Sex With MILF Teacher And Her Mature Mom

Hi, this is Rahul. I used to go for tuitions to Mrs. Salma. She was about 40 years old, her husband was in Dubai, and she used to be alone at home. Her daughter was married off and she lived alone, except when her husband came down.

It was now more than 6 months since I began going to her place and seeing her in nighties and so on, I began to fantasize about her. It so happened that one day I got a CD from a friend, it was about how the teacher fucks her student. After seeing that movie, I was, even more, trying to find ways to fuck Mrs. Salma.

One day while at her place, I began fantasying about her and began to get an erection. To avoid embarrassment; I asked to use her bathroom. Once inside, I removed my erect dick and began to masturbate.

I was so busy I did not hear or see Mrs. Salma enter the bathroom until she stepped in front of me.

“Well, Rahul. You are a naughty boy!”

I was startled, let out a small scream and began to pull up my jeans.

“I don’t think so,” said my indian sexy teacher as she stepped on his jeans preventing them being pulled up. Then I automatically put my hands on my dick but not before Mrs. Salma had a good look at it.

“What will your mother have to say when I tell her what a naughty boy you have been?”

“Oh, please don’t Madam. I am sorry, I can explain…”

“No need to explain,” said Mrs. Salma. The other day I saw the CD you had with you – “My MILF Teacher”

“It was not mine, Madam. My friend had lent it to me”, I replied.

“Still, you watched the movie and you have wanted to try out that with me, don’t you Rahul?”

“Oh, no, no madam, nothing like that” I pleaded, when she said in a stern voice, “Tell me the Truth, Rahul. I will not say anything to your mother”.

I looked down and replied, “Yes, Madam. So, the fact is you want to fuck your teacher, isn’t it?”

I did not reply and remained quiet. “Well, you can leave now, but you have to let me deal with your punishment.”

“Yes yes, anything Madam.”

“Well then Rahul, I want you at my house at eleven tomorrow morning. Tell your mother that I want to take a mock test, but don’t be late.”

“Yes, madam”, I replied.

“See you in the morning then.”

She paused and then said, “I am looking forward to it”. I was sure she gave my dick another glance before she left.

The next day I was extremely nervous when I knocked on Mrs. Salma’s door.

She opened the door, “Yes, Rahul. Come in.”

Mrs. Salma was wearing black leggings and a white top that hugged her large breasts. I could see she was not wearing a bra and her nipples were pushing against the thin material. I suddenly felt faint. “Follow me” was all she said before leading me into her living room.

“Right young man, it’s time for your punishment. I want you to take off all your clothes and bend over the arm of that chair,” she said. I hesitated. Mrs. Salma picked up her ruler and smacked it into the palm of her hand.

“Do you want me to repeat what I just said?” I quickly slipped off my t-shirt, shorts, and jockeys and was standing with my hands in front of my crotch.

“Hands by your side, Rahul. Now that’s a good boy.”

I slowly removed my hands away to reveal my limp, scared dick. “Oh dear. It does not seem to be having as much fun as it was yesterday. Let me see if I can help.”

With that, she stepped forward and I groaned as Mrs. Salma took my dick in her hand and started to stroke it. “Madam, what are you doing? Oooh ah”, I asked moaning.

Soon my dick was at full mast.

“That’s better. Now, over the chair.”

I complied and waited, I did not have to wait long. She reached and felt between my legs and grasped hold of his erection. “Looks like I am going to have to deal with this. Stand up!” She led me by my dick into her bedroom and ordered me up onto the bed on my back.

She stood by the bed and slowly removed her top. Slowly, she peeled it off her shoulders and let it drop on the floor. I gaped at her large breasts as Mrs. Salma took them in her hands and fondled them in front of me.

“Do you like them, Rahul?”

I just nodded, not believing what was happening. She then slowly pulled down her leggings. I noticed that she was not wearing panties and shaved her pussy glistened with her juices.

She climbed up on the bed and straddled on my head. I knew what she wanted; Mrs. Salma sank down so that she was sitting on my face.

“Lick me, Rahul”, she ordered. I stuck out tongue and licked my MILF Teacher while she rode on my face to orgasm. As she spurted her juices, I could feel it all over my chin, lips, and mouth.

Mrs. Salma rubbed her huge breasts over my face to wipe the juices off and then sat down on my thighs.

“That was nice. You know how to eat a pussy”,  she said rubbing my throbbing dick up and down her soaking wet pussy lips.

I smiled at her; she leaned up against a little and then in one push down, impaled herself on my dick.

“Oh god,” I groaned as her tight pussy walls slid around my dick.

“Mmmm, just what I need,” moaned Mrs. Salma as she rode my hard dick. She knew I wouldn’t last and soon I was shooting my cum cream deep into her. Before I could recover, she leaped off and was now greedily sucking my dick covered with our juices, she brought it back to hardness, and I pushed myself back and moaned.

“You’re going to have to learn to last longer if you want to satisfy all those mature ladies you crave”, she said as slurped my dick back to full hardness.

She climbed back on the bed and straddled me again. This time she had a more leisurely fuck and orgasmed twice before speeding up and riding me hard until she could feel my dick growing inside her tight pussy.

“Come on Rahul. Fuck me; Fuck me hard, cum inside me again.” It sounded so erotic, so sexy. All her moaning and yelling triggered my orgasm and I groaned, “Oh, I am Cumming. I am Cumming, Madam” and promptly exploded in her. But she would not give up and rode me to one more orgasm. We were both spent.

As we lay on the bed recovering Mrs. Salma said, “Don’t think that is the last of your punishment. I want you here at ten tomorrow morning!” “Yes Madam,” I replied hoping that the punishment would be better than what I got now; wondering what was in store for me on Tuesday.

The next day, exactly at ten o’clock I knocked on the door. I could hear the familiar movement and when the door opened, I just stared. Standing opposite me was a mature woman in her late sixties.

“Hello,” she said.

“Hello, Good Morning Madam, I am looking for Mrs. Salma,” I said nervously. “And you are?” She asked. “I am Rahul. Her student” I replied.

“So you’re Rahul are you? Mrs. Salma said you would be coming this morning. Come in, I am Munira, Mrs. Salma’s mother.”

She took me by the arm and led me inside.

“Please take off your shoes, Rahul.”

Something about the way she said it caused my dick to twitch, her tone was almost seductive. She led me into the living room and sat on the sofa motioning me to sit next to her.

“Why are you here, Rahul? What do you do for my daughter?”

“I am Sorry?” I asked.

“Well you must be here for a reason,” Mrs. Munira, asked crossing her legs which allowed her nighty to open at the slit on the side. I gulped and stared at the older woman’s leg.

She could see me looking at her legs so she ran her hand up her thighs pushing open the slit a little more. “Do you like my legs?” she asked.

Well, I just nodded, not knowing what was happening. “I thought so,” she said, looking at the bump in my shorts.

I looked down and said, “I am sorry.”

She leaned over and put her hand right on top of the swelling dick. I kind of jerked, when she said, “Don’t you like me touching you, Rahul? I think you do. Look it’s getting harder.”

I stared at her hand, stroked my dick over my shorts. “Stand up,” she ordered. I stood up.

“Now, let’s get these clothes off,” she said as she slid off my shirt and unhooked my shorts letting them drop to the ground. She took hold of my jockeys and pulled them down. I was naked before her as she sat on the sofa.

“That really is a nice dick, you have, Rahul?”

I could hardly hear myself when I replied, “Yes, Madam.”

She reached forward to stroke it. “Yes I would like to have some fun with it,” she said. She stood up, took hold of my dick, and led me into the bedroom just as her daughter had done previously.

When we got to the bedroom, she sat on the bed and made me kneel before her, with her foot she started to stroke my dick. “So Rahul, I have heard that you like older women, do you?”

Nothing escaped my mouth, I could only moan as she stroked my dick.

“Well I hope you like this old lady,” she said as she started to unbutton her nighty. She pulled her nighty up and took it off. I was looking at the hairiest pussy I had ever seen.

“Come here, Rahul.”

She took hold of me by my shoulders and pulled my face into her hairy pussy. “Lick me.”

I set the job that I relish, I began to lick her pussy, and I found her clitoris and automatically sucked on it.

“Oh yes. Oh my God, Yes,” she screamed. Soon she was pulling my head hard between her thighs as she came on his face. She pushed herself onto the bed and ordered me to join her. “How would you like to make an old woman very happy?”

I smiled and said, “Yes, sure Madam, I would love to.” “Good, Get up here and fuck me.”

I crawled between her thighs and rubbed my throbbing dick on her pussy lips.

“Rahul, Please go slow and be gentle. It’s been a while,” she said as I gently pushed my dick in. I started by slowly stroking my dick in and out of her tight wet pussy until she urged me to fuck her hard and fast. I did not need to be asked twice as I pounded the sixty-two-year-old woman making her moan and groan with excitement.

“That is it, Rahul, fuck me, Keep it going, yes harder, harder. Oh, God yes fuck me.”

“Oh God Rahul, I am Cumming. I am Cumming. Cum with me, I need it ready. Let me have it.”

She could feel my dick swell up inside her which sent her over the top and her pussy walls milked me of all my cum as I spurted inside her. As we lay spent, Mrs. Munira had a surprise for me just like her daughter, “Well Rahul. I think you have passed that test. I’m sure quite a few of my friends would love you to go and see to their needs.”

I leaned back on the bed and smiled. “Yes, Madam, Whatever you say” I replied.

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