Wet And Warm

Rahul was cycling around the neighborhood that day around 4 pm when he saw truckloads of furniture and other household items being driven to a house next to his.

“It would be fun to know our new neighbors are,” he thought. The house had been lying empty for months since the previous residents had moved out. He wanted to check out but he thought he would wait a little till the trucks were gone. He went to his friend Neeraj’s house and they played video games for two hours before he cycled his way back home.

He was about to open the door when he saw two pairs of extra shoes near the door. “Maybe guests”, he thought and went inside. He saw his parents sitting on the couch in the living room and beside them on another couch sat a young couple. The guy was fairly tall and lean and had on a t-shirt and a pair of chinos. Beside him sat a young woman and WOAH!

Rahul couldn’t help but ogle at her. She was indeed the epitome of a woman in the real sense. She had a small baby cradled in her arms and her face emanated motherly vibes which seemed to overwhelm him with an unknown notion, his whole self inexplicably overwhelmed with strange emotions. His eyes couldn’t help but drift down to her chest, down to her valley of glory as he would like to call it. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a stern, “Ahem”. It came from his father.

“Rahul beta”, his father said. “Meet uncle and aunty Sharma, our new neighbors”, he concluded. He snapped out of his thoughts and greeted them with a Namaste. And that was when she smiled, sending his mind into a trance of that unknown pit of feelings.

“Would you like to sit down with us and have a chat?”, his father asked to which he excused himself.

“Um…I actually played a lot and now I have to get to my homework, I have to submit my assignments tomorrow”, he said running his hand at the back of his head. Cutting in, Mrs. Sharma smiled and said, “We won’t force you to sit with us and participate in adult conversations, but it would be lovely if you could visit our house sometime when you are free. We’d love to have you over.”

Rahul could feel his cheeks getting heated up. Her voice just sounded so…melodious, almost as if the sirens singing in the ocean, luring the sailors into the ocean waters.

“S…sure I will”, he said gaining his composure and smiling a bit.

“Aww, what a sweet kid”, said Mrs. Sharma looking at his mother.

Rahul hurried into his room and locked himself in breathing heavily. She was too much for an 18-year-old like him. He had a thing for older women and breasts, and she just seemed the perfect combination of what he had always desired. He couldn’t help but pull down his pants, in a state of shock at what she had done to him without even getting close to him or touching him.

His cock was throbbing hard, all veiny and muscly aching for his touch. He held his cock in a firm grip and plopped on the sheets of his bed stroking himself gently at first, her half-hidden breasts painting lewd images in his mind. He was stroking himself, thinking about how warm her breasts would feel on his face and how motherly they’d smell and oh the milk! The sweet delicious nectar of motherhood flowed into his hungry mouth.

He closed his eyes in ecstasy, feeling small shots of pleasure with each stroke, his imagination intensifying to a point he couldn’t hold back anymore as he muffled his groans and let out a hefty load of around eight ribbons of cum. But little did he know that Seema Sharma had seen everything from the small window crack, after all his room was adjoined to the living space and she was the only woman sitting on the single couch facing it.

Rahul couldn’t help but touch himself again that night. The following day was spent at college daydreaming about the woman he had found so attractive at first sight. He knew that all the girls whom he had fucked earlier were no match to what that woman could do to him with her presence alone, and he couldn’t wait but get a chance where he could fulfill his desires.

Rahul spent all the afternoons the whole week cycling in the neighborhood, intentionally never missing a chance to look at their house hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman who had enticed him so much while she couldn’t help but notice that from her kitchen window, a small playful smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She had a whole event planned for the next week with him when her husband left for a work tour. She couldn’t help but lick her lips and feel the wetness down there at the thought of seducing him. She was eager to test what time and fate could have in store for her.

Rahul was always trying to find excuses to visit her but he was scared that his mother would notice him too eager to go to her house until one Saturday morning when his mother asked him to stay the night at her place since she had asked for it, as her husband had gone for a work trip. He couldn’t believe his ears. Finally, he thought he could have a chance.

That evening, Rahul went to his neighbors at around 8 in the evening. Mrs. Sharma had requested he come over for dinner as well. His heart started beating very fast as he rang the doorbell. Mrs. Sharma opened the door and the way she looked blew his mind away.

She stood there in a red and black chiffon saree with a red silk blouse, her wet hair cascading down till her waist. She had managed to tightly put on the drapery, accentuating her curves, a light floral fragrance coming off her. He almost couldn’t see properly, his mind clouded and hazy as if in a different state of mind.

“Will you come in or not?”, she said in a deep raspy voice. He pulled away from his thoughts and gulped. “Oh yes, thank you for inviting me over”, Rahul said feeling grateful. She smiled walking ahead of him, her hips swaying gently.

“Have a seat”, she said pulling out the chair at the dining table. “Thank you for coming over for the night”, she said.

“You’re welcome”, he replied smiling. All this while, he had been spying on his neighbour aunty’s breasts, the two swollen mounds of goodness. Oh, how could he not lay his hands on them?

Rahul saw her as she served him food. Even if it did smell delicious, he was in no mood for it. For some reason, he just wanted to have his lips around her areolas and suck the sweet delicious goodness out of it. She went and sat on the couch with her baby in her arms, but mostly just to tease him. He couldn’t focus on his food anymore. He could see wet patches on her blouse and wished he could suck on it.

Rahul saw her gently unclasping the front hooks of her blouse and the front clasp bra underneath it. As disappointing as it was, he couldn’t see her areolas as she quickly slid it into the baby’s mouth. She saw it all, how he gazed at her breasts and she knew he wanted it very badly.

Mrs.Sharma chuckled to herself and after a good ten minutes of teasing, she put on her bra completely and carefully put the sleeping baby in the cradle.

Then she walked to Rahul, leaning down and exposing her cleavage.

“You want anything else?”, she asked sweetly. Rahul couldn’t take his eyes off his neighbour aunty’s breast with the black bra peeking from inside her blouse.

“You want some milk, don’t you?” she whispered in his ears. For a moment, Rahul thought he heard it all wrong.

“Y..yes”, he said.

“Well darling, we don’t have packaged ones at home”, she said smiling playfully.

“You will have to drink it from the source”, she giggled.

She knew she had it all in store for herself. She pulled him out of the chair and dragged him to the bedroom. As for Rahul, he was happy and shocked. He couldn’t believe it was finally coming true.

Mrs.Sharma pushed Rahul onto the bed and removed the flap covering her chest slowly and seductively. With a teasing smirk, she unbuttoned her blouse, took it off and threw it away like she wouldn’t need it anymore. She started pressing her breasts swollen with milk over her bra. She could see Rahul’s young manhood forming a bulged tent in his pants.

“You’d like to be breastfed by me, baby boy?”, she asked. He nodded.

She lay on her side beside him, finally popping out the button and parting them to reveal her luscious juicy melons. She pressed her breasts and gently squeezed out the droplets of milk that Rahul was hoping to catch with his tongue. Her brown areolas were making his mouth water.

Mrs.Sharma smiled and ran her fingers over his lips asking him to open up his mouth. Rahul opened his mouth, sucking her finger to which she blushed. She scooted closer to her young neighbour boy, allowing him to wrap his warm mouth around her breasts. He closed his eyes as he tasted her sweet milk, her warmth and smell enveloping him in a world of care and pleasure. He gently nibbled on her nipples, making her moan and hiss as he started pressing her breasts trying to ooze out more milk.

Her hands travelled down to his pants, her soft buttery hands sliding into his pants. She couldn’t be more glad to find out that he wasn’t wearing an underwear. She moaned louder as she felt his mouth devouring her breasts like a hungry wolf.

Mrs.Sharma held his cock firmly, the feel of his hardness and veiny texture evident in her palms. She stroked it gently increasing her pace, the tension between them heating up fast and becoming irresistible, her crotch on fire. And as if reading her mind, Rahul’s hands lifted her saree and squeezed her thighs making her hornier.

Rahul rubbed fingers over his married neighbour’s panties causing her to moan, beads of sweat covering her body as her hands moved faster on his cock. He managed to yank off her panties plunging his fingers deep into her pussy making her eyes roll as she held him closer by his hair, heavy breathing and moaning taking in charge of the air.

Mrs.Sharma pulled off her saree getting up with all her naked glory pulling his pants down while he got rid of his shirt. Rahul pulled her on him with all his strength and gently slid his cock into her married pussy, moaning and throwing his head back. He clamped his mouth on her breasts, sucking them again. Mrs.Sharma held onto the headboard, bouncing on his young cock, and thumping hard. The sound of their moans and the wet skin slapping against each other were filling the air.

“God, I love this pussy!” he gasped “And these breasts! Mmmm”, he moaned.

“Fuck me hard”, she said moaning her face contorted with pleasure.

Rahul grunted and fucked his neighbour aunty’s pussy nice and well before pulling out and spraying his cum all over her tits while she gasped and came all over his cock. She knelt in between his legs sucking his cock, her breasts all red and swollen swinging and hitting against his thighs as he twitched being cleaned up with her tongue before he pulled out panting and breathing heavily.

He looked at her tired and pleased with clothes strewn everywhere around the room, the smell of raw sex prominent before they went to sleep, with the baby sleeping peacefully in his crib. She couldn’t wait for another round when they got a chance.

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