Shreya Aunty – Part 1 (My Friend’s Mom)

Hello ISS readers. Welcome to the story.  First of all, I don’t want to brag that this is a true story and all but it happened to me. Its a matter of time that I got close to her. It was not easy. I tried my best to describe it in short without much lag in the story. I split it into parts for your convenience. Read and enjoy.

This is Arjun and I am 21 years old. This semester all my friend’s chose to do internships and left to different cities. I was left alone in my 1 BHK flat near my university and I didn’t have much work to do except going to college daily for 1 hour and work on my project.

One day, a 12th standard friend of mine named Sarath called me. It’s very rare that we talk nowadays as I came to Chennai and he went to Delhi for further studies but he was my best friend back in those days. We did a lot of crazy things in school when I was in Hyderabad.

He asked me if I can help him out and I asked what should I do for him? He told me that as his father is abroad and he is in Delhi. His mom is feeling all lonely and wanted to work instead of staying idle at home.

He said that she found a job in Chennai. He asked me if I can help her find a place to stay and help her till she gets familiar with the new city. I agreed to it and asked him to send his mom’s number. He thanked me for it and cut the call.

I was lost in thoughts after the call. I remembered the first and last time that I saw aunty. The principal called our parents to talk about our mischiefs in 12th standard. My parents didn’t come to meet as they were on a foreign trip at that time. So aunty talked on behalf of my parents too.

That was the first time I saw her and had a crush on her.  It was getting late in the evening and the principal was serious about suspending us. Aunty asked us to leave and go home. Sarath and I left but I waited outside to thank Shreya aunty. The hallway was empty and the principal room door was just beside me.

I could not hear any of their talking. But after about half an hour I could hear aunty gagging and later table creaking sounds and her moans.  I was shocked and I was in tension and dilemma if I should wait or leave. But before I decided to leave, the door opened and aunty came out wiping the sweat on her face.

She was shocked to see me outside. I thanked her with a doubtful look. She said “Ya welcome,” in a low voice and left in a hurry as if she didn’t know anything. I never dared to face her again. But I pleasured myself imagining her a lot of times.

Coming to the present, I started thinking if she still remembers that incident or not.and how to face her and all. While I was thinking I got another call from an unknown number. She was Sarath’s mom, Shreya aunty. She introduced after I said hello and she asked if I remember her.

I said, “Yes aunty. Sarath just told about your job and that you are going to come here. Don’t worry I will take care of you. ”

Shreya aunty: Thank you Arjun. I will call you after I reach Chennai airport.

I said ok and cut the call. I prepared my mind to act normal and cool with her to avoid any kind of awkward situations or problems. The day has finally come. She called me from Hyderabad airport to tell that she will be reaching in two hours to Chennai airport.

I got ready and started from my place. The flight arrived at 7 pm.  It’s been almost 4 years seeing her. I was thinking about how she might be and was looking for her. After some time a woman came to me and asked, “Arjun?”
Me: Yes, Shreya aunty?

We smiled and greeted each other. We started walking to the local railway station from the airport.  My mind was blown. She normally looks younger but I didn’t recognize her this time. She had changed a lot. She wore jeans and a black t-shirt and looked like a woman in early thirty’s.

I could not believe that she is 42 years old and mother of my friend. She never wore such modern dress as far as I knew. As we reached the subway to go to a local train, she started the conversation.

Shreya aunty: You changed a lot Arjun. You grew so big and tall. I recognized you after looking at you for some time.

Me: Hahha,  yes aunty it’s been 4 years right. Even you changed a lot. Your dress, your style, you actually look a lot younger than your age.

Shreya aunty: Oh really? Stop praising me so much. Actually, after your uncle left for Delhi, I had fewer restrictions from him and I am living as I like. Which is why I am like this.  If he comes to visit me or if I go to work I will be in some chudidars or sarees only.

Me: Oh ! Nice aunty.  you look good anyways. Let’s take this train else we will get late to reach home.

I got on the train and put the luggage on top and she got on the train. The seats were occupied and my home was seven stops away from the airport station. With each stop nearing, more people were getting on the train. By the third stop, there was a little place between me and aunty.

It was a bit awkward and tempting for me. She is slightly shorter than me. Her forehead was near my chin and you can imagine every other part. At every stop from there either she or I was being pushed and my chest rubbed against her soft boobs a lot of times.

By the sixth station, we were pushed to a corner and aunty turned away from me this time. As the train gave jerks and stopped at my stop, She slipped back on me and the boner which I tried to hide touched her ass. I didn’t know if she noticed or not but I felt a bit afraid.

We quickly got down with a lot of struggle through the crowd with the luggage and walked to my apartment. She looked a bit irritated. I apologized for touching her unexpectedly in the train. She said, “Eh! Are you mad? I know that it’s all common in crowded metro trains. I can understand idiot. You don’t have to be sorry for it. ”

I felt a bit of relief and as we reached my apartment. I showed her my room and waited for her in the hall. She took a shower and came out changing her clothes. I asked her if we should go to a restaurant or order some food. She said,  “Let’s go out and eat, at least I can see some places nearby. It’s been a long time that your uncle took me to a restaurant too. ”

I said, ”Oh ! Don’t worry about all that aunty, let’s go and eat.” We went there and as it was near my university most of the people there were students. Shreya aunty wore a blue t-shirt and a slim fit black track pants and I observed guys enjoying her asset show. I slowly started watching her too.

It looks like she didn’t wear a bra as her boobs were a bit saggy in her t-shirt. She has a good plump ass too. She is beyond perfect for her age and proportionately filled and round wherever needed than any other young girl there.  She talked to her son and her husband on the phone while eating.

She observed that I was a bit upset. After the call, she asked me why I was looking moody. I was actually upset looking at a girl in that restaurant and I told her the reason. She was the girl who rejected me for some other guy. Shreya aunty said, “Its ok Arjun, it happens. She must be very unlucky to lose such a nice guy like you.”

At that moment, I got an idea. Its a bad one but it worked out well somehow.

Me: Aunty, if you don’t mind, can you be my girlfriend for some time? Please. I want that girl to feel jealous that I got a more beautiful girl than her.

Shreya aunty: What? Girlfriend? I am like your mom’s age and I look like an aunty dear. I think it’s not going to work out. It’s so childish. Better leave it like this.

Me: No aunty, just look at the guys around you, there is no one here that didn’t give a stare at you. You look so young and trust me. Please. She will leave soon.

Shreya aunty: Hmm ok ok. But what do you mean by being a girlfriend? What should I do now?

Me: Hmm, how can I tell you? Hmmm, hold my hand, for now. This will be sufficient I guess.

Shreya aunty: Ya ok then. Should I ask for the bill?

I said ok and we held hands until the bill came for that girl to see. While leaving I stopped her at the reception near that girl’s table and said, “Let’s take a selfie before we leave. ”

She said, “A selfie? Now in front of all? Hmm ok, please delete it later ok?” in a low voice. I agreed and took a selfie putting a hand on her shoulder first. Later my hand went to her waist for the next two or three selfies. She felt a bit tensed. I continued to take one more by slipping my hand a bit further down to her ass.

She was startled a bit and she took my hand and put it back on her waist instead of ass and we started walking out. I held her by the waist till we left the restaurant and l removed my hand after going out.

She left out a deep breath and we laughed at each other till we reached home for what we did there. On the way, we had a nice conversation that brought her close to me.

Shreya aunty: It was fun but I was so afraid of what we did.

Me: Why aunty?

Shreya aunty: What if someone gets to know that I am your aunt or what if my husband gets to know? I can’t imagine that but it was fun. Thank you.  Hahha.

Me: Hmm. Don’t worry aunty, nobody will get to know. You stay cool and thanks a lot.

Shreya aunty: Can I ask you something?

Me: sure aunty.

Shreya aunty: Is it true that young guys in your age like aunties more than the girls?

Me: Uh! Ahem, yes, aunty, sometimes yes.

She laughed for it and I felt a bit relief after that conversation. We reached home. I asked her to sleep in my flat for one day. I told that will I sleep on the sofa in the hall. She agreed and said sorry for troubling me. I told it’s all right and she went to bed.

I was in the hall thinking of my hand on her waist and about her soft, big boobs. I was turned on. But with her in the other room, I was a bit afraid to masturbate.  The next morning, we woke up and got ready. She wore a legging and chudidhar which made her look like a bit aged woman.

She asked me to help her find her office and a hostel for her. I agreed and we started.  I asked her if she was ok to come with me on a bike because we have to go to far places. Taking a cab would not be a good idea in that traffic.

She said, “Ya it’s a good idea. Its better than getting crushed in that local train or getting stuck in traffic. It’s been a long time that I got on a bike! Hahha. ”

All her words made me feel comfortable and I started the bike. She sat back facing to the side and held me by my shoulder. I felt her side boob while driving and it was so soft. We roamed a lot of hostels and failed to find a vacant room for her. It became late and we returned home.

As usual, I asked her to sleep in my room. I slept in the hall thinking of her side boob touches. The third day we again went to search for a hostel in an area somewhat far away than before. By afternoon she was disappointed that she could not find a hostel near her workplace.

She asked me to take her back home. This time she sat with her legs on two sides and before reaching my home, I got a good crushing touch of her boobs. We had our lunch at home. As the last try, we walked to the nearby apartments and asked for a flat for rent.

The owners didn’t accept for it as it was only for family and not for working women. We started walking back slowly to my home and in a midway, it rained heavily at once.  We ran to my apartment but we were drenched from tip to toe. We laughed looking at each other and got into the lift.

Both of us were panting as we ran so fast. It made her boobs look so hefty and as her chudidhar was drenched, it stuck to her body giving a clear view of her curves. It was so wet that the nipples were clearly outlined. It was like I would get a bowl of water if I press her boobs.

I enjoyed the view and as we entered the flat she noticed her attire was revealing and said that she would go in and change quickly. I agreed and took my clothes from the room and changed in the hall.  She changed and came out in a t-shirt and track pant.

She half dried her hair and I could see her t-shirt still wet in some places. She saw me and asked if I didn’t dry my hair yet? I said that I forgot to take my towel from the room. She got my towel and before I took the towel from her. She asked me to sit on the chair and started wiping my hair.

It was an uncontrollable moment for me. Her sexy curvy waist and soft juicy boobs were right in front of my face and her hands on my head wiping my hair. Her boobs were shaking and as she raised her hands to wipe my hair, her shirt slightly got up giving me a view of her navel.

My cock was hard already with her wet look in the lift and from all these things happening. My hands were ready to take a grip of her by the waist and fuck her like a bitch.  But I was controlling myself with a lot of struggle. She wiped my hair so quick and ordered some food. We ate food and watched a movie on the TV.

We realized that it became night and she said she is going to sleep. I said ok and arranged for myself to settle on the sofa. She stopped at the bedroom door and said, “I am really feeling guilty that you have to sleep on the sofa in your own flat. I insist you come and sleep in the bedroom itself. I don’t have any objections. You are also like my son only. So come in and sleep. ”

What happened next will be revealed in my next story under the name Shreya aunty – Part 2. Hope you enjoyed reading. Do share your opinion about this part on hangouts -storywriterxx6@gmail. com. Will be back soon with the next part.