I shook hands with Neha's mom, hoping that my face wasn't registering my realization of just exactly how attractive she was. She really was a very lovely woman but, then again, I'd always had a weakness for Indian women. I'd never slept with Neha, but not for lack of trying. When she suggested that we must have met at some point when Neha and I were at school together, I replied that I seriously doubted it because I absolutely would have remembered meeting someone as lovely as she. This elicited an embarrassed chuckle from her and a guffaw from her husband, standing next to her. I think he thought I was trying to be funny, but I couldn't have been more sincere. When she met my eyes again, I think she realized that, even if he didn't.
Neha had invited a bunch of us to her parents new house which had a large, open basement with a nice long bar and a backyard with a big deck and a pool; it was sort of a belated graduation party. Her parents didn't leave the house during the party that first night and, in fact, mingled occasionally throughout the evening. It didn't feel like they were keeping tabs on what we were up to; it seemed more like they were just interested in socializing with Neha's friends. I was pleased that they weren't hiding upstairs because each time her mom came down, it gave me a chance not only to admire her full, healthy figure but to flirt with her, as well. I wasn't laying it on too thick, like I would if I was trying to get laid; I was just very complimentary and let her know that, regardless of what her husband might imply with his laughter, she was still sexy and desirable. I got the impression that she appreciated the attention, though I never expected any more than to make her feel good.
As the party wound down on that first night, people just grabbed spots on the floor around the house and crashed in sleeping bags. I found a quiet, out-of-the-way corner and slipped into my own sleeping bag wearing lounge pants and a t-shirt. As I lay there, listening to the murmurings dying down and the snoring picking up, I eventually heard someone moving around. It wasn't completely dark, so I kept my eyes peeled to see who was wandering through the house. It turned out to be Neha's mom, apparently making one last round to make sure that everyone had found a place to sleep and was comfortable. I didn't hear her speak to anyone, but it looked as though she checked on each person as she went by. I didn't pretend to be sleeping as she approached me, wanting her face to be the last thing in my mind when I finally did go to sleep.
Seeing that I was awake she smiled and leaned down to ask in a whisper why I wasn't asleep. As she leaned over, however, she allowed her long robe to fall open, revealing a short, green nightgown with very thin straps beneath it. I tried to answer her while looking into her beautiful, big brown eyes, but as her massive cleavage was revealed I couldn't help but become distracted. I did manage to choke out an answer to her question and, despite the effect of her attire on my brain, it was pretty sharp; I told her that no one had kissed me good-night, so I was having trouble falling asleep. As she lowered herself into a squatting position beside me, the hem of her nightgown rode up and, by the time she was sitting on her heels, I could see under it right up to her black bush tucked between her brown thighs.
Tearing my eyes away to look at her face, I could see that she was aware of what she was exposing to me. She looked around to make sure that, from where we were, we weren't visible to anyone else who might be awake. Comfortable that we wouldn't be seen, she whispered that, while she was surprised that no one else had offered to kiss me good-night, she didn't want me lying awake all night. As she moved forward, going from sitting on her heels to kneeling, we were clearly on the same page because as I slid my hand up her inner thigh toward her bush, I felt her hand land on my stiff cock, which was tenting out my sleeping bag. She pressed her lips against mine as my fingertips found her bush and my other hand grabbed the back of her head while I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She offered no resistance and her tongue was quickly exploring my mouth, as well, while she massaged my throbbing cock.
Meanwhile, my fingers had found her dripping slit and had begun sliding up and down it before concentrating on her clit. After a few minutes, I pulled my mouth from hers and asked if she'd like to straddle my face and let me lick her pussy. She replied that she would like that but that she would be concerned about her ability to remain quiet. She suggested that instead we meet in the bathroom in a few minutes, where we could lock the door behind us. When I agreed, she slowly stood and closed her robe, then moved away through the house. I waited a minute or so, listening intently, then followed her with my lounge pants tented out in front of me. I moved quietly through the first floor, alert for any sound or movement, then found the bathroom door slightly ajar and a sliver of light escaping from it.
My erection had gone down some by the time I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me, but once I was holding Neha's mom in my arms and my cock was pressed against her soft belly, I was quickly rising again. I slipped my arms under her robe and gripped her big ass through the slippery material of her nightgown while we started making out again. My cock was rigid against her stomach and she ended up pulling away from me slightly to massage it through my pants. She looked down as she reached into my pants and gripped my rigid shaft, looking up into my eyes to say, "You really do find me attractive, don't you?"
