A Relationship To Commit To Memory

A friend in need is a friend indeed! But someone’s hot mom who “is need” of love, care, warmth and pleasure, was “indeed” what I had been looking for during my college days and to take her to that multi-orgasmic state of ecstasy!

College life was full of fun – less of studies and more of play. Marks did not matter. Examinations were also in the backseat. Fun and frolic were the most sought after. In such a scenario, I came across Anand (name changed) in a college in Delhi way back in 2006. He was not so studious; we somehow enjoyed each other’s friendship. Since I was putting up in a PG and he in his cozy home in a South Delhi locality, the first few months of our friendship started and ended just within the college campus.

With time, the bond became stronger, and that was when Anand started inviting me home. Before that, he narrated to me about his family – he, his dad, his MOM, and an elder sister. Small family, happy family! However, that was not to be when I later on discovered that his super-hot mom was invariably upset as she was discontented with several things in life, including, the most important one – sex life.

When Anand first took me to his cozy home, none other than his super-hot mom, Anita (name changed), welcomed me! It was a pleasure, indeed, as she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen then. But to me, she was a pleasure to be with – gentle, kind, and warm, large-hearted and above all, well dressed, at times, dressed to kill any man worth his balls!

She was a woman in her early 40’s with a figure of 36-34-38, with amazing breast features, not so slim, quite tall (5’5’), fair complexion, silky skin, and rosy lips.

The visits to Anand’s home just became more frequent. Excuses were made every second day as to why I should drop into his house. Of course, he did not expect anything fetid. I was his best friend, after all! With time, Anita and I got closer, mentally, and being a well-read woman, we could discuss anything under the hot Delhi sun. I enjoyed every moment I spent with her, but my jaws would drop if ever her husband, daughter, or son would troop in and disturb our lively conversations.

It was not long though that mobile numbers (of Anita and I) were exchanged. The intimacy had just become better. Text messages followed one after the other. The usual “his”, “hellos”, “good mornings”, “good evenings” and “good nights – sweet dreams” became a routine. Again, ideas were exchanged; one-liners were sent and received instantaneously; smileys were recurrently landing in our inboxes. Knowingly or unknowingly, I counseled her too.

Anand, though, was oblivious to the intimacy, but he would tell me that Anita would talk a lot about me (in my absence) and that her behavior towards him, his dad and his sister had changed, for the better. I thanked my stars for being kind!

In due course, the text messages became bolder and embedded with sexual connotations. We did not stop. We moved ahead. One-step at a time, though, to check ourselves as to where the Lakshman-Rekha was. However, the supposed ubiquitous Lakshman-Rekha never existed at least for Anita and me.

Phone sex became a routine. We would cum hard over the phone. She would frequently experience multi-orgasmic spasms. We would share our love and intimacy, all via the virtual space, but with the deepest desire to convert the virtual lovemaking sessions into real ones.

And that did not take long to happen! College was closed for a week in view of the religious festivals. Anand and his family had planned to visit their ancestral home in a neighboring state. But the passionate relationship Anita and I had been sharing for over two months had overpowered her to decide against going along with her family. I felt awful. However, that feeling was to disappear when I was overwhelmed by the thought of being in close intimacy with the woman of my dreams.

Anand and the rest packed their bags and left. Anita was left alone in the house. It did not take long for me to stand at her doorstep with a mouthful of air, as the anxiety was too much to handle. When I got inside, I found Anita dressed in a black chiffon sari. She looked amazing. She appeared to be waiting for someone to hunt her down and rip the sari off her body before eating her live and take her to a state of multi-orgasmic spasms. Her deep, big, dark eyes narrated everything – which she had been waiting for this day, for this moment.

In her drawing room, we embraced each other like there was no tomorrow. She closed her eyes only to open her mouth for a deep, long, and passionate kiss. Our tongues were at war like two swords battling against each other. While the kissing was on, her black chiffon sari started falling off from her shoulders. Her big breasts, covered in her blouse and black bra, were ready to be chewed. Her wet, not-so-hairy pussy was ready to be licked and eaten. Her tight shit hole was ready for my tongue to swirl deep down without any inhibition. Anita got what she wanted, what she had been dreaming of, what she deserved from someone who could take her to a level where she had not been before.

In no time, we were in her bedroom, hitherto shared with her husband only, and were stark naked. Our bodies were passionately emanating sweat. But there was more to be emanated. We did all what perfect lovers would do. Exploring ourselves to the innermost, and getting ourselves drenched in the sweat, and cum which flowed and overflowed from the sacrosanct sanctuaries of our bodies. That was Anita and me, the beginning of a passionate relationship which ended after I left Delhi, but whose memories I will always cherish…