My Friend’s Mother-in-Law, Prema Aunty

Inside a big 2BHK flat, Sid sat cross-legged on the floor, watching TV. He had come all the way from Mumbai to Bangalore to meet his friend Ravi. Ravi and Sheetal have been married for over 3 years. They were playing cards.

“Another round?” Sheetal asked with a smile. “Sid’s still losing, but I think he’s learning.”

Sid laughed. “I’ll win next time, Sheetal. Just wait and watch.”

Ravi grinned. “You’ve been saying that since morning, yaar. Accept defeat already.”

It was a long weekend, due to the Karnataka Rajyautsav holiday. They had planned to spend time at home rather than going out, as it would be crowded.

Suddenly, a call came, which Sheetal picked up.

“It’s Amma,” she said. “She’s coming to Bangalore tomorrow. Says she has some work and will stay for two days.”

Ravi looked surprised. “Prema Aunty? That’s unexpected.”

Sid, who had only heard stories about Sheetal’s mother, leaned forward. “When is she coming?”

“Tomorrow morning,” Sheetal replied. “She’s bringing her famous dosas. Says we’ve been eating too much of this north Indian food because of you, Sid.” Sheetal winked and caressed Sid’s face.

Ravi laughed. “That’s Prema Aunty for you. Always feeding us with love.”

The next morning, the flat was filled with the smell of fresh filter coffee and dosa. Prema Aunty had arrived early. She was 60, with black and grey hair. She wore a bright silk saree and moved around the kitchen like a pro.

“Sid beta,” she called out. “Come sit. You must be hungry.”

Sid shyly stepped into the kitchen. “Thank you, aunty ji, very nice smells, amazing.”

Prema smiled. “No need for thanks. You’re like my own son now. Eat well. I’ve heard a lot about you from my daughter, and she is a fan of you.”

Ravi and Sheetal were busy working from home, their glowing tablets full of office work. Sid tried helping Prema in the kitchen, but mostly got in her way.

“Sid beta, move aside,” she said, gently pushing him. “You’re more trouble than help.”

Sid laughed. “Okay, okay. I’ll just eat amma”. Prema, touched by his affection, hugged him and caressed his hair.

Prema cooked enough to feed a whole building. She said many stories from her younger days in Kolar, like festivals, feasts, and funny family moments. Sid felt close affection for Prema.

As they all spoke, Prema held Sid’s hand and kept talking.  It was just like mother-son affection. Prema got a call and got worried.

“I don’t think I can finish my work”, she said. “Everything’s closed because of the holiday. I’ll have to leave tomorrow, beta.” She told Sheetal.

Sheetal looked sad. “But Amma, you just came.”

Prema placed her hand on Sheetal’s arm. “It’s okay, beta. I’ll come again soon.”

At night, the four of them sat in the living room. Just then, Ravi’s neighbour Krishnan rang the bell, holding a big pot.

“Fresh toddy juice!” he said proudly. “Straight from the palm trees. Thought you all might enjoy it.”

Ravi’s eyes lit up. “Krishnan, thanks, buddy, good night!”

They shared drinking. Prema was a bit hesitant at first, but started drinking.

“It’s very fresh, reminds me of the old days,” Prema said. Sid was not drinking, and Prema forced him, saying it’s healthy for the body, pls drink better.

As they drank, the conversation flowed into memories, dreams, and jokes. Sid felt relaxed. The awkwardness of being in a new place had disappeared. Prema’s warmth had made him feel like family.

By 12:30 am, the toddy drink had left everyone a little dizzy, and their inhibitions had lessened. Ravi and Sheetal said good night and went to sleep. Sid and Prema, however, remained in the living room, talking.

After fifteen minutes, Prema excused herself, her steps unsteady due to toddy. She returned in a tight grey. Nighty, which was sticking to her curves. Sid, who had always regarded her as a mother, felt strange seeing her in that tight nighty. Prema’s breasts were full and round.

It pressed against the nighty like it’s about to burst out. Her nipples were visible as she was not wearing a bra, and it was cold. Her hips are so huge that they could fit 4 boxing gloves. In a saree, her figure wasn’t visible at all until now.

She had fat near her belly, like how a 56-year-old mature Indian woman would have. Sid started checking her out, and his mind was wrestling with the sudden surge of desire. He had never seen Prema this way before. She was always like her mother and now like a porn star.

She looked exactly like the Malayalam porn actress Sajini. Prema’s dizziness added to Sid’s advantage, and he could check her out completely without a problem.

“Aunty, my head is aching.” It was a lie, but one born of opportunity. Prema, with concern, said, “Beta, let me give you a head massage with oil before you sleep”. She sat on the sofa, her nighty riding up slightly as she adjusted herself. Sid.

Knelt on the floor, positioning himself between her legs. The tightness of her nighty made it uncomfortable, as Prema couldn’t move her legs to accommodate Sid between her legs. Prema pulled her nighty up to her knees, exposing her thighs a bit.

She then pulled Sid back between her legs, her hands reaching for his hair. Sid could feel her skin, the faint scent of her perfume. His fingers, under the guise of Gratitude, brushed against her thighs.

Prema, lost in the rhythm of the massage, seemed oblivious to his intentions. Her hands moved through his hair. Her fingers were massaging his scalp. Sid decided to play more.

He said, “I will remove my shirt, aunty, else it will get oily.” Now his naked skin was touching Prema’s naked skin. Her lack of awareness due to toddy allowed his hands to go a little further, his fingertips grazing the soft skin of her inner thighs. It was a risky move, but it paid off.

When the massage ended, Prema leaned forward, her arms wrapping around him in a motherly embrace. “Feel better now, beta,” Sid, his heart pounding, took advantage, and he turned back and pressed his face against her Crotch, inhaling deeply.

The smell was too good. Little piss and little perfume mixed. Prema, drunk due to toddy and her motherly care for Sid didn’t question his actions. Sid smelled her pussy to his heart’s content as his nose poked her hairy pussy.

Sid took his tongue and licked over her nighty and realised Prema aunty had a huge bush as it pricked his face. Prema too hugged her tightly in motherly affection. For almost 2-3 minutes, they embraced each other.

Premas’ boobs are crushing over Sid’s shoulders. His hands grab her fatty waist, and his mouth savours her pussy. As she pulled away, Sid’s mind raced. The line between maternal care and forbidden desire had blurred, and he found himself ready to explode into her.

Prema, unaware of Sid’s intention, smiled softly. “You should rest now, beta, I’ll sleep here and you go to the bedroom.” Sid insisted that in such cold, she should sleep in the bedroom as it was warm and more comfortable.  After initial reluctance, Prema was melted by Sid’s concern and they went inside.

Sid decided to sleep below, but Prema said, “Beta, now you must listen to me, please sleep on the bed beside me. Don’t feel shy. I’m just like your mother, so pls feel comfortable and sleep.” Sid was over the moon and hugged her tightly. She, too, responded with warmth.

His dick crushing her pussy, her boobs crushing his chest. Their hands were embracing each other, and Todd made Prema unaware of what was happening around. Sid, taking advantage slowly, took his hand over her ass and felt it. And they retired together to bed.

The bed was small and not big enough, so they had to sleep close to each other. As they slept, sounds started coming from Ravi and Sheetal’s bedroom. The creaking of the bed and the pumping of Ravi and Sheetal’s moans filled the apartment. Prema felt absolute shame.

She felt guilty of hearing her daughter being screwed wildly. But she could also feel the heat rising in her body as it reminded her of her days. Her own daughter being fucked by her son-in-law was a trigger. The bed was small, and Sid and Prema’s bodies touched in ways that sent shivers down Prema’s spine.

She could feel the hardness of his muscles, the softness of his breath against her neck. It was intimate, too intimate, and yet she didn’t pull away. Prema, being an orthodox traditional South Indian wife, cursed herself for deciding to sleep with a boy half her age.

Her pussy got wet hearing her own daughter making out loud. She prayed for her sins and took a deep breath, and slowly she went to sleep. As the night deepened, Prema’s breathing slowed, her body relaxing into the embrace of sleep.

Her snores were soft, a gentle rhythm that filled the room. Sid, who was waiting patiently and planned everything so far, is now ready to make the ultimate move to nail this MILF.

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