A Milf of My Dreams

Hi, Rounak here, age 27. I live in North Bengal, am 5’7″, have a strong build, and a 6″ tool. This is the story of a 39-year-old milf who seduced me and how I rocked her world. Though all the conversation was in Bengali, I would portray it in English.

As a college student, it was hard to manage my finances, so I used to give tuition to kids in school. This is where I met a divorced milf. She had a son in 6th grade. I used to teach in batches. But she insisted that I could teach her son personally at her premises.

She was okay with the higher fees. I was okay with the idea, as it was paying more. It was Sunday morning, and I went to her house at around 10 a.m. It was a 4 BHK apartment, well-maintained and cosy, with lightly painted walls and a nice ambience.

She appeared to be fair, short, 5 ft exactly, busty and had an appropriate ass to compliment her beauty. She had an angel-like face; she was beautiful and cute. I entered her apartment, and she introduced herself as Anjali. I sat on the couch. She asked if I would like some water. I nodded and replied, “Yes, sure.”

She was wearing a flower-printed cotton robe with a bit of exposed cleavage. I noticed it but was not interested sexually at this point. She sat near me on the short arm of the couch. She sat with her legs crossed. I got a good view of the fair left leg with a mole on the inner thigh.

She gave me a glass full of water, and I took a few sips. She initiated the conversation by saying how she got my phone number from a student whom I taught last year. I asked whether her son was in the house.

She informed me that he went to his swimming classes this morning. He will be back within 15-20 minutes. Her appearance gave me the idea that she might be fairly rich. I should negotiate the terms accordingly. She told me about her son’s previous records. He is weak in mathematics and science.

In my response, I kept listening and nodding to her. She was not alone in the house. There was a maid. I guessed because I could hear the utensils from the kitchen. Then, the same maid came out with two cups of tea. We were both having tea.

She asked me about my qualifications. How many students did I teach? What are their performances like? Which school did I study at? What college?

I got to know that she did her M.A. in political science. She is a single mother of one child. She has lived in this apartment for 10 years now. Her husband left her after the birth of her son (she didn’t tell me anything about the reason). It was 30 minutes past 10, and the doorbell rang.

It was her son, Apoorv. He was one of the best-behaved sixth graders I have ever seen. He went inside, came out all fresh, sat beside her, and she introduced us. Later, we decided that I would teach him from 7-9 p.m. on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.

The fees were up to my standard as she didn’t negotiate much. I was happy with the deal, and I left.

From the next month on, as usual, I was teaching him. I was always on time. He was focused on his daily routines, and everything was in order. Every day I was offered good snacks by his mother. I never declined. When I was done with his tuition, she would come and talk for 5–10 minutes about her son’s progress.

The interesting part has started now. Eventually, that time kept increasing to 20 minutes, 30 minutes, and 40 minutes. As I used to stay home alone, it was not a problem for me to stay until late. But during all those talks with her, it was more about her than about her son.

Now she started wearing shorts and V-neck tops, exposing a lot of cleavage. She wore revealing clothes during the time I was there in her apartment. One fine night, she asked me if I would be interested in having dinner with them. I agreed. She cooked all the food by herself. It was delicious.

On those days, it was raining, and the rain was very unpredictable. As we were having our dinner, it started raining heavily. Though I finished my dinner, she asked me to stay as it was raining outside. I sat on the sectional couch in her living room.

She made her son watch TV in her bedroom, and she came out to provide me with company.

Anjali: How was the food?

Me: Delicious, and it still left a delicious aroma in my palm. She laughed.

Then she came close and sat very close to me. I noticed she was bending down and letting me have a good view of her 34B (I got to know later). I was enjoying the view.

Anjali: Hey, do you drink?

Me: Yes, occasionally. Why?

Anjali: I have an old monk. It’s that kind of night. Do you want to have some?

Me (hesitantly): Ya, sure.

She went inside her bedroom and came back with two glasses and a half-filled bottle of old monk.

Anjali: He might be tired. He is deep asleep with the TV running. (talking about her son)

I smiled and asked her, “Do you drink often?”

Anjali: I do. I smoke at night after Apoorv sleeps and have a peg or two.

Me: I might be crossing the line. But do you do this because you have stress or something else?

Anjali: Since my husband left me, I had nothing left other than my son and this apartment. I built my own business, which luckily picked up pace, and I can say I am successful. One year later, my ex-husband sent me the divorce papers, and I signed them willingly without doubt or hesitation.

She started making a peg, and before offering it to me, she took the peg neatly all by herself. I was a bit uncomfortable with her actions. Then she offered me a glass and took another glass. She started saying how her husband did her wrong, and she has been alone since then. She was getting emotional.

I put my glass down, held her hand, and said, “You have come a long way; don’t feel sad about the past; you have raised a kid all by yourself. You stood out in a society where the norm is to push a single woman back to the hellhole of societal burden, and people try to take advantage.”

Anjali: You believe that?

Me: Yes, you have earned my respect.

She was so close that I could feel her breath on my chest. She closed her eyes, and we kissed. We were both holding one hand each, and she reached and gripped my collar. I was holding her neck. We were kissing. I was kissing her with so much passion.

The rain has stopped, but thunder is still rumbling. It was quarter past 12 on the clock. She removed her hand from my collar to my thighs and reached for my crotch. She was moving her palm around my already thick and hard dick. It was throbbing to come out.

Suddenly, we could hear footsteps approaching. We removed our lips and came back to our senses. Apoorv was here; he woke up due to the sound of thunder rumbling outside. I immediately stood up from the couch and told her that I should leave. She nodded without much expression on her face.

From her place to mine, it was 15 minutes via motorbike. I was home when it started raining again. I was lucky not to get wet in the rain, but my mind was still stuck on what happened tonight.

My phone buzzed with a notification. It was her. She texted, ‘Can we meet tomorrow?’

I texted: When should I come over?

Anjali: I will text you the place and time.

Me: Okay, no problem. Good Night.

The next morning, I was very anxious and desperate to talk to her. I called her up around 11 a.m. She didn’t pick up the call. I was wondering if I should visit her place. Suddenly, my phone buzzed.

She texted, “Meet me at (a local cafe) at 1 p.m.”

I went there. She was already standing there with another woman her age. She introduced me to her. She was Dipti, decently dressed, and as tall as me. She was her friend from college. We entered the cafe and ordered coffee and three slices of cheesecake.

Dipti wanted me to provide tuition for her daughter at Anjali’s place. I asked if Anjali was okay with that. She laughed and said it was totally fine. But I was anxious. Anjali reacted as if nothing had happened last night. I was desperate to have a talk with her about last night.

I asked Anjali: Is Apporva at school?

Anjali: Yes.

Dipti: My daughter, Priya, is also in his class.

I nodded. Anjali told Dipti about me. As she was also looking for a tutor for her daughter, Anjali suggested me.

Suddenly, Anjali held my hand around the elbow and asked Dipti, “How many one-night stands qualify a relationship?”

I went totally blank; I didn’t know how to react to such a statement in front of a stranger.

Dipti: It depends on the partner.

Anjali: You know I am starving for a cock, right? How about him?

Dipti turned her eyes towards me and asked, “Will you be able to take her?”

I, in shock and nervousness, somehow managed to gather myself and reply, “Well, if you ask me, I can take both of you. But if you want feedback from Anjali and then want to join in, I am okay with both.”

Anjali was giving Dipti a naughty smile as I looked towards her. I went near Anjali’s ears and whispered, “What did you tell Dipti about last night?”

Anjali whispered back, “She knows everything.” Our order was brought in by a waiter. We were having a conversation regarding how Dipti is sex-starved, too. Anjali was using her hands below the table and constantly massaging my cock over my jeans. I was having a complete hard cock.

Dipti told me how she hadn’t reached orgasm for 4-5 months. I got to know that even Anjali uses a vibrator after her son goes to sleep to please herself. While all this was happening, Anjali unzipped my pants below the table. She was rubbing and pinching the shaft of my already hard cock.

Anjali came near and whispered, “You want me in bed, right?”

Me: Yes, definitely, not just the bed but anywhere possible.

Anjali was hot. She maintained her figure by going to the gym and doing yoga. She had a well-tonned figure and stamina (got to know later). As I used to be an athlete, I jogged every morning. But all I have is stamina and lung capacity. She was getting hornier by the minute.

Then, it was already 3 p.m., and the kids were supposed to get back from school, so they had to leave. We paid the bills. Dipti left on her scooter, and I dropped Anjali off at her house. Nothing more happened other than midway Anjali nibbling my earlobes.

That night, she texted me a few nudes of hers. I masturbated and went to sleep.

The next Saturday, I went to teach Apoorv. He told me they have a school picnic on Sunday afternoon, and they will come by night. Anjali came in with a few snacks and told me the same. Nothing happened further, and I came back.

That night, Anjali texted me, ‘Tomorrow, bring Old Monk and condoms (as per your capacity).’

I was on cloud 9.

I replied, ‘What about the school picnic?’

Anjali: Dipti will be the acting guardian of Apoorv and Priya, and we are going to enjoy some time.

I was overjoyed. The next day, I went to her apartment. She had lied to the maid not to come, as she would be out with her son on a school picnic. I rang the doorbell. She opened the door. She was in a saree. White and red, transparent blouse, and no bra inside. I went inside and pulled her towards me.

She said, “We have all day. Let’s take it slow.”

Let me tell you about her figure, which I got to know later. She was 34-30-32, and her bust size was B. I didn’t bother to listen to her. I planted my lips on her, and she reciprocated. My one hand went to her back, inside the blouse. With the other, I was squeezing her ass.

Both hands of hers were on my chest. I pressed her against the closed door and kept on smooching. Our tongues were exploring each other’s mouths, and saliva was exchanged. Then she stopped me to breathe herself.

She gathered a bit of breath and said, “Hold yourself, hero. You need to conserve your energy for the action. Remember, I haven’t had sex for very long. If I get horny, you are going to ask me to leave you alone.”

I gave her a naughty smile and asked, “What is on your mind?”

Anjali reached for the old monk from my bag. She opened the bottle, took a few sips, and said, “I want to lick the rum from your body. I want to lick you. I will make sure I leave marks on your back. I want to blow your cock with the old monk.”

All these words were making me hard. She reached for my cock and said, “I will blow you twice before taking you in so that I can ride for a long time.” I lifted her in my arms and took her to her bedroom. I made her lie on the bed. I closed the door from inside.

Then I started to remove my shirt and walked towards her. I took the pack of 10 condoms out and placed it on the bed. She was making cat noises. As I reached her, she pulled me onto herself. Now we were kissing, but slowly. My hands reached her navel, and I was removing her saree from the waist.

She resisted. I broke the kiss and whispered, “Why?” She said first she blows me, then I pleasure her. I lay on my back. She was wearing a transparent red blouse from where her erect nipples were visible. She sat on my belly, started kissing my neck, and pulled my hair to control my movements.

Her boobs were touching my chest, yet they were covered. My hands were pinching her waist, and I was slapping her ass over the saree. She was moaning a bit. She started sucking on my nipples. I couldn’t control myself and wanted her to stop.

She didn’t like me resisting, so she bit me on my chest and said, “You love your body in your own time. Now that I have full control, you let it go, or this is over.”

I was having the time of my life. My mind was thinking—a dominating MILF sitting on me. I might get her friend, too, and who knows what more? She started to feel my abs and lick them. She took a sip of the old monk and started to lick my navel and abs with that old monk from her mouth.

She reached further south to take off my pants. I was hard as fuck. She grabbed the cock and put her cute little face near my cock. She started to hit her face with my cock. I was experiencing something like this for the first time. She took off her saree completely.

Now she had a black petticoat and a transparent red blouse. She sat on my cock with the petticoat and started to rub the middle of her ass checks on my cock. She was humping me. She was moaning with every to-and-fro movement. I was out of control.

She started saying, “Do you like it, baby? I will make you cum more than ever.”

I adjusted to her rhythm and grabbed her waist, “Yes, Anjali, yes, you make me the happiest.”

Anjali: I want to drink every bit of the love juice you spill out of your cock.

I was moaning, too. She took her saree and put it inside my mouth. Anjali had increased her speed. My foreskin was going up and down, and the top vein of my cock was pulsating. I moaned loudly, and she went down and took my cock inside her mouth and drank every bit of cum I had.

I had just cummed. She has now started to take the cock in her mouth. She was rolling her tongue around the cock like it was a lollipop. She was a pro. I was still hard. I couldn’t believe it. How could I be that hard after cumming? It had never happened before.

Later, she told me she gave me Viagra while we were kissing in front of the door. She was having one, and we shared it from her saliva. She has now started to stroke the cock as much as she can inside her mouth. It was hurting a bit. After doing so for 20 minutes, I cum again.

Now, I asked her to lie back, and she did. I was over her. She had her left leg bent. I held her left leg as it was and, in a missionary position, started to explore her neck. I bit her neck, which left a few marks. In the moment of heat, I tore her blouse.

I grabbed her nicely-shaped well-maintained melons and started to suck on them. I was using my saliva over her areolas and sucking and biting on them. She held my head with my hair, as it was an unbearable pleasure for her. Now, she had just the petticoat.

I spread her legs and adjusted myself to put my knees between her thighs. I opened her petticoat and dragged it down. She was looking into my eyes and said, “Like what you see?” She was well-shaved.

I replied, “Pick a number between 2 and 3.”

Anjali- 3? I guess. Why?

As soon as she replied, I used my index and middle fingers and entered her pussy. She was tight, and she gave a loud moan. With my thumb, I was rubbing her clit.

I excitedly replied: You choose 3, you get 3.

I was using my fingers to good effect. She was enjoying every bit of my action. She was moaning with pleasure. I was squeezing one of her boobs. She was holding me with one hand and squeezing her other boob with one hand. She couldn’t stop moaning.

I removed my fingers and adjusted myself to use my tongue on her pussy. I used my tongue to rub her clit and then approached inside. By this time, she was begging me to stop. I didn’t. She was about to cum too. I took the tip of my tongue inside the pussy and licked it up and down around the inner wall.

Suddenly, she started shaking. Her right leg started shaking. She held me tightly, and she reached her climax. She held me by my arms, and we were in a cuddling position. She was biting my nose and ears and kissing my cheeks and lips. Our foreplay went on for more than 1.5 hours.

After lying there for half an hour, she started to rub my already hard cock and asked me to pass the rum. I took 5–6 large gulps of it directly from the bottle. It raised my temperature. She got excited and did the same. She locked the bottle and kept it aside.

We shared a long kiss, and now she was all loosening up down there and wanted to take my cock in. She adjusted herself and was in a cowgirl position. She opened a packet of condoms and made my cock wear one. Now she slowly took my whole cock inside her.

She didn’t move and stayed like that for a few minutes, even though I was enjoying it. She was breathing slowly, and her boobs were going up and down with every breath. I held her by her waist and started to move in rhythm from beneath. I could feel the pussy gripping my cock tightly.

She was moaning: Ahh, please don’t stop. I need you. Keep fucking my lonely pussy all day long.

Along with me, she started to move in sync. We were moaning. I was spanking her ass with full force. I wanted it to turn red.

She: Spank me, Babe, make me your bitch. I will fuck you every day. Please make me yours.

I changed positions and took her under me in a missionary position. She grabbed me and moaned with each stroke. I was thrusting her around like crazy as if I were possessed. My cock was reaching the end of her pussy. She held me very tightly and was using her nails to scratch my back.

I was adamant about making her cum again before I cum. She had tears of pleasure. She held my bare ass with her hand and crossed her legs against my ass, and I kept thrusting her. I asked her to count the number of strokes it takes for you to cum.

She started: 1…Ahhh…2…Ahhh…3..Ahhh…4…Ahh…5…Ahhh…

Suddenly, she held me very tightly, as if she were hugging me for the last time. Her eyes rolled back. I cum inside the condom in her pussy. She gave a loud moan and cummed. We both reached our climax. We were fucking like possessed souls for 40 minutes. We were sweating and exhausted.

She received a call. She answered and smiled, looking at me. Then she said, “Come after half an hour. He is exhausted now. You can have him for 2-3 hours, not more than that.”

Anjali put down the phone and said, “Babe, how about another milf in about an hour?”

Me: But who? Dipti?

Anjali: Nope, wrong guess. You will see and enjoy her too.

The next part will contain the story of who and how I fucked another milf.

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