Previous Part: My Friend’s Hot Stepmom – Part 1 (First Meeting)
Hello folks, Sandhya Aunty gave me just 20 minutes to speak out. She ordered me to say the things that I want to convey before she gets dressed. I was totally lost in her beauty. I would be happy with just a mature handjob from her.
Before I could say anything, Sandhya Aunty unclasped the bathrobe and stood only in lacy bra and panties. From where I was sitting, I could see her in her entirety.
My mouth fell open at the sight of those creamy, buttery, perfectly round butts. The lacy red panties which covered her ass-crack actually accentuated the roundness of the beautiful butt, rather than hiding anything.
Her skin was flawless, smooth, velvety, and shiny, and those milky thighs were absolutely killer. My pulsating cock strained against my jeans, and my heart was thundering away as if there was no tomorrow.
As my eyes met hers, I was sure she was aware that I was super-horny. “Ranjit, I hope you don’t mind. I am in a hurry.” Saying this, Sandhya Aunty started applying makeup to her face. “No,” I said.
“I am sure you must have seen your Mom changing,” she added as if that would solve everything. “Well, not really. Maybe when I was 2-3 years old,” I replied.
“You’ve had girlfriends, right? A strapping Romeo like you, all muscles, 6 packs, I am sure you would have tapped quite a few young things? And they would all have been naked, right?” Sandhya Aunty asked, smiling.
“Well, I am wearing much more than them. So tell me, why did you come here?” I was flabbergasted at her openness. My eyes went to the reflection of her lacy bra covered boobs in the mirror.
Immediately my libido went on overdrive as I stared at her big, firm rounded melons. When I closed my eyes, I could almost taste the exotic deliciousness of her dark pink nipples surrounded by light pink areola and milky rose boobs.
“Yeah…ok,” I tried to bring myself out of my sexual haze. “Actually… Mam… Sandhya,” Damn, I was nervous and horny. “I am actually looking for a job. So, I thought I would meet Uncle,” I blurted out.
Sandhya Aunty raised an eyebrow while she continued to add more makeup. “Why don’t I turn on some music? It helps me focus.” She came towards the table beside, retrieved a remote, switched on the surround sound system, and went back.
Suddenly, some African drum beats started reverberating across the room. It was slow, pulsating, and seemed to be the perfect background score of some sort of slow sensual mating ritual. I was painfully erect and needed relief fast. The thrumming drum beats only added to my discomfort.
“Ranjit, you don’t have any degree, Right?” asked Sandhya Aunty. “Yes,” I said. “We don’t have any openings for 12th pass outs. Our minimum requirement is at least a Bachelor’s degree. I am sorry, Ranjit. But, what kind of job did you have in mind anyway?”
“Anything, I am a fast learner.” This was a lame response. I had no idea what kind of job I was looking for. Academically I had no options. I only passed when I cheated. “I see,” she said and turned towards me.
I guess it was a no-brainer that I sucked in studies, and Sandhya Aunty didn’t take long to figure it out also. “Mam, I know driving. I could also do some work in the factory or become a gym instructor or assistant,” I added helpfully.
The Chandra’s owned the local gym, had huge vehicles, and had factories all over Andhra Pradesh, Karnataka, and Tamil Nadu. I could think of more options.
But the relentless pulsating beats, the presence of a hot semi-nude 30 something Indian hot milf, and the dim lighting forced all other thoughts out of my mind. I was probably ogling at my friend’s stepmom Sandhya Aunty with horny lustful eyes. My right hand had inadvertently gone over my tented jeans.
Suddenly she turned around and walked towards me seductively. Her hips swaying gently. Her scantily clad boobs straining to escape the confines of the designer bra and her panties almost clinging to her pussy lips.
Sandhya Aunty stood in front of me, bent towards me, and cupped my hard-on, and said, “Why don’t I take an interview?”
“Madam, Sandhya, sorry about that,” I somehow mumbled, enjoying the feel of her warm hands on my pulsating monster tenting my jeans. She pushed me a little, and I leaned back, placing both my hands on the bed behind me for support.
“Don’t worry, it happens,” she said, smiling sensuously, and sat on my right side. She quickly unzipped my jeans, lowered my jockeys, and took out my big erect 7 inch cock. It was painfully hard and engorged, and the purple glans leaking precum looked like some exotic one-eyed creature.
Wrapping her hand around the base, she said, “It’s beautiful and really big for a boy in his early twenties. Yours is big,” she exclaimed in ecstasy.
Sandhya Aunty then started jerking me off with her right hands. Her hands were soft, warm, and sweaty. My throbbing cock was pulsating like a wild beast as her hands moved up and down around my shaft.
“Since this is a formal interview, let me start with the basic. So tell me something about yourself,” she said and continued stroking my pulsing core. I was beyond thinking. But this was an interview, so you have to speak, she said.
“My name is Ranjit Kumar. I cleared my 12th Class. Aahh. I’m looking for some work, like gym assistant or driver.” I could barely frame my sentences and started grunting in pleasure.
“Ranjit, I know that. Tell me something about yourself. Who is Ranjit? Tell me about your personal life, a hot stud like you must have broken many hearts,” she continued in her sultry voice.
“I work out every day. I love eating Biryani. I first had sex when I was 20.” I was moaning loudly. I would reach my breaking point soon. Never had anyone made me so horny before. More importantly, no one had ever given me a handjob before.
“20 years? Wow.” She looked at me with smoky eyes. “And whom did you fuck with your 20-year-old cock, tell me,” she insisted. “The maid’s daughter Priya. She was 28 at that time,” I grunted.
“Oh, I see, you have a thing for older women. Who else? Tell me all their names. This is your interview.” I didn’t think I would last that long. I could already feel the buildup of a huge orgasm as Sandhya Aunty continued to stroke my cock hard and fast.
“Madhu, she was 25 then, Heera, then Nagma, our neighbor housewife, Fathima, the tailor’s assistant. Neha from my college. Oh fuck. I am cumming. I can’t hold it anymore,” I moaned.
I felt the surge of a huge quantity of semen coming from deep within me, and I came like a volcano in her hands. She was shielding my cock with her left hand. I kept on cumming stream after stream as Sandhya Aunty continued to stroke me.
Then with one last pulsing release, I shuddered in ecstasy and almost collapsed. My breathing subsided, and I watched in fascination as Sandhya Aunty cleaned my white sticky cum from her hands using a towel. Then she completely wiped my penis, which had started becoming soft.
“Sorry, it’s a mess,” I said apologetically as my breathing had subsided. “It’s perfectly alright,” She replied and continued to clean my dick. “You came and came big, all this for me, didn’t you? I really love that,” she continued.
I simply smiled at her. I was an alpha male when the topic is about my other encounters. But with Sandhya, I was an inexperienced newbie. “So how about we continue the interview?”
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