Next day in college, his mind was very worked up. Simple concentration on any subject was hard for him. His mind was constantly thinking about his mother Rekha. He could only see her face in all good-looking teachers. The entire time, he was hiding his eyes from the teacher when she would turn around to write on the blackboard and he would get a hard erection looking at teacher's ass in saree. He was not sure what was wrong with him. He used to be excited previously but the day before, he had already broken the ice with his mother, no actually, his mother Rekha had broken the ice and taken Karan's virginity and surrendered her own anal virginity. His thoughts were constantly moving in that direction. When it was lunch recess time, he decided to go home. It was a hard ride for him but he somehow managed to reach his building, hiding his excitement and tent. His penis was misbehaving even after he had masturbated and discharged in the college toilet, a first time for him to do something like masturbation on the college premises. There too, he would start with his hot teacher's ass but end up with his mother's face when it came down to imaginary penetration and he came hard.
It was no respite because when he was walking through the building, he was accosted by Mrs. Pooja Goswami. She was on her way to kitty party and when she saw Karan coming into the building, she inquired,
"Karan, everything fine? You seem to have come early today."
Karan smiled at her bending oddly at his waist to hide his erection and replied,
"I am not feeling well. I think I need to take rest."
Mrs. Pooja looked concerned and took away his college bag and escorted him. She started chatting with him about the weather not being good and that even Kasturi, her daughter has had fever a week ago when she had to skip college. Waiting for the elevator, Pooja looked at Karan's face and used her hand to place it on his forehead to check for temperature. Karan surely was having a fever. It would have been mild, and he was complaining of headache. Pooja stepped into the elevator and turned to hold Karan's hand to get him in. Karan got a jolt of his lifetime again. Mrs. Pooja had one of the biggest asses in the building and when she went into the elevator, her fragrance and her big ass literally pumped blood on adrenaline into his already erect penis.
Pooja saw the movement in Karan's crotch and was flabbergasted. She was known to be the hottest lady in her group, but Karan was sporting instant erection and that too when he was not feeling well, sent her mind reeling. Her hand instead of holding Karan's hand slipped and she hit her hand delicately into Karan's crotch. Karan was surprised but as he stepped in, he could feel Pooja's hand getting more deeply making a complete inspection of his erection in his trousers. It was electrifying and Karan started raising his eyes. He could not get past her big breasts which were jutting out from her tight T-shirt. As the elevator doors closed, Karan felt a hard squeeze on his penis, and he came hard. His legs wobbled and he nearly fell forward onto Pooja. His face was on her breasts, and he moaned hard and his legs shaking from the intense orgasm, he fell in the elevator, grazing Pooja's breasts, her paunchy stomach and then her thighs in the tights. Karan had his eyes closed and Pooja was very scared at what had happened. Pooja had a crush for young men, and she had been placed in a position she could not control. She was genuinely concerned about Karan and was trying to hold his hand. But when her eyes met his crotch and her hand missed his hand, she allowed her hand to get the benefit of doubt. While she confirmed that she had a very hard effect on him, she was not sure why young man like Karan, faint with pleasure at just a hard squeeze. She behaved as if it was a mistake and said,
"Karan beta, what is wrong with you? Sorry, my hand slipped. I hope I did not touch anything sensitive."
Karan felt ashamed and, in his mind, it was purely his problem. He was the one who was looking at Pooja lustily and he could not see her hand she had offered, and it was his mistake to drive himself forward as the elevator door was closing and he orgasmed because Pooja auntie's hand touched his crotch. His mind had already forgotten about the hard squeeze that his penis had been subjected to.
Karan slowly got up and took support of the elevator wall and apologized profusely,
"Very sorry Pooja auntie. I fell because of weakness."
Pooja replied,
"You really are ill. Don't worry, I would guide you to your house so that you do not fall again."
Pooja could clearly see a dark wet patch on Karan's trouser near his crotch. Pooja was delighted. She then helped Karan with her shoulder support, walking him to his house from the elevator. Ringing the doorbell had no effect. When no one answered the door for a few minutes, Pooja rang the doorbell to Ria's door. Shriya opened the door and looked at the distressed face of Karan supported by Pooja holding Karan's bag. Pooja and Shriya both supported Karan, making him sleep on the sofa in the living room. Karan had nearly fainted. Pooja explained to Shriya what happened in lift, which was he fell from exhaustion. She as a good citizen of the building, was helping Karan reach his house but no one seems to be answering. Shriya explained, "Rekha has gone to Satsang and would return when Karan was supposed to be back from college. I can take care of him till then."
Pooja left with urgency to attend kitty party. Karan was sleeping, in fact snoring, with the exhaustion of whatever had transpired. Previous day's motherly love and that day's mind fuck had drained him completely. Shriya switched on the fan and came to touch Karan's forehead. It was hot. She tried calling Rekha, but her phone was switched off. Satsang had become very formal with no cell phone disturbance. Shriya decided to use the old method of using ice cold water band to place on Karan's forehead like she would do for Ria. While she was busy doing it, her gaze fell on Karan's crotch which had a dark patch of wetness on his trousers. She felt sorry for Karan. She thought the boy was suffering from fever and exhaustion and may have pissed in his pants. She wanted to wake him up, but he was still sleeping and her motherly instinct told her not to disturb him.
Shriya was feeling sad for Karan. And looking at his crotch, she felt her own feelings raging. She had always felt Karan was the most handsome person. She wanted Karan to be her future son-in-law, but only if Ria agreed. From her own experience so far, she knew Ria had a soft corner for Karan and Karan looked lovingly at Ria. She felt gloomier but she decided to at least check and clean the trousers. With doubt and hesitation, she moved herself close to Karan's crotch. She was half expecting herself to revolt at the pungent smell of piss, but she immediately recognized the aroma of jism. She was utterly confused. Why was Karan in this state when Pooja left him here? Did Pooja do something with Karan? Her mind rationalized that if Karan had gone to college and his bag is the proof for it, then Pooja was not someone who would have done anything. But she still thought about asking Karan once he woke up from his sleep. She knew Mrs. Pooja Goswami had a penchant for young blood and she was known to be sexy and seductive.
Presently Shriya was full of doubt and not sure what she wanted to do next. Karan was sleeping like a log. She decided after a few minutes of introspection that she should at least check if everything is fine with Karan in his crotch. She loosened his belt, reaching for the button of his trousers to unfasten it. She lovingly pulled down his trousers to his thighs, taking care to lift Karan's buttocks a bit off the sofa. Her hand touching his firm butt, sent currents through her body. She was used to going without sex for a long time in her marriage, but this is just a clean-up job, she told herself repeatedly. The erotic aroma of Karan's jism hit her nose even more clearly while her eyes looked at the wetness which was too much for his light blue underwear. The dark patch of his cum was spread far with his bulge evident, showing off a thick droplet of accumulated cum near his bulge. It was this notorious drop and the wet patch of his underwear that had resulted in his trousers getting wet.
Shriya started breathing deeply. The sight was exciting her beyond control. Her heart was racing. She glanced at the watch and ensured that there was enough time in hand. She again waited and struggled for a few minutes before she finally put her hands on the sides of Karan's underwear and pulled it down to the trousers level with care. Karan's semi erect penis flopped out of the confinements of his underwear but what surprised Shriya was the amount of cum that had accumulated around his pubic hair and around the sides of his balls which were engorged and seemed a bit red from being squeezed together by his own legs with the way he had been sleeping on the sofa.
Shriya looked at Karan's innocent face trying to control herself but even when she was looking at him and contemplating to get a towel or a napkin to clean the mess, her hand instinctively held Karan's semi erect penis and tried to raise it up. She looked down at his crotch and was thrilled to see that his penis was acting sensitively, rising to her gentle touch. A moan escaped Karan's mouth while Shriya's hand got a small spurt of his semen which ejaculated from his penis. The residual cum which would have got trapped in Karan's penis, finally got itself released out in the open world and into the caring hand of Shriya. Shriya jumped at this looking at Karan's face to check if he was still sleeping while her hand caressed his penis lovingly, spreading his cum over his penis. She got carried away in no time. Her hand was now moving at a good pace over Karan's hardening penis. She could not believe that Karan's penis was fully erect even in his state of fever. She wanted to give benefit of doubt to Karan that this was not his doing at all. She felt he was deprived of his sexual release and that would have resulted in a pent-up explosion. She felt current of excitement running through her body, mostly her own cunt getting wet at the hand job which she was giving. She raised her kameez over her tummy and tucked the end down her cleavage and gap between the neck of the kameez and her breasts to secure it in place. This gave her other hand freedom to pull her salwar's string which resulted in it dropping to her knees, facilitating her to touch her cunt over her red panties. She was flabbergasted to feel the amount of built-up of her own juices. Her panties were wet, no, soaking wet. She rubbed her cunt with the other hand while she continued shaking Karan's penis.
She had not behaved like this wantonly ever before and that too not with anyone, not even her husband. This was a very different experience for her. She let go of Karan's penis and pulled her panties to her thighs with both hands and then used her hands, one on her dripping cunt while the other to caress her erect clitoris. Masturbation was a peaceful activity which she had learnt the hard way but that day she learnt that masturbation done the hard way leads to a violent and high-pitched state of orgasm. She screamed as she felt her body shake with so much pleasure. Her fingers were literally crushing her clitoris while she was rubbing her cunt lips hard when she lost the sense of her surrounding screaming,
