wasn’t expecting this, so I didn’t pack any condoms,” I told her with a dejected face.
She got up, walked seductively towards the cupboard, and pulled out a condom from deep within her drawer.
“Why do you have condoms here?” I feigned ignorance, something even she realised now.
“I’ll tell you when this is over!” She replied as she helped me wear the condom.
“Do you like doggy style?” She looked at me naughtily
“Oh, I love doggy style!” I replied with pure lust
Revati turned around, got on her fours, and spread her perfect booty. Her ass was well-rounded, giving a great view of her wet pussy.
“Come on in!” She teased me, putting a bit of her saliva on her pussy.
I have penetrated so many women before her, but the moment my dick entered her pleasure hole, it felt different. The decade-long desires finally took over my emotions.
“Your pussy feels so good!” I told her as I started gently.
“Do you like its texture?” She asked over her gentle moans. I nodded with a huge smile.
“I want you to pound it harder!” Revati was now getting hornier by the minute.
Her gentle moans were now echoing loudly in the bedroom. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”
I pulled out to turn her towards me. I grabbed her and made her sit on my lap, perfectly placing her pussy on my throbbing dick and pounding her again.
“How does that feel?” I asked her passionately as her eyes kept drifting between reality and pleasure.
“That feels so good! Keep going, don’t stop!” Revati was now commanding extreme pleasure from me. Her nails were now digging deep in my back, validating her happiness.
“I want to cum on you, Revati” I looked deep into her eyes as I said that.
“Go ahead!” She told me with great excitement.
I dropped her on the bed, removed my condom, and started stroking my penis. Revati moved her eyes between my penis and me, trying to determine the exact moment I’ll ejaculate.
It took me only a few seconds to release a massive load on her. The spray was so powerful that it covered her from her boobs to her pussy, with a few drops just falling near her chin. We both took a moment, gasping for air.
“I’ve never seen such a huge ejaculation before,” Revati’s sounded content.
“It was pent up for decades,” I winked at her. She laughed.
“Can you take a picture of me with this load and your penis?” She asked as she handed me her phone again.
As I gave her a quizzical expression, she said, “I’m about to tell you my secret!”
I obliged with a nice picture that gave any onlooker a good view of the crime scene. She cleaned herself up and then proceeded to send the picture once again to someone.
The group name read, “Mommy’s Club.”
She then opened it and showed me its members and their chats, revealing her secret to me and then making me a part of it.
To be continued.