Neha was my first girlfriend. We started dating when we were nineteen. We met in college while pursuing our graduation in our hometown. I would spend a lot of my time at her house, we'd hang out, talk, play board games, make out -- all under the supervision of Neha's mom, Kavita. We were horny, of course, but thanks to Neha's mom, we could never really act on it. We were very comfortable with each other and always wanted to spend time with each other, so much so that sometimes Kavita would have to ask me to leave. One such time was when Neha's father was visiting. He was a high-ranking government official who was posted in Delhi whereas Kavita was a school principal in our hometown. Whenever he was in town, I was not allowed to visit Neha because he had no idea his daughter was dating a boy. This time, he stayed for over two weeks and around the second week, I was growing restless to meet Neha -- so I sneaked into her bedroom, through her window, with her help, while her parents were in their room, across the hall.
We talked and giggled quietly, while Neha's parents muffled voices could be heard from their rooms. We were alert -- I was supposed to sneak out if they left their room, but thankfully, their door was closed, and we could hear them easily and have enough time to make my escape. We held hands and talked about how I missed her. Suddenly, we heard this moan from Neha's parents' bedroom. Neha held her hand to her forehead and exclaimed, "There they go again." Neha had mentioned to me earlier that her parents used to have sex rather loudly whenever her father visited -- we had laughed about it -- and I had assumed that she was exaggerating the extent of it. But as I heard her loud moans, and the rhythmic clapping sound emanating from his pelvis pounding into her, I realized she was not exaggerating. Neha looked embarrassed and I tried to joke about it to make her more comfortable. "Look at them go. I hope we have sex like that when we are their age," I jokingly said.
"So you plan to make me wait that long before you put your dick in me," Neha said with a silly grin. She took her top off and held her bra-covered breasts together and shimmied for me. We were still virgins and the teenage hormones were driving us nuts. Nothing could stop us now. Hearing Neha's parents fuck was an unexpected turn on -- maybe it was weird that we fucked for the first time while her parents were doing the same in the next room, but that's how it happened. I couldn't help visualizing Neha's parents fucking as I pushed my hard virgin cock into her warm inviting pussy. Neha was a short plump girl, with ample breasts and a thick mound with dark curly hair. As I started slowly fucking her, I was thinking about her parents, who were still going at it. Man, they could fuck. Her father was a skinny fair-skinned guy while her mother was dark and fat. I was visualizing their sex akin to the BBW porn where we see skinny men fuck fat women with thick pussies. The thought of Kavita's dark hairy pussy made me cum inside Neha for the first time. And since then, I started looking at Kavita differently.
Kavita was no longer the fat old mother I used to view her as -- she was a wildly sexual being. Every time I would see her, I would remember her moans, the sound of her husband's pelvis hitting her thick thighs, I would imagine her naked. Meanwhile, Neha and I started sneaking around more and finding time to fuck like bunnies. What I never told Neha was that I would often think about her mother while I was fucking her. I would imagine I was licking Kavita's thick dark pussy while I would go down on her daughter -- it was kinda depraved, but that's how my teenage mind worked. Kavita started noticing that we were spending a lot of time in Neha's bedroom and instructed us to stay in the hall, while she would watch TV in her bedroom.
We would often quietly slip into Neha's bedroom and fuck quietly. Kavita was fat and had a bad knee, so we could hear her and tidy up when she started walking out from her room. We escaped being caught narrowly a few times, until the time she caught us. It was sort of hilarious. I was licking Neha, and she was moaning a little and we missed the sound of Kavita's footsteps till she was in the hall. When we realized, I gathered my clothes and hit behind a cupboard. Neha pretended to be alone but somehow Kavita knew I was there. Usually, she wouldn't come into Neha's room, because it was a little cramped, but this time she walked across and checked behind the cupboard which was the only blind spot from the door. There I was, naked, with a semi-hard penis, with my clothes in my hand. She looked at my penis, then at my face, then at my penis again. The few seconds felt like a lifetime. "Put your clothes on and some to the hall," she said in a stern voice.
We were scolded and I was prohibited from coming to their house. We still sneaked around some times, but not as often. We had very different friend circles in college and Neha didn't want people to know we were seeing each other -- so we could only meet at her place. Due to the prohibition Neha's mother put on us, we started meeting less often and started drifting apart a little. This was before mobile phones were mainstream -- Neha's mum used to monitor their landline too so we couldn't speak as often either. We would break up and get back together every other week. When Neha got dial-up internet installed, her phone line started being engaged at night because she would use the internet -- it frustrated me a lot.
Then I caught Neha flirting with some guy on Yahoo Chat. And things just started going downhill. When I was leaving town for my Masters, Kavita sat us down and gave us a speech. Basically, she was asking us if we wanted to keep on seeing each other or wanted to break it off, since we were moving away. I was naïve and said I wanted to keep on dating. But a month later, Neha informed me that she had met someone else. I was furious but couldn't do anything. I called up Kavita and asked her how she could let it happen. She asked me why I thought she could control Neha when she could never stop us from going at it. And that was the end of us.
A few years passed. Neha's father passed away from a heart attack. But we never really established contact. Then, one autumn, I was visiting my folks and I happened to run into Kavita while shopping for groceries in the market. We exchanged pleasantries. I noticed that she had lost a little weight -- I complimented her about it. "Why don't you come home this evening?" she invited me. I tried to get out of it, saying it might be weird between Neha and me. "Neha is not here. She is in hostel in Agartala," Kavita informed me. "You come visit me. Give this old lady some company", Kavita said with a wry smile. I told her I would come. It was odd. She was never so friendly with me earlier. Maybe she had mellowed with age, I thought to myself. A few years had passed after all.
When I visited Kavita in the evening, I expected their maid to open the door, but it was Kavita who answered. She was wearing a loose gown which had a very low neckline. I avoided looking at her breasts but managed to get a glimpse of her large heavy melons, which were sagging with their sheer weight. She was not wearing a bra and I could see the outline of her thick nipples through the gown. I realized I was staring, and I think she noticed it too. I sat down and we started talking. I asked about her husband, and she told me about the circumstances of his demise. The topic then moved to Neha. I asked her how her daughter had been -- Kavita informed me that Neha was not talking to her. They had a bit of a falling out. I didn't pry about it. Soon, we started talking about me and Neha and how we were crazy to be sneaking around like we used. I expressed surprise that she knew about it.
"Oh, come on," Kavita laughed, "You guys were not subtle. I could hear you giggle in the bedroom. I was just very permissive."
"That's embarrassing," I exclaimed, "I really thought you didn't know. I am embarrassed."
"Don't be," Kavita replied, "I understand young love. Neha's dad and I used to be like that when we were younger."
