This is a purely imaginary story, set in a Bengali household in India.
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My mom Shobha Banerjee, aged forty-five years, has been divorced by my father some seven years back.
Mom is around five feet and three inches tall with a very fair complexion. She has a very sexy looking face with thick, lush, pouting lips and a perfect set of pearly white teeth. Shoulder length black hair with a reddish tinge of henna frame her face. A bit on the fatter side, her hips are wide, the type Indian men go crazy for. She has a couple of folds of extra fat on either side of her midriff. That makes her look more alluring. Her 28DD breasts are like two large bouncy globes. Having accidentally watched her changing her dress, I had seen her bare breasts a couple of times. Sagging slightly, they are shaped like domes or large onions. Two fat, juicy, upright nipples; deep brown in colour and the size of large grapes stand up proudly on a large base of light brown areolas adorning her large milk pots. Mom's large round asses, shaped like two big globes sway alluringly when she walks.
Mom usually dresses up in very low cut sleeveless blouses, which show the full length of her white, fleshy arms; a lot of cleavage and the major portion of her back. She wears her saree an inch below her navel, which again is an exquisite part of her body. Her navel is a perfect nice little hollow, centered right in the middle of her white fleshy belly.
Bengali women are known to be some of the hottest women in India and mom fits the tag perfectly. Although she hasn't had any man in her life since my father left her, she turns the head of every man whenever she goes out. I have watched how men, young and old, ogle at her voluptuous body with undisguised lust in their eyes. I don't know why she has not married or denied herself a boy friend after her divorce, but the way she carefully flaunts her ripe sexy body, would make even an impotent man regain his sexual vigour.
I have a few friends and one of them is Hamid. He is my best friend. Hamid is actually five years older than me. But since we live in the same locality we have become friends. Hamid is a very big guy. Also being a football player, he has a strong muscle bound body. Girls never fail to notice Hamid and a lot of them secretly desire to sleep with him. Naturally, he has an enviable sex life.
I was very close to Hamid for many reasons, but one important reason was that Hamid had initiated me into sex. Had he not coaxed one of his widow aunts to have sex with me, I would have remained a virgin till date. Hamid has no dearth of women as I have already stated. From young virgins to mature married ladies, the women considered themselves extremely lucky if they could get fucked by Hamid. I, on the other hand had only his widow aunt Zaheeda. We had to keep our relationship a very closely guarded secret, not only because it was illicit, but also because a Hindu guy having sex with a Muslim woman would not be taken too kindly by either of the societies.
One evening, Hamid and I sat together for a chat. We had a bottle of beer each and a plate of fries. The topic revolved around sex. Hamid asked me how I liked fucking his aunt Zaheeda. Although Zaheeda was a few years older than my mom, closer to fifty and a bit skinny, she was a very horny woman and fucking her was a delight. I said as much to Hamid.
"Actually, all mature women have a greater craving for sex. In fact, I enjoy sex more with mature women than with young girls," Hamid remarked matter of factly.
I had sex with only one woman in my life, who was a mature woman. From my own experience, I could tell that Hamid wasn't far from the truth.
The evening was wearing on and the alcohol had made both of us a bit mellow. Sipping bear from his mug, Hamid lowered his voice a bit and asked, "Your mom hasn't had any man in her life after her divorce?"
I replied in the negative.
"If you don't mind my saying...," Hamid trailed off.
"What? Come on. Speak freely," I said.
"...she must be horny as hell," Hamid completed his sentence. I remained silent, unsure as to what to say to that.
"Sorry Sandip, if I have hurt your feelings. The thought just came to my mind. No hard feelings pal." There was a tinge of regret in his voice.
"Not at all." I was quick to assuage Hamid's feelings. The last thing I wanted to see was any kind of misunderstanding between the two of us.
"Actually, I am not too sure about her sexual feelings. She has never expressed her thoughts to me," I replied thoughtfully.
"Its OK," Hamid said somewhat relieved.
"Actually, Shobhaji is a fine healthy woman and if I am honest, her dresses are pretty provocative," Hamid continued.
I couldn't disagree on that. And the fact remained that whenever Hamid had visited our house, he had a difficult time trying to conceal a very large and visible bulge between his legs which appeared whenever mom came near him.
Although my mom treated Hamid as just my friend and smiled and chatted with him whenever he came to our house, I have always had a faint suspicion that the appearance of this very sexy lady aroused Hamid strongly.
"Maybe, your mom does want sex with a man, but is afraid or hesitant to express it. It was the same with Zaheeda aunty you know?" Hamid asked questioningly.
"I knew she wanted to be fucked desperately, but it took a lot of convincing on my part to make her sleep with you. Very few women are overt in nature," he continued.
Sipping from my mug, I nodded silently in agreement.
"Sandip, Bengali women are very horny and have an insatiable appetite for sex," Hamid said.
"I agree with you totally on that one," I replied with a mischievous smile.
Hamid laughed aloud and then said, "Your mom being a Bengali woman and also for the fact that she hasn't had a man for such a long time, must be horny as hell. That's what I was saying at the beginning."
"Your logic is quite sound," I replied, also laughing aloud.
Here Hamid lowered his voice substantially and said, "There has been something else in my mind for some time. I wanted to talk to you about it. But being unsure as to whether it would be proper, I have refrained from raising the point with you."
"When I have heard so much, I might as well hear the rest of it. Come on," I replied quickly.
"You sure...?" Hamid asked hesitantly.
"Of course" I was quick to reply.
"Well...," his voice had dropped to a whisper, "Sandip, I find Shobhaji very attractive and sexy. I always think about her. She is in all my dreams and fantasies. I know I am too young to marry her. But I want to make love to her. Somehow I want to have her in my arms and kiss her." He said it all in almost one single breath.
"But how?" I asked aloud, wonder in my eyes.
"Leave it to me Sandip. Just tell me if you would mind if I tried to seduce her? But believe me, both, your mom and I would enjoy immensely from the experience. But if you find it objectionable, I wouldn't proceed." There was an earnestness in Hamid's voice.
"I have no objection to that, if she consents to your proposal. After all both of you are mature adults," I said calmly.
"Thanks. I will invite her to dinner one day and then let us see what fate has in store for us," he said almost gratefully.
The next day, Hamid came to our house to invite mom and me for a dinner at his place in the evening. Mom was very inquisitive as to the occasion. Hamid said that he had intended to invite her for a very long time, but had some problems till now. The problems having cleared, he wanted to have her as a guest. Mom readily agreed with a smile.
On the appointed day, in the evening mom and I arrived at Hamid's house at around eight in the evening. Mom had taken a lot of time for her makeup. She wore a black chiffon saree, a daringly cut sleeveless blouse and matching black high heel slippers. Her dress exposed her extremely fair, fleshy body more than it concealed. Moist red lipstick on her lush lips made her look like a sex goddess. Her nails were also painted in a shade of red matching with the colour of her lipstick. Her feet were adorned with silver anklets and toe rings, while she wore black glass bangles on her wrists. Her vampish looks was arousing even to me.
Hamid welcomed us warmly. He was smartly dressed too, in a tight fitted jeans and a fitting T shirt.
Food was ready to be served. There was some alcohol too. Mom didn't take alcohol. All the same, Hamid asked whether she would like some gin. He assured mom that gin had a nice tangy taste and was a ladies' favourite. Mom, after much persuasion, agreed to take a little. She obviously liked it as she took the glass without prompting after Hamid refilled it. Hamid and I took whisky. After the drinks steaming hot mutton biryani (a dish made with rice and mutton) and mutton curry were served. The food was extremely well cooked and delicious. We agreed to extra helpings without much persuasion on Hamid's part.
After finishing our food, we had one more round of drinks as we sat down to chat. After a while, I asked for permission to leave as I had a little bit of urgent work at home. I told mom to continue with her chat for some more time, after which Hamid would bring her home. She agreed to that. Obviously, she was finding the chat refreshing and enjoyable and didn't want to leave so early. I, on the other hand, instead of going home actually concealed myself in the adjoining room to watch the proceedings. That had been arranged by Hamid beforehand.
Immediately after I had left, Hamid sat himself next to mom on the sofa.
"Shobhaji, I am unhappy that you didn't like the food," he said with some hurt showing on his face.
"Oh no Hamid! In fact I liked it immensely. It was great." mom said.
