I have known Dileep since my childhood, we were classmates, played gully cricket, and also been on the same science project teams.
We both are now in our early 20s and working as software engineers.
One thing special about Dileep was his mom, she was different. Back here in India, especially in South India married women usually are covered and would avoid looking sexy. But Dileep's mom is not your typical Indian woman.
She as a early 40s woman dresses provocatively, she wears a tight kurta that highlights her round ass and shapely thighs, and her large breasts dangling beneath it.
Her deep cleavage barely covered the tops of her areolas. Her tits are juicy and you could tell how soft it is, sometimes you can see that shake and it is unresistible. A body so provocative one cannot stop ogling at it. You wish you could just touch those smooth skin, feel her body, and taste her nipples... Well, this was not all; she walked with such ease, a confidence I could never get over.
Her lips are absolutely gorgeous too, thick luscious red ones.
Whenever she wears lip gloss, the glistening color shines brightly against her complexion. The way she carries herself. She carries herself with an attitude that would always make me admire her more. Imagining my dick inside those lips will probably be the biggest fantasy of all the men in our area.
When she wears a saree, her soft breasts show from the front, and those lovely mounds flaunting from the back make me even crazier for her. Her seductive charm makes everyone drool over her. In the saree, you also get to see her waist, which is very well-toned and looks good with those taut buttocks. Dileep's mother had all the qualities of a fine slut.