My Best Friend Fucked My Mom at the Airport – Part 1

This is a continuation of my previous story, ‘My Friend Recorded Him Fucking My Mom.’ It has all the introductions and prologue. If you have gone through that story, now follow me.

Mom came inside and sat on the sofa, looking exhausted. Dad asked her if everything was alright. “Yes, everything’s fine,” she replied. I asked, “Kumar left his party early, sad and tired. I thought he was going to the house to sleep. But how come he drops you later after 3 hours, Amma?”

My mom said, “Oh! I didn’t know he was sad and tired, honey. Why would he be? After all, it was his send-off party.” Me and my dad looked at each other confused. “He just said that he was feeling overwhelmed with the attention and wanted to take a break, I guess,” she added.

My dad said, “Our little Kumar is leaving for the US tomorrow, and God knows when he’ll be back. The poor little boy might have a lot going on in his mind.” Me, “Is that why he came to your office and talked through this stuff with you, Amma?” She smiled, “Yes, I suppose so.”

Dad, “What else did you guys do? You know it’s been 3 hours, honey?” My mom blushed a little, “Oh, nothing much, we just talked about a lot of things. Besides, I was in the middle of my work, too. You know how it is, love.”

“Yeah, yeah. Kumar shares a lot with you. He is like a son to you, you know that.” Dad smiled.

“Well, it’s hard for me too. Thinking he’ll be gone for so long. I want to make sure he’s okay and has everything he needs,” my mom said with a soft smile. My dad nodded in agreement and went back to his laptop.

Me, “I’m going to miss him too. He is my only best friend. Let us go to the airport to send him off, Amma. What do you think?”

Mom smiled and stroked my hair. “That’s a nice thought, but I don’t want you to make him uncomfortable. He’s probably going to be nervous enough as it is. Let’s wish him a safe journey and a good life ahead.”

“Please, Amma, please?” I pleaded.

My mom sighed and finally agreed. “Alright, if that’s what you really want. But let’s not tell him now. Let it be a surprise. Okay?” she said with a smile. I jumped up and hugged her, thanking her profusely.

“I will go take a shower and get ready for bed now. We’ll leave in the afternoon so we have enough time to make it to the airport before his flight,” my mom said as she went upstairs. I couldn’t help but feel excited and a little bit sad at the same time. My best friend Kumar was about to leave me for a long time.

The next day, around noon, my parents and I set off for the airport. It was a bittersweet journey. My mom and I were trying to distract ourselves with conversation while my dad kept glancing at the clock on the dashboard. Finally, we arrived at the airport and found Kumar with his parents outside the lobby.

Kumar was surprised but also relieved when he saw us. He hugged me tightly and then my mom before taking my hand in his. “You didn’t have to come all this way, Lex,” he said, his voice cracking a little.

“Of course we did. We wouldn’t want you to go without saying goodbye properly,” my mom replied, smiling through her tears. Kumar’s parents were happy and greeted us for coming, but they were also a little sad.

I asked, “When is the boarding time, Kumar?” He checked his phone and said, “In about a couple of hours, Lex.” After a few minutes, my mom said, “Excuse me, guys, I have to go to the restroom.” Kumar’s mom said, “Let me accompany you, Pushpa.”

They went to the restroom, but they came back soon, saying that the restroom was under Maintenance. “Well, I guess we’ll just wait here then,” my mom said as she sat on a nearby bench. Kumar noticed that my mom was feeling uncomfortable, so he went to a nearby counter and came back.

“Amma, I know you need to use the restroom. So I bought a visitor ticket so that you could come inside the lobby and use the restroom inside.” My mom said, “But once you enter the lobby and check in, you can’t come outside, Kumar.” He smiled, “I know that, but it’s okay, Amma.”

Then he hugged his parents, me and my dad and said goodbye. My mom and Kumar verified with security and went inside the lobby. Kumar guided my mom to the women’s restroom. “You go inside Amma. Meanwhile, let me check in my luggage. I’ll be right outside.”

My mom thanked him and went into the restroom. Kumar checked in his luggage and while he was waiting outside the restroom, he noticed that there was no one except for my mom inside. Suddenly, he took a board, saying, “Under Maintenance. Kindly Use the Next Restroom. Thank You.”

He placed it near the door and went inside the women’s restroom. By then, my mom was washing her face in the sink. She was surprised to see Kumar inside and said, “Kumar, what are you doing here? You shouldn’t be in here. Leave before somebody catches you.”

But Kumar didn’t move. Instead, he locked the restroom door. “Don’t worry, Amma. No one is going to come inside. I placed a maintenance board outside to make sure nobody bothers.”

“You thieving little rascal. You stole the board,” she said, trying to laugh it off. “Technically, I didn’t steal it. I borrowed it,” he corrected her with a mischievous grin. “Well, you could have asked first. Now, what do we do?” she asked, looking innocent.

“Don’t worry, Amma. We’ll figure something out. Now, come here,” Kumar said, opening his arms. My mom walked into his embrace, feeling both guilty and relieved. “I’m going to miss you so much, Kumar,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I’ll miss you too, Amma,” saying that, Kumar ran his hands over my mom’s bare back, feeling the warmth of her skin. My mom didn’t react to his touch, she didn’t pull away, she didn’t even flinch. She let him feel her skin as if she had known all along that this moment would come.

Kumar was rubbing all over my mom’s back and then started to caress her hips, gently moving his hand up and down. He could feel her breath on his neck, her body soft and warm against his. Time seemed to slow down as they stood there in the quiet, intimate space.

His hands reached further down, and cupping her big round buttocks over her saree, he gently squeezed them. My mom moaned softly, the sound filling the air between them. While he was keeping on pressing her buttocks, my mom looked up at Kumar, their faces barely inches apart.

Her lips were parted, her eyes heavy with desire. “Kumar,” she whispered his name, her voice husky and sensual. Kumar understood and bent down a little, offering his lips to hers. He kissed her softly at first, then with more passion, his tongue darting into her mouth, tasting her.

My mom moaned deeply. Her body melted into his as she returned his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Their kiss seemed to last an eternity as their bodies became one, moving in perfect synchrony.

As the heat between them was increasing, so was Kumar’s pressure on my mom’s buttocks. He was squeezing them harder now, his fingers digging into her flesh. My mom moaned louder, biting his lower lip as she arched into him. Kumar’s erection was becoming painfully hard, pressing against his jeans.

He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked down at her. His eyes traced the curve of her breast, barely contained by her blouse, before travelling back up to meet her gaze. “I want you, Amma,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want to make love to you.”

My mom blushed, her eyes shining with desire and affection. “I want that too, Kumar,” she whispered back, her voice trembling. Kumar made my mom kneel on the floor as he removed his belt. He wrapped it around his fist, creating a makeshift whip.

My mom’s heart raced with anticipation and fear as she watched him. With a soft swipe of the belt, he touched her bare shoulder, making her shiver. Another swipe, this time across her other shoulder, and she moaned softly. He then placed her hand on his jeans, making her feel the hardness beneath.

“Touch me, Amma,” he whispered, his voice husky and urgent. She unbuttoned his pants and slid them down along with his boxers. His erection sprang free, thick and hard, pointing straight at her. “Just as you left him yesterday, Amma,” Kumar breathed, his voice thick with desire.

“Take him in your hand, stroke him gently and show me how much you’ll miss me when I’m gone abroad.” My mom hesitated for a moment, her hand trembling as it hovered above Kumar’s erection. Kumar, with a soft whip of his belt on her back, encouraged her.

“Go on, Amma,” he whispered, his voice rough and urgent. My mom slowly wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling the heat and strength of it in her palm. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she began to stroke him, moving her hand up and down in a smooth, rhythmic motion.

Kumar let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly into her touch. She could feel the veins pulsing beneath her fingers, the skin tight and velvety. With another whip of his belt, he encouraged her to take his dick in her mouth. She leaned forward and took the head of his erection into her mouth.

She closed her lips around him, sucking gently as she moved her tongue along the sensitive ridge. Kumar cried out, his hips jerking forward as she began to bob her head up and down. Her saliva dripped down his shaft, lubricating it as she continued to suck him deeper.

His hands tangled in her hair, urging her on, while his hips began to move in time with her mouth. He grabbed my mom’s bun hair and used it to pull her head back, giving him deeper access to her throat. She gagged a little, but he didn’t let up. His desire overpowering any discomfort she might have felt.

As she continued to pleasure him, Kumar reached down and cupped her breast through her blouse, tweaking her nipple roughly. My mom moaned around his cock, arching into his touch. Her arousal built within her, her body aching for release.

She increased the speed of her sucking, her tongue swirling around the head of his dick as she took more of him into her mouth. Kumar’s thrusts became more urgent, his hips meeting her mouth in perfect synchrony. His grip on her hair tightened.

His other hand fisted the fabric of her blouse, lifting it up and over her breast, exposing her to the cool air. He growled with desire as he felt her warm, soft flesh against his hand. The sensation of her nipple hardening under his touch sent a wave of pleasure coursing through him.

My mom, her lips and throat stretched to accommodate his length, her hand still stroking him expertly, could feel the tension building inside her own body. She could sense that he was close and with a final, deep thrust. He came, groaning her name as he released his seed into the back of her throat.

His hips bucked violently against her face, his grip on her hair and breast tightening even further. She swallowed as he emptied himself, feeling the warmth of his seed flow down her throat. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, and she could feel the pulsing of his erection as it slowly softened in her mouth.

Finally, he pulled her away, breathing heavily, his chest heaving. He made my mom stand up and started to strip her clothes off, roughly yanking her blouse over her head and shoving her bra to the ground. He then grabbed her saree and pulled it roughly.

Making my mom spin around, leaving her just in her petticoat and her panty. He then pulled the sting of her petticoat, making it drop down to her ankles, revealing her black lacy panty. Kumar asked my mom to remove her panties. My mom hesitated for a moment.

Her cheeks flushed as she hooked her finger into the waistband and slid it down her legs. She let it drop to the floor, revealing her bare, smooth pussy. “I should have bought my camera, Amma. It’s a shame not to capture this beauty,” he murmured, admiring her exposed body.

My mom blushed, “Well, you already captured it with your camera yesterday,” Kumar chuckled. He took her hand, leading her over the granite washbasin bed. My mom shivered as he placed her bare ass on the cold granite surface of the washbasin bed.

“It’s too cold, Kumar,” she whispered, feeling the chill seep through her skin. He ignored her protest, instead reaching around to spread her legs wide. His rough hands moved over her inner thighs, stroking her smooth, soft skin before parting her folds to reveal her wet, swollen pussy.

He leaned below, his breath hot against her wet pussy lips, and licked her, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure. “Oh! Kumar!” she gasped, leaning herself back on the mirror behind her. His tongue darted in and out of her, lapping at her sensitive folds.

His hands held her wide open, giving him unobstructed access to her. Her body arched off the cold surface. Her hips bucking involuntarily against his mouth. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the need for release growing urgent with each stroke of his tongue.

My mom was pressing her boobs with her hands as Kumar’s tongue teased her clit. Then he inserted his tongue inside her, lapping at her sensitive nub. She cried out, her hips jerking violently as she came, her pussy contracting around his face.

He grabbed my mom’s ass and pulled her closer, burying his face, his tongue digging deeper inside her as she continued to cum. When the spasms finally began to subside, Kumar pulled away, his breath hot against her skin. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and satisfied.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, licking his lips. My mom was still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looked down at his erect dick. It was still standing tall and hard. “You’re not done with me yet, are you?” she asked, her voice a mix of desire and exhaustion.

He came closer to her with my mom’s orgasm dripping from his lips. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he said, liplocking her and thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth.

The final part of the session will continue where things will be intensified.