I would like to suggest please read before this ripe fruit ....03
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"Now, Zeshan, I trust, you won't tell anyone."
I shook my head slowly and replied. "I can't believe it myself. Who could I tell?"
"We'd better get dressed now. My daughter might be waiting for me," Mahal said as she got up, kissed me on the cheek, then frantically got dressed and hurriedly went out to the door.
I hurriedly took a bath and then changed clothes. After breakfast I went to my workshop.
I couldn't concentrate on my work at all that day, as I thought about her body: her breasts, her ass her pussy, and as I dwelt on these visions of loveliness, I pondered my situation. I had just fucked my best friend's mother, a woman about 18 years my senior, and a woman who apparently adores me and would let me do anything I wanted with her. Those thoughts put a smile on my face.
When I got home, Mahal was there talking to my mother. I greeted her and she me. I could not take my eyes away from her. Although I was sure Mahal was conscious of my staring at her, as a mature woman she pretended in my mother's presence that nothing had happened between us.
I tried to keep my distance from her because I was afraid she might be mad at me for having seduced her. But I couldn't just stand there, so I sat down with Mahal and my mother on the sofa. We were all making idle conversation when my mother told us she was going to the kitchen to make tea. That left Mahal and me alone. I placed my hand on her knee and started rubbing it gently. She released a soft sigh as I moved my hand up to her thigh. As I was nearing her upper thigh she uncrossed her legs and spread them apart to receive my intruding hand, but when I reached the meeting point of her thighs, she stopped me.
"What are you doing? Your mother may come," Mahal, reminded me.
"She's busy in kitchen, let me feel it." I said to her.
Mahal said me, "No! I think that what happened to us the morning was wrong."
"Nothing we did was wrong, I will be waiting for you tomorrow morning, " I said to her insistently.
Mahal stood up from the couch and went to join my mother in the kitchen.
That night I couldn't sleep, thinking about what had happened that morning. I was not sure she'd come the next morning.
She did return the next morning, however. I was elated to see her again, when she entered. And how! She was dressed in just a black qameez and a white shilwar. I ran to her and gently embraced her, and my hands groped her body, not knowing where to caress her in my excitement.
Then sinking my face into her neck, we rubbed our bodies together. My cock thickened as I pressed against her thigh. Her response was to hold me even tighter. Her thigh felt fantastic as she pressed it into me. She held my face with both hands. She kissed my neck, face and lips. In no time, Mahal had her tongue in my mouth, and I pushed mine into hers. We licked each other's tongues and lips. She sucked my tongue as if it were a cock. After what had occurred the previous day, that first passionate kissing was fucking hot. We stood there embracing and licking each other's tongue. The room was filled with lust!
I got her hand then, and guided it to my throbbing member where she reached out and rubbed it from the outside of my shilwar.
We made out hungrily as my hands explored her soft, extensive curves. Without wasting time, I grabbed a handful of her beautiful ass and pulled her closer to me. I shoved my face into her breasts as she pressed them against me. I lifted her qameez along with her bra and smothered my face in the flesh of her soft breasts, then I lightly kissed her bare breasts, licking her tense nipples, sending her moaning in pleasure.
"hhuuuu. I love you, Zeshan!" Mahal moaned in absolute pleasure as I gently bit her nipples.
I kneaded her nipples, and slid my hands inside her shilwar over the edge of her belly and tantalized her clit. There were uffff, and aah from both of us as we worked up a sweat for few minutes or so.
At this point we were at a fever pitch, and I needed to release my hard-on to the air before it suffocated. Mahal's hand found it's way to my cock. Quickly Mahal started to stroke it vigorously. She would stroke my cock and cup my balls simultaneously.
I sucked and bit her nipples. She continued to grab my cock. She immediately pulled my pajama string and opened it. As it fell to my feet, she took my bare cock in her silky soft hand. She started slowly stroking it. Her eyes were closed, and I couldn't believe it when Mahal suddenly dropped to her knees between my legs and bent her head, proceeding to kiss and lick my cock and rub it all over her face. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, to engulf my fat knob with her mouth. My young cock was so big and fat Mahal could only get half of it inside her mouth.
After kissing and licking without hesitation, she hungrily shoved my cock into her mouth. Once she got her mouth around me I felt like I was one big sucking candy for her. She would let it out, lick the sides of my shaft, circle my cock head with her tongue and then shove it inside her mouth again. This went on again and again. All the while she fondled my balls with her free hand.
I was so dizzy I had to hold onto a post to keep my balance. I was wondering how this conservative woman had learned all these lustful techniques.
She kept squeezing my balls, and the same time she would circle my asshole with her finger, causing me to buck and shove my cock deeper.
I looked down at her lovingly, and when I saw her black eyes looking up into mine angelically. I ran my hands through her hair and said, " Oh! Aunty stop it, now it's my turn."
She got up and hugged me, I couldn't help myself, and I began to kiss her neck over and over, saying that after such an amazing performance I felt that it would only be fair for me to reciprocate.
I now slid my hand to her shilwar string and pulled it and let it drop to the floor. Then she stepped out of the Shilwar. She slipped out of her panties, uncovering her freshly shaved, swollen cunt.
"Aunty do you want me to lick your pussy?" I asked to her.
"Would you do that for me? I have not tried it before because my husband won't do it," she excitedly told me.
"I've always wanted to taste you, Mahal, " I said as I pushed her qameez up revealing her perky breasts again.
I kissed my way down her body, sticking out the very tip of my tongue, gliding it through the crevice between her breasts. My tongue curled upwards, moving, to her left nipple, feeling it stiffen as I circled it with my tongue, nibbled on it gently. My hand caressed her right breast, pinching and pulling on her right nipple.
I continued to kiss and lick my way down her body, feeling her body tense up each time my lips brushed against her silky skin. I kissed along her tight, taut tummy, my tongue circling the area around her belly button, and I heard her squeal with glee.
When I reached her thighs her legs were almost closed together completely, so I took the initiative and spread them apart with my hands. On my knees under her qameez as it had fallen now, I inhaled the intoxicating aroma of her sex. Her scent was truly remarkable, a scent that I'd waited for four long years to smell.
Then I started to gently kiss the outside of her pussy, which made her moan softly. When I parted her pussy lips she let out a soft moan and I licked her pussy between the outspread lips.
"That feels so good." she was to breathing heavily, running her delicate fingers through my hair.
Since she was so horny from sucking my cock, soon she came all over my face while screaming out my name, "Zeshan, Zeshan, Zeshan, sweet Zeshan ."
My face was completely covered with Mahal's sweet juices.
