Friend's Mum

Ramesh  was my best friend in high school. He and I were both 19 when  this story took place. I was always over his house and  he mine. Unlike a lot of stories here, his mom was average looking. Not  a  striking beauty by any means, but to a 19  year  old boy anybody with tits got your attention. 

Ramesh's  mom's  name is Narmada, but I always called  her aunty (She  is  still alive and I'm not sure I want to use  their  last name.)  Well, she was about 5' 6" tall and thin. She was  in her early  to mid 40's. She had small breasts, probably a b cup, but to  me they looked great. As I spent more and more time there, I noticed  that she was always wearing blouses with a  scoop neckline. And that very time she bent over I could see down into  it. She always wore a bra, but her breasts hung down inside it and to me looked great. Usually  I managed to offer her my help doing things  around the house. I helped put clean linen on her bed a lot as that afforded me a good opportunity to peek down her blouse as she bent over to make the bed. I never was sure if she knew what I was doing, but since  I offered my help and she always accepted, I didn't care. But in my mind I did wonder if she was showing herself to me on purpose. My answer would come in the winter of 1971. This is when the real story happened. I was over Ramesh's on a Saturday afternoon when it started to freezing rain. As the storm got worse Ramesh asked his  mom if I could stay the night rather than attempt  to drive home. I was given the ok and called my parents to let them know. 

A short time after that Ramesh went into the basement to work on his motorcycle and that left me with his mom in the living room. I  was a klutz with mechanical stuff, so he never asked my help. She  went in to the kitchen to do dishes and I followed  and offered to  help. "Oh, no" she said, I'll get them.  There  aren't many to do." As she washed and rinsed I stood leaning against the refrigerator and watched her from behind. She had a knit pullover shirt and jeans on. Whenever I had the chance I always watched her as I was fascinated with  the thoughts of older women. Even if she  was  my  best friend's  mom, that never stopped my dreaming and imagination. I do  not  know  what got into me, but that afternoon  as  I stood behind  her,  I made up my mind to try something. What  I wasn't sure, but I would try to find out if she was deliberately showing herself to me or not. As she was doing the dishes, we talked and then I moved right behind her and started rubbing her shoulders. She  jumped,  I startled her, but then relaxed and said  it  felt good.  I  continued my massage going in wider and  wider circles across  her shoulders and down her back. Then, I reached for the edge of her shirt and slipped my hands under. I continued to rub her shoulders and back. I  could  feel  her bra straps as I rubbed and  thinking  of breasts got me hard. Narmada stopped talking when she realized  I was under her shirt. I waited for her to yell or tell me to stop. She  didn't. Instead, she whispered "Just don't let Ramesh catch us  like this. He'll never believe that this is an innocent back rub."  Yea,  right I thought. Innocent to you, but  I  got other ideas. Since she did not stop me I kept on massaging and rubbing her shoulders and back. Then as my hands went to her shoulders I kept  going  aver  the tops and lightly touched the  top  of her breasts  with my fingers. Still, she did not stop me, so  I went further.  

After a couple of minutes I circled my arms around her and using both hands began rubbing her breasts thru her bra. They felt great to me. And boy did my cock get hard. At  last I was touching her breasts, even if it was with her bra on. I held my breathe and waited for her reaction. Is wasn't long in  happening. She dropped a dish into the dishpan and let out a startled  squeal.  But it was a quiet one. "Shiva!'  She hissed. "What  are you doing" I leaned over and answered her." What I've wanted  to do for a long time. I wanted to feel your breasts for months, but wasn't sure how you would react. But after all the times of you wearing low cut shirts and bending over  showing me a hint of them, I just decided to go for it and see  your reaction." I noticed that she did not try to move away or stop my hands in any way. Narmada said " I always thought you found  me tempting, but never thought you would do something." " Do you want to stop?" I asked. "No. It feels too nice. I haven't felt this way in a while, what with Ramesh's dad in the hospital for  so long." " Just be careful and don't let Ramesh catch  us." She  answered. We could both hear him working on his  cycle thru the  door to the basement. We would have to pay attention to him as well as what I was doing tom her. 

I  continued  rubbing and kneading her breasts  and  she stopped doing  the dishes and just leaned against the sink. As I kneaded and  squeezed she started to breathe deeper and little  sighs or moans  escaped her lips. She tried to be real quiet, but I could still  tell she was enjoying my playing with her breasts. I then took  a  chance and brought my hands behind her and  quickly unhooked her  bra. I slipped my hands under her  straps  and back around to the front onto her bare breasts. "OHH, my!" She sighed. "Your hands feel so good on my tits." I couldn't believe it. I was feeling my best friend's mom's naked tits and she was letting me! Boy was my cock getting hard now. I started playing with her nipples, rubbing them between my thumbs and   fingers.  They  started  getting  hard  and  long.  "OHHH, GGGOOODDD"  She  whispered. "your hands are driving  me  nuts. I haven't felt like this in months. Please Don't stop." Just when I felt  things  were moving along okay, I realized that  the noise  from  the basement stopped. I quickly pulled my hands from under her  shirt  and whispered that Ramesh was coming up  the stairs. Narmada,  spun and left the kitchen to go up to the  bathroom to fix her bra and straighten out her cloths. Wow, almost caught! As Ramesh  came  into the kitchen eh asked where his mom was  and I simply told him the truth. She went to the bathroom. Still to continue........... Females of any age interested to have me can mail me at siva_kovai@yahoo.com