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Hello everyone, I am Namrata, and I am back with the next part of this erotic series. My dear readers, I will narrate all the sexy hot sexual encounters I have experienced with Rahul. Even the raunchy incidents that had taken place in the past.
I was 53 years old, and Rahul was 22 years old when we started our sexual relationship. Presently I am 59 years old, and Rahul is 28 years old, and still, we both are fucking like sex-crazed rabbits. So my dear readers, let us get into the story.
The way we both released our pent-up sexual frustration, we felt completely exhausted. We both dozed off after our passionate quickie fuck. First of all, the exhaustion of the car journey, and then the hardcore pounding of our genitals. It drained all our energy.
After some 25 minutes, we woke up. My eyes were the first to open. I just looked at the lovely kid sleeping so peacefully. Rahul was just 22 years old, and I was 53 years old.
Needless to say that we women have a specific kind of affection for much younger guys. First of all, they are our son’s age, and upon that, we feel very motherly towards them. My situation did not differ from that. I had seen Rahul grow right in front of my eyes.
I have taken care of this kid almost like a mother since his childhood. That is the reason we both are connected so strongly. An extremely strong bond of emotional and physical closeness is shared between us.
Okay, so we were lying on the old dusted recliner, with me staring at Rahul’s innocent face. I didn’t want to wake him up. But because we had some stuff to do, I had to disturb his sleep. I went closer to his face and pressed my lips to his lips. I exhaled the warmth of my mouth on his mouth.
I blew warm air out of my mouth on his lips. His lips moved, and he started to wake up. After opening his eyes, he saw me pressing my lips onto his. He responded to my lip movement, and we both locked our lips. We kissed each other slowly but very deeply.
We both were slurping each other’s saliva into our mouths and enjoying the erotic oral intimacy. We both were so much comfortable with the taste of each other’s mouths. We could not stop ourselves from locking our lips together. I broke the kiss and looked at him.
Me – Hey, you kisser boy, control yourself and help me out with unloading our luggage from the car.
Rahul – Oh no, aunty, can’t we leave it for tomorrow and rest for now? I mean lying on the bed and just being with each other? You understand what I am saying, right?
He said it with a naughty grin beaming from his face.
Me – Oh, hello, mister, I am a mature woman. By seeing your face, I can tell what is going on in your dirty mind.
Rahul – Oh really, aunty? Then let’s get a bit dirty. I want to fuck you once more.
Me – Rahul, no, not now. Let us first unload the stuff from the car. Then you can do whatever you want to do with me.
Rahul – Are you sure, aunty? That you will allow me to do whatever I want with you?
He was still grinning playfully. It has been just two days since our first sex. But the way Rahul made love to me now makes it clear that this kid knows how to please a woman in bed. I was sure that he would taste every inch of my body.
Then make me go crazy with desire, and then fuck me til I fall unconscious. I was very excited to see the naughty things that Rahul would do with me. So I looked straight into his eyes and replied, yes, you can do anything. We both saw lust and desire in each other’s eyes.
I had to break eye contact with him. Or else I would have fallen for him again, allowing him to ravish me on the recliner once again. While we both were humping on the recliner, the recliner was moving and shaking. It was producing screeching sounds on the floor.
I was wondering whether Rishi heard it or not. If he did, what am I going to answer him? Too much worry makes us go insane. So I just brushed those thoughts away and got up. My saree was in a complete mess. My wet panties were lying on the floor.
There was no way I could have worn that. It was completely drenched with my pussy juices. Rahul had ejaculated inside my pussy, and I felt very wet down there. I said to Rahul that I would clean myself in the bathroom. I got myself cleaned and came back.
I removed my saree and untied the string of my petticoat. I set my petticoat properly around my hips, tied the knot, and started draping my saree again. Rahul was done with wearing his clothes and watched me with a smile. I asked him, “What makes you smile, young man?”
He replied, “You are so hot, aunty. I just enjoyed every bit of our lovemaking.” “Don’t fool me, Rahul. I am just an older woman who is no more young and desirable.” He replied, “Aunty, the hardness of my cock has already proved how hot you are.”
Out of shyness, I said, “Shut up, Rahul, you have become so shameless.” He came near me and grabbed me by my hips. He said, “Tonight, I will again prove to you that you are one of the hottest women.” The way he was looking at me made me nervous and sexually excited.
He saw a naughty smile on my face. Before he could proceed to do anything to me, I pushed him back. I said, “Rahul, let me wear my saree. Both you and Rishi go to the car and unload the stuff. I will join you both in a few minutes.” He said, “Okay, aunty, but first, kiss me.”
I replied, “Rahul go to the car. You won’t get anything now.” He stepped closer to me again and said, “I am not asking for a kiss. I am saying that I want a kiss.” This kid always wins in controlling me in this way. I replied, “Then take what you want from me.”
He just locked his lips with mine and smooched me for a good three to five minutes. I broke the kiss and breathlessly said, “Don’t you get tired of kissing me, you idiot?” He replied, “I am addicted to your lips, aunty. I want this addiction to go on for my entire life.”
His words seriously touched me. Women my age don’t get this kind of attention. We feel neglected, rejected and avoided. Since the moment this kid was born, he has been touching my heart somehow. And when he said this, I felt like he owned me, and I felt awesome.
I teasingly said to him, “Just finish the unloading of stuff, and show me what you got.” He squeezed my hips with his both hands and left. I completed draping my saree and then picked that wet panty of mine from the floor. I took it and hung it in the bathroom on a hook.
All three of us unloaded our stuff together. Both the guys were very sweet to me and didn’t let me work. I had packed dinner and snacks for the night. All three of us sat in the dining room. We had dinner along with a hearty conversation. After dinner, I collected all the plates with Rahul.
We both came to the kitchen. We placed all the plates in the sink. Rishi had gone out of the house for a walk. He called Rahul and asked him to join him. Rahul said that he would be coming in a while. Rahul looked towards the entrance.
After confirming that Rishi was gone, Rahul grabbed me from the back. I was a bit surprised. I said, “Rahul, are you crazy? Leave me, Rishi is around, and he can get suspicious.” Rahul said, “I can’t control it until we get some privacy. I want something from you right now.”
I asked, “What, Rahul?” He said, “The dinner was good. But without some delicious dessert, how can a meal be complete.” I didn’t understand what he said. “What are you saying, Rahul?” He answered, “I want your mouth-watering pussy for dessert.”
His answer didn’t surprise me. Because this kid has been eating my pussy whenever and wherever possible. So I just told him, “Rahul, be careful with Rishi.” As soon as Rahul heard this, he flipped me around and fell to his knees. He raised my saree immediately.
He found me without my panties as they had gotten drenched with my pussy juices. I had removed them earlier this evening. He just placed his mouth on my pussy, and started lapping at it hungrily. He was slurping my pussy, and noisily eating it. This guy is too damn good at eating pussy.
I always go nuts whenever he does it. He orally tortured my pussy hole and clitoris, which resulted in a blasting orgasm of mine. I was shivering and clutching his head and hair. He sucked and slurped my pussy juices, and then he stood up and offered me my vaginal juices.
I opened my mouth, and Rahul poured my pussy juices into my mouth. We then shared my sexual juices while kissing and licking each other’s lips. I couldn’t believe the kind of kinky things I was doing with this kid. But whatever it was, it was just fucking hot.
Then I arranged my saree and the bedroom where Rahul and I would sleep. Then I arranged the guest bedroom and set it right for Rishi to spend the night in. Both the guys were out in the entrance, chit-chatting together. I went to them and told them to take some rest now.
The time was around 9:30 pm something. Rishi wished us good night and went to the guest bedroom. Rahul and I got into our bedroom, and Rahul locked the door. I sat on the edge of the double bed. Rahul was standing in front of me, and we both were talking.
The bedroom that we were in was on the first floor. The guest bedroom was on the ground floor. I intentionally arranged it so that Rishi won’t be able to hear the noise Rahul and I would be making while fucking.
I called Rahul’s mom and informed everything. She talked to her son for a bit and then wished us goodnight and cut the call. As soon as the call was cut, Rahul grabbed me from behind. He hugged me hard from the back and slowly massaged my belly.
I caught his hands and said, “Rahul, please let me shower first of all. I am feeling very sweaty and dirty.” He replied, “I don’t mind at all, aunty. I want to taste every inch of your sexy body and make you mine.”
I said, “You have already made me yours, you silly. Just let me take a cold shower. I want to feel fresh.” He let me go with a bit of hesitation, and I finished my shower. Normally I wear casual nightwear while sleeping. But I know that Rahul loves me in a saree.
Many men love to see women in a saree, not just Rahul. So I decided to wear a saree for Rahul. So am I going to feel uncomfortable sleeping in a saree? No, not at all. Because I, too, love wearing sarees as they prominently bring out a woman’s feminine side.
I chose a plain grey chiffon saree. It was lightweight, see-through, and very soft to the skin. I wore a black petticoat with it, and I chose to wear a sexy red panty under it. I normally used to wear simple panties, neither too sexy nor too old-fashioned. But just for Rahul, I had started wearing sexy panties.
A 53 years old woman, wearing sexy panties under her saree, and that too for a 22-year-old guy. Isn’t it hot and erotic? Yes, it is. It is fucking hot. I chose a black cotton blouse on the top that was sexy enough to raise Rahul’s cock.
Remember, I am a healthy-looking voluptuous woman. This is also why Rahul goes crazy after seeing me in sarees. All of my flesh used to bulge out sexily in saree at the right places. Inside my blouse, I had worn a matching red color sexy-looking bra intending to pop Rahul’s eyes with sexual hunger.
I had left my hair open, and now I was completely ready to be sexually devoured by this 22-year-old kid.
So, this is it for now. I will soon be back with the next part. Emails are welcome at [email protected]. Till next time, bye, and have a good day.
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