Author: Santosh’s Mom Enjoyed with his Friend Gopi
Event link:Savita Bhabhi – Part 24 (Mere friend ki MILF mom)
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Well, guys, I am Santosh, and I am 22 years old. I am not so fair that girls stare at me, nor am I so dark that they avoid me. Like others, I have a responsibility to look after my mom and our house. I recently completed my studies and got a job in West Bengal. I talked with my friend Gopi and asked him to look after my mother while I was away from the village.
Now, I am in West Bengal, doing my job and living alone in a bachelor’s room. It is a 9 am to 5 pm job. It has been 3 months since I moved here. My landlords are pure Bengalis. There are five members in the family: an auntie, an uncle, their two sons, and one of their daughters-in-law.
Her name is Vidutha, and she is 29 years old. She is damn slim but carries 34D cups on her chest. I have seen many girls in my life, but she is someone I want for myself. Damn, I should have been born as her future husband instead of her husband, Rahul.
We never really talked with each other. She is also a very quiet and introverted person. In a conversation with Rahul, I learned that they had been trying for a baby for three years, but their attempts always failed.
Both of them went into a dark phase, pressured by society and their own family members. He was worried about it, and I thought there was nothing I could do if it was their fate. I just consoled him as a brother would.
Some days passed like that. I felt bad for Vidutha Bhabhi. I don’t know much about her personally, but I heard the landlord auntie taunting her because she thinks Vidutha Bhabhi is infertile. She must be suffering in her heart all alone.
One day, Rahul came to me and asked for a small favor. He asked me to look after their house while they visited relatives for 10 days. At that moment, I felt like a paid watchman for their house. He informed me that Vidutha Bhabhi would be staying behind, so he asked me to look after her whenever I had time.
He told me she would prepare tiffin, a lunch box, and supper for the night as well. When I heard that, I was on cloud nine because I got a chance to sneak a peek at her awesome butt and damn tight cleavage from her desi saree.
I don’t know why, but she is always in her saree. Maybe it’s due to strict family or mother-in-law rules. Whatever the reason, because of her enticing white and red-bordered sarees, I fell in love with her. She is too beautiful for an average creep like me.
The day eventually came when we were seeing each other for breakfast and supper together. However, due to her introverted mindset, she always kept things to herself. Well, the old saying is that every dog has its day, and for me, that day was a Saturday.
In West Bengal, aloo samosas are very delicious. During my office break, a group of colleagues and I go to our regular snack shop, and I packed some for Bhabhi too. When I reached their house to give her the samosas, I saw her with her wet hair covered by a towel.
She was in a half-saree, and for the first time, I saw her open navel and waist. After I realized what I had done, I instantly closed the door, blaming myself for not knocking before entering. Then, she opened the door and called me in.
Santosh: I am sorry, Bhabhi. I should have knocked before entering the room.
Vidutha: Well, it happens. Forget about it.
I took the samosa package from my bag and passed it to her.
Santosh: Brother told me you like samosas, so I brought some for you.
When she reached for the samosa parcel, her soft fingertips touched my palm. I went back to my room, laid on the bed, imagined her in my lustful thoughts, and masturbated to her. After that, I freshened up and went to her again for supper (dinner is separate, you see).
When I reached her dining hall, she was waiting for me all alone. I went to the dining table, sat on a chair, and we began our supper. In between, I shared some things about my office and asked her:
Santosh: Hey, Bhabhi. Do you have any love stories from your college days?
Vidutha: No. I’m a total introvert, so I don’t have many friends, and love is out of the question.
We finished our supper. As I was returning to my room, she called me and asked me to stay with her for a bit. How could I deny such a charming lady? We were in the hallway, and she seemed fine with me. I guessed she was comfortable around me.
We played Ludo to pass the time while listening to some old Bengali melodies. I thought I should tell her about my feelings for her. It was my turn. I clicked on my phone screen to roll the dice and asked:
Santosh: Bhabhi, I want to tell you something.
She gazed at me and asked:
Santosh: I have a crush on you, Bhabhi.
When she heard this, she was in shock. I stood up to run to my room before she could create any chaos. The moment I began to run, she called out:
Vidutha: You wanna fuck me?
This time, I was shocked after hearing it. I stood still, checking my ears, wondering if what I heard was my imagination or something else. She grabbed my hand, made me sit beside her, and once again asked me, her voice calm and pleasant:
Vidutha: I’ve been too horny for a while. My husband is away and isn’t good in bed anyway. I’m lonely and all. So, if you don’t have a problem…?
I was unsure what I should answer and remained silent while looking at her. She sat beside me, and I felt her thighs and our shoulders rubbing against each other.
Vidutha: Answer me, Santosh. Do you want to fuck me?
I smelled her breath. Her silent voice turned slutty, and her drape (saree’s pallu) was falling downwards. Her melon-like boobs were inviting me to grab and squeeze them, yet she wasn’t trying to adjust them. I understood I had to answer her, or I would miss my chance. I looked into her eyes and said:
Santosh: Why are you asking me that?
Vidutha: I think you masturbate to me, right?
Oh crap. Does she have some kind of magic powers or what? I denied it.
Santosh: Sorry, Bhabhi. I don’t have any intentions toward you. (I lied. I wanted to fuck her so roughly, but I felt hopeless.)
Vidutha: You wanna hear a secret?
Santosh: Hmm.
Vidutha: I masturbate while thinking of you.
When I heard that, I couldn’t control my inner urge to kiss her. I just grabbed her neck from behind, pulled her to me, and we both initiated a burning kiss. She wasn’t holding back either, giving me the same tongue-tingling in my mouth that I was giving her.
We kissed; I grabbed her heavenly boobs, laid my palm on her waist, just experiencing her smell and her tongue’s saliva in my mouth. We kissed and kissed, then took a break to get some air.
Vidutha: What was that?
Santosh: The answer to your question.
I stood up and said:
Santosh: I am going to the shop to buy condoms. Wait for me.
Vidutha: No need for condoms. Fuck me as your wife.
Santosh: Sorry.
I sat on the sofa and said:
Santosh: I want to fuck you as my slave girl.
I went over to her, unzipped my pants, and took out my boner. I asked her:
Santosh: I hope you don’t have a problem with that?
Vidutha just settled herself on the sofa and said:
Vidutha: Please, don’t hold back then.
I pulled down the lower part of her saree. My hands reached into her underwear, and I felt her shaved pussy. I slowly tried to rub her vagina, and she pulled me close. We both initiated kissing again. My boner was already in one of her palms, and she was just feeling it, shaking it. I took off my shirt.
Vidutha: Bedroom.
We both went into the bedroom and lay on the bed. She took off her blouse, and I pushed her onto the bed. I took off my pants and jumped on her. Thenk, I took off her bra and started squeezing her 34D-sized, melon-like boobs and sucking her nipples.
Vidutha: Huh… huh… huh…
My fingers were busy with her pussy. I wanted to suck her pussy for a long time, so I swiftly slid down to her bottom, started revolving my tongue on her pussy, and slowly my tongue work began to rupture her. Water drained from her pussy.
Vidutha: Huh… huh… huh…
I smelled her pussy, which was too tasty. Her cunt was like a small bead, and I twisted my tongue there and sucked it as many times as possible.
Vidutha: Hmm…
Lastly, I fingered her butt hole and licked her thighs from tip to toe. She enjoyed it a lot. I took her toes in my mouth and started licking them, tingling from the bottom. Then I went to her pussy and penetrated my boner dick into her saliva-soaked pussy.
At first, I carefully moved back and forth while kissing her neck and licking her lips. I then increased my drill in her to make her my slave rather than my wife and started stroking into her.
Vidutha and Santosh: Huh… huh… huh…
Her eyes were on me. I never saw a single cent of guilt in them. She hugged me so tight and said:
Vidutha: Please, Santosh. Do it. Lift my burden from my shoulders.
I understood what she said and just increased my stroking, drilling even harder into her. We were both taking deep, long breaths. She was moaning and shouting louder in her own pleasurable happiness.
Vidutha: Huh… huh… huh…
After a minute, I couldn’t hold myself anymore. My boner cock reached its final stage and released my cum into her. She then closed her eyes in relaxation. But my lust for her still hadn’t lessened. I just lay on her, kissing her lips and pressing her nipples. And she was giving me the same company for my happiness.
Like this, I broke my virginity and helped a woman for her better life. Until this night, it remained a secret between us. Like this, we both enjoyed ourselves in my landlord’s bedroom.
We tried lots of stuff, like: 69, missionary, reverse cowgirl, spread eagle (oral sex), bottom-ups (my favorite oral sex), leg-up position on the sofa, blowjobs, pussy eating, and many more things and dirty actions. She was not an introvert to me anymore. We enjoyed naked breakfasts and dirty jokes, and she enjoyed all of them.
The day eventually came when she became bhabhi again, and I was her tenant once more. A few days later, Rahul came to my room with a sweet box and a happy face and said to me:
Rahul: Have it, brother. I am going to be a father.
I am happy for Vidutha Bhabhi and feel bad for Rahul’s brother at the same time. But what happened has already happened. After a few months, I shifted to my colleague’s room and concentrated on my life seriously.
To be continued.