It happened a couple of days ago. I was just hanging around at Nilesh's place like almost everyday - just relaxing. Nilesh's one of my best friends and I often visit him in the evening so I get to enjoy one of Mrs. Puspha' delicious meals.
Nilesh's mother is 48 but she looks good and her giant natural breasts always give me a hard-on within just seconds. Of course her tummy isn't flat like 30 years ago but that never bothered me really. I often think about fucking Mrs. Puspha while jerking off since I once saw her bathing in the backyard with nothing more on than a very small bra and panty slip.
I visited Nilesh a thousand times before and it was always the same thing. Watching TV, playstation gaming, two beers or three and from time to time some glasses of J&B...but this time it was a little different.
Nilesh and I were sitting in the living room watching music videos on MTV when the doorbell rang. Nilesh's mother opened and a few moments later she called for Nilesh. After checking the door Nilesh returned with an angry looking face.
"What's up", I asked.
"I could kill him. My father needs me at his office to do the damn book keeping for him because he has to show up at some fucking business meeting. Damn!"
"What does this mean to me?"
"Either you wait or you go. Or would you like to come with me and do a little happy book keeping, hm?"
"No thanks. When will you be back.?"
"I don't know exactly but I don't think it will last longer than about two hours."
"Well then, till later."
"Fine. I'll hurry. Maybe I can make it in one and a half hours."
Right after Nilesh had left, Mrs. Puspha came down the stairs. She came into the living room and placed herself on the couch, right next to me.
"Well Vishal," she said with a calm voice "so you decided to stay with me?"
"I guess that's right, aunty."
I was kind of nervous because Mrs. Puspha was wearing a red loose silk dress and as I could see, no bra. She was sitting right next to me and her elbow was resting on my underarm. She sighed hard and put her right foot on her left knee so her sole touched my knee. She reached forward and began to massage her foot when suddenly she quickly released her foot and leaned back. "Is everything alright?" I asked.
"Sure honey, it's just my damn back. Would you do me a favor and massage my feet for me?" I couldn't believe my ears. The mature woman of my dreams asked me for a foot massage? A foot massage is the first step to a sexual experience with a woman, and she asked for it! "I will be my pleasure, I said.
She leaned aside and placed her feet in my lap. Directly onto the sensitive part. I felt a little reaction from my dick as her feet touched my pants. I started with her left foot. I first stroked it a little instead of massaging it but when she didn't stop me I began to stroke every single toe. Mrs. Puspha moaned quietly. I pressed her pads softly and ran my fingers up and down her sole. After about two minutes Mrs. Puspha said:" And now please do the other one." She raised her left foot and placed it on my shoulder so I could catch a glimpse of her white silk panties between her spread legs. I couldn't help staring at it for a moment but it was long enough for her to recognize it. She smiled and pulled up her dress a little giving me a better view. I spotted a light gray stain on her white slip telling me that she was getting horny too. I looked at her silk covered tits and her huge nipples stood straight up. I had never seen nipples of that size before. They must have been more than half an inch long. She started using her big toe to play with my flap. She ran it all over the right side of my face then she softly pushed my lips apart and slid her toe right into my hungry mouth. I began to lick the bottom side of her big toe and with my hands I was still stroking her other foot. Mrs. Puspha again moaned quietly. "Have you ever seen an older lady's boobs?" she asked.
"No."
