It was at a time when Sheela lay between Nalini's legs, resting back on her. She felt the soft breasts against her back and let the full weight of her body rest back and slump in comfort on the motherly warm woman who had just finished loving her, ever so tenderly.
"Do you mind?" asked Sheela reaching for her discarded jeans and pulling out a cigarette to light.
"You smoke?" asked Nalini, somewhat shocked.
"We all do. We smoke. We drink. We have boy friends. And," she added thoughtfully, 'we fuck."
At the use of the 'f' word, Nalini's hand protectively closed around the girl sitting between her legs, one hand on one breast and the other holding her lower tummy.
Smoking, fucking. She thought back to her own youth. All prim and proper with some serious limits on what was acceptable and what not. A glance or a smile at any one of the guys was a big deal. Pausing to exchange a sentence with any one was a major expression of romantic interest. And here was a contrasting generation.
"Fuck?" she asked Sheela.
They had just finished a serious bout of pleasuring in which once again, Nalini played the dominant, if maternal role. Sheela returned the favor, but only in small measure and Nalini was still on simmer, unsatiated.
But she had time during the day. She had a choice of lovers, and she was not excluding or counting out the lovely firm body of the young woman couched between her legs.
"Yup!" replied the young student, casually. "Mostly among friends. They are called 'fuck-buddies'. But most of the guys are a complete disappointment," sighed Sheela, pressing backward and rubbing herself against the warmth of the mature woman as if to contrast with the guys.
"Hey! Don't say that," said Nalini, idly lipping Sheela's earlobe and sending a shiver down that woman. These delicate touches and the ability to cum again and again and again were some of the things that the guys never could enjoy.
"Why?" asked Sheela.
"My nephew. He is in your age group. I don't think he is interested or into this sort of thing. And if he was, dashing young man that he is, he must be good," said Nalini protectively.
Sheela laughed. "That's like having a car and not knowing how to drive it. That is how most of these guys are," she said. The younger woman's mind drifted to her completely unsatisfying encounters with her 'fuck-buddy'; and then the contrast to the electrifying encounter she had with the professor and his wife.
Deeper for her, was that the threesome opened the door for her to approach the professor. She cornered him at the university office afterward and she had him to herself. In that threesome the professor and his wife had pleasured her, no doubt. But they kept the best of each other for themselves. And Sheela wanted to taste the best of the professor. That she got in his office. And she enjoyed the mature, measured pace of the man's loving.
It was a question of quality (with the professor) over quantity (with the fuck-buddies) who had the ability to go several rounds in the course of one night.
"None of these guys know anything about treating a woman," said Sheela, turning around and looking Nalini deep in the eye. "They don't know a thing about kissing," she said, nibbling at Nalini's lips the way she had been taught. "They don't know a thing about to arouse a breast before wanting to suck it," and she leaned down and weighed and gently kneaded the breasts as if to bring forth the milk before applying her lips to gently suck on Nalini's mammaries.
"And they definitely don't know how to do this," she whispered hoarsely as she sank between Nalini's now spreading legs. It was time to return the favor. She sucked and kissed and tongued Nalini, coaxing the lips open wide. Fingers slid in ever so gently, caressing the walls, willing them to yield their juices to the waiting woman between the legs.
And when Nalini was all jelly, she focused on fucking and tonguing the opening of the labia and the nub of flesh, fingers doing the work of stimulating her insides to give way.
Sheela proved a good student as Nalini groaned first, then screamed and finally shouted out her orgasm. She thrashed her cunt into the persistent mouth of the young woman as if to fuck back.
Sheela held Nalini's tummy gently down, as she had been taught to. Nalini beat against the body and every ounce of pleasure was release and she spent to a wonderful finish. Pulling up the woman between her legs, she kissed her fulsomely tasting her own juices in the process.
And Sheela whispered to her, "Teach all this to that young man if you are so worried or proud." She meant it as a tease. But the sudden surge in Nalini's breasts and the resurgent warmth between her legs told her something different.
And Then
All of this played in her mind when her eighteen-year old nephew came by. Sitting for hours with the Professor for his math coaching for which he came, the young man felt the need for a proper back massage. And who better than his aunt to provide him that relief.
She had done that on many occasions but this time Nalini was conscious of Sheela's advice to her. In fact, she had been conscious of all that from the moment the young man stepped into the house. She noticed his body, his muscles and the bulge in his crotch.
When she entered the room to massage the back she found him lying on his tummy. Nalini was torn between desire and wanting the young, presumably virgin flesh and relief that he was not on his back so that she would be inhibited by the front of his body being open to her.
She straddled his back her hands pressing down jointly as she knew shiatsu was done. She worked quietly with not a word exchanged between them. Each was quiet for their own reasons.
She worked his lower back. And then steadily her hands moved up the spine. As she moved up, she shimmied her body up to reach farther up. At the angle needed to put weight on her hands she found after a while that her groin was against the young man's taut ass. It provided too much of a temptation for her. She ground her self on the flesh beneath.
It felt good. The relief her pussy needed came from the grinding indeed. She leaned forward again, hoping her nephew would not notice that it was intentional. She changed her angle, spreading her legs still sider so that her cunt lips would receive the full impact of her grinding. When she leaned forward the next time her lips splayed open and she massaged herself well.
The pleasure was so intense that Nalini forgot about being careful. She rocked back and forth, her movements slowly resembling that of a fucking woman and the effects on her pussy was as desired. She groaned... for the most part inwardly, but for some part it was audible.
A few more thrusts later she was completely without regard for the finer aspects of what she was doing. She humped without restraint and her moaning and groans become more audible, till in a shudder she spent... holding down on the boy's ass.
None of this was lost on Nikhil from the very beginning. He had felt her coarse hair through the think fabric of the nightdress. After a few more thrusts he knew for sure that his aunt was masturbating by grinding against his ass. The boy froze.
Reddened with pleasure and with the embarrassment of having let her physical needs get the better of her, Nalini fled the room, leaving as quietly as she had come.
Later
"I ran out of nightclothes," he mumbled.
"But how? You only just got here!" blurted out Nalini.
"Its dirty - just run the washing machine once more for me. It will dry by night" he said and ran off.
Nalini sighed and thought to herself, "Boys, boys, boys!" she went to the clothesbasket and pulled out the pajamas and her hand felt the sticky mess in them. She looked and saw the gobs of semen. The boy had done what all boys do: masturbate. She had no way of knowing it but it the boy had fantasized about his buxom aunt and imagined fucking her.
She was his fantasy woman, every time, regardless of where he was. And in her presence not only did she retain her prime position; he just had more of her to see and masturbated more often than he ever did otherwise.
