I knew my daughter has a school crush and now is her boyfriend name Mahinder, shortly called as Mahi. Now both 18+ and also go for dating. Mahi's father run a business which has some connection with Dubai. His father for training him in the business wanted him to travel to Dubai, but was hesitant in sending him alone. It's not about safety, but he still considered him as a boy and wanted him to have someone around him during the evenings. My daughter Neha, I don't know why offered him to stay with me in my small apartment, even without asking me. I am not ready for any visitors, not at all.
Mahi's father agreed to send him to Dubai if he stays with me. I kept giving excuses but Neha was so adamant that finally I had to agree. This also meant that I cannot sleep for almost one week with Rehman. The life is anyway boring and without sex with Rehman, I was feeling so agitated, but I had no other choice. My problem was that I have one bedroom small apartment with a sofa which is not very convenient to sleep. I was yet to decide about the options I have for sleeping in the same apartment.
Finally, he arrived. Mahi was a good looking young boy with pleasant personality. Soft spoken, well dressed, slim, tall about 6 feet and with golden hairs falling to his eyes. Clearly, there were ample reason for girls to have crush on him. I couldn't blame Neha for having such a boyfriend, rather I felt happy to see her choice. It was sweet of him to also get some good chocolates for me. He was a good chatter and we had a good time till the evening. We talked, we laughed and had a very good time. Finally, we got into the bed and started watching a movie. I thought, I will slip off the bed later and will rest on sofa. It was a good movie but with lot of moments where I was not comfortable. He rested his head on my shoulder and we kept watching. He inbetween once called me "mom". I didn't answer and thought he is sleeping.
The AC was chilling the whole environment, and I had put on the blanket with lights off and a panoramic TV to watch. We both were snuggling. He felt good and him calling me mom also had relaxed me. It was a double bed, after all. Plenty of room for the both of us. With him on my shoulder and one hand on my tummy, I was sleepy now. I switched off the TV and slid down and wanted to have a good night sleep.
But I was not destined to sleep, I felt him roll over and snuggle up to me tightly. His arm coming over my hip to let his hand rest on my lower stomach. And it soon moved upwards. My breathing got heavier. My heart rate increased. I started thinking about what was happening:
"What if he touches my breast?"
Then he did. Just like that. His hand stroked my naked skin and cupped one of my boobs. It felt... well, good, but...mummy..." he mumbled in his sleep. I breathed nervously. Shit. He didn't just hug me, his hand was properly holding my breast. Touching. Squeezing. Pulling my body closer. I mean, it was nice -- it was a nice and cozy snuggle, but it definitely felt like a step beyond what you dish out to from such a young boy. It felt more... intimate... than that. Like the kind of snuggle you give your wife. Or girlfriend. Wow. Yeah, that was a strange thought. And what if he woke up? That would be embarrassing... waking up to the realization that he was snuggling her body and fondling her breasts...
As I puzzled over this, I realized something else. There was something hard pushing at my thigh. At first, I hadn't really noticed what it was, but then... I did. I felt my cheeks flush.
"Jesus, Mahi...!" I whispered as one of my butt cheeks was nudged by his erection.
I felt him move behind me. Squeezing me tighter, holding me in a tight hug while his breathing rustled my hair. Okay, this was getting uncomfortable. Not in a physical way -- the sensation of this was actually really nice -- but getting spooned by my daughter's boyfriend while his hard-on dug into my butt definitely gave me some upsetting feelings.
That big, heavy arm of his held me in place, so moving away wasn't easy either. As I started trying, he seemed to pull me even closer, as if he didn't want me to leave. Then his stiff cock started digging into my thigh and it was actually getting a bit uncomfortable.
"Oh, come on... can't you... move it, or something...?" I whispered, as if to express my thoughts out loud would somehow make them more manifest.
"Mummy..." he mumbled, probably not even realizing what was happening.
I was half a mind to reach for it and move it away myself, but then I realized what that meant: it would mean actually touching his erect cock.
Nnnnoooope! Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Not doing that. No way, no how. Instead, I started wiggling my butt, trying to make it move up to the side or something. Maybe if I... no, pulling away didn't work. Crunching didn't work either, as it would mean letting my legs hang off the edge of the bed. What if I... no, I was too short to make it lie between us against my back. Hang on, could I... yes! That worked. Lifting my leg up a bit made it slip in between my thighs. Now it wasn't pushing so hard against my butt anymore. Instead, it was...
Fuck. This was worse! His cock now pushed directly at my pussy -- shoved as it was in between my naked thighs. My first reaction was one of surprise and shock, my second was one of relief that although I wasn't wearing my robe, at least I was wearing underwear. They were proper hipsters, too, so I was properly covered up. Mahi's erection was nudging my pussy but at least there was a layer of reasonably thick fabric between them. I was safe -- we were safe.
So... why was I getting wet? Was it the fact that his hand was kneading my breast or that he was now seemingly dry-humping me from behind? Was it the fact that he was a big, strong man who held me like a lover, or the fact that he was my daughter's boyfriend...? I realized that I had started touching myself down there. It made my cheeks flush with embarrassment; I was getting turned on by spooning with him, and it made my stomach churn with butterflies. But... it felt so good!
I couldn't stop myself. My fingers soon slipped inside the panties No longer held back by a layer of fabric, fingertips started stroking the insides of my labia. Wow. They were wet, all right. Slick with juices. Not just the slight kind, either; I could feel my fingers coming out covered in thick slime. I was getting drenched in sweat too, as my heart pounded harder and harder in my chest. Mahi kept snuggling me close, breathing in my ear while still holding and squeezing my left breast. His stiffness still pushed against my crotch.
Plunging several fingers into my cunt, I gave in to lust. Mahi's stiff cock kept pushing at my panty-clad pussy while I masturbated, making all sorts of filthy, taboo images flood to the surface of my mind. My clit was throbbing and I used my thumb so massage it feverishly while two of my other fingers kept fucking my slippery pussy.
"MMMMHHH!!"
Cumming in an intense orgasm, I twitched and squirmed under his strong arm, using my free hand to keep my mouth shut. Once it was over, my thoughts turned back to him and the hope that he hadn't woken up from my squirming and moaning. He hadn't. I let out a sigh of relief and felt my whole body relax as I gave in to tiredness. The orgasm had given me a delightful feeling all over, and I drifted off to sleep.
I regained consciousness the following morning as sunlight hit my face through the window. It was an unusual feeling, my own room's window being located at the other side of the house, and for a second, I didn't understand what was going on.
"Why is there sun in my face? What time is it? Is it breakfast time? Why do I feel all sweaty and sticky? And why is there sun in my face?" I thought while slowly remembering where I was.
Mahi hadn't moved all night. He still lay right beside me, spooning me from behind with his arm still draped across my chest. I cast a glance over my shoulder. His face looked peaceful -- almost as if he was smiling. Determined not to wake him up, I slid under his arm and broke free, speedily tiptoeing out. I grabbed some fresh clothes and made my way to the bathroom, feeling the need to get some of last night's grime washed off my skin. Mahi's duvet was thicker than mine, so it had definitely been a hot night, making me sweat all over myself. Plus, you know, the other thing. Juices. In... places. Hands. Legs. Pussy...
The feeling of shame started to grow as I was washing myself off. Dang it, those had been some really dark and taboo ideas that had popped into me head last night, I thought. I guess that's what being a horny lonely woman does to you -- hormones filling your brain to the level at which you care for nothing except sexual gratification, consequences or decency be damned.
