My Friend’s Mom

This is a long story taken from my “secret diary,” you will get a clear picture of my feelings and dreams about a neighbor aunty.

Vignesh is my name.
I am eighteen years old.
Tamil Nadu is where I was born.
I am currently residing in Pune with my parents.
I was a little hesitant to write this at first.
But I wanted to talk to people who shared my feelings, actions, and thoughts.

Because this is a long story taken from my “secret diary,” you will get a clear picture of my feelings and dreams about a neighbor aunty, despite the fact that it is common for a boy to have erotic thoughts about neighboring ladies, which no one has ever attempted to record in a diary.

Here I am attempting to publish it in the hopes that you will find it enjoyable to read and that it will provide a change of pace from the usual “hard core story emotional sex.”

I was a little hesitant to publish it at first.
Regarding sex with her, this is an excerpt from my’secret diary.’
It all began about two years ago.
When a boy named Arun Kumar from our next-door street was admitted to our school as a new junior class student.
We gradually got closer to each other.

I learned from him that they are new to our neighborhood and are staying on the next street.
After a few days, friends, he invited me to his house.
I didn’t like going to other people’s houses up until that point.
Because that makes me feel very uneasy in that location.

Anyway, I went there with a junior friend that day.
I still remember the day as if it happened yesterday.
When we arrived at his home, a lovely lady welcomed us in.
My friend was the one who introduced us.
Her name was Jaya, and she was his mother.

I could feel my erect penis bulging in my jeans because she was so hot in appearance and dress.
Her measurements were 38-28-36.
When he introduced her as his mother, I was taken aback.
I was devastated.
She was a cute girl, and I felt the same way about her.
At first glance, I couldn’t hear what she said.

That night, and every night after that, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Every night, she was the heroine of my dreams.
Gradually, I began to enjoy masturbating while thinking about her.
I never imagined, not even in my wildest dreams, that this lovely lady would fall in love with me.

Yes, she and I have fallen madly in love in less than three months.
We can’t seem to keep our hands off one another.
Whenever her husband leaves for work, he is constantly on the phone with her.
We’re talking about how much we care for each other.
Getting into fights over trivial matters.

At least once a week, I used to visit her.
The sex I have with her continues to excite me, particularly the first time I had it with her.
I often fantasize about marrying this woman and starting a family with her, but I know that will never happen.
We kissed for the first time the first time I touched her body.

My first sex attempt with her, my first bath with her, the tricks I used to get her to cooperate, and so on.
We spent a lot of time together, and I wrote about her seductive moves towards me and the naughty games we played together in my secret diary at the time.
How did it happen?

I believe you are also interested in learning more about it.
In the beginning, I didn’t have the courage to speak to her.
She even said to me the first time she saw me, “You don’t speak right, and why are you so shy?”
I couldn’t even respond to her question.

But as the days passed, I gained the courage to speak openly with her.
In fact, I became interested in her son’s academic pursuits.
He was just a typical student.
I was also one of the top students in my class at the time.
I assisted him with his test papers.
I wasn’t trying to impress his mother with my actions.

For the first time, I was invited to my friend’s house for lunch on a weekend evening.
She was dressed in a sleeveless pink maxi.
She looked stunning in that gown.
She didn’t tie her hair after her evening bath.
Her skin was glistening that day.

Following her to the hall, I got a glimpse of her lovely and well-shaped a$$, and I wished I could hug and kiss her from behind.
That was the first time I saw my friend’s father.
I know it was childish of me to be envious of that man for marrying the woman of my dreams.

But in my mind, I had already accepted her as my own.
His husband, on the other hand, was a pleasant individual.
Because she was sitting right in front of me, I couldn’t properly eat the food.
The dining table was a bit on the small side.
After dinner, we sat down to watch a movie, and a slight movement by my toe would touch hers.

My friend has already retired to his room for the night.
Her body was touching her husband’s as she sat next to him.
As the film progressed, I noticed his hands rubbing against her stomach.
She wasn’t overweight or underweight.
She was plump and delicious!

Anyway, while we were watching the movie, I noticed her husband saying something to her with his eyes and he excused himself to their bed room.
There, my aunty Jaya and I stayed.
I noticed her maxi revealing her thighs when she turned to my side to explain something about the movie.

I pretended not to notice, but there was no way I could take my gaze away from those thighs.
I wished I could reach out and touch those amazing thighs of hers.
I decided to go home after the movie ended.
Because her husband and best friend were both sound asleep, I decided not to wake them up.

She escorted me to the front door.
I bid her farewell and walked away.
I gradually became more at ease when speaking with her.
Her eyes and smile drew my attention almost immediately.
During my following week’s visit, she said something that made my heart leap for joy.

I and Arun (her son) are able to go to tuition together.
Our classes run from 10:30 a.m. to 12 p.m.
“If you don’t mind, why don’t you come to our house in the morning so that you and Arun can go to tuition together?”
She stated that her husband’s office opens at 9:00 a.m.
I told her I’d be there around ten o’clock.
She concurred.

The front door had remained shut.
I rang the doorbell, and she appeared on the doorstep a few seconds later, tying her hair up as I walked in.
Her shaved armpits were visible through her maxi hand side as she raised her hands to tie her hair.
Even with her hair up, she looked stunning.

When she said her final goodbye, I wanted to pick her up, grab her, and hug her.
I became a regular visitor to their home after that.
I was only alone with her for 15 minutes at a time, but that was enough time to admire her beauty.

I wished for the next day to arrive so that I could be alone with her.
When I return, I hope to see her fresh from a bath.
I’d sit there and talk to her, not paying attention to what she was saying.
As she dried her hair, I would just stare at her.
It was incredible to watch her do it.

She would read the newspaper at the dining table one day, and I would join her.
Our classes were abruptly canceled one day.
So my friend and I decided to visit them at their home.
We sat down to play caroms.

She was sitting next to me, and her leg would occasionally brush against mine unintentionally, giving me an electric shock.
She excused herself after a game, claiming she needed to take a bath.
I wasn’t in the mood to play as she walked away.

I could feel my erect penis rubbing against my pants, and I yearned to see her undressed.
I imagined how naked she would be during her bath, how she would apply soap to those magnificent breasts, how she would position herself for soaping and washing her pooru, and so on.

I also wanted to remove the soap from her body.
But it was only sweet dreams to me at the time.
After a few weeks, when Jyothi aunty and I had really gotten to talking, I began to arrive half an hour early.
Now I had 45 minutes of her undivided attention.

In their home, I now had complete freedom.
I was usually in the kitchen with her, talking.
She had a weekly habit of preparing new dishes.
I recall her asking me to try her new dish for the first time.
She approached me with a small teaspoon of curry.
I was able to detect her scent.

She used to take baths with lux soap.
Her mangalsutra was usually kept outside.
I had no idea this lady who adored her husband had such a wild side.
One day of our tuition was moved to the weekend.
At 7:30 p.m., my friend still had another subject’s tuition.
So I decided to visit him at his home at a regular time.

I rang the doorbell, eager to see her, but no one answered.
She opened the door after about 5 minutes.
Her maxi’s top two buttons were undone, her hair was uncombed, and she was gasping.
I was both perplexed and curious as to what she was up to in her private space.

What caused her to arrive so late near the door?
When her husband came out to get some water from the fridge after a while, my suspicions were confirmed.
She and her husband were having sex in private because their son had just been dropped off at tuition.

In my heart, I was furious with him for having sex with my beloved.
We went shopping together one day to get her son a birthday present.
She was dressed in a lovely yellow salwar that was extremely tight.
I had the distinct impression that she was my wife while we were testing.

She would frequently observe how the watch sat on my wrist.
We were getting to know each other quite well.
I asked her if she could accompany me to my house after we finished shopping because I had forgotten to bring my tuition book.
She concurred.
I was showing my house as a hostess at the time.

We were alone because both of my parents had personal commitments.
I took her hand in mine and showed her some of my childhood photos.
She was taken aback when she saw how I used to look.
I could just kiss her rosy lips because she was so close to me at the time, sitting together with our bodies touching at times.

We were so relaxed that we frequently clasped our hands together.
Under her maxi, Jyothi aunty usually wore an underskirt.
It didn’t show me a picture of what her butt was like.
I had a lot of questions about it.
However, one day I noticed she was wearing a blue maxi dress with no underskirt.

The outline of her panties piqued my interest.
That was quite a sight!
In her kitchen, we were sipping tea.
I told jokes that made her laugh out loud.
Her laughter was incredible.
She made me an offer for breakfast.
She instructed me to finish the breakfast that I had left on the plate.

I politely declined.
But she kept telling me that I needed to finish it.
She took a seat next to me and began feeding me the bread and egg.
I made every effort not to react in any way.
I had the urge to grab her cheeks and give her a hot, wet kiss.
But I was unable to complete the task.
What do you think she’d say?

If her son—my friend—knew I had this feeling about his mother, I’d be dead.
For that brief moment, I was able to exorcise that feeling from my mind.
I noticed she was wearing a black bra as I followed her to the drawing room.
After that, I began to savor every moment of my life with her.

I was now a member of their clan.
I could go to their house at any time of day and they would have no objections.
In my flirting with her, I was very cautious.
When her husband and son were in the house, I avoided speaking with her as much as possible.
I learned to control my temptations based on the situation.

I would openly flirt with her when we were alone.
I’m aware that ladies enjoy hearing compliments from others.
Telling her how lovely she was and such.
She enjoyed the attention she received.
I could tell she carved for the spotlight.
I’d just stare at her indefinitely.
We’ve grown extremely close.

In our regular kitchen chats, we’d talk about a variety of topics.
I used to try to avoid going to their house for weeks at a time.
Then, when I returned to their house after a long absence, she would be angry with me for being gone so long.
However, I was still hesitant to take such a drastic step.

It occurs to me frequently, but I would resist.
I liked how things were going at the time, and I was curious as to how she regarded and cared for me.
Her husband and son both disliked going shopping.
As a result, we agreed to go shopping together one day.

I saw some nice night dresses for ladies once while we were just looking at clothes.
It was a loose, colorful shirt with loose pants.
It was something I suggested to her.
She was initially skeptical, but after I assured her that she would look lovely in these, she eventually agreed.
Every section was accompanied by me.

But she avoided me by saying, “You wait here.” I assume she was going to buy a bra, panty, and other items.
I was in pain.
Why did she keep her distance from me?
What is the flaw in it?
At first, I felt compelled to express my dissatisfaction.
But, in the end, I decided it would be awkward to discuss it with her.

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