This story is dedicated to her dear editor "Laurence Davidson". I worked on this and then gave it to him, and he completely ripped it to pieces and forced me to rework it. I think it's much better and he deserves the credit. Thank you "Laurence Davidson".
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Amit, Asish and Fahim had been best pals since high school, the three of them were inseparable. They did everything together––schooling, partying, sports, games, almost everything. Amit and Asish both lived along the same street. They were just 18 years in age back then. They had finished their high school last year and now were enrolled in college. At 19, Fahim was the oldest of their group. Fahim was an incredibly handsome young man but, unknown to all of their friends, was still a virgin. He did have girls as friends but never had an intimate relation with any of them. He was just too shy.
Fahim however had learned a great deal about sex. He was addicted to internet porn which had replaced his alone-time that used to be spent gaming. Now he would spend hours watching porn, especially clips featuring mature women – women who knew what they were doing and were not shy or prudish. He loved these clips – watching voluptuous mature big-breasted women fucking and sucking big cocks as if it was the best thing in the world. He especially got off – shooting huge ropes of cum up his chest, watching a lush round woman taking a big cock up their ass and loving it. But that was just fantasy ... women didn't really do that ... did they? Fahim knew he was just too shy to ever find out if women like that really existed.
Amit was different. He was a little rascal. Unlike Fahim, he was daring and bold. Amit had many girlfriends and was unfaithful to all of them. He had lost count of the slaps that he had received from various women and yet he always went back for more.
Amit was always eager to share tales with his pals about the girls he'd kissed, tits he'd touched and nibbled, and the long list of women he claimed to have fucked, though Fahim and Asish didn't believe any of it. Nevertheless, he was a great guy and they simply put his tall tales and infidelity down to his adorable rogue-like character.
One day Amit told Fahim that he had fucked Asish's mother and had continued the relationship ever since that first time a few months back. Of course, Fahim hadn't believed him but ironically, as Fahim listened to his details, he imagined it was Amit's mother, Rani, and not Asish's.
Yes; for a very long time Rani was his dream-woman, though, unlike Amit, Fahim was too shy and would never have courage to dare show his true feelings. He was certainly in love with that woman and had often thought about her while jerking off.
His visions of Rani filled his imagination. Her beautiful face – that captivating smile and large dark sparkling eyes, her lush full lips, her big breasts, her flared hips and sexy round ass fueled almost all of his masturbation fantasies.
Amit, on short notice, left town and went to help care for his ailing grandfather. Over two weeks passed without the guys getting to hang out. Amit, feeling like he could do no more to help out as his grandfather was on the mend, went back home and texted his buddies he was back.
"Who is it?" Fahim heard Amit's mother from inside as he knocked the door.
"It's me, Aunty... it's Fahim" he answered from the other side of the door.
"Come in Fahim, why are you standing out there?" Said Rani Aunty, opening the door and inviting him in. It had been weeks since they had met. She warmly welcomed him as always, leaning into him with a hug and kissed him on both cheeks. Fahim was immediately aroused when he felt her big lush breasts press against him and her perfume flooded his senses.
Rani was a gorgeous woman. Even in her late thirties, she had a lovely wrinkleless face framed with rich, shiny long black hair and had beautiful large dark eyes framed by full long eyelashes that sucked his gaze in. Her skin was a flawless rich mocha brown and so soft and warm to the touch. She had the most beautiful smile Fahim had ever seen, with a perfect set of gleaming white teeth. Over the years she had maintained her womanly figure well. Her voluptuously curvy body was in good shape and was well toned, with large firm breasts, a tightly tapered waist flaring out to round womanly hips and a perfect pear-shaped ass.
Despite her slightly heavier appearance she looked stunning, turning heads wherever she went and, in fact, it was within her charms, her soft round voluptuous figure that Fahim found her so attractive. She embodied the erotic appeal of a grownup woman and not of the under-developed girls that he had been friends with.
To make matters worse for Fahim, Rani Aunty was a flirt by nature. She was naturally very passionate and quite kinky in bed too, unknown to all but her husband.
That day, she was dressed in a flowing pink and gold sari which was wrapped to expose her belly beneath a translucent blouse. Her lush hair hung loose, brushed down past her shoulders. She was a heart-stopping vision of curvy feminine allure that made Fahim's breath catch as he shyly gazed at her.
"Would you stay a little while? Do you care for a cup of tea, Fahim?" she offered.
"Sure Aunty, I'd love some tea" he replied, happy to have some time to gaze upon the woman of his naughtiest dreams.
Fahim had known her for years but had never, despite his crush on her, let on his true feelings. She was Amit's mother after all, married and out of his league. But that day was different for some reason. Perhaps being alone with her had an intoxicating effect on him. All of a sudden things had changed and he felt a surge in his cock.
Rani returned after a few minutes with a tray carrying two cups of tea.
"Thank you so much, Aunty." Said Fahim, finding it difficult to avoid staring at her and fidgeting in his seat in an attempt to conceal his obviously huge hard-on. Something that didn't escape Rani's eyes.
Rani sat closely beside Fahim on the sofa and they chatted for a while, until their conversation turned to Amit, Asish and his own personal life. She asked him about their friends and college life, talking candidly until Fahim accidentally mentioned Amit's relationship with Asish's mother–surely a slip of tongue.
Fahim blanched with embarrassment at having divulged this secret and as he lowered his gaze, feeling red in the face, he noticed that the side of her sari was caressing the smooth silky skin of her exposed navel. Embarrassed, but he couldn't help to feast his eyes with the alluring sight and thank goodness she appeared not to observed it at first. As he shifted uneasily on the sofa, mindful of the erection in his trousers, she noticed his eyes staring at her exposed navel. Rather than being offended however, she dropped her hand onto her thigh, gently massaging the flesh beneath her sari. Her eyes met him as she spoke.
"What's the problem with them having a relationship?" she asked. "You and I also have one."
"No!" Fahim replied, "Not that kind of relationship Aunty."
"Oh, I see ... you mean they have some illicit sexual relationship?" she asked casually and then rested her hand on his thigh.
"Yes," he said. "Amit had described the relationship to me – actually in quite a bit of detail."
"What did he tell you?" She added, "Tell me everything" and as Rani said this Fahim noticed how big her tits were and how her nipples, obviously hard, were tenting out the front of her sari. This momentary glance made his cock even harder and he could feel it pulse in time to his heartbeat. He was feeling nervous as her hand on his thigh was no gently caressing his leg.
Fahim was surprised by her request. As he hesitantly repeated what his friend had told him, he watched the expressions on her face unconsciously glancing at her large chest ever few moments – glances that did not go unnoticed by Rani. Despite the fact that it was a relationship between her own son and an older woman that he was describing, she appeared unconcerned and calm. On the contrary, she was gazing at him lustfully and he noticed with embarrassment that she kept looking down at his big straining cock which was completely hard from telling the story to her.
"I know Asish's mother. She's a very sexy woman, isn't she?" She looked into his eyes, and continued without waiting for his reply. "I know she is attracted to young men like you. And, Amit of course has the natural sexual desires of a boy of his age." Her dark gaze again penetrated his eyes. "But, tell me Fahim, do you like her too?"
This question caught Fahim completely off guard. As he was unsure how to respond, he merely gaped at her in tongue-tied silence. His cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum, making a damp dark spot where the tip of his generous cock head met the fabric of his slacks. He knew she had noticed as he struggled to hide his erection, but as she looked at his crotch and giggled, her breath caught, lustful thoughts coursing through her imagination. She couldn't, wouldn't believe that Fahim had such a big penis, but she started to get the idea that she wanted to find out just how big he was.
"I see you also want to sleep with her?" Said she teasingly. "Do you think about her when you're... I mean when you're aroused? Like you are now?"
Fahim nodded angling his gaze down at the carpeted floor in embarrassment. "I'm sorry Aunty ... I should go" he said, terrified that she would think him a cad.
"No ... Don't go. It's understandable that you'd be attracted to her." She continued. "She's beautiful and very sexy too; it's not surprising that you feel ... that way for her." Suddenly words gushed out of his mouth. "But I love you more than her. You are so much more beautiful and sexy!" Fahim, emboldened, finally smiled as he blurted out his most secret confession.
She looked at him with a conspiratorial grin and whispered, "Are you kidding?"
"No... you really are a very desirable woman Rani Aunty." he said.
She laughed. "You're a liar, but I do love you."
"Liar?" he repeated, confused. "What do I lie about?"
"About finding me desirable of course." She said self-depreciatively.
"I have never found any woman more desirable, sexier or as sweet as you" he said passionately, his eyes pleading and wantonly needing her to believe his sincerity.
"You really think so?" Rani asked, pushing him further, as she moved her hand back to his thigh very close to his big prick. She could feel her pussy swelling and getting wet as she pushed him to reveal his secret desires.
Unknown to Fahim, Rani thought about big virile young cocks all the time; in fact, many times a day she fantasized about big hard young cocks filling her up, sometimes more than one at a time, ravishing every hole she had and with those thoughts she would masturbate as often as privacy allowed.
