My luck turned one day, when my best friend Majeed asked me to meet him at his house. When I arrived, I rang the doorbell and waited for the front door to be answered. Soon a strange voice behind the door said, "Who's it?"
I said, "I'm Zeshan. I'm here for Majeed."
The door opened, and a young lady, who looked to be not more than in her early forties, announced, "Hello. I'm Majeed 's mother, Mahal. Majeed told me to tell you he tried to call you to tell you he had to attend to some urgent work at the last minute, but you never picked up."
Even in the half-open doorway, I saw enough of her to tell that she "my type" of woman.
"Okay, well nice meeting you."
"You can wait for him, if you like."
"Ok, if he is expected soon."
With that, she asked me to come inside the house. This is not a liberal society, but a very restricted society where no man can go alone into a home other than with blood relatives. I was a little reluctant to go inside my friend's house with only his mother there without my friend.
She saw my hesitation and said, "Don't be shy. Come in, You are a friend of my son and he wouldn't object," so I followed her.
We sat on the couch in the living room and started a conversation. She began to ask me various questions about work, my family and my friends. I was surprised at how friendly she was, seeing as how she'd just met me. All I could think about was how sweet and hot she looked. For me she was like a dream come true. I'm not saying that every man in the world would die for her, but I found her absolutely stunning.
She looked like a classy conservative lady. She was tall, although a little fleshy and fluffy, but one could say slim for her age. She had a creamy white complexion, and a sexy face that was very sweet and pretty, with an overall thin frame, save for her shapely hips. She had long, black hair. Her lips were thin, the corners upturned the slightest bit, and just enough to tell that she was smiling.
And her bright black eyes, they were captivating. They made her look even prettier. The fact that she had three children hadn't changed her figure. While she didn't have large breasts, they were full and stood firm, and she possessed a beautiful, respectable ass. She was probably 5'5 and around130 lbs.
One would never believe, she was a mother of three young children and in her early forties. I had a crush on her from the first moment of seeing her, knowing nothing would ever become of it, I thought! The way she looked at me hinted that she kind of liked me as well.
One of the nice things about middle age is, you are much less image conscious, so if there's a physical appeal, often times you go with it. I knew she felt it, because she extended the conversation, and from the first moment she was talking to me with a wide smile.
When Majeed still hadn't come after half an hour, I told her that I must leave, and I left to return to my home.
Since Majeed and I had a good friendship and we met frequently, I became close to her and she started treating me like her own son, almost as though I were Majeed's brother. Due to my frequent visits, she began hugging me lightly, putting her arms around me and, as was customary, whenever I came by I would greet her with a kiss.
When Majeed wasn't around, the kiss got to be far from the customary one, and she'd speak freely with me, but still seemed a little nervous.
I wondered if maybe her husband wasn't very good in bed, and fearing his wife might come to me, told her he didn't want her talking to me like this.
My mother told me that my father wanted to sell our old house, and he wants to buy new house, and asked me to search for new one in a good neighborhood.
I couldn't believe it when Majeed solved my problem by telling me that there was a nice house for rent just next door to them.
"It'll be nice, we could meet easily any time." I said.
I was definitely excited to be near Majeed and Mahal, but I was thinking more and more about Mahal.
My parents approved of the house, and soon we moved there.
I was 23 years old, and my horniness level was at an all time high. I usually jerked off at least once during the day, while having many different fantasies and Majeed 's mother Mahal, sometimes figured in.
As I was now like a member of their family, I was always trying to sneak peeks of Mahal, and sometimes I would look through Mahal's underwear drawers when I was there with Majeed and she wasn't at home. My infatuation turned into a crush on Mahal, and my crush soon turned into an obsession, a desire to make love with her. I knew I could never be with her, but wishful thinking never killed anybody, so I kept on picturing her each night while I masturbated.
Majeed and my mother became great friends, since we both spent a lot of time at each other's home. Needless to say, Mahal often came up in our conversation in our home. Mahal and my mother also spent a lot of time together, sharing tea, shopping, and so on.
Mahal was always friendly with me, and we would talk about everyday things, and this and that, when she visited our house or I went to meet them. Beautiful Mahal's perky, upright breasts and Puerto Rican ass made my cock ache whenever she walked in.
I wanted so badly to fuck her that it became very uncomfortable for me to talk to her, and it felt like she kept catching me stealing peeks at her nice breasts and wide hips. She became my tried and true fantasy.
Every time I visited Majeed 's house, I saw his mother in a new light. My eyes constantly made their way toward her bosom and ass, a fact I knew she was aware of, but never said anything about.
The way our house was set up, all the bedrooms were on the second floor, and only one was on the ground floor. My parents' room was upstairs, while mine was downstairs. It was a large house, and thus it was possible to talk at a normal level in the hall by my room, and not be heard in my parents' room.
Every morning my father would leave for work, and my sister and mother for school, since mother was a schoolteacher, so I was left alone in the house. I didn't have to leave right away since I go later to my little electrical workshop. So my mother asked Mahal to help me in the morning if I needed it. She even gave her a key to the front door of our house.
Mahal would usually come to my room about 9 or 10 at the morning to be sure I was okay. She would visit with me a little, and then head off to her home if I wasn't having any problems. Sometimes when I'd be in hurry to leave she made my breakfast. I would basically lie in bed waiting for Mahal to walk in my bedroom and talk to me. When I heard her coming I would act sleepy and lazy, like I didn't want to get up.
One time when I was still in my bed she pushed open the door and stepped into my room. She was wearing a pink color shilwar qameez.
She took a few steps towards me and said in a mock angry voice, "You're still in bed lazy boy? Hurry get up." And then she turned around, shut the door, and came over and sat on the edge of my bed. She was so close to me that her body was touching mine and I could feel her hip against my thigh.
"You are still in bed? It is too late."
"Yes! Auntie, I think I am little ill," I said.
I tried to get up but Mahal said me, "I don't want to disturb you, please lie down. May I call for the doctor?"
"No! It's not serious I'll just take some Tylenol and I'll be ok." I replied.
I turned on my side with my legs bent, facing her. She put her hands on my feet, rubbing them, and told me to relax.
As she sat there on the bed I became aware of the fact that my dick was pointing straight at her and was practically brushing her ass crack. It wasn't hard, but was the size it would be just before you start to get hard. That felt so nice and I didn't try to move.
She had a strange look on her face, and all of a sudden I noticed her face was a little flushed.
She looked at my dick and asked, "Mahal! What is this? And what are you doing?"
I looked towards her and acted surprised. "What is the problem? I don't think I have done anything wrong." I said.
"Don't do that. You don't have to do that. I am the mother of your friend." She was acting very cool.
