My Best Friend’s Mom Wants To Fuck Me

Shortly after we spoke almost every day for countless hours. I was intimated by the love which was growing. She broke the news about her mother’s friend who had passed after her illness went too far. I reached the house and was there to mourn the death with Anjali.

She was truly devastated they were both friends since childhood. As our exams had finished Shivani and Arjun had left to visit their grandma on the outskirts of London. Anjali spent the night crying and soon after we ate dinner. Then she revealed her knowledge of my relationship with her daughter.

What the fuck! How did she know for so long and why has she not said anything up until today? Trying to retrace my steps figuring out where I had slipped. I couldn’t make sense of it.

“You are aware since Shivani has finished her exams I have had access to her laptop for work. Hasan, I’ve seen all the conversations, quite frankly I’m surprised. We are family and you were the last I expected it from.”

It was difficult to trace her body language due to the sheer crying in the past 24 hours. She then rose from her chair and walked towards the door.

“I’ve also seen your exchanged pictures,” again I froze as I struggled for words.

Anjali came closer and grabbed my penis.

“So I wonder if it tastes as good as Shivani says. I’ll soon be the judge of that”

With that statement, she left.

Shiv displayed many similarities to her mother. It was evident the way she spoke and after dropping the bombshell making her way for the exit. Many thoughts ran through my head. Firstly how Shiv could have made a rookie mistake and what exactly she thought of our relationship.

I mean at first, I felt ashamed. Then the grabbing of my penis I knew Anjali had a dark side. My penis was telling me to explore my heart and my mind was indeed keen on letting the situation go. As the hours passed my sexual arousal hit it’s low. I was determined to put the whole situation behind me – Shiv and Anjali.

From then I stopped texting Shiv and kept my distance from Anjali. Many days had passed. I strolled the supermarket to purchase some groceries. Anyway, once I made the payment I walked home. To my surprise, Anjali parked right in front of me in her sports car. Rolled down her window.

“Hi, Hasan how are you, where you off to?”

This was the first time Anjali did not greet me with ‘salaam’. I knew that the formalities were now out of the window.

“I’m fine, thank you. I just went to pick up some bits and bobs. I’ll be heading back home tomorrow to meet the family. How’s Shivani?”

“She’s fine. Anyway, get in I’ll give you a lift, it looks like it will soon rain.”

Unwilling to decline the offer, without hesitation, I entered. It gave me a perfect opportunity to clear the air. As always, Anjali looked ravishing. She was dressed formally. It was clear she had just finished work. It was approaching six-thirty. Her lack of sleep after her friend’s loss was taking its toll.

After the small talk came to an end I tried to explain myself. “Look Anjali aunty, I have immense respect for you. I see you in light of my mother. What had gone on between me and Shiv has come to an end. I didn’t think it would come so far and I take 100% of the responsibility.”

She suddenly started to grin. “I did say I didn’t expect it from you. But I guess you’re a young handsome guy. Shivani must have instigated it. I’ve read all the messages about how she seduced you”

She then once again reached for my penis and grabbed it. “I’m not interested in my daughter. I was more surprised at the size of your penis.” By then we had approached my apartment. However, the car didn’t stop as she cruised past and the engine stopped at their drive.

“Hasan, come in, I have something to show you.”

We entered the hall and she dropped her bag and suddenly started to kiss me intensely”

I was sexually aroused, despite feeling so right I knew it was wrong. I refrained, “Sorry aunty, I can’t do this.”

She wasn’t interested and kissed me again, “Surely you won’t deny me for the second time.” She mirrored the statement Shiv made a month ago. I couldn’t take it and explored her mouth with my tongue. She removed her blazer and removed her black bra.

Her dark nipples were larger than Shiv’s and her c cup size had me lost in her breasts. I sucked her nipples as they grew harder in my mouth. It almost felt like a dream come true. I often fantasized about Anjali. She was far more attractive than Shiv as her body had much more bold features.

Her ass was bigger and her breasts were also huge. Anjali’s feet turned me on as they were often painted in red. Due to the extravagant lifestyle, she ensured she had a regular pedicure. Her eyes bold and were darker than Shiv’s, small nose and perfectly kept nails.

Her skin was far fairer. I could now truly appreciate her beauty. She wore white heels as if they were fresh out of the box today. Her gym membership was evident as her stomach was flat. We were still standing in the hallway as I stripped Anjali naked.

“Beta maine toh yakeen nahi kiya. Aap ka lund itna bada hai. Picture mein maza bilkul nahi aya.” (Son, I didn’t believe your dick was this big. The picture did no justice.)

“Aunty, main aap ko bhi aisa nahi samajha.” (I completely misunderstood you.)

“Aunty, please suck my dick, my patience is running out.”

Instantly, Anjali reached for my penis and without hesitation took the full 6″ deep down her throat. Her experience was on full show. Anjali played with my penis for over thirty minutes. She took my balls into her mouth. After she stood and the marble had had its toll on her knees.

She then made her way up the stairs and instructed me to follow. I spanked her ass repeatedly. I followed her as my confidence grew. Her room was the biggest in the house.

“You know since I’ve been divorced my sex life has been one hell of an adventure. You’d be surprised as to what I get up to. I expect you to satisfy me to the fullest and follow my command. I’m sure Shivani wants to be your sex slave but I want you to be mine.”

I was quite taken back by the statement and felt my manhood took a hit. Nevertheless, I was quite openminded and welcomed anything new. Before we entered the room aunty grabbed me from the throat in an elegant manner and whispered in my ear.

“That room everything I say goes, outside you get your manhood inside it’s mine. Refrain and there will be consequences.”

“Aunty, whatever you say goes.”

As Anjali let go of her grip and dropped her guard I grabbed her throat until she struggled to breathe. I forced my weight onto her until she was firmly on the wall and slowly whispered, “We still haven’t entered, be careful, who you’re fucking with. You may be out of your depth.”

She smiled and suddenly became even more comfortable. “Oh why very kinky, very kinky indeed.”

Upon entering she slammed the door shut. The room layout mirrored that of the hotel only the color coordination was different. A complete black with hints of white filled the room. The bedsheets were the only anomaly of the room as they were red. Anyway, I lay on the bed curious at what Anjali had in store.

She once again removed her underwear. Within seconds, sat on my face as she stroked my penis. She had some pussy hair growing. I could sense she hadn’t shaved in weeks which meant only one thing. She had not fucked anyone in weeks. Her next statement confirmed my assumption.

“You know you are not my usual type. I like my dark-skinned men. They have the biggest tools. My sexual desires have not been fulfilled as of late. With the recent tragedy I’ve simply been busy. That is about to change, son. I won’t lie. Our proximity has had me thinking about you sexually on numerous occasions.”

She continued to suck my penis as she spoke.

“So aunty, it is ok I can still call you that? What turns you on the most?”

“You know I’m not like your typical aunty. I love big black cocks. I’ve been gang banged on numerous occasions. What do you think my job alone pays for the high-end sports cars I drive? I’ve worked in Mayfair and Dubai as a high-end escort satisfying the needs of wealthy men.”

My jaws dropped and I momentarily moved back taken away from the statement. She sat on the bed and looked deep into my eyes.

“You’ll soon know everything, baby, just not so soon. I want you to take this night to satisfy my every need”

With that, she continued to suck my penis. She covered it with her saliva non- stop. My penis was drowning and she then made her way towards my face. She filled my face with her saliva and demanded I return the favor. We continued to fill our faces with saliva and exchanged a passionate kiss.

She then sat on my penis as she worked on it. It was evident the level of experience she possessed. She worked my penis for approximately twenty minutes. I stood strong resisting the urge to climax. Before long she stood and picked up a bottle of lube and rubbed it on her butt.

I most certainly knew where this was going. She wanted me to ass fuck her. Before I gave into that, I lifted her and reached for her feet. I put her whole foot into my mouth and rubbed her right foot onto my penis. This felt absolutely amazing, my nerves rose and adrenaline pumped my body.

Her feet were amazing at a size five. They were a perfect size. I’m sure she was aware of my foot fetish as this didn’t surprise her one bit. “Baby, I always notice you looking at my feet, suck them, Hasan, worship my toes.”

Before long her ass was ready to be penetrated. I used my fingers before I could ease in the penis. Slowly I entered two fingers and Anjali let out a moan. I added lube to my penis and slowly eased it in. Anjali let out a scream. Her hole was too tight. So I spat in it and gave it another attempt.

After some minutes, I was finally in I slowly penetrated her. “Beta fuck me in the ass harder. Come on show me what you’re made of.”

With that I increased my penetration speed and slowly her hole opened wider. I pulled my penis out and sucked her hole deep and resumed fucking her.

“Let me fuck you now, son.”

At that moment I was completely taken back and felt a moment of uncomfortableness. I instantly refused and instead made Anjali eat my ass. This was my first receiving rimming. My god it was one of the best experiences I have ever indulged in.

I sat on her face and made her lick me out good. I treated her like a right whore. She felt degraded but nevertheless, she enjoyed every second. I felt the tables turning and she could also sense it. I lifted her and again grabbed her by the throat as she became uncomfortable. This didn’t faze me by the slightest.

“You had your chance now it’s my turn. Let me treat you like the whore that you are. After all you are a whore, aren’t you?”

I momentarily forgot about all the respect I had for Anjali. The story about her gangbang didn’t help the situation. After I sat on her face I was fuelled with a certain level of confidence. As I treated her daughter, I made her lay on the edge of the bed. I face fucked her as she gasped for breath.

I did this for over thirty minutes and the floor had a puddle of her saliva as she continued to spit. I repeatedly spat on her face. I removed my penis and reached for my phone. I took pictures of my beloved aunty as she was dressed in saliva. I also took a close up picture of her ass and vagina.

She soon crawled over to me on all fours. “Please cum on the floor so I can lick it clean.” I did exactly that and the whore that she was she licked the floor clean.

“My god, Hasan, you truly continue to surprise me. Never mind, I love a man who can show me my true worth, show me my true colors.”

“I’m sorry aunty I truly didn’t know what came over me,” I said this whilst grinning. And that was my cue to leave.