Rishi - I know this is a big shock for you, finding your mother in the arms of your best friend. Sorry man, we didn't think you were coming back so early from your tuition class. You had this traumatized look on your face as you opened the door a few minutes ago. There we were - Neena and I (I call her Neena Aunty in front of everyone, but in private I call her by her first name now and she likes it) on the sofa, she sitting on my lap, my one hand on her back and the other cupping her face as we kissed passionately. We had been going on like this for the last fifteen minutes or so.
I love necking your mom, Rishi. I never get tired of it. She has such a beautiful face and a lovely pair of lips. Her soft body feels wonderful against mine, a pair of soft breasts crushed against my chest and shoulders as her tongue probes and lashes into mine. We feel so close and intimate during our make-out sessions - I cannot describe it enough in words.
Just sit down there Rishi - take a deep breath and calm down. If you notice, your mom hasn't made any move to get away from me. True - she is quite stunned herself - finding her son walking in on her - but she feels comfortable remaining sitting on my lap. My fingers continue to caress her hair, her neck and her back gently even now. My other hand is on hers, our fingers intertwined - two people firm and confident in our relationship. If you observe, she shows no sign of distress and is actually happy to remain close to me - her young lover.
Your mother and I have been lovers for the last four months - Rishi. You remember your first day at as a new kid in our school - you a short scrawny kid - looking a bit lost and our first hellos to each other. You'd mentioned that your father was in the army and just transferred in his posting. You had one brother who was elder to you and new to our school as well and your mother had joined as a teacher. I remember kidding you on how embarassing it is to have your mom teach in your own school and you nodding in agreement. And then , that day I saw your mother for the first time when you introduced me to her.
Rishi - we have had our teenage boy talk of what we think of the different female teachers in our school. I bet you never guessed that your own mother was somewhere top of my list - I never did let on to that. She has such a lovely face and uses this dark thick lipstick that highlights her mouth giving her a perpetually sultry look. I like the sarees she wears to school with those sleeveless blouses - not many of our teachers do that. Her forearms look so smooth and shiny and I love the two big dots on her left forearm - from the old innoculation days - I find them so sexy. The swell of her breasts is wonderful. I have to say that she never dresses out of place - bosom always fully covered and no hint of showing any cleavage.
You can imagine from the above what a reaction I had the first time I met her. I could not believe that you had such a lovely mom. My hard-on was instant and difficult to hide - thankfully nobody noticed. I jacked off multiple times that evening, fantasizing about her.
I like you Rishi - you and I get along well and would probably have been good friends anyway. But I have to admit to a selfish desire to be closer to your mom by being friends with you. And we got along fabulously well. Turns out you were living not so far away from us and we took the same schoolbus. Our families met and the parents got along reasonably well together.
You never noticed - did you? I made it a point to sit next to your mother on the schoolbus everyday - most student would find an excuse not to sit with any teacher in a schoolbus - but nobody found this strange. Over the next month or so, I had ample opportunities to subtly send signals to your mother. A slight brush of the shoulders when the bus tilted, a longer-than needed touching of the fingers when passing items, deliberate stares at her body, walking behind her in the corridor knowing she sensed my presence, a few compliments here and there on her dress and on her looks.... You cannot imagine how frustrating those days were for me as I fantasized daily about this lovely mature woman who happens to be your mom.
And then one day my luck changed. Do you remember, how about a month after we met, your father took us on a day trip to Bhadkal Lake? On the way back you insisted you had to sit in the front with your dad. That left your brother, myself and your mom in the back and somehow I got squeezed in the middle seat. Your Fiat car is a tight squeeze anyways. I could feel one side of our mom's body pressed against mine. I was erect in no time, the tent in my pants plainly visible to anyone who cared to see. And that is what your mom did... I caught her staring at my erection and then she caught me looking at her and turned away instantly. We were both embarrassed for sure. If someone had seen me then, they'd have noticed how red my face had become.
I was cursing myself and hoping my erection would die down - but no such luck. I could feel my cock twitching every few seconds straining against my jeans. A few minutes later I took the courage to turn my head slightly to look at Neena. She was looking at me as well - the look on her face didn't show any anger - rather a questioning one. I didn't really know what to make of it.
It had gotten dark outside by then. I felt Neena's head leaning against my shoulders. Turning, I noticed that she had dozed off (later on she told me she was just pretending to) and was pressing sideways against my body. I was forced to lift my right arm over her head and let it hang to her side. On my other side, your brother had dozed off as well but leaning against the window. From the front seat, I don't think either you or your dad had a very good view of what was happening backside anyways.
I took the chance then of allowing my hand to lay on your mother's, my fingers feeling the bare skin of her arms. If you had but turned around and looked, you may have found it a bit out place but I doubt if you would have found anything to complain about. After a few minutes, my fingers started caressing Neena's arms slowly. I loved the feel of her skin - so smooth and silky. There was no reaction from her then. I caressed her for a few strokes, stopped for a little while and then started again - wanting to make sure that she was not awake. No reaction came and I was emboldened to continue.
I turned my head to hers and took a big whiff of a breath. I could smell her hair (obviously shampooed that morning) and her perfume mixed with some natural body sweat. I was so goddamn aroused - it was sheer torture to be so close to her and not be able to do anything with her family around. Neena later told me that she was fully awake and enjoying being close to me as well and the sensations of my fingers on her arm. About fifteen minutes or so later, your mom shifted her body position while appearing to be asleep. The final result was that she was nuzzled up closer to me than before and her left hand dropped on my thigh. There was no doubt she could sense my erection against her hand. I was a bit petrified (what if she were awake?) and at the same time aroused. I tried to wriggle my hips out of the situation, but she did so at the same time as well. The resultant was that she was more closely bunched up against me, this time her hand completely covering my crotch while my right hand was over he shoulders almost in a side embrace.
