Forbidden Desires: A Love Story of Unexpected Intimacy and Unfulfilled Loneliness

A young college student finds himself entangled in a passionate affair with his landlord, who seeks comfort during pregnancy.

Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Lefi, and I am 21 years old. This is a love story that I experienced a few years ago. As a college student studying in Neighbour Town, I have a muscular body with a height of 170 cm.

At that time, I was searching for a boarding house and happened to meet one of the owners Mrs. Sheila. Mrs. Sheila had the typical appearance of an Asian woman, with fair and white skin. She was about 155 cm tall, with an ideal weight, and had large breasts. Despite being around 38 years old, her beauty made her look much younger, truly enchanting.

I entered the living room of Mrs. Sheila’s house, which was located near her boarding house. Mrs. Sheila was wearing a floral-patterned Muslim dress and a long hijab that reached her chest.

Mrs. Sheila: “Please come in, don’t be shy.”
Me: “Oh, yes, ma’am.” I immediately sat down in the living room.
Mrs. Sheila: “Would you like something to drink?”
Me: “No, thank you, ma’am. I don’t want to trouble you.”
Mrs. Sheila: “It’s not a problem at all, you came all the way from out of town.” Mrs. Sheila stood up and went to the kitchen.

As Mrs. Sheila stood up, I couldn’t help but admire her beautiful curves that were accentuated by the fitting floral dress, which couldn’t hide her plump buttocks. Combined with the soft jersey hijab, it truly captivated me.

Mrs. Sheila: “Here you go, enjoy your tea.”
Me: “Thank you, ma’am.” I felt awkward at that moment as I could feel my ‘little buddy’ starting to rise.
Mrs. Sheila: “So, the boarding house here is already full, both for boys and girls, since it’s the start of a new academic year.”
Me: “Oh, I really need a place to stay as soon as possible, ma’am, because classes will start next week.”

Mrs. Sheila: “Actually, there’s a vacant room on the second floor of my house. It has an air conditioner, a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. How about you occupy that room? It’s more comfortable on the upper floor, even though it’s still in the same house as mine.”
Me: “Wow, that would be great. I’m even happier to be on the lower floor and be able to meet a beautiful lady like you right away.” I said teasingly to Mrs. Sheila.
Mrs. Sheila: “Oh, you’re such a smooth talker.” Mrs. Sheila blushed.

After that, my days at college went well in the boarding room that was in the same house as Mrs. Sheila’s. The situation was very pleasant, as I could easily go downstairs and meet Mrs. Sheila. Sometimes, Mrs. Sheila would invite me to have meals together with her family at the dining table. Time flew by, and the semester break arrived. I informed Mrs. Sheila that I would be going back to my hometown.

However, a week after I went back, a sudden coronavirus outbreak occurred. The campus switched to online learning, and I couldn’t return to Mrs. Sheila’s boarding house. It felt unpleasant because online learning meant I couldn’t meet my friends. I received news from Mrs. Sheila that all the boarders had gone back home due to the outbreak. Now, her boarding house was empty and putting a strain on her finances.

Unbelievably, a year passed with this online learning setup. I had some matters that I needed to settle directly at the campus, so I contacted Mrs. Sheila to prepare the boarding room for me. Mrs. Sheila was ecstatic to hear that, perhaps because her boarding house was empty.

On a Sunday night around 8 p.m., I arrived at Mrs. Sheila’s house. Carrying my suitcase, I got off the bus and headed towards Mrs. Sheila’s house/boarding house. Then, I knocked on the door, tok tok tok.

Me: “Hello, Mrs. Sheila, it’s Lefi.”
Mrs. Sheila opened the door, and I was taken aback.
Mrs. Sheila: “Oh, Lefi, my goodness, it’s been ages. Please come in.” I noticed that her belly had grown bigger due to pregnancy.
Me: “Oh, yes, ma’am.” I replied, stuttering.
Mrs. Sheila: “Please have a seat, Lefi. Let me prepare some tea for you.”

At that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder how Mrs. Sheila could be pregnant again, considering her age, which was already in her 40s, and her husband was rarely home due to his duties as a soldier. Mrs. Sheila was wearing a black and white leopard-print Muslim dress made of stretchy material, complete with a yellow floral lace-patterned jersey hijab that covered her chest. It made me even more fascinated by Mrs. Sheila’s beautiful body, even though she was pregnant. And perhaps due to the pregnancy, her breasts looked even bigger than before.

Mrs. Sheila: “Here’s your tea, Lefi.”
Me: “Thank you, ma’am.”
Mrs. Sheila: “I was surprised, Lefi, that you wanted to rent a room in my house again. I thought the campus was still online.”

Me: “Actually, I need to take care of some documents, and some lecturers requested offline classes.”
Mrs. Sheila: “Oh, I see. Thank goodness if it’s starting to be offline.”
Me: “Where are Debby and Mira?”
Debby is Mrs. Sheila’s eldest daughter who is now in junior high school, while Mira is her second daughter who is still in first grade of elementary school.

Mrs. Sheila: “Debby is now in boarding school, she left last month. Meanwhile, Mira is at my sister’s house.”
By the way, Mira often stays at Mrs. Sheila’s sister’s house because her sister doesn’t have any children yet, so Mira is considered like her own child.

Me: “Oh, I see, ma’am.” I said while looking at Mrs. Sheila’s bulging belly.
Mrs. Sheila: “Why are you looking at me like that?” Mrs. Sheila asked with a smile.
Me: “No, ma’am. I was just surprised to see you pregnant again. It’s been almost a year since I last saw you.”
Mrs. Sheila: “Yeah, it’s my husband’s fault. This child is a result of the pandemic, hahaha.”
Me: “What do you mean, the result of the pandemic, ma’am?”
Mrs. Sheila: “Ah, Lefi, it’s like you don’t know,” Mrs. Sheila said, blushing.
Me: “I really don’t understand, what do you mean, ma’am?”
Mrs. Sheila: “So, here’s the thing, Lefi. Since the pandemic, my husband started coming home more often, plus he has a lot of work from home. Eventually, my husband became closer to me, and that’s when this child happened,” Mrs. Sheila said while caressing her belly.

Mrs. Sheila’s husband is a member of the army who rarely came home before the pandemic. That’s why Mrs. Sheila often felt lonely.
Me: “I see, ma’am. How many months is the pregnancy?”
Mrs. Sheila: “Around 24 weeks, about 7 months now.”
Me: “That’s good to hear. But by the way, ma’am. you look even more beautiful when you’re pregnant like this,” I said teasingly.
Mrs. Sheila: “Oh, come on, Lefi. I’ve gained 10kg in these 7 months.”
Me: “Not like that, ma’am, plus, you’re wearing this dress and a jersey hijab with lace like this, so you look even more beautiful, ma’am.”
Mrs. Sheila: “Oh, stop it, Lefi. I’ll just get fatter,” Mrs. Sheila said while laughing, and I joined in the laughter.

Suddenly, the baby in Mrs. Sheila’s womb kicked.
Mrs. Sheila: “Ouch, ouch,” Mrs. Sheila said in pain while holding her belly.
Me: “Uh, what’s wrong, ma’am?” I asked, surprised.
Mrs. Sheila: “It’s nothing, Lefi. The baby was kicking.”
Me: “Oh, I thought something was wrong.”
Mrs. Sheila: “Oh no, the baby is kicking again, even stronger,” Mrs. Sheila said happily.
Me: “That means the baby wants to talk to me, ma’am.” I jokingly said.

Suddenly, Mrs. Sheila stood up and approached me, who was sitting on the living room chair.
Mrs. Sheila: “Come here, Lefi, feel the baby’s kick.”
Me: “Uh, is it okay if I touch your belly, ma’am.?”
Mrs. Sheila: “It’s okay, come on, Lefi, hold its hand.”

With a pounding heart, I gently touched Mrs. Sheila’s belly. It felt extraordinary to be able to feel the baby kicking inside. I didn’t want to waste this moment, so I touched her belly with admiration. I leaned in as if I wanted to hear the baby’s heartbeat, and unintentionally, I kissed Mrs. Sheila’s bulging belly.

Mrs. Sheila, clearly embarrassed, said, “Oh, Lefi Lefi, what’s this? Kissing my belly?”
I smiled and replied, “This is the first time I’ve felt a pregnant belly up close. I’m amazed.”

Suddenly, the baby’s kicks became stronger, indicating that contractions were happening.
Mrs. Sheila looked in pain as she said, “Uh, uh, uh, ouch, ouch.”
I immediately stood up, shocked by Mrs. Sheila’s condition. I was worried that something was wrong. It was just the two of us in this house, and that could be a problem later.

Anxiously, I asked, “ma’am. what’s happening?”
Mrs. Sheila answered, taking a deep breath, “I think I’m having contractions, Lefi. Please, help me. Stand behind me.”

I quickly stood behind Mrs. Sheila, ready to assist her.
Mrs. Sheila said, “Hold my stomach with both hands, Lefi.”
I followed her instructions and asked, “Like this, ma’am.?”
Mrs. Sheila nodded, “Yes, now lift my stomach slowly.”

I did as she asked, carefully lifting her stomach.
I asked again, “How does it feel, ma’am.?”
Mrs. Sheila sighed with relief, “Better, Lefi It feels more relaxed.”
She leaned against my standing body, unintentionally brushing my right cheek against her hijab. My mind began to wander, catching a whiff of her pleasant scent, and my arousal unintentionally pressed against Mrs. Sheila’s plump buttocks. Only my jeans and Mrs. Sheila’s long dress separated us. I unintentionally did that because my hands had to move forward to lift Mrs. Sheila’s stomach, so the distance between us couldn’t be maintained. For about 5 minutes, I continued to lift and support Mrs. Sheila’s stomach.

My feelings became chaotic, torn between pity for Mrs. Sheila’s current state, loneliness at home, and my aroused desire to be close to her.
Mrs. Sheila said, “Alright, the contractions have stopped,” then she released my hands from her stomach and sat on the living room chair.
I breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank goodness for that, ma’am”

Mrs. Sheila said with a smile, “I’m lucky to have Lefi here. I don’t know what would have happened if I were alone in this house.”
I replied, “It’s alright ma’am, I’m here for you.” I saw the concern in her eyes.
Mrs. Sheila expressed, “Actually, I feel lonely too, but my husband doesn’t care about me.”
I was surprised, “How come, ma’am.? You’re pregnant.”

Mrs. Sheila explained, “My husband is upset about me being pregnant again. Maybe because we’re both getting older, so he’s worried about the future of this baby. On top of that, my husband was suddenly assigned to the border of the country.”
I understood, “Alright, don’t be sad, ma’am. I’m renting a room in this house, so you won’t be lonely, Mrs. Sheila.”
Mrs. Sheila thanked me, “I’m also glad, Lefi, that you can accompany me in this house. But, actually, I need Lefi’s help.”
I became curious, “What kind of help, ma’am?” I felt surprised because Mrs. Sheila was asking for help so openly.

Mrs. Sheila answered, “Well, Lefi, I’m also confused, you see. The doctor said that when the pregnancy reaches 7 months, it’s better for the husband to “visit” frequently to facilitate the delivery later.”
I asked again, “What do you mean, visited how ma’am.?”
Mrs. Sheila explained with a smile, “Yes, Lefi you know it yourself, right?”
I answered sincerely, “Honestly, ma’am. I don’t know.”

Mrs. Sheila revealed, “The doctor said that pregnant women who have reached 7 months should have frequent intimate relations with their husbands to ensure a smooth delivery. But my husband is still on duty at the border, and he won’t be returning for another 6 months.”
I was taken aback, “Oh, so you are asking me to have intimate relations with you?” I said honestly.
Mrs. Sheila replied, “Yes, Lefi I’m sorry. Would you be willing to help?”

I thought for a moment, “Yes, I don’t mind. But, I’m inexperienced and you’re pregnant, so I feel hesitant.”
Mrs. Sheila smiled and said, “It’s alright Lefi, I will guide you. I believe you are very capable.” She looked at me teasingly.
I blushed and smiled shyly, “Thank you, ma’am” Little did I know that my return to this boarding house would bring such luck.

Mrs. Sheila suggested, “How about we start now?”
I agreed, “Alright, but please teach me how to satisfy a woman, ma’am, haha.”
Mrs. Sheila reassured me, “Don’t worry, Lefi I’m sure you are very talented, haha.”

I asked, “What should I do next, ma’am?” I felt a bit confused because I had never done this with a woman before.
Mrs. Sheila gave instructions, “Before we start, we need to set the mood first. Try moving to that long sofa and sit as wide as possible,” I followed her instructions.
I asked again, “What should I do next, ma’am?”

With my legs spread wide, Mrs. Sheila could sit in front of me. Then I gently stroked her stomach from outside her soft dress, and I didn’t forget to kiss Mrs. Sheila’s hijab and the back of her neck. Her pleasant scent immediately filled the air, it seemed like she had just applied perfume. In addition, the softness of her jersey hijab. I felt aroused.

Mrs. Sheila enjoyed it, “Yes, like that, Lefi.. then seduce me like this, shh… mmm…”
In addition to stroking her stomach, I lifted her hijab slightly to begin kissing her right ear, neck, and cheek. I felt the ideal body of Mrs. Sheila, with her unexpected pregnancy.

Moving from her stomach, my hands slipped into Mrs. Sheila’s long dress. I squeezed her breasts, still covered by a bra. They were firm and full. It was the first time I had felt such firmness in a woman’s breasts. For five minutes, I explored every part of Mrs. Sheila’s body.

Me: “Mrs. Sheila, this feels so sensual. I thought you were religious with your long hijab.”
Mrs. Sheila: “Since I got pregnant, my desires have increased, maybe because of the baby’s hormones,” Mrs. Sheila said, clearly enjoying my touch.
Me: “What did you want earlier, huh? What did you want me to do?” I said, squeezing her breasts even harder.
Mrs. Sheila: “I want you, Lefi… keep going… ahh, satisfy me tonight.”

Next, I stood in front of Mrs. Sheila, taking off my shirt and jeans, only wearing my underwear. I noticed that Mrs. Sheila’s dress had a zipper on the chest area. She unzipped it, revealing her black lace bra, size 35G.

I knelt in front of Mrs. Sheila, who was sitting on the couch. I squeezed her breasts and unhooked her bra, revealing her beautiful white breasts with hardened nipples. I sucked on her nipple while squeezing, and unexpectedly, breast milk came out.

Me: “How is breast milk coming out, ma’am.?”
Mrs. Sheila: “Since I was six months pregnant, breast milk has been coming out. But since there’s no one to breastfeed, sometimes my breasts feel sore, especially with such abundant milk. Keep sucking, Lefi,” Mrs. Sheila said, already aroused.
After satisfying myself with her breast milk, I moved my head down to her stomach, then lowered to the most pleasurable place in the world. My hand slipped under Mrs. Sheila’s dress, and I realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Me: “Why aren’t you wearing underwear, ma’am.?”
Mrs. Sheila: “Since I got pregnant, it feels uncomfortable. I feel more at ease without underwear.”
Then, Mrs. Sheila stood up and lifted her dress, revealing her plump, hairless vagina. She sat back down on the couch, spreading her legs wide, signaling for me to go ahead and lick her.

Without hesitation, my fingers went straight to Mrs. Sheila’s vagina, moving it around while she moaned in pleasure.
Mrs. Sheila: “Ahh… keep going… Lefi, it’s been so long since I felt like this.”
Me: “Mrs. Sheila, turns out you’re a whore who always craves pleasure.”
Mrs. Sheila: “I’m your whore, Lefi… keep going… keep going.”

I tried to bring my face closer to Mrs. Sheila’s vagina, licking it. It’s hard to explain, it didn’t taste good, but it was so pleasurable, especially with Mrs. Sheila’s moans getting louder. The more I licked, the more I played with her clitoris. I spent 10 minutes in heaven with Mrs. Sheila. Suddenly, her legs wrapped around my back, her hands gripping my hair, and her buttocks lifted.

Mrs. Sheila: “Lefi… I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to orgasm… ahhhhh.”
Mrs. Sheila ejaculated, and her fluids came out forcefully. Luckily, I managed to dodge it. I was surprised to see Mrs. Sheila ejaculate so much, and suddenly, she started crying.

Me: “Why, ma’am.? Was I too rough?”
Mrs. Sheila: “I’m sorry, Lefi. I ejaculated on your face, I’m embarrassed, I’m sorry.”
Me: “Mrs. Sheila, why be embarrassed? We’ve already enjoyed this sexual experience.”
Mrs. Sheila: “I’m still embarrassed. I’m a mother, while you’re still single.”

I wiped away her tears with my fingers, and we stared at each other in silence. I kissed her lips, experiencing the first kiss between the two of us. It felt amazing, although her lipstick smeared onto my lips. I said, “Mrs. Sheila, don’t worry. I’ll satisfy you tonight.”

I took off my underwear, revealing my erect penis, about 17 cm long and veiny.
Mrs. Sheila was shocked, “Oh my God, I didn’t expect Lefi’s penis to be this big!”
I proudly smiled and said, “Hahaha, it’s understandable, Mrs. Sheila. I’m skilled in masturbation.”

Mrs. Sheila was intrigued, “Will it fit inside me? Let me test it first.”
Our positions switched, I sat on the couch, and Mrs. Sheila knelt before me.
Mrs. Sheila started stroking my penis with her hands, she was really good. Shortly after, she put my penis in her mouth and started moving it back and forth. It felt so good.

I instructed her, “Mrs. Sheila. Just move it slowly, no need to rush.” Mrs. Sheila nodded.
I also didn’t just sit there, I touched Mrs. Sheila’s hijab. My left hand held her hair from under the hijab, while my right hand held the front part.

Mrs. Sheila moaned, “Mmhh…emm…emmm…”
I responded, “Feels good, ma’am. Keep going…ahh…emm…ahhh…”
Mrs. Sheila, more aroused, “Mmhh…emm…emmm…your penis is so big, Lefi.”
I encouraged her to continue stroking, “Come on, ma’am. stroke it more, don’t stop.”

After almost 10 minutes, I still hadn’t reached orgasm. Maybe my athletic background made me last longer, haha.
Mrs. Sheila stopped stroking and stood up, intending to remove her hijab and dress, but I stopped her.

I said, “Hey, why take off the hijab, ma’am.?”
Mrs. Sheila replied, “I’m feeling hot, might as well get naked.” She teased me with her hijab and dress still on.

I said, “No need to take off the hijab, ma’am, The dress is fine.”
Mrs. Sheila was confused, “Why, Lefi?”
I explained, “It’s fine, ma’am. I’m more aroused seeing Mrs. Sheila wearing a jersey hijab like this. It’s as if I’ve successfully conquered a religious woman like you.” Jokingly, Mrs. Sheila pinched my penis.

Mrs. Sheila said, “Oh, Lefi, you’re something else. Alright, I’ll lie down on the couch. Now, put your penis inside me.”
With her lying down on the sofa, Mrs. Sheila guided my penis into her vagina, and finally, I lost my virginity.

Mrs. Sheila instructed, “Now, Lefi, try moving your penis back and forth.”
I followed her instructions and thought to myself, ‘Oh, this is what incredibly pleasurable sex feels like.’

Our hands started playing. I caressed her stomach and squeezed her breasts alternately.
Mrs. Sheila moaned, “Ahh…ahh…ahh…keep going…keep going, fuck me, Lefi.”

I joked, “Mrs. Sheila, you’re perfect as my whore.” While squeezing her breasts.
I also licked and kissed her neck from under the hijab, nibbled on her ear, kissed her right and left cheek, and finally kissed her alluring lips. I prolonged the kiss to increase Mrs. Sheila’s arousal.

Mrs. Sheila protested, “Oh, Lefi, you took so long to kiss my lips.”
I replied, “It’s okay, ma’am. You’re already mine.”

Mrs. Sheila suddenly kissed my lips again. Our movements became more passionate and uncontrollable until we finally reached the climax.

I said, “Ah…ah…ah, I’m about to cum, ma’am.”
Mrs. Sheila replied, “Ahh…ahh…ahh…go ahead, Lefi, cum inside.”

Our thrusts became more intense, and I penetrated her with all my strength. Mrs. Sheila’s ass moved up and down and finally…
I fell onto Mrs. Sheila’s body while kissing her. Since Mrs. Sheila was pregnant, I wasn’t worried about cumming inside her pussy. In fact, it was good to stimulate her contractions.

For about 15 minutes, Mrs. Sheila and I were in the woman-on-top position. Then we switched, I lay down on the sofa and Mrs. Sheila was on top of me. Here it felt a little different as if my cock was touching the edge of Mrs. Sheila’s pussy, and her pussy muscles were squeezing my cock. Maybe because of the pregnancy factor, it felt like being penetrated deep inside.

I said, “Mrs. Sheila, do you know the sexy TikTok dance? Try dancing like that.”
Mrs. Sheila responded, “Oh, the body pack dance? Sure, I can do that.” Then Mrs. Sheila started dancing.

Damn, it’s indescribable, like seeing and feeling the pleasure of TikTok dance directly. Not to forget, I caressed her belly and squeezed her breasts.

I said, “Turn around, Mrs. Sheila.”
Mrs. Sheila asked, “Like this, Lefi? Should I keep dancing?”
Then Mrs. Sheila danced vigorously. My hands squeezed her breasts from behind, and my mouth licked and kissed the back of her neck. It felt so good, like fulfilling all fantasies.

I tried the lying position, and Mrs. Sheila also lay on top of me. Here, I continued to fuck her. I played with her pussy lips with my left hand and caressed her adorable belly. It felt like having everything you desire at once, bro, feel the pleasure of fucking a pregnant woman.

I asked, “How about it, my little whore? Satisfied?”
Mrs. Sheila replied, “Ahh…ahh…I’m satisfied, Lefi.”
I laughed, “Hahaha, you’re such a naughty pregnant slut.”

Mrs. Sheila suddenly said, “Lefi, I’m about to cum, ahh…ahh…”
I said, “I’m about to cum too, Mrs. Sheila, keep dancing.”
Crott…crott…crott… Mrs. Sheila screamed and moaned, ahhhhh…, we both reached the peak of pleasure together.

After that, we both lay side by side on the sofa.
Mrs. Sheila said, “Lefi, you’re naughty, still lusting after a pregnant woman like me.” She pinched my nose.

I replied, “Even though you’re pregnant, your body is ideal like a teenage girl, Mrs. Sheila.”
Mrs. Sheila commented, “You’re unbelievable. Lefi, you’re staying here until I give birth.”
I said, “Of course, my love. But if I ask to be pleased, you have to be ready, Mrs. Sheila.”
Mrs. Sheila replied, “You young man, always so horny.”

Mrs. Sheila and I looked at each other warmly, then we hugged tightly. Unconsciously, we fell asleep on the living room sofa. The sun rose and the clock showed 7 a.m. when we woke up. Mrs. Sheila was still sleeping in my embrace. Fortunately, Mrs. Sheila had locked all the doors before we got involved last night. If someone came while we were sleeping, it would definitely be a complicated situation, hahaha.

Whenever I felt stressed with my studies, I felt relieved when I hugged Mrs. Sheila. It was like a calming medicine for my mind. I could find boundless happiness by having Mrs. Sheila as my partner. Fantasies that were once only in my imagination had now become reality. As a bonus, I also had the privilege of embracing Mrs. Sheila’s pregnant belly and drinking her breast milk as breakfast.

The days of my college life passed quickly. I faced them with enthusiasm and happiness. Whenever academic pressure started to weigh on me, I knew I could rely on Mrs. Sheila. She was always there for me, providing support and irreplaceable love.

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