First Time Anirudh's Mom

But the next morning Anirudh announced that his parents had gone to visit his father's cousin in a town about an hour away.

"What?" I said, trying to hide my disappointment, and surprise. Fortunately, he did not notice it. I knew of this relative of Anirudh's. She and her husband were doctors and had a young daughter about the same age as Anirudh. If I recall correctly, she too was a doctor. He told me they were pretty busy with a busting GP.

"Yeah. Dad wanted to visit her. They may be there for a few weeks, you know, and then back."

A few weeks! Fucker!

Shit! There went my plan of fucking Rekha-aunty and losing my virginity any time soon. It was only two or three weeks. I consoled myself. But fuck, man! I was so close. I was desperate. Just think of her and jerk off till you see her again! But, what is the guarantee she would let me fuck her when she gets back? What if all this was a joke to her! No. I had to see her. Meet her. Talk to her. Talk her into letting me sleep with her. But how?

That evening I went to Anirudh's flat as a sink in his bathroom needed fixing and he knew I was kind of a handyman and could mend it for him. So while he was on the phone ordering chinese takeaway I was in the spare bathroom fixing his sink. Lo and behold! What did I see there! A basket containing clothes ready to be washed. Women's clothes. Aunty's to be sure! Fucking hell. This was godsent. A sign for me. I quickly rummaged in the basket. I could still hear Anirudh on the phone. I pushed clothes aside and rapidly scanned them and hit the motherload! As soon as I laid eyes on what looked like panties, I swiped them and put them into the pockets of my shorts. I had no idea what they looked like. I would have enough time to examine them back in the privacy of my own flat. I was on tenterhooks all evening. While fixing the bathroom sink, eating Chinese with Anirudh, acting like I was interested in the football game that was on TV - all the time I had an intense, painful erection in my shorts. Man, I had a woman's panties, Rekha-aunty's panties that too, in my pocket. I was in for a long night. It was going to be a glorious jerk-off session.

And I was right. Back in my flat I undressed, lay on my bed naked and took out the two panties I had picked, and examined them. They were Indian cotton, full back panties. They were wide at the back but I didn't think they were wide enough to cover her ass. The panties were relatively new. I guessed aunty had bought them before coming over to visit. But each gusset was thick and crusty and hard. The crotch was pinched and crumpled and I could sense a line running the length of it where it must have pressed against her cunt lips. Fuck! I took one to my nose and inhaled. Heaven! This is how a cunt smelled! Musty and pungent with a hint of piss. The same with the second pair. I wrapped one around my thick dick, and the other I pressed to my nose and mouth. I edged for the next couple for hours. I inhaled the scent of Rekha-aunty's cunt. I rubbed my cock on the crotch of her panties. I lay face down, with the underside of my cock rubbing on her panties, and my face buried in the crotch of the other. Oh! What a glorious feeling. I imagined fucking her. My face in her hairy crotch, my dick in her hands, mouth, cunt and asshole. I came so many times that night.

It wasn't enough. I had to see her. Meet her and fuck her. I couldn't wait for three weeks.

It was not difficult to get the address and phone number of the house where they were staying as their hosts were prominent doctors in that town. I called the number the next morning from a public phone booth. With any luck I would get to talk to Rekha-aunty.

I was rewarded. It was indeed she who picked up after a few rings.

"Aunty, this is Arun. I want to see you!"

"Ar..Arun..what..wher...why?" she stammered in surprise.

"Why?? You know why...."

"No. Here? No. They are. I am.. No," she still was confused.

"Aunty, there must be some time when they...you are alone?"

There was silence at the other end for about 10 seconds. I thought I had crossed a line and she was annoyed and upset at me. But she suddenly said, "This Saturday. They are going to see a famous church around here. I..I..I am not interested. I think they said they will leave early and be back by noon or something....," she drifted off.

I reached their house early that Saturday and staked out their house from a nearby bus stop. Sure enough, a group left the house in a station wagon. I waited for about five minutes and approached the house.

Rekha-aunty opened the door before I could ring the bell, and ushered me in hurriedly.

She was in the standard indian sari I had grown accustomed to seeing her in. I still found her ravishing. Her long hair was undone and fell on her face and shoulders and back. But she had washed her face and it was bright and shiny and she smiled as she looked at me. It was a simple, genuine smile that turned into a naughty grin.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered. "What if someone saw you?"

I shrugged. "I had to see you!" I stepped towards her, but she stepped back, and I was scared for the very first time. Did I presume a lot? Did I think that just because she started a handjob for me and saw me masturbate that she'd sleep with me? Fuck! Did I make a horrible mistake?

"No," she said, then to my relief she added, "Not here!" And she walked up the stairs.

I followed her as she entered the spare bedroom and pointed to the bathroom. I went in and cleaned and freshened myself. Fuck! I was going to have sex! I was sure about this! . My cock responded immediately. Blood flowed into it and as I held it in my hand It became erect. I could feel it growing in thickness and heat. My cock-head was shiny, purple. I was forced to put it back into my shorts. When I came back to the bedroom, Rekha-aunty had changed to the standard indian night gown that women wore. It covered her from her neck to her ankles.

But I was in for a shock when I looked up at her. She was looking at me with what was surely lust in her eyes. I could sense the anticipation in her eyes, just like the time she stared at me jerking off in Anirudh's kitchen.

"Take off your clothes," she whispered. "All of it!"

I undressed hurriedly. I stood naked in front of her. I could feel my cock standing erect between us. It felt heavy and thick and hot. It was jerking up and down. I fisted it involuntarily and jerked it a couple of times. It felt so great.

Aunty was staring at my cock. This was not the first time she was seeing it. But her eyes bulged and she swallowed, and licked her lips. Then with one fluid motion she lifted her dress and pulled it above her head and threw it down.

I was dumbstruck. As she pulled her dress up, I could see her well formed, curvy calves. Then her beautiful, fleshy knees. Above that, her thick, marbled thighs. Fuck! I could see her hairy crotch where her thighs met. But my eyes were drawn now to her breasts as they were exposed. Full, heavy, rounded, with not a hint of sag. They stood firm and proud. Her nipples were dark and even in my inexperienced state, but with the knowledge gained from watching innumerable porn, I could sense their thickness and hardness.

I gulped as she cupped and squeezed her tits. Then she passed one hand down her body, past her belly button and abdomen and turned her hand and cupped her crotch.

My eyes followed her hand, but her eyes were on mine. I quickly looked up at her, and she smiled, turned and lay down in the bed. Completely naked. Ready. For me. And only me!

I stumbled to the edge of the bed and sat down. She looked at me and spread her legs. I looked down at her hairy pussy for the first time. It was glorious. Her outer lips covered her inner lips and I could see the dark, thin line of her cunt. She put her hand down there and parted her hair and used her fingers to open her outer pussy lips. I could see the pinkness inside.

Then to my surprise, she whispered, "Eat me, Arun. Lick me. Put your mouth there. Come on!"

Fuck! Fuck! As if she had commanded a robot, I moved and slipped between her raised and parted thighs. Without fore knowledge of what to expect, I placed my mouth on her hairy mound. Holy mother of god! What a glorious, fantastic fucking aroma and feeling. I inhaled the scent of my first cunt, as my lips made contact with her hair.

"Ahhhh," I heard her hiss. I did not know what to do. I opened my lips and put out my tongue to taste her. I made contact with damp hair and I licked her there. Then to my great and immediate relief, she held my head with one hand, and put her other hand between her cunt and my mouth. She parted her pussy lips and pushed my head down.

Fuck! I died and went to heaven. My lips and tongue touched her inner lips. They were warm, wet and slick. I sucked and licked and moved my head this way and that. Then she pulled my head up and now I tasted another pungent liquid, but then I felt something hard and thick on my lips. I was on her clit! Yes, it had to be! It was the size of a little knob. I sucked and pulled and licked it.

She was groaning and moaning and making all sorts of noise up there. I felt her not only hold my head in place, but also grind her pussy into my mouth.

"Ahh, Arun. Yes, Do it. Eat me. Lick me. Ahhh," she hissed.

I was surprised. This was Rekha-aunty? Wow!

Then she suddenly grabbed my head and turned so that I was on my back. I watched in shock as she crawled up to my head and straddled me and slowly lowered her cunt onto my mouth. Then she proceeded to rub it up and down. Fuck! My tongue repeatedly passed her clit, her piss hole and cunt hole. Up and down, up and down she went. I couldn't believe it. I had my hands on her firm asscheeks as she ground my face.

The suddenly she uttered a low guttural sound and became stiff. Then her torso jerked as if an electric shock had passed her body. Once, twice. And after a third time she was motionless. She grabbed my hair for support. And felt a tiny bit of thick, creamy liquidy substance ooze out of her.

"Aiyooh, Arrrrrunnn, aaaahhhh!" she hissed. I felt the weight of her entire body on my face. I could smell her cum and juices as they flowed on to me. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, she raised herself and rolled off of me.

She was not shy. She immediately looked at me and smiled shyly. "Oh, Arun! That was great. Aiyoh, I don't remember the last time it..that..happened to me!"

I was in a trance. I was dumbstruck. All I could do was look at her. She reached out to where her nightie had fallen, and took it and wiped my face and giggled.

Then we both looked at me dick. I had my swollen member in my hand. It was throbbing and jerking. Small drops of precum had oozed out of it.

She looked at me and said with a soft laugh, "You seem ready!!"

As I raised myself to get between her raised knees, she lowered them and said, "Come here," and she motioned me up her body with her hands. Then she whispered, "Put it in my mouth. Let me taste you!"

Fucking mother of god! "No, aunty...I.. I.might..no..later...," I stammered.

She relented, and raised her thighs and parted them. This was it! I was going to fuck a woman!

She reached down and gently grabbed my dick. I lowered myself and she directed my cock into her cunt hole. We were looking at each other as she positioned me at the entrance. Then she let go of my cock and I pushed down a bit. Her cunt hairs pricked the head of my cock like a thousand needled. But I also felt some moistness, and warmth down there.

With a force that surprised me, and surely shocked her, I plunged down into her.

She gasped at the sudden thrust, and let out a yelp. "Ayyy. Arrrruuuun...ahhhh!"

In an instant I could feel my thick cock-head push aside her lips. My dick slipped easily into her. I felt the walls of her cunt engulf the entire length of my cock.

I surprised myself once again, as I immediately rose and fell on her, as if I had done this all my life and this was not my first time. She had closed her eyes. She adjusted her position to allow me easier access and I fucked her.

I didn't know if I was being gentle or hard on her. But my cock slipped in and out of her easily, lubricated with her juices. I could think of nothing else but my cock. The pleasure I was deriving as all sides of my dick were rubbing against the insides of her cunt.

I lost count of the time. I realized that she had raised her feet off of the bed and had parted her thighs even further. Her hands were lovingly on my hips as she supported my thrashing and thrusting into her. I knew both of us were panting, gasping, groaning as we struggled together.

So this was what it all was about. Fucking. Screwing. Cock in cunt. It was glorious. I loved it. It was even more exhilarating than I had imagined. I looked down and saw my big, black, shiny cock covered in her white juices. Our bodies made squishing sounds as we slammed.

She smiled up at me and pulled me down and kissed me open mouthed. Our tongues clashed against each other. My spit flowed into her. I lost it at that moment. My dam broke.

I screamed, "Fuck, Rekha-aunty. Aaah,ahhh, ahhhh," I groaned in tune with my last hard thrusts. I even managed to keep looking at her and registering her expressions as I was about to explode inside her. She was breathing open mouthed, gasping with each of my thrusts.

Then with a mighty heave I gave one final grunt and thrust and lay still on her. At the very next instant my cock erupted in her. I counted at least eight spurts, as dick throbbed against the walls of her cunt. She held me tightly, enjoying every spurt as it fell inside her womb.

"Oooohhh, aunty.. Aaahhhh, fuuuk. That was absolutely...incredible!" I managed to gasp. "I want to fuck you forever!! Ahhhh!"

She giggled. We were like this for about half a minute, and then I rolled off of her. My slimy cock fell on her belly and our combined sticky juices made a trail on her.

"So. You finally did it, Arun!"

"Yes. Yes. Yes," I cried out. "I love it. I love fuckinnnnnngggg!"

We both looked at the clock. We still had time. We lay like that for a while. And suddenly she got up and started putting on her nightie. "Let me make some breakfast," she said.

"No, aunty. Let that wait. Please come back!"

She relented and came back and lay her naked body next to mine and then raised her head and placed it on my chest.

After a while I asked. "Aunty, can I ask you something?"

When she nodded, I asked, "When was the last time.. you..I mean..," She did not let me finish.

"You mean, when did I last have sex?" She raised her head and looked up at me and said, matter-of-factly, "Last night."

I was shocked. And she saw my shock, and chuckled. I stammered, "Las..last night? With uncle...?"

"Yes. Your uncle is a horny bastard. But not a very good ... you know...not good in..well he is not.,,has never been..Let's just say he is a two-minute-er...or less," and she laughed. "In-out, in-out, bam! I have had to use my hands.. A lot..from a long time ago..ha ha ha!!!"

I was really amazed at her frankness and candor. She realized this and looked at me and asked, "What? Do you think people stop sex when they hit forty? And women don't, yo know?" She made a jerking-off motion with her fist. And she laughed.

I shook my head, "No. No.. I thought.. Uncle..and ,,you..."

"Like I said, he is a cunning bastard and an asshole. He gets what he wants. He does it even when I. I..don't..I ..can't....fucker!!" And she slammed her fist on my chest.

We were silent for a while. Then I said, "You know, aunty, I have a piece of you with me."

She looked at me quizzically.

Then I told her about her panties. She laughed and said, "Really! That turns you on? You pervert! What do you do with it?" And she shook her head in mock disgust.

We chatted for some more time and then got up, cleaned and got dressed. But incredibly I was horny again. I had tasted sex and I wanted more. I stood close as she looked at herself in the mirror, arranging her clothes. She sensed my desire and turned to me. I put my hands on her hips and she understood what I wanted.

I pushed her against the wall, bent down and lifted her saree and petticoat and rode my hands up her legs. As I reached her waist I was in for a surprise. She did not have her panties on. My hands latched on to her bare asscheeks and I squeezed the firm muscles there. Then I moved my hands to the front and cupped her crotch. Her cunt hair was moist from the washing. I dipped my head and licked her cunt line. She gasped and grabbed my head and pushed it against her pussy.

"Oh! Arun!" she groaned.

I got up and unbuckled my pants and pushed it and my underwear down. My thick, rigid cock sprung upwards at an angle between us.

She grabbed it with her fist and pulled me towards her and in one swift motion directed my dick into her hole. She was not lubricated well this time and it was a bit hard for me, but I pushed with some force and her lips parted. The ring of her cunt hole was tight on my dick and held it in a vise-like grip. But it felt so pleasurable! The feeling of gradually decreasing pressure with simultaneously increasing lubrication was fantastic!

I had seen people in porn fucking with their clothes on and often wondered why and how they did it. But now it all made sense.

I was crouched in front of Rekha-aunty with my dick going in and out of her. She had one hand on her waist, holding up her clothes and another around my neck.. My hands we on the wall as I used it to support the both of us as I grunted, pushed and pulled in and out of her.

"Aiyoh! Arun.. ah.. Ah.. ah.. Yes..yes, " She hissed.

I was breathless and was panting after about three minutes and I took a break. Our faces were close and we could feel each other's hot breath. Then she pushed me away, hard, and my cock slipped out of her.

She looked at it and in one quick motion she dropped on her knees. Before I could realize what she was going to do, she took the pallu of her sari and wiped my dick clean of the juices on it. And then, incredibly, as I watched in amazement, she pushed her face forward, opened her mouth and took my cock inside.

I almost died. I had seen this thousands of times. The moment a woman made an 'O' with her mouth to take a man's penis into her mouth always fascinated me. I imagined getting blowjobs, but now this was really happening!

She had her eyes closed and I could feel the coolness of her spit on my cock. Then I felt her tongue playing with the underside and sides of my cock while it was still in her mouth. She slurped and drooled. Then she took her mouth away and held my dick in her hand and licked my smooth, shiny, wet bulb with her tongue.

The feeling was indescribable. I wanted her to keep sucking my cock. I wanted to go to the edge and come back and repeat this a thousand times. But what she did was a total surprise to me and I was unprepared.

As soon as she took my cock out of her mouth and licked the sensitive underside, my dam broke. Without warning, I came. I just had a fraction of a second to grab my cock out of her grasp and turn away before cum erupted from it.

She rose and in a flash had her fist again on my thick member, and she continued to jerk me off as ropes of cum exploded and landed on the mirror in thick, gooey streams. She squeezed my cock but not too hard, as the last drops trickled out and landed on the carpet.

"Oh, Arun.. look at you. You are a bloody fountain!!" She said and giggled.

She had another surprise for me when I came back from the bathroom. "Here, you panty pervert!" and handed me some pieces of cloth. I took them and rolled them on my hands and examined them closely. They were two pairs of panties!! One clearly belonged to a young woman and the other definitely to an older one. I looked at her and she smiled and said, "They are Radha's and Hema's. Enjoy!!!"

It was time for me to leave and I said a hasty goodbye, with a promise to do this again.

But things changed rapidly in the following days. Try as she might, Rekha-aunty could not get free of her hosts or her husband even for a couple of hours the next week. And the next. I was frustrated, but I had her and the panties of the women that she gave me for comfort and I used them to jerk off and fantasize and satisfy my lust. But there was only so far a masturbatory session could go. I wanted the real thing.

There were changes in our complex too. A few of my colleagues had by now brought their parents over from India and the contingent of older people grew by the day. They somehow managed to get together as a group in spite of the differences in languages as they hailed from different parts of India.

So when Anirudh's parents came back from the visit to their cousin, they had company of their own age. Rekha-aunty was now totally involved in the women's group and I could hardly get to talk to her, except for a few minutes here and there, as she was always surrounded by other women, doing activities with them or organizing parties and trips and the like. It was not like she did not understand the situation I was in and the frustration I was feeling. She just looked at me and shrugged as if to say she couldn't help it. I could only watch her from a distance and my frustration just grew as a few weeks flew by. But I still held on to some hope that we would get together.

Then one day Anirudh dropped a bombshell by saying his parents were leaving for the States in a few days to visit his sister who was working as a consultant for another Indian company there.

Fuck!

That very evening I heard my doorbell ring and to my surprise I saw aunty standing there with some packages in her hand. She hurried inside my flat, past me as I stood in shock at seeing her.

"Hi Arun! How are you? Have you heard the news? We are leaving to see Aditi in New Jersey in two days. Just wanted to .. you know..see ..meet you..once more..one last time.. Before....."

"Rekha-aunty, does anyone know you are here, now?" I asked, afraid that someone might have seen her coming to my flat.

"No. The ladies had a shopping trip plan but I told them I had a headache. Anirudh and his dad are away for something."

We were quiet for a while. I had so looked forward to this moment, when we would be alone. I had a feeling that she did too. But something did not feel right. And we both knew it.

She said, "Arun, do you, you want to..?" She did not finish the question, and she knew my answer by my silence.

"OK. Yes. Better that way. Maybe some other time..some other place?" She said, and stepped towards me and hugged me tightly, and then kissed me, first on my cheek, and then on my lips.

I am not sure if she did this by design, but I could not release her, or let her go. I felt my desire rising, my cock hardening in my shorts as I pressed against her. She felt it too, and immediately put her hands on my crotch.

I pulled her to my sofa and sat her down. I pulled down my shorts and she grabbed my semi erect cock and put it in her mouth. I was in a trance as I saw her mouth sliding on my thick cock. Soon I was hard as a rock. This time I was not going to ejaculate so quickly.

I held on to her face and mouth-fucked her hard. She did not complain as I grunted in the feeling of pleasure her mouth and tongue were giving me.

Then I undressed completely and stood naked in front of her. She waited and as I looked on she understood what I wanted her to do. She stood and took off her clothes one by one. I fisted and stroked my cock as I saw her expose more and more of herself.

Then I made her lay on the hardwood floor of my flat. She gasped as she felt the coldness of the floor on her back. I straddled her face and fucked her mouth once more. Again, she took this without complaining.

I pulled my cock from her mouth and it came out with a soft "plop" sound. She was waiting for my next move and I was sure she was not going to object to or complain about what I did.

I sucked her nipples. I lapped her tits and slathered my spit on them. I did it slowly, taking my time. I went down on her, between her legs and once again tasted her cunt juices and hair and took in the scent of her sex. I inserted my tongue into her cunt hole and sucked on her clit. I finger fucked her until she reached her orgasm and I drank in the juices she secreted once more.

My cock was as rigid as a flagpole by now, but I was not done. I wanted to see each and every part of her body. I turned her over and kissed her back.

I saved the best for last. I reached her ass and kissed her firm, blemishless ass. I placed my palms on each of her cheeks as parted them and took in the glorious view of her asshole. It was very dark and puckered and hairless. The skin around it was a shade lighter but her entire ass crack was very dark. I spat on her asshole and placed my finger on it and spread my spit around.

"Ahh..Arun.. what.. Aiyoh!! No.." she hissed, and turned around and lay on her back. She spread her legs and said, "Come. Put it inside me now. Take me."

I fucked her. Slowly at first. Then suddenly the realization struck me that this could be the last time we would be doing this and it enraged me and made me involuntarily angry. I took out my frustrations on her. I rammed and pummeled her mercilessly. I pinched and grabbed and bit her tits. I took her legs and folded them under my arms and doubled her up and pounded her like she was a rag doll. I knew I was grunting and shouting. She understood where I was coming from and she took the punishment without complaining.

I took many breaks. I was not even close to finishing. But I knew when she was going to have her orgasms and I waited till she calmed down. She came at least two more times before I finished. She was moaning and gasping and panting.

"Enough, Arun. Finish. I can't handle it anymore. Yes. Finish. Pleassssssssse," She pleaded as I resumed my fierce thrusts into her.

"Let me see. I..want..to..see.. It...your...juice..youAuntyr cummmmm," she hissed.

I pulled my cock out of her immediately and stroked it. I wanted to ejaculate on her body. To see my cum on her. She rose a bit and my cock erupted. Cum shot out in thick streams and landed on her belly and tits as I counted at least ten spurts.

I fell on the floor beside her, panting and heaving, just as she was.

"Oh...Rekha-aunty! I will never forget this. Never forget you.. Wow.. you are ..just..thank you, thank you, thank yooooouuuu," I cried as my breathing subsided.

After a few minutes she got up and put on her clothes in front of me. I just lay there on the floor watching her.

After a while she was ready to leave. But she said, "Oh, I forgot. I have something for you!" And she gave me a plastic lunch box. "Here, I made this for you. It is your favorite, right?"

It was the dessert I liked so much. I looked and smelled delicious.

Then she surprised me by giving me another package. "This you will really like, I think," She said mischievously. I looked at her, questioning.

"Well, you know we girls do our laundry together. I was able to get these from there. Just for you. All dirty and unclean, the way you like it!" She giggled.

I took the package and examined it. She was right. I really liked what I saw. She had a number of what I could only assume were women's or girls' panties, each individually packed in a plastic bag. They were of various sizes and shapes and colors. Fuck!

"Where's yours?" I asked.

"Oh.mmm..mine's not there. But here, you can have this," Saying this she raised her saree and petticoat and pulled down her panties and threw it at me with a laugh.

That was the last I saw of Rekha-aunty.

My panty collection started with hers and the ones she gave me. I now have quite a large and still growing collection, and even after all these years I still cherish and treasure hers. Some days I take them out and recall fondly our time together.
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The End

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