I rang the doorbell and waited for an answer. Aanya, my ex-girlfriend’s mom, surprised me somewhat by answering the door while clad in a bikini top, and a towel that concealed everything below it.
“Hi, I’m here to pick up a few things,” I said, giving her a sheepish smile.
Truthfully, I had always found her mom to be somewhat hot.
“Mahika isn’t here right now, but you’re welcome to come in,” she said, stepping aside.
“Thank you, Mrs. Singh,” I said, smiling as I stepped past her.
“Miss Singh,” she emphasized. “Hey, what’s this?? You walk past me but don’t give me a hug?”
“Sorry, ma’am,” I answered, smelling the scent of her sweet perfume, her chest pressing against mine.
The hug got held for longer than was standard and I eventually pulled away.
“Mahika was dumb to dump you,” she whispered, her soft fingers swirling on my chest. “She doesn’t know a good man when she sees one.”
“Well, th-th-thank you, Ms. Singh,” I said, my heart now beating like a drum, my mind swirling with taboo thoughts, questioning if I had lost my sanity.
“Here, let’s go outside and enjoy the nice dick — err- day.” Her fingers intertwined with mine as we walked through the house.
Speaking of dick, mine had awakened, especially aware of the fact she had dropped her towel, presenting her bikini-clad body to me. I stole glances at her ass and the bikini bottoms that clung tightly to her buttocks. Her hips swayed side to side as she walked, her legs carrying her gracefully across the yard.
I followed behind her, my cock starting to harden as I watched her ass bounce up and down with every step. We reached the pool, and I sat down on one of the deck chairs next to the pool, my erection more noticeable.
“See anything you like?” she asked, giving me a sultry grin.
“Uh…,” I mumbled, looking away.
Taking a seat next to me, her hand started rubbing my chest, then my abs.
“Oooooh, so hard,” she purred. “So hard.”
Before long, her lips brushed against the nape of my neck.
“Relax,” she whispered, trailing kisses down to my chest. “Take your shirt off. Then your shorts.”
“But, but, but…”
“Shh,” she whispered, reaching up and putting a finger over my lips.
“I’ve always had a crush on you. Did you know it?” I asked, my hands working on slipping out of my shirt and shorts.
“And those,” she stated, looking at my boxers, along with the tented erection within.
“Right away.”
Like a lioness on the hunt, she came closer, her soft tanned hands running down my pasty thighs.
“I am so fucking horny, dude,” I confessed in my teenage eloquence, my cock hard and throbbing.
“I can see that, bro.”
“Ms. Singh, what if — Do you think it’s right that — Should we — “
However, all my questions evaporated when she first licked my dick, then started to blow me.
