By: [email protected]
Hello Readers, my name is Shaikhul Islam. It is a true incident that happened with me when I was with my best friend’s mom. I was 20 then and at college. My parents were small farmers and we were very poor. I was the youngest and only son of my father Azizul Islam and mother Sabeena Bibi. We were a large family and I had 6 older sisters before me. I was good in studies and always excelled in exam and that is when a Charitable Organization sponsored me for my higher studies since I was at college. The owner of the charitable organization was Mrs Menoka Roy. She was an angel to me, a savior. I don’t know where I would be if I don’t had her in my life as a mentor. Her only son Gaurab Roy was my best friend in college and we used to hang around a lot together. I always had a huge crush on Mrs. Menoka. Since I was a sponsored candidate of the charitable organization to continue studies in college, I never had to stay in hostel for long and many a times I used to drop by the Roy’s mansion and chilled with my friends and family; my friend Gaurab, and his family. Gaurab’s father Debjit Roy was a renowned businessman and hence they were very lavish in their lifestyle. I enjoyed every moment of my stay with Roy family. We frequently had parties, went to picnic, had frequent hangouts and our life was awesome.
Chapter 01: Using the opportunity to blackmail my best friend’s mother
I woke up early in the morning with a yawn and rolled onto my back. As my mind came to life I remembered it was only Tuesday, so the weekend was still far far away. Waking up and knowing there was another boring day of college ahead didn’t improve my state of mind. I sat up slowly and pulled back the covers. I swung my long legs over the edge of the bed and rested my feet on the floor, and then I slowly got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth I took a quick glance in the mirror. I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but I had often been told by girls at college, that I was an extraordinarily handsome guy. Looking back at me was a tall, at several inches over six feet, and lean, but very muscular tanned teenager with shaggy black hair. My eyes were a bright burning black and I knew my gaze had a spectacular impact on the girls at my college. I rolled my shoulders, making my muscles ripple. It wasn’t a moment of vanity but I usually got a kick out of seeing my good muscles tone as a statement of me being a natural born athlete. “Well, get moving Shaikhul or you’ll be late,” I said to myself as I got into the shower. After the shower I rushed downstairs for a quick breakfast noticing that my hostel mates and buddies already had left for college.
5 minutes later I got into my car and drove over to pick up my friend Gaurab for college. It was a two minute drive through our wealthy neighborhood with its large houses and mansions. Two minutes later I was parked in the driveway. I knocked once at the door and walked right in. Gaurab had been my best friend since college and for as long as I could remember; our families had been close friends. My father also started to work for the charitable organization of Mrs Menoka and our days started to grow shinning and our necessities were easily met. Gaurab and I had always played on the same sports teams, gone to the same colleges and so on. As I got to the kitchen I could see it was a typical Tuesday morning in the Roy household. As she always did Menoka — Gaurab’s mother – had made breakfast for her husband, Debjit and Gaurab. Madhumita, Gaurab’s sister, had left for college a year ago, so the family was just the three of them. Gaurab barely looked up from his cereal at my arrival and just waved a good morning at me with his spoon. He was kind of short but muscular guy only being 5’7” with short dark hair. We spent most of our time together either studying for classes, going to parties with friends, watching TV, and other usual activities for high college boys. Sometimes we would go out on double dates. Gaurab was an alright looking guy and got his fair share of action, but I surpassed him quite a bit in that field. We were both brash and outgoing, but where Gaurab was a known comedian and liked to goof around I was more reckless.
In one area we were different. Gaurab struggled getting good grades in college whereas I was a straight A student. I always got good grades with the least possible effort but helped Gaurab a lot with his college work. Debjit, Gaurab’s dad, was sitting reading a newspaper at the large kitchen table, dressed in his usual shirt, pants and tie. Being an eminent businessman he had long work hours but had also made a killing in the market with his investment company. Debjit loved to laugh and have a good time and had lots of friends. He had a somewhat instinctive ability to hook people with whatever he was saying. As Gaurab he was kind of short, about 5’8”, with shortish dull going gray hair.
Last but not least was Menoka, Gaurab’s mother. She was leaning against the counter with her arms folded, drinking some coffee. Standing just barely 5’2” Gaurab’s mother was a gorgeous Bengali beauty. Even dressed in a long white bathrobe she looked hot. She must have been coming right out of the bath and down to the kitchen for a quick fix of coffee. Her long black hair hung down her chest in wet, clingy waves and she had a radiant face with amazing dark-lashed brown eyes and full sensual lips. While Menoka was then thirty-nine, she had always maintained an appearance that made people think that she was much younger than her actual years. One of the things that made Menoka appear so young was her incredibly youthful figure. Her breasts were full, and not sagging in the least, and she had a tight ass. Her legs were perfectly formed with trim ankles, beautifully shaped calves and taught, full thighs. She was definitely a dream milf.
At the time where Gaurab and I went from only being interested in typical young boys stuff and became aware of girls, I secretly found out Menoka’s measurement. She was a 36C-30-42 and weighed 120 pounds; a true Bengali slut and booty. Later on I could easily accept this as Menoka truly had an hourglass figure with an incredibly bust, a wasp waist and flaring hips. As I first experienced my sexual awakening as a young boy I had had an incredible crush on Menoka. I had never mentioned this to Gaurab because I didn’t think he would like to know, that his best friend had a thing for his mother. But as I started dating, and eventually got into my first relationship with a girl, my crush turned into a memory of my youth, and I once again just saw Menoka as my friend’s mother. Menoka had a sunny disposition and an outgoing personality, so I still really liked being around her.
Menoka was also a part-time teacher at our high college, and all the guys thought she was a babe. But Gaurab and I had years ago put a stop to their crude comments about how they would like to fuck Menoka. But sometimes they still kidded Gaurab about how young and attractive his mother looked. Menoka was talking to Debjit but as I came into the kitchen she smiled at me and said, “Good morning, Shaikhul.” “Good morning, Mrs. M,” I replied back “Morning, big boy,” Debjit said without taking his eyes from the paper. He almost never took his eyes away from the paper, and barely participated in the morning conversation. He often just called me big boy, as I had a much large frame than any of the Roy family members.
Menoka just walked over to her husband and took the paper from him. As Debjit looked up she just smiled at him at laughed lightly, “Thanks for joining the conversation, darling.” She bend down and ran her hands through Debjit’s hair before she gave him a lovely little kiss. It was clear to all that Menoka and Debjit had a good marriage and still were happy about each other. “Anything interesting going on in college today?” Debjit asked Gaurab and me. “Not really. Same old boring stuff with the same old boring teachers,” I said with a grin and blinked at Debjit, while I poured some coffee into a cup. “Watch it Mister,” Menoka quickly retorted while Debjit and Gaurab laughed. “Well of course I didn’t mean my young vibrant Bengali teacher,” I chuckled back at her. “Good save,” Debjit said and we all shared a laugh. “Have you got any test this week?” Menoka asked Gaurab, leaning back against the counter zipping coffee.
“Only in mean old Mr. Bose’s history class on Friday,” Gaurab answered and got up walking over to the dishwasher to rid himself of his bowl and spoon. “Well, I hope you have been studying for it, because you’ll have to keep up your grades if you’ll want to get into a great college,” Menoka said.
“Not yet, but Shaikhul has promised to help me on Thursday,” Gaurab said.
“That’s good, but why don’t you start tonight,” His mother asked.
“I have already promised to go out to dinner with my parents tonight, as they are leaving for my father’s party meeting and trip on Friday,” I interrupted.
“Oh, that’s right. I have told your mother, that you could stay at our house for the weekend and next week,” Menoka replied.
“Relax mom, Thursday is soon enough and with Shaikhul’s help I’ll at least get a B,” Gaurab said enthusiastically.
“Okay, but you know I’m just concerned about your grades, Honey,” Menoka said as she gave her on a peak on the cheek. After that Gaurab and I left for college.
I had been right in the morning about another boring day at college. After lunch-break I had Computer Science and here I had been assigned to setting up 2 new computers in the teacher lounge. Not a very interesting task, but I did it without complaining. I was good with computers and I even fixed computer hardware and network problems in my college and hostel rooms. I got decent pay offs and pocket money with my services and moreover I also had the luxury to spy over people’s secret matters when I looked in their computers hard drive. My college’s security system though installed by a private ltd company, I occasionally helped my college tutors and staffs to maintain the security system and inform them about any bugs.
I had just finished and walked down to my own laptop in another room to see if the web-camera and microphone was broadcasting its signals without problems. I had set my own computer up to record the signals from the two computers in the teacher lounge. The cameras worked like a charm but because there were no teachers in the room I couldn’t test if the microphones worked okay. I decided to wait some time before coming up with another solution for testing the sound. 10 minutes later I could see my history teacher Mr. Sharma coming into the room and sat down and turned on his laptop. He began to work, but I still wasn’t totally sure if the microphones worked alright, so I surfed the net while waiting for another teacher to come into the lounge.
5 minutes later Menoka walked into the room. She greeted Mr. Sharma and they stroke up a conversation. It wasn’t very interesting, so I decided to shut down my laptop and go to the teacher lounge and turn off the microphone and camera, now I knew they worked. But as I had my finger on the off button I heard something interesting.
Menoka had been looking at the screen of Mr. Sharma’s laptop and she said, “Is that the test for this week?”
“Yes. I have just finished it,” Mr. Sharma replied and continued, “Some of my students has been slacking of this past two weeks, so I have decided to surprise them with a test tomorrow instead of Friday. Let’s see how they handle that.”
“Sounds interesting, but are you not afraid a lot of them will do badly in the test,” Menoka replied sounding a little off and with a troubled look on her face — clearly thinking about her own son.
“Not my problem, you snooze you lose,” Mr. Sharma said with a mean grin and got up.
“Will you look after my computer while I go to the bathroom?” He asked Menoka.
“Of course,” She replied and Mr. Sharma walked out the door.
I just thought to myself that I had to tell Gaurab about this surprise, but I also knew he would totally freak out, because he couldn’t study for the test by himself. Over the years he had become depended on my help.
But before I could do anything Menoka got a determinant look on her face and reached into her purse. She got out a flash drive and quickly inserted it into Mr. Sharma’s laptop. She used the mouse pad and it seemed as if she was transferring the test to the flash drive. In a matter of seconds she had completed the task and quickly took a step away from the computer and looked really guilty around to see if anybody had seen her dishonorable act. She took a deep breath and put the flash drive back into her purse and went to the water-cooler.
I was shocked by her actions and didn’t know what to do. I waited half an hour and when the teacher lounge once again was empty I quickly walked down to it and turned off the microphone and camera. I saved the recordings on my own computer and drove home. I decided I wouldn’t do anything about Menoka’s actions. I refused to consider that she would help Gaurab cheating at a test. It could end very badly for both of them if it were discovered.
The next day in our history class we got the surprised test, but when the lesson was over Gaurab didn’t seem troubled at all. He just said, that he thought he had done really well.
I was very suspicious but didn’t voice any objection. I would wait until the test was graded before I would decide on, what to do. Friday we got the test back and both Gaurab and I got an “A” on the test. Gaurab had a huge grin on his face and just gave me a high five.
Now I was sure that he had been cheating and I was shocked by the fact that his mother — my Bengali teacher — had helped him getting a good grade by cheating. In her own class she was kind and gentle, but still she did not tread lightly with grading homework, marking down even the smallest of errors. All the kids in college knew they had to do their best performance in her class.
I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had to do something. It wasn’t the fact that they had cheated as much as the fact that my best friend and his mother hadn’t included me in their plan. None of them had told me about the surprise test and deep down I knew Menoka was responsible for it. The reasoning behind it I could easily understand, because the more people being in on the secret the larger risk for being exposed. You could say I had double standards as I already knew about the test and hadn’t told Gaurab about it myself — but that didn’t cross my mind at all.
After college Gaurab and I drove to the basketball court which was part of a playground near where we lived. We were just shooting hoops to pass the time on a warm day. Before long we began a one-on-one game, which started out friendly, but became more competitive as it went on. We played hard against each other and I used my anger against Gaurab and his mother to win the game.
Later on we drove home to the Roy’s mansion and walked into the kitchen where Menoka was making dinner. She didn’t notice us as first because she was singing and dancing around in the kitchen while cooking. Menoka looked happy and without a care in the world. It seemed as if she had forgotten all about helping her son cheat. Here she was in her kitchen dressed in a strapless yellow transparent nighty which highlighted her enthralling attributes. The way her breasts strain against the fabric made them look ample and tasty. She wore high heeled yellow pumps showing off her smooth tanned legs to the maximum as well as her tight ass.
That moment I got a flashback to years before as I had dreamed about what it would be like to have sex with Menoka. She frequently had been the main character in my fantasies as I had started to masturbate myself, imagining that I was fucking my best friend’s mother. But Menoka had with her kindness and motherly attitude made me kind of ashamed of those thoughts so I had fought hard to let them go — and succeed. But now I knew she wasn’t the flawless pristine housewife, I always thought she was. In my eyes she had been the perfect wife and mother, so I had suppressed my feelings for her, but in a matter of seconds my desire for this gorgeous Bengali woman with her black hair; her beautifully shaped full rounded tits, thin waist, and perfectly formed legs once again came alive. I felt a throbbing in my loins and right there I decided that I would use my recordings of Menoka’s dishonorable act to benefit my own physical attraction towards this hot milf. But I had to create a situation, where it would be acceptable for Menoka to break her marriage vows.
“Hi mom we’re home,” Gaurab called out interrupting my thoughts.
“Hi guys, dinner will be ready in an hour,” Menoka replied with smile as she continued dancing around in the kitchen.
We went to Gaurab’s room to play video games until Debjit came home and Menoka called us for dinner.
All through dinner I had a hard time concentrating on the conversation, because each time Menoka bent down to serve from the curry from the pot I caught a glance of her lacy yellow bra. I had a semi hard-on under the whole meal.
I forgot about it for a moment as Gaurab said, “Dad, by the way, I got an A on my history test.”
“Wow, that’s great news. I’m proud of you and happy about the fact that you take your collegework so serious,” Debjit replied.
“Well dad,” Gaurab replied with a wink at his mother, “You know me. I have stopped goofing off and am now trying to do my best.”
Menoka only blushed and looked down into her plate.
His father beamed at him, “I like that. You have deserved a reward. I have got an extra box ticket for the Indian premier league cricket game tomorrow. You should come with me.”
“I would love to, but I have promised Shaikhul we would be together tomorrow.”
I immediately saw a chance and said, “Go to the game Gaurab, I’ll have to do some homework anyway.”
“Do you really mean it?”, Gaurab asked.
“Yeah man. You don’t have to babysit me, and I really have to finish this assignment.”
“Well it seem as if you two guys are going to have fun, while both Shaikhul and me are stuck doing homework tomorrow. “Menoka said with a smile and then turned the conversation to another topic.
That night as I lay in the guest-bed in the basement I began to plan my proposal to Menoka. I started to worry about a million different things, but the thought of Menoka’s gorgeous face and sexy body pushed all doubt and thoughts of it being wrong out of my mind. My cock began to grow and as I fantasized about her I develop a full blown hard-on. I started to jack of my large meat-club, as I began to visualize myself deep inside of Menoka, and pounding my huge cock in and out of her pussy, as she would wrap her magnificent legs around me. I imagined her moaning with pleasure as I penetrated her pussy, and greedily suckled from her full round tits. And I imagined her finish me of with her glorious lips wrapped around my cock as she hungrily milked me for hours, until I finally would explode sending my seed deep into her waiting mouth. As I got more and more turned on, my stroking picked up and got louder. Before long I shot my load high up in the air as I came long and hard.
In the morning I turned on my laptop and opened the recording from the teacher lounge. It was a good quality and I knew I could definitely use it as a lever in my upcoming dealings with Menoka. I put my laptop on standby and looked forward to being alone with Gaurab’s mother.
I went up to the kitchen, where the whole Roy family already were seated. I said, “Good morning everyone.”
As usual Debjit mumbled a good morning behind his paper.
My eyes fell on Menoka and she looked really good. She rose and went to the fridge and I could see that she had dressed quite moderate. She was wearing a blue sifon saree, that emphasized her bust and her wasp like waist but didn’t show much cleavage. Her tight dark blue blouse accentuated her firm breats. She was barefooted and wore sunglasses too, high up above the hairline on her forehead. I began to feel a throbbing in my groin but told myself, that I had to cool it.
I sat down and began to eat while talking with Gaurab. After some time Debjit lay down the paper and looked at Gaurab and said, “Can you be ready for leaving in half an hour?”
“I’ll just take a shower and get dressed then I’m ready,” Gaurab replied
“Fine,” Debjit said as he got up and went out of the kitchen followed by Gaurab.
Menoka and I shared the paper and for some time we just sat reading and drinking coffee.
Half an hour later Gaurab and his father were out of the door heading to the game.
I got up and fetched my laptop. When I came back into the kitchen Menoka had started clearing the table.
I helped her and then sat down at the table opening my computer.
Menoka smiled at me and said, “Oh, those dreaded homework.”
“Yeah, Mrs. M. You know how it is,” I said and continued, “I have been hearing a rumor about cheating at college. Is it right, that cheating students are going to be expelled and cannot apply for college?”
I could see the blood drain from Menoka’s face and she stuttered, “Where have you heard that rumor?”
“Well, I have to admit there are no rumors yet, but we both know that something was suspicious about Gaurab’s test score. No way he could have gotten an A without my help.”
Obviously Menoka thought attack was the best defense as she began to let loose at me, “What are you implying, Shaikhul. My son didn’t cheat. I let you know, I helped him with his studies on Tuesday — and that’s why he got an A. I can’t believe you are trying to blame your best friend for cheating. I’m disgusted and appalled by your suggestion, and if you’ll say something like this to anybody, I’ll come after you with a vengeance.”
“Well, I don’t think so. Please sit down and take a look at this video,” I said imperturbable.
Menoka looked shaken as she sat down and I started the video of her and Mr. Sharma. As we came to the part where she copied the file I said, “As you can see, I don’t doubt that you helped Gourab, but I don’t think the principle and the school-board like the way you did it.”
Menoka didn’t deny the fact that she had helped her son cheating but only stuttered, “My god no. Please this can’t be true. Where in heavens name did you get the video from Shaikhul?”
“From the web-cameras I had installed on the new computers in the teacher lounge, Mrs. M. I downloaded it to the hard drive on my computer and also made a backup of the video,” I replied in a very serious tone.
“Oh. Shaikhul. What are you gonna do with the video?” Menoka asked sounding quite queasy.
“Both you and I know this is a very serious matter,” I replied and saw that Menoka began to shiver in her seat as I continued, “This could very well involve the name of the school in a terrible scandal, not to mention your husband’s humiliation and reaction to all this.”
“Oh god, please Shaikhul. I can’t have Debjit finding out please. Please don’t say anything to anybody,” Menoka said as she began to cry.
“I don’t know if I can keep silent Mrs. M. I think I have a duty to the school-board not to mention my fellow students,” I replied.
“Please, please Shaikhul. Please I beg you. Please you know I love my job very much and I will definitely loose it. And if Debjit finds out he’ll be devastated,” Menoka wept.
“I can only imagine what Debjit’s reaction will be if all this comes out,” I said forcing the point while I silently was really happy with Menoka’s reaction to the video.
“No please Shaikhul don’t tell him I beg you. What I did was a mistake. It was a moment of insanity. I was desperate and surprised by Mr. Sharma’s test and before I knew it I had copied it to my flash drive. And in the evening I just showed it to Gourab so he would have a chance at the test,” Menoka nervously explained.
I had Menoka right where I wanted her. She had admitted to her wrongdoings and as I had been recording our conversation I now had solid proof about her actions.
“You have behaved like a cheater, Mrs. M. In your own class you have always stressed the point about doing the work. You piss me off. I thought you were a respectable happily married teacher and mother, but you have shown your true color,” I said getting great joy from watching this hot Bengali milf squirm as I gave her a dressing down.
“Oh god no. I didn’t mean to…” Menoka stuttered
“You didn’t mean to cheat or you didn’t mean to get caught?” I said in a tone that was demanding an answer.
“Oh, Shaikhul I have made a terrible mistake. I’m sorry. Please I’ll do anything you want,” Menoka pleaded.
“Well Mrs. M if you want my silence to keep your job and keep Debjit in the dark about your actions, I have a proposition,” I said leaning forward to rest my hands on the table with a posture of authority.
“What…,what do you want from me Shaikhul?” Menoka asked nervously.
“In exchange for my silence Mrs. M. You’ll have to help me with a problem,” I said
“Yes, of course I’ll help you,” Menoka quickly replied.
“Well, Mrs. M. It’s quite embarrassing for me to say, so I’ll just come out and say it. As you surely have noticed the last couple of years Gourab and I have gotten a lot of experience with dating. Often the girls enjoy the date up to a certain point, but often they think I’m too rough on them. I have great difficulties being gentle towards them and I have tried and tried. I’m 20 years old and I would like to be good at dating before I graduate. So I have come up with a solution to my problems. Mrs. M. I want you to help me getting better at dating,” I said sounding nervously. All of this was just bullshit as I over the last couple of years had developed quite a reputation at my school as a ladies’ man and all my dates were really satisfied with my dating skills. But I thought that once I got Menoka on a date with me, I could easily win her over so she would want me as much as I wanted her.
“Oh, Shaikhul. I had no idea you had this kind of trouble. But Shaikhul I can’t go on a date with you. I just can’t honey, I’m happily married and I don’t think it would be very comfortable for you dating your best friend’s mother,” Menoka said silently.
“Mrs. M. I want nothing else and if the answer is no then I guess I have no other recourse but to go to the school-board,” I said closing my laptop.
“Shaikhul, I don’t see how I can help you. Why not practice with one of the nice girls you know,” Menoka replied.
“I don’t want any of them to think I’m inexperienced. I know I can trust you and that’s why I asked this of you,” I snapped back at her.
“Now listen Shaikhul. I don’t know if I could make-out with you. I still think of you as kind of a kid. I would also feel like a whore for cheating on my husband. I love Debjit too much to do that to him.”
“I totally get it, but how about we try it out. I have thought about 20 dates starting with a little kissing and then we could take it from there. I’m just interested in getting some pointers so I can impress my girlfriends with my skills. I’m after getting some experience, and maybe we don’t have to go all the way,” I said trying to placate Menoka and getting her to accept the idea.
“Don’t make a decision here and now, Mrs. M. I’ll go for a run and when I come back, you can tell me, what you have decided. You now know my demands, so either you accept or you suffer the consequences.” I said and took my laptop and walked out of the kitchen.
An hour later I was back from my run and had showered. I went to find Menoka and it didn’t take long before I found her in the living room where she was standing looking out of the window.
“Hey Mrs. M. I’m back.”
Hearing my voice Menoka turned around to face me and trembling she said, “I’m so sorry about what happened. You have to believe me Shaikhul.”
“Oh I know you’re sorry. But I no longer care about that. Have you thought about my offer?”
“No please. I can’t do it, it would only make things worse!” Menoka cried.
“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.” I replied heartless.
I could see Menoka was afraid of what I would do. She glared at me for some time as an uncomfortable silence came over the room. But after awhile her current situation was beginning to get to her. It was as if she knew that I was holding all the cards and if I went through with my threat there was nothing she could do.
“Well, it looks like you’ve made up your mind. I guess I’ll be going.” I said while turning to leave.
“Shaikhul, wait. What are you going to do with those recordings?” Menoka asked.
“I’m going to send a copy to all the members on the school-board, the principal, your husband and post it on the net,” I replied in a cold voice.
Hearing my threat Menoka could only muster a weak gasp and the tears began to run down her cheeks.
“Shaikhul,…..please don’t.” Menoka begged as she reached out and grabbed me by the arm.
“Does it mean you’re gonna be my date?” I responded.
“Oh, but….okay I’ll go on a date with you…just promise me you’ll delete those recordings.” Menoka sobbed.
I smiled looking down on her and said, “Remember it’s only 20 dates and then you’ll be free and I will delete the recordings.”
“Okay, when do we start?” Menoka whispered sounding quite nervous.
“Might as well be today. Debjit and Gourab will first be home in the evening and I have no other plans.” I said to her and continued, “Why don’t you take some time in the bathroom to freshen up. Then come find me in the tv-room in the basement. Our first date can be a movie date at home.”
“All right,” Menoka said and walked out of the room.
About half hour passed before Menoka came down to the tv-room. I had made some popcorn and put it in a big bowl and plopped it down on the coffee table. Menoka was still wearing the transparent sleeveless blue nighty and she seemed to me like a Goddess.
I shut the blinds to make it a little less bright in the tv-room and then I walked over to the couch. I patted the couch and said, “Come and sit next to me, Mrs. M.”
Menoka walked over and sat right down next to me. I started the movie. I had chosen “Murder” with Emran Hashmi and Mallika Sherawat, because it was a romantic crime thriller about a woman who cheats her husband with her college boyfriend.
I gazed over at Menoka and she was a vision of beauty and sensuality. She sat on the couch with her black hair cascading midway down her back and framed her exotic face. Her brown eyes were a testament to her Bengali heritage as was her tight Indian colored skin. I couldn’t wait to get involved with her so I scooted closer to her and reached my right arm behind her. I could tell she became tense and I whispered for her to relax and enjoy the movie. I put the bowl with popcorn in her lap and I rested my right hand on her waist as my left hand scooped up popcorn.
I could sense Menoka just was waiting for me to make my move, so I just sat back and enjoy my popcorn and the movie. After awhile I took the bowl and placed it on the coffee table and got back into the same position as before, close to this hot milf keeping my hand on her waist. Menoka was beginning to relax and was leaning into me a bit. I began to whisper comments about the movie into her ear and she giggled nervously. After some time I began to lightly kiss my best friend’s mother between her temple and ear. I could tell that Menoka became tenser, but she didn’t stop me. Slowly I kissed her temple, ear, and cheek for some time before I reached up with my left hand and caressed her chin. I turned Menoka’s exotic face towards me and said, “Remember to tell me, if I’m being too rough,” and then I planted a soft kiss on her lips. I kept on kissing her lips while she remained still. She didn’t seem enthusiastic, but she kept her promise and didn’t back away.
Menoka closed her eyes and pursed her soft moist lips tightly as I pressed my lips harder against hers. Getting into the role as a rough date, I pulled her tight against me feeling her full round breasts mash against my chest. I pressed my lips against her harder and pushed hard with my tongue trying to part her lips and slip my tongue into her mouth. It was quite clumsy and I knew Menoka had to respond to it.
She pushed away from me and I looked at her with a disappointed look. She just stared back at me clearly not knowing what to say.
“Was I to rough, Mrs. M?”
“Yeah, it was kind of rough.” Menoka said softly as her beautiful brown eyes met my blue ones.
“Please give me some pointers so I can become a better kisser.”
“Well you’re the first guy except Debjit I have kissed in more than twenty years. But I think you have to relax and be more gentle when you kiss. At first it felt really good but then you became way to aggressive,” She said as I sat more up.
Hearing I had become a member of an exclusive club of men, that had kissed this gorgeous housewife made my cock throb and I said, “Okay, I’ll try to be more gentle.”
Once again I pulled Menoka closer to me and started to kiss her slow and gentle. Between the kisses I whispered, “Better…”
“Mmmm…yes,” Menoka moaned against my mouth.
I once again began to caress her face with my hand and pulled her body even closer to me as I kept on planting soft kissed on her moist lips. After some time I let my fingers move to her lips and with my thumb I gently pulled down her lower lip so my tongue could gain access to her mouth. This time Menoka didn’t object and as she parted her lips I let my tongue slide into her mouth. I almost couldn’t believe I – for the first time ever – had my tongue inside the mouth of my best friend’s married mother. Finally, after all this time, I possessed the woman of my dreams. Before long our tongues were wrestling and our kissing struck deep in a sensual and potent explosion.
As we kept on kissing I could feel I was not the only one affected by it as Menoka’s hands flew up and clenched into my wide strong shoulders. For some time one kiss led straight into the next and her fingers dug into my shoulders. We were now exchanging feverish kisses while the passion exploded through us both and I could feel Menoka was shaking against my large powerful body
“Wow, you’re gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous and a really good kisser,” I said thickly as I looked into her eyes.
With a gruff sound in my throat my mouth swooped down on hers again with a dominant force. Gone was the gentle kisser but it seemed as if Menoka didn’t care any longer as I felt her shiver of delight as she moaned into my mouth. After several minutes Menoka was really getting into this as she was kissing me back.
I decided to take the next step, so as I kissed her, my left hand slid up her body and cupped one of her full breasts and squeezed tightly. Menoka gasped at my actions but didn’t move away. True to my character I began to roughly fondled one of her breasts this caused her to gasp and pull away.
“Sorry, Mrs. M. I got carried away.”
“Is that how you are with the girls?” Menoka asked me while taking some deep breaths.
“Yeah I guess. I thought the kissing went well and I just tried to caress you,” I replied.
“Well you’re right. You were a much better kisser this time, but you almost hurt me with your hand.”
“Please, show me what to do,” I said in a begging tone.
“I don’t know if it’s appropriate for you to feel my breasts.”
“Come on, Mrs. M. You have to teach me, so I’ll become a good date.”
“I don’t think I can show you how to caress a girl.”
“Please Mrs. M. Use my body as an example. Show me what I should do.”
“I guess, that could work,” Menoka said as she moved up close to me while continuing, “You should be more like this.”
Menoka moved her well manicured little hand up to my chest and began to stroke it gently. She continued giving it gentle squeezes and looked me into my eyes. “Do you see what I’m talking about,” Menoka almost whispered.
I nodded as I gazed down at her, and then I kissed her again slow and deep. Once again Menoka’s arms were wrapped tightly around me and our tongues began to wrestle again. She started to moaned, parting her full moist lips even more, and buried her fingers in my hair, tugging me closer as our tongues danced together. I definitely got the feeling, that this married housewife was beginning to settle fine into this date. Our kisses became even more passionate, as I gently reached up this time and ran my left hand over Menoka’s breast. She did not do anything to stop me and this time she let out a soft moan into my mouth. I continued to gently stroke it and then I gave it a little squeeze, it felt really soft and pliant. But before long I could feel, that with every gentle squeeze it got firmer and her nipple harden.
This continued for a long time and I didn’t try any more advances as I had my best friend’s mother right where I wanted her. But I had to admit I had developed a hard-on and I was hungry for more of this hot mature woman. As if Menoka could hear my thoughts she suddenly jerked free of my embrace.
“I’ve got to go,” she told me shakily as she scrambled off the couch with a haste she couldn’t hide.
Startled by her abrupt flight from my arms I said, “What’s up?”
“This should never, ever have happened. I’m embarrassed!” Menoka gasped.
“Why should you be embarrassed? It was not as if you had a choice. But I have to admit that what we just shared was an amazingly good make-out session,” I commented pushing my powerful shoulders back against the couch’s backrest.
My words made Menoka blush and her hands knotted into fists. She was clearly upset about the kisses and as an attempt to get some control of the situation she said, “Why don’t we just go our separate ways and do our homework?”
“All right, but this was not the end of our first date. I’ll accept you idea, but for the rest of the day, we have to get together a couple of times for me to practice my kissing,” I replied.
Menoka’s head flew up, her brown eyes full of dismay, as she tried to understand my statement, “No, I can’t… Are you saying that—?”
“What just transpired between us, was really good, but I had expected more for a first date, so you have to make up for it during the rest of the day,” I said.
Menoka had dug her hands into her pockets, “Right. Okay,” she said awkwardly. It seemed as if all she wanted was to get out of the room and away from me.
“Then it’s a deal,” I grinned at her and admired Menoka’s tight ass as she hurried out of the room.