A Midnight Booty Call

“She’s glad I’m bringing home an Indian boy this time,  which is more than just a booty call,” said my girlfriend about her mom. My girlfriend is the only child born in Canada to Indian parents. I was 24 and just landed my first job. I’m fair and 6’1″ with a lean built.

It wasn’t hard to woo my girlfriend, but I had no idea how to deal with her mom. It was too early for engagement as my girlfriend (now wife) was only 19 at that time. So I dressed up in my best suit and got some flowers for the lady.

I knew her mother was young, but I didn’t know she was barely 37. She looked as if she hadn’t aged a day after 30. Her beauty radiated like a gemstone. Her smile went up to the gums, just like her bubbly teenage daughter’s. It felt like I was looking at a heavily ‘photoshopped’ version of my girlfriend.

My mother-in-law introduced herself as Nitya and gave me a perfectly manicured hand to shake. I felt a current pass through my body when our hands touched. It was like magic. There was a certain charisma in her that I couldn’t fathom. She was naturally seductive, without knowing it.

I placed her height around 5’6″, but she’d gone for overkill with her 4-inch heels. Her erect posture put her bust forward, with two perky boobs (to flood my mind with dark thoughts). It was hard to drink her beauty all at once. I was trying my best to see everything and digest it so that my heart would be at ease.

I summarized her yummy figure at 36-26-38. With an oval face and super sexy haircut, she went from a MILF to babe category in less than two seconds. Her thick silky locks were set into an immaculate step cut, curling loosely at her shoulders where her blouse had a deep back.

She had sultry curtain bangs on both sides that she smoothed with her slender fingers. Her ears were decorated with big traditional earrings that hung till her chiseled jaw. The slightly upturned nose was so cute, I felt like kissing it.

The rose bud-like lips with perfectly defined edges made her the stuff of carnal dreams. Her black eyes shone as she spoke. She had been a classical dancer in her younger days. The eyeliner flick made her eyes darn beautiful, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her face.

Her long dark lashes batted as she spoke, making it hard for me to focus on the conversation. I looked for signs of makeup on her golden-white arms and found none. She was like a barbie doll, without a spot or a wrinkle on her silky skin. There was a snake armband tattoo high up around her right arm.

Her blouse sleeves were extra short so as not to cover the artwork. My gaze went from the slender arms to the flat stomach, fully exposed, with the saree tied below her navel. She caught my eye and blushed.

Smiling shyly, she bent her head and tucked her hair behind her ear, showing off another delicate tattoo on her ring finger. I had a major crush on her, along with a solid erection (that I was struggling to hide).

Before the evening ended, Nitya caught my arm and spoke to me privately.

Nitya: We should meet outside, just you and me.

Mahesh: Sure, ma’am, how about this Friday? At the esplanade.

Nitya: You can call me Nitya, see you at 5 pm on Friday.

She said goodbye with a formal hug. I squeezed her closer at the last second, holding her waist, and touched her silky hair with my cheek. She was careful not to press her side boob on my chest and touched her shoulder instead. I would’ve dropped a leg and proposed if only she wasn’t married.

I had to shag to relieve myself twice that night and every day till Friday, imagining the perfect roleplay with her. That Friday evening, after work, I met her outside a posh salon on the lower esplanade. She was looking gorgeous in a faded blue jumpsuit.

The dress was loose everywhere except the midriff. It hugged her curves with a laced back and the seat of pants, where it outlined the shape of her round ass. A deep v-neck reached the middle of her chest and showed off the valley between her boobs.

I was trying to decide if she had an invisible bra or no bra when she greeted me – the same kajal in her eyes and girly peach-colored lip gloss. I was definitely falling in love with her. I noticed something new as she stepped out. Her hair was cut shorter on the nape. The back steps were curled to reveal a sexy nape.

There was a single magenta streak running from front to back, making her irresistible to touch. She looked taller and slimmer with the exposed neck. The stray hair around the nape had been neatly shaved with a straight razor, making her look like a cover page model.

We hugged freely this time. I felt her tight ass with one hand while holding her waist with the other. She had one hand behind my back and the other on my neck as she pressed her lips on my clean, shaved cheek. I had used extra cologne just for that very occasion.

I could tell that she loved the sweet minty smell. I had planned well. I pulled her into my chest as soon as she came forward so that her boobs we pressed firmly to my chest.

We parted. She stood back stylishly and touched her back hair with her fingers to feel the curls. Unable to hold back my true emotions, I gave her an unabashed compliment.

Mahesh: Nice haircut, you look lovely.

Nitya: Ya, had to get a trim for this

She turned to reveal a cute bumble bee tattoo behind her left ear. As I looked, she encouraged me.

Nitya: Go on, you can touch

I was more interested in her short silky hair and put my hand on her nape, ruffling and tugging on her curls.

Nitya: I meant the tat.

And she trailed off, enjoying the playful nape massage. We made eye contact, and I felt a strong urge to kiss her lips. But the moment passed, and I pulled my hand back.

We went to a pub on the waterfront and sat down. She wanted to know more about me as I was born and brought up in India. She didn’t mind having a beer with me and ordered a fresh ale. The bright evening turned to crimson sunset.

She was so pretty that I lost track of time spent in her company. We felt an instant connection, like soul mates. By the time we finished supper, it was night. I walked her back to her Merc, parked two blocks away.

Mahesh: It’s a beautiful night. Thank you.

Nitya: You are very charming, thanks for the lovely date.

She said it. It was a meeting that had turned into a date. We hugged, without any show this time. She rubbed my shoulder as if she understood my pain. I adored her, but I couldn’t tell her about my real feelings.

I pressed her silky curls and pulled the magenta streak between my fingertips as I kissed her cheek for the first time. She moved her hip into my crotch and certainly felt my full monty for a brief second. I was the forbidden fruit for her. She wasn’t fair game for me, until or unless – she made the first move.

We went our separate ways and reached home. I went to bed, twisting and turning. Trying to fap, but my heart wanted more. To feel her in my arms and to have passionate sex with my first ‘true love’ in ages. I decided to risk everything for her and picked up my phone for a ‘booty call.’

The risk was huge. If I failed to ‘bed her,’ she would never talk to me, and my girlfriend would surely break up. But I was infatuated. I had to take the plunge. I typed “what’s up” and paused. The time was just past midnight. What if she didn’t read the text message till morning.

I’d be screwed with on the way to recall the sent message. It was now or never! I had to know her response immediately. I deleted the typed message and decided to call her directly. As I scrolled the dialing list, my phone rang.

It was showing an “unknown number.” My heart said it must be my lady love. Of course, she was older and smarter than me. If I missed her phone call, she would get off clean, without any trace of her number – in my late-night missed calls. I answered after 2 rings but didn’t say anything.

Nitya: Hey!

Mahesh: Nitya?

Nitya: Yes.

Mahesh: I’ll come.

Nitya: Ok!

It was a 10-minute drive to their house. I checked the driveway. My girlfriend’s CRV was outside. Nitya usually parked in the garage. I didn’t know which car her husband drove. It could be any of the cars on the street or inside, in the other garage. I gave a missed call to Nitya.

She opened the garage from inside. I bent under the half-open shutter, and she flipped the switch to close it again. She was within reach. In a tank top and denim shorts. Looking like a 20 something babe with her toned milky legs.

The next second we were kissing desperately. I was tracing her pearly teeth with my tongue. She held on to my face, and I finger-combed her silky curtain bangs. She whispered.

Nitya: Come with me.

Mahesh: Where’s your husband?

Nitya: Sleeping, he’s on meds, won’t wake up

I knew my girlfriend was a sound sleeper too. After 10 hours of college, she wouldn’t wake up if a train passed.

We went to the guest bedroom on the same floor. There were the kitchen, study, and dining rooms separating us from the master bedroom. Nitya read my thoughts and tried to calm me.

Nitya: My hubby won’t come here. If he wakes up, he’ll think I went to sleep upstairs.

Mahesh: Baby, I love you.

Nitya: I love you too. I haven’t felt like this in 10 years.

Mahesh: Me too.

While talking, we had already stripped. The ac was going at full blast, deadening the sounds inside the house. We were in a plush bed. Nitya was patting her cunt with her fingers. I licked around her right arm, along with the snake tattoo. Then going to her cleavage.

After sucking both her tits, I went to her navel. Then buried my face in her neck, giving a love bite on the bumblebee tattoo. She had started playing with my six-inch-long cock and already lubricated with her mouth.

I massaged her silky head as she started deepthroating my dick. After a few seconds, I realized I hadn’t brought condoms.

Mahesh: Do you have condoms?

Nitya: No, but it’s ok

I thought it must be safe. She would’ve hit menopause at her age (a calculation that turned out grossly inaccurate).

Nitya spread her legs and lifted them up for me. I supported her milky thighs and slapped her freshly shaved landing strip with my cock. She held her forefinger and middle finger in a V shape to show me the target – her sweet hole.

She looked down with her mouth open, taking deep breaths as I pushed my cock, sliding on her clit, into her pussy. She moaned quietly, “Oh, Mahesh,” and clutched my hair with her other hand. When she looked up again, her eyes were glazed with pure passion.

I lifted one leg over my shoulder and held the other leg sideways for deeper penetration. She kept patting her hood while I started grinding. As I increased pace, she matched my strokes and pulled me closer for a smooch. Both of us were in liplock when I erupted first.

I had managed to put my cream in her pussy even though I pulled out to cum on her face. I was in a state of nirvana, and Nitya was checking herself in the full-length mirror.

Nitya: Baby, you gave me 2 hickeys.

Mahesh: Really?

Nitya: One on my tummy and the other on my neck

She disappeared and came back with a bag.

Nitya: Come on, let’s go to your apartment. I’ll have to spend the weekend with you.

Mahesh: What about your hubby?

Nitya: I’ll tell him, I’m out camping

We went back and made love again. I banged her pussy every day until our thirst was satisfied. Towards the end of summer, Nitya broke the news to me, “I always wanted a second child, but my hubby couldn’t give me one.” I saw the twinkle in her eyes and understood the rest.

Mahesh: Thank you, baby.

Nitya: Baby, make love to me

I held her pretty face and kissed her deeply for making me a father.