I have seen a bit of the world and learned a lot of things in my nearly 35 years of existence. There was a lady and her young son occupying the seat in front of me. It was obvious that the lady was tense and nervous. Usually I travel by A/c because of the dust and heat. Generally it was also less crowded and noisy than the sleeper compartment I was traveling in. But there was no ticket available even in the notorious black market and here I was traveling with the ‘common’ man.
The lady was around 40 years old, maybe five or six years older than me. She was a bit on the plumper and darker side, but had a manner of bearing that was very attractive. She had a nice enough figure, face was good looking than pretty with fairly bog boobs and ass and the skin was smooth. The son was in his late teens and he had not yet lost either his baby fat or innocence. I was wearing a low cut tight t-shirt and skirt that reached below the knees. I saw him looking fascinated at the top of my boobs that was revealed when I stooped down to push my suitcase underneath the seat.
But he quickly moved his head away. Another time I caught him glance at my thighs as my skirt rid up when I moved my leg. He blushed and averted his gaze when he knew that I saw him. He was tall, fair and handsome and I thought it would be fun to tempt him a little. From then on I moved deliberately so that he could look into my tops and underneath my bottom. I was careful not to look directly at him so that he was not embarrassed. My ploy was succeeding as he could not keep my eyes off me, staring, confident that I was not noticing what he was doing. Soon I saw the front of his pants tenting, reacting to what he was seeing.
Then the mother and son started talking and I decided to listen in on the conversation. They were going to the city in order that he could join a good arts college there. The son was sure that it was the way forward for his career. The mother was undecided. On the one hand she would also like to see her son doing well, she was not sure about certain things. First of all whether he would get admission, secondly whether they would be able to afford the fees and accommodation. Besides she was also fearful that once away from her control whether he would be led astray. The son was trying his best to assure and convince her but was not succeeding.
Suddenly the devil popped into my head. I decided to butt in.
“Where are you going, ma’am?” I asked innocently.
“Tomorrow there is an interview for him at the H & C College. He is interested in Fine Arts. He writes and draws well.”
“Then what is your worry?”
“I don’t know whether he will get admission. He may be in for a disappointment. Even if he gets in I don’t know about the career prospects. In our village most of the artists don’t have jobs and are into booze and drugs in a major way.”
“Don’t worry about all that. I have a friend there. I will call him up and he will ensure that you get admission. Besides there are lots of opportunities in the advertising and design field for artists.”
“Would you do that? I will be grateful” the son chipped in all excited.
“What is your name?”
“Joe. And this is my mother Joy.”
“I am Rita. I actually have my own ad agency. And bad comes to worse a door will be always open for you in my agency. It is not big but it will do for a start. You can go forward from there.”
“Will you do that? Great!” I was almost sure that he was going to hug me and I was bracing myself for it when mother gave son a quelling glance and he subsided.
“Sorry for his manners” she said apologetically, “Won’t it be a bother for you?” I was wondering the same after my initial offer. But I had had a rebel streak in me from early childhood which was what had led me into one affair after the other from college days culminating in a disastrous marriage with the college heartthrob. Which made me say
“No problem. In fact I was thinking, why don’t he stay with me?”
“Definitely not.” She said immediately.
“From what I understand your husband passed away sometime back and you are not financially too strong. I am single. I am living alone in my own house and I know the kind of problems you must be facing. I have a spare bedroom and I can definitely accommodate one more person. In fact it will help me. I will have some company in the evenings. There will be somebody to run errands and I will feel safer with a male around”
“That is not it” she began. “you don’t understand…”
“You must be thinking of what people will say. In the city people are least bothered. They don’t even notice. And it is quite common to have male paying guests.”
“Ok, then” she said reluctantly “what about the rent and food?”
“I will prepare food for him also. Any way I have to cook for myself. So it is no great deal. And don’t worry about the rent.”
“But I don’t want to be a charity case. I have my own pride” she was obviously a bit pissed.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that. I will charge him for the food. Is that OK?”
“Yes”
“Yipee” said the kid and I smiled at him. Lucky the mother couldn’t read my mind. I had different plans for him which would have probably shocked her out of her wits.
Soon we reached the station and we got down.
“You can come with me”
“But ..”
“Don’t worry, my house maybe a bit of a mess, but you can definitely come with me without embarrassing either me or you” I took them across to the parking area where I had left my car. The kid seemed to be impressed by my choice of car. He popped in beside me in the front. The mother entered much more sedately into the back.
On the way home we got into a restaurant and had a leisurely meal. I felt that it would be too much effort to cook after the journey. Joy didn’t want to burden me and readily agreed to the restaurant plan. Meanwhile I called up a former colleague of mine at the college and he said “don’t worry, consider the kid as good as admitted”
Joy had a bath and came back all scrubbed and looking beautiful. She was wearing a night dress and the devil again popped up.
“You can sleep with me” I told her “Let Joe stay in the spare room”
“No, I don’t want to trespass more on your privacy. We will stay in the spare bedroom”
“Joe will be embarrassed to be tied to his mother’s apron strings” I knew I had hit the mark at the expression on her face.
“Then I will sleep in the drawing room”
“Like hell you will” I said and she became silent.
Soon both of us were lying side by side on the big four poster quite a bit of distance separating the two of us. As usual I was wearing only a dressing gown with nothing underneath. I was loathe to change my habit just to make my guests comfortable.
“So,” I said softly “being a single mum and bringing up a kid must be tough”
“Yes it is. My husband died in a car crash ten years back. Luckily I had my family to support me. My parents died in the space of one year three years back. Now I have to do everything on my own.” Slowly she started pouring out her story. There were lots of things that were in her mind that slowly came out. I turned on my side and watched her face as she continued. Up close she looked really good. Through the night dress I could make out the top of her smooth breasts. The dress had ridden up to show her elegant legs and lower part of the thighs. Although in the mid forties she was very desirable. There was a flutter in the pit of my stomach.
As she continued I slowly took her hand in mine. Then I began working on it and moved up to the top massaging gently. She closed the eyes and continued. When I reached the shoulder she moved sideways to give me more access. From the shoulder I continued to the neck. She moved face down and then stopped speaking finding it difficult. By now I was straddling her massaging her shoulder and neck. Once or twice she sighed. The muscles of the neck were a bundle of tension. As I stoked she became more relaxed and the breathing also gentled. Then I pushed up her dress to work my magic down her back. She obliged by removing it fully and now was dressed only in an old fashioned bra and panty. I unhooked the bra for better access and she didn’t react. Then I pushed the panties down her legs massaging each inch of the way. Once I reached the toes I replaced my hand with my mouth. I sucked on the toes, then traveled up her calf to the thighs. I licked the crack between her ass and nipped and scratched at the ass. Obviously she was enjoying the sensation as she wiggled a bit. Her ass was big, smooth and beautiful. I had to deliberately move away from its temptation, otherwise I could have spent hours on it. It was so beautiful. Once I reached the neck I turned her around. She opened her eyes briefly to look at me with lust filled eyes. Then closed it again. I removed my own dress and then lay down on top of her, with my body lying along the length of hers. I brought my mouth down on hers and started exploring it with my tongue. She opened it to give me better access. She smelt of the toothpaste she had used. Down I went and spent a length of time worshipping her big white boobs. Although it had a bit of sag it was still beautiful. The nipples were standing out in the cold of the a/c. I sucked it, licked it, teased it with my teeth and then gently blew on it to make it stand out further, if that was possible. I cupped the boobs and squeezed eliciting a moan from her. I licked it working in smaller and smaller circles from the outside. Then I made my way to the navel. It was nice to smell it and lick it with her sweat. She wiggled when I started licking her thighs and her legs convulsed when my tongue finally touched her pussy lips. I worked on her cunt and when I played with the clitoris she gave another gasp of pleasure. As I worked my tongue in and out of her she began to breathe faster. Soon waves of pleasure hit her. I continued to lick her dry for some more time before I too began to convulse in my orgasm.
We lay side by side, fully naked with my arms around her. After some time she said in a tiny voice
“We should not have done that”
“Why not? It has been 10 years since your husband’s death. And everybody have their feelings”
“Still…”
“No regrets. Today is the starting point for a new life. You go back to your house a different person. Many of your problems are solved. I am sure you will feel more at ease and peaceful tomorrow morning than you have felt in a long time. Whenever you feel like it you can come and meet your son.” I said playing leisurely with her boobs. “And of course me” I said kissing her deeply.
Once up for air she said “You are right. I can go back home with peace of mind. Thank you”
I woke up late the next day to find that both Joe and Joy were ready to go for the interview. I told them that I would drop them off on the way to office if they would just wait a little. All formalities were through by afternoon. I came home a bit early to take Joy to the station and give her a fond farewell. We stood there with my arm around Joe as the train moved away.
I looked sideways at Joe and gave him a quick hug.
“Come, let’s go home” My house was a bit far from the station. There was not much of traffic in the streets as it was getting late.
“Are you happy to stay with me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any girlfriends?”
“No. I don’t”
“Do you drink?”
“Once in a bluemoon”
“Smoke?”
“I don’t”
“Good. Then we are on the same wavelength. Have you ever made love?”
“What do you mean?”
“Had sex?” I couldn’t see his face. But I could feel him blush.
“I said I don’t have girlfriends”
“What of boys?”
“I am not that kind of kid”
“What kind?”
“Homo”
“Who said homo? Ever felt like making love to a girl? Or a guy?”
“Yes once in a while with some girl. But no guys.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“What?”
“Make love to the girl?”
“She also has to feel the same”
“Did you ask her?”
“No”
“Then how can you be sure?”
“I don’t know”
“Well, I tell you there will be lots of girls in the city who will be ready to enter into a relationship with you. You are young, well built and handsome”
“Am I? Thank you”
“But not all will be above board. They will lead you astray. Drugs, booze you name it.”
“I will be careful” By this time we had reached my house. I put the car in the garage.
“Do you know how to drive?” Joe helped me pull down the shutters.
“I do. In fact I have a driving license”
I tossed a set of keys to him.
“These are my spare keys. You are free to use the car whenever I don’t require it”
“Gee, thanks. But will I be able to drive it?”
“You will only know when you try it. The first few times we will go out together”
“That will be nice” I closed the front door and locked it from inside.
“And one more thing”
“Yes”
“From now on, except when your mother is here, you will be sleeping with me”
“But…” he was speechless. I reached out and caught his member through his pants.
“Did you think I would go to all this trouble for a strange kid unless I got something in return. I promise you both of us are going to enjoy ourselves”
“Madam, I…” he was clearly embarrassed by my comments
“Call me Rita. From today we are going to be lovers. You will be glad that I was your first sex teacher”
“That is not it. I have never…I don’t”
“Like I said there is a first time for everything and you don’t know whether you are good at anything until you try. Bring your things into my room” I ordered.
I knew he would obey. He definitely had a crush on me - or my body, whatever. He was in my power to do anything I want. He was mine. Once I lost my head over the wrong man. Now I would ensure that I would have somebody with me who would do whatever I said.
By the time I came out of my shower he had shifted everything into my room. While I came out completely naked he was fully clothed. I knew what would be the effect of seeing me in that state. So I deliberately stood there for a minute surveying things. He was watching me. My big boobs that sagged a little. The dark aureoles surrounding a darker nipple that stood erect and inviting. My hourglass figure. The wide hips. The big ass. The perfectly round navel. The clean shaven pussy with the tattoo on it. My muscular thighs and calves, the fairly long legs.
“You had your bath?” I asked running my gaze over him. He blushed again. Although it was endearing I would soon be putting a stop to it.
“I did”
“Then why are you wearing so much clothes when I am wearing nothing? From now on you sleep naked, understand?”
“Yes” but he stood rooted to the spot. I moved nearer and started removing his tee shirt. Mechanically he lifted up his hands. This was definitely nice going, Rita, I told myself. Now that he was half naked I ran a hand over his broad, muscular chest. Although he didn’t have a six pack figure, he didn’t have a big belly either. It seemed his puppy fat didn’t extend beyond his face. Then I got down on my knees and unzipped his pants. It fell in a pool at his feet. Then I slowly rubbed his penis through his under wear. Obviously it was happy to see me as it was trying to burst through the fabric. I put my hand in and brought it out. It was standing erect in all its glory and was even bigger than I imagined. My luck! Although my first instinct was to put it in my mouth I controlled myself. I just satisfied myself by rubbing the length of it.
“Do you know, your penis is big” I told Joe “It seems I am lucky”
He did not answer. I knew by experience that young virgins ejaculated pretty quickly. I didn’t want that to happen. So I stopped and lay down on the bed.
“I won’t teach you anything. This is going to be a learning process.” I said, “you can do whatever you want to do with me, my body.” He didn’t move. Stood rooted to the spot his eyes running the length and breadth of my body.
“Haven’t you seen any porn movies or pictures?” He brought himself back to the present.
“Yes, I have. But not much”
“Well, you can try what you saw on this old bod”
“You look beautiful” he blurted out, then “I am sorry” he mumbled.
“Don’t be. I take that as the highest compliment” Still he didn’t move. Good. So I started the lesson.
“Come and stand between my legs” He did.
“Kneel down and start licking my pussy” He knelt down. Obviously his films were standing him in good stead. He lowered his head to the right place and started licking in earnest.
“That feels nice. Ooh” inadvertently he had sucked at my clitoris, “do it again” He was a good student and obviously he wanted to be of service to me, pleasure me. When things started hotting up I said
“Now lick my boobs.” He didn’t need a second invitation. He cupped my breast, squeezed and pinched it. He played with it, nuzzled it with his nose. He nipped at the nipple with his teeth, sucked and licked it. He tried to take the whole of it in his mouth but couldn’t. He then looked at me and smiled. It was obvious that he enjoyed what he was doing.
“Now lie on your back” I ordered. He obeyed dutifully. I lowered my ass on to his face. He started licking at my pussy pushing his tongue deep inside. I then decided to pleasure him and lowered my mouth on to his cock. After sometime I got up from his face and lay down on my back.
“Now put it into me” I ordered. He responded with alacrity. As he entered me he closed his eyes to savour the feeling. He started pumping in and out of me. His big cock gave me a nice sensation. But soon for the first time in his life he was releasing his load into a woman’s pussy. Then he subsided on to me with the big cock going slowly limp. I put my fingers into my pussy and fucked myself to an orgasm.
The days were hectic. His studies and my work. But the nights were enjoyable. Some days we made love in a frenzy. Other days were more leisurely. He drove me down to cosy little restaurants that I knew valued the customers’ privacy. We went to adult movies and was discreetly naughty as the show ran. We made love in all kinds of poses and all kinds of places in the house. On the living room sofa, dining table, sitting on the easy chair, in the shower, once even on the balcony, when my neighbours had taken off on vacation. We walked around in the nude and couldn’t seem to take our eyes and hands off each other. Cooking was a pleasurable event with Joe nuzzling my neck and bare back and rubbing my breasts. Studying was even better with myself sitting on his lap, his cock deep inside my pussy. He was an intelligent kid and got good grades. The mother was also happy. Whenever his mother called I asked her to come down. With a rider that we could enjoy ourselves. If Joe was not near I would explain in graphic detail what I would do to her if she were here near me. She liked to hear it and after sometime she started reciprocating hesitantly.
But at the back of my mind I knew that there would come a time when Joe would look at some other girl for variety. And his build, looks and well hung member were things most girls would like to own for life. But it came in a way that I did not expect. And it was a blessing in disguise.
I had a servant who was around fifty years old. She was a single mother until she decided to marry for the first time at the ripe old age of forty. That brought with it problems for her kid, Tina who was in her late teens at the time. She was tall, beautifully built with a pretty face. Although she was on the darker side that gave her a sensuous beauty that tempted a man’s libido. Naturally her step father soon became smitten by her and had started making advances towards her. Her mother getting wind of the fact had married her off. Things were going smoothly until her world fell apart. Soon after getting married her husband was involved in a car crash and was paralysed. Being a dutiful wife she took good care of him, but soon his younger brother started making advances towards her. Meanwhile her mother had a heart attack and died in her sleep. The alacrity with which her step father married again, that too a much younger and richer girl made people suspicious of her death. But Tina was sure that it was a natural death and hence didn’t push for a case. And like I said before as a blessing in disguise her husband had died leaving her free although not with much else.
I opened the door to find Tina standing on the doorstep. I had not seen her since her marriage, but she was not much different from I knew her at the time. She was maybe a bit more sophisticated in her dress, carriage and the way she spoke, that was all.
“Do you remember me, Aunty?” she asked
“Don’t I, Tina? Come in. And don’t call me Aunty. Call me Tina” I said moving aside. She was carrying a big bag which I later learnt contained all her belongings.
“Please sit” I said indicating the sofa. “Had breakfast?”
“No, I just arrived”
“You didn’t go home?” I started walking towards the kitchen. Tina deposited her bag near the sofa and followed.
“I did. But there were some strange people there”
“Strange people?” I turned around surprised, “What of your step father?”
“He is now staying in his wife’s house”
“Weren’t you staying in your own place”
“No, it was rented. Thank you” she said taking the steaming cup of coffee that I extended her.
“Now, what are your plans?”
“I don’t know. And I know only you. That is why I came here.”
“What of your in laws?”
“Now that I am alone it would be impossible to stay there on account of Vincent”
“The same would have been the case with your step father, wouldn’t it?”
“At least he was married”
“But would his wife have agreed?”
“I don’t know. But that is all redundant”
“Yes, I suppose it is. I would have gladly let you stay here. But there is a hitch”
“I know. But I am not worried about what people will say. Ladies may try to protect their husbands from the vamp and keep away their sons and daughters from you. But I am not afraid of you. At worst they may develop a bad opinion about me. But that is OK. I can take it” I knew of people’s opinion of me. But this was the first time that somebody was mentioning it to me directly. I felt curious and pursued it further.
“Even if what they say about me is true?”
“Even if it is true. I may not be a lesbian. But I would not mind making love to you. In fact I would love it. And I will be very discrete and unobtrusive otherwise. So you can have your relationship with others”
“Ha, ha. So that is what they say about me? See, I am not such a nympho although I had my share of lovers, both male and female. And I don’t have such sexual urges that I can’t control myself. I will make love to you, if you want it and not otherwise. So also with the others. I was unfortunate in my relationships. But I don’t jump headlong into affairs one after the other.”
“Then I can stay?”
“The problem is Joe”
“Joe? Oh! You have a husband or boyfriend? Or son?” her face clouded.
“No, Joe is not my husband or son, he is not even related to me. He is a boy and he is a friend. I don’t know whether I can say he is my boyfriend. But he is mine. And I am not going to give him away.”
“I am sorry” she said. “I will freshen up then and leave”
“Where will you go?” I asked, but my mind was furiously planning other things. I came to a sudden decision. “Joe is too young for me. But he is just a few years younger than you. Very soon I will find it very difficult to keep him satisfied by myself. In fact I don’t know whether he is even a one woman person. I may share, with the right person”
“What do you mean?” she asked bewildered. I took her pretty face with the tousled hair in my face. Looking into her tawny eyes I gently brought down my mouth on hers. Our tongues clashed. Breathing became laboured.
“You can stay here, and you can share Joe with me, that is what I mean.” I said coming up for breath. “That way we will be an amazing threesome. And we will have the best of both worlds”
“Where is Joe?”
“Gone to work. He will be back home around 7 O’clock in the evening. Breakfast?” I asked.
“Can I have some pussy also for breakfast?” she asked pushing my nightgown up and panties down.
“Definitely”
“Then count me in” she said, dipped her head between my thighs and set her tongue to work.
By the time she finished her breakfast it was almost lunch time.