My Dear Mom

Chapter 02

Ani sensed things were slowly getting out of hand. Two shopkeeper brothers had a shop just outside their society. One was Raj and the other was Pankaj. Rajesh was present at the shop from morning to evening while Pankaj visited everyone's house and delivered their weekly requirements. Pankaj was tall like a stick and had a typical marvadi face. Even his wife did not find him attractive.

He used to visit Ani's house as well every Saturday. Mrs. Bhat would give him a list and he would deliver it.

One Saturday, Pankaj visited Ani's house. He had a naughty eye. He used to stare at women's breasts any chance he got. He loved visiting Mrs. Bhat's house as her legs were often on show.

Mrs. Bhat opened the door in a long blue t-shirt to the thighs and nothing underneath. He smiled at her. He didn't know but he had disturbed her in the middle of a masturbation session. She was horny as a bitch. She had been so close to a climax and the bell had rung.

Reluctantly Mrs. Bhat invited him in. He went in with the heavy bag. After he was given water, Mrs. Bhat picked up the grocery bag. As she picked it up, she felt a harsh pain in her back.

"AHH! Mummy," she screamed in pain.

She left the bag and held her back to soothe the pain. She sat down beside Pankaj. She had never come so close to him ever. As she sat, her boobs bounced and her t-shirt went up to expose more of her milky thighs. Pankaj's mouth fell open.

"Are you alright madam?" He asked.

"Can't you see? I am in extreme pain," she replied.

"Madam there is a new balm in the market. I have a sample with me. If you want I can give it to you."

Mrs. Bhat nodded.

"You wait here. I will apply it and give it back," Mrs. Bhat said and went to the room.

She had not closed the door. Pankaj tiptoed towards the bedroom. He hid behind the wall beside the door frame. His heart was racing. He bent forward and looked inside the room.

Mrs. Bhat was standing in front of the mirror. Her top was raised up. She was wearing a red thong. Her juicy ass was in full view.

Pankaj couldn't believe his luck. He adjusted his bulging cock inside his pants.

Mrs. Bhat couldn't apply the balm as the pain was in the back. Her hand was not reaching the painful area.

She let go of her top and started walking towards the living room.

Pankaj stumbled back to the sofa.

"Pankaj, I am not able to reach the painful area. Will you help me?" Mrs. Bhat asked.

First, he thought she was joking.

"I am serious, she said looking at his blank face. Ani is not home for a couple of hours. There is no one to help me. I am dying with the pain."

Pankaj got up with trembling legs. He still believed she was testing him.

He followed her inside her room. It was his dream to see her room once in his life. And that dream was coming true. Not only that, she was asking him to touch her.

"Where is the pain, madam?" He asked. Mrs. Bhat stood facing the wall.

"It's here," she said pointing at the mid back.

"Madam, can you lie down? You will be relaxed so I can apply the balm."

She walked wincing with every step to the bed. Raising her leg, she got on the bed and lay on her belly. Her T-shirt reached just below her buttock fold.

"Madam I will have to raise your top a little," Pankaj said with a sly smile.

"Do it then, she responded. It's an emergency. Can't you see?"

"Ok madam," he said grinning.

He took the balm on his fingers. His hand was trembling. With his left hand, he raised the top to the mid back. Mrs. Bhat's white ass was exposed to his bulging eyes. He quickly started rubbing the balm on her painful area.

The touch to her skin sent an electric current all over his body. He started massaging the back as he had seen in a movie. Mrs. Bhat started to relax.

He massaged her for 10 minutes. First in circular motion, then slowly going deeper into the muscles.

"You have great skill in massaging Pankaj. I never knew," she commented.

"Thank you, madam. If you want, I can continue massaging your lower back as well. The muscles there seem to be stiff."

Mrs. Bhat thought for a few seconds. Her brain said she deserved a little relaxation. And it was just Pankaj. She had seen him grow up in front of her eyes. He was a married man and a hardworking shopkeeper. So, she gave her approval.

Pankaj got up and washed his hands. He took some coconut oil on his palms and sat beside Mrs. Bhat on the bed. Her T-shirt was still raised.

He rubbed his hands together and started massaging her lower back. She slept with her hands under her head in a relaxed position. Slowly his hands began hitting the thong on her pelvis. He slid his fingers under the elastic and waited for a reaction. But, none came.

Slowly he began going deep inside the thong.

"This feels good," Mrs. Bhat said with closed eyes. Pankaj didn't need any more permission.

He moved over Mrs. Bhat's legs and sat down. Then he touched the bulky part of her ass with both his hands. His heart was racing but she didn't object. So, he started massaging her ass with the oil. His cock was crying to come out.

After a few minutes of his massage, he noticed Mrs. Bhat's thong had become wet near the pussy.

"Can you raise your hips," he asked softly. The blood supply in his cock had increased his confidence.

She did it without complaining. He slowly slid her thong down her legs and out.

Mrs. Bhat fair and round ass was a treat to his eyes. His hands grabbed it with both hands and started massaging. The feel of the bulky and firm muscle excited him with every second. Mrs. Bhat was relaxed with her eyes closed.

She knew what he was doing but the horniness within her didn't want him to stop. She tried to stop a moan from her mouth when he started rubbing her pussy. She arched her back even more to let him an easier access to her vagina.

Pankaj was rubbing her pussy with 2 fingers. It had already become very wet. He slowly inserted his finger in and started finger fucking her. Mrs. Bhat couldn't hold on any longer. She started moaning.

"Ahh! AHH!"

He increased his speed. Almost the whole of his fingers were inside her pussy now. He just wanted to get over her and fuck her brains out.

Mrs. Bhat was on cloud nine. His intensity of finger fucking was making her juices flow even more. She was moving around contracting her body as it responded to the finger fucking.

Pankaj couldn't take it anymore. He slowed down the finger fucking and slid down his track pant. His black cock was fully erect. He rubbed her juices on his cock and quickly inserted it inside her pussy.

She hadn't expected this. Pankaj started fucking her with all his might. His cock deep inside her pussy. Mrs. Bhat wanted to resist but the feeling of a cock inside her soon engulfed her. It had been a long time. His long shaft was taking her on cloud nine.

Pankaj could feel the rhythmic squeezing of Mrs. Bhat's vaginal walls along his length, pulling him deeper, but even with his size, that was as much as he had to give. The fit was tight, but not overly so. He didn't expect Mrs. Bhat to be so tight at this age. He drug his hips back and forth, repeatedly jarring her small frame with his thrusts. He bent forward, folding her further over and placed his palms over her shoulders. Mrs. Bhat neck extended with excitement.

Both of them knew that the depravity of their act would push them over the edge much too quickly but they didn't care. They were in the groove.

Beads of sweat gathered on Pankaj's brow as he fucked a women of his dreams like a man possessed, the slap of their flesh bouncing off the walls of her bedroom. Her pussy was dripping wet, soaking his thighs and crotch, while his balls bounced and rubbed against her ass.

"You like that Mrs. Bhat? You like my big cock fucking your tight pussy?"

"God yes Pankaj! Fuck me! Make me cum all over that big, beautiful dick!"

Pankaj's pole slid and slurped up into Mrs. Bhat's cunt. Her lips coaxing and pulling at his length with each mighty thrust. He could feel the heat of her ass against his balls as they slapped repeatedly against her rear.

Pankaj was young and hungry. He pumped into Mrs. Bhat with rapid speed. His hands travelled to her big boobs. He began squeezing them hard. His balls hit her ass. He was almost a machine. He hadn't had sex for a few weeks and now his most exotic fantasy was coming true. His wife was nowhere near as hot as Mrs. Bhat.

Mrs. Bhat held the bed sheet to avoid screaming. She was experiencing a fuck after such a long time. She spread her legs wide. She could feel an orgasm building inside her.

At this she flung her head back, emitting a guttural scream of passion, grinding her hips frantically against his plunging tool.

AHH!!! AHH!!! AHH!!!

Pankaj too came inside her with a loud groan. His hot cum travelled deep inside her pussy. He lay on top of her exhausted.

Later, Pankaj quietly got up and got dressed. They didn't say a single word. He took his bag and left. Mrs. Bhat entered the bathroom in a hurry.

As Pankaj was leaving their flat, Ani was just returning from college. He found it surprising that a wide smile was stuck on Pankaj's face.

Pankaj winked at him and said,

"Take care of your mother. She is a gem."

Ani didn't understand. But, Pankaj had already left whistling in the passage.

When Ani went inside the house, he found his mother's bedroom to be in a mess. The bedsheet was crumbled. The lower part of the bed sheet was full of oil stains. He heard the shower running in the bathroom. He wondered if something had happened between Pankaj and his mom.

The thought brought a deep anger within him. Had the shopkeeper fucked his mother? It seemed like it. Ani stormed to the bathroom door. He wanted to break it down and ask his mother some very difficult questions. But, his confidence deflated as rapidly as it had risen. Slowly he returned to his room.

Ani imagined himself on that bed fucking his mother. He felt his only goal in life was to get back into her pussy. He had to do something before things went out of hand. And soon they did!

Continue Ani's and Mrs. Bhat's journey in Chapter 3