I Spent the Entire Day Fucking My Best Friend's Curvy Mom in Every Room - Part 3

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The weekend arrived – a two-day stretch of freedom from Arjun's constant presence. It was all I could do not to leap on Anjali as soon as he left for the day with his friends.

Once he'd driven off into the distance, Aunty Anjali turned to me with a sly grin and pulled me in close. "The house is ours today," she whispered against my lips. "Let's make the most of it."

With that, our illicit affair kicked into high gear. Over the course of those long, sun-kissed hours, we fucked in almost every room – each new location adding a thrill to our encounters.

We began on the living room sofa, our bodies intertwined as I thrust into her from behind while she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my neck. When I pulled out, she flipped over onto her back beneath me before wrapping her legs around my waist again. With her breasts pressed against mine, we fucked passionately with a growing sense of urgency.

Next came the kitchen counter – another scene straight out of one of my fantasies come to life. Aunty Anjali leaned forward on her elbows, presenting that magnificent ass to me as I took her from behind yet again. Her pussy felt tighter than ever before, and each thrust sent ripples through the water glass cabinet behind us.

By mid-afternoon, we were both dripping with sweat, our bodies flushed and spent. But even in those post-orgasmic moments, my cock remained hard – desperate for more of her creamy warmth.

"Let's take a quick shower to cool off," she suggested, standing up from the counter before turning to me expectantly.

The bathroom was warm and steamy by the time we stepped inside, water still running over us in an intimate embrace. In that slippery heat, we fucked standing up – the porcelain of the sink cold against my hips as I drove into her again and again, our cries of pleasure mingling with the sound of rushing water.

Later on that evening, we collapsed onto her bed together – more exhausted than satisfied for once. She stroked my hair gently before pulling me in close to whisper a provocative secret in my ear: "I want you even when Arjun is around."

My heart raced at the thought – the risk and thrill of sneaking sex while his father might hear us. It was all I could do not to immediately get hard again, but as it turned out, she didn't give me much time to recover.

Aunty Anjali slid beneath the sheets beside me and reached over to unzip my jeans slowly, her fingers teasing the bulge that was already beginning to form. "You're addicted to me now," she whispered against my lips before taking my cock in hand and guiding it toward her waiting mouth.

The night air carried a hint of rain on this drizzly summer evening as we took our illicit affair outdoors – naked and wrapped in nothing but lust for the world to see if anyone dared to look. Aunty Anjali leaned against the balcony railing, her back arched and pussy glistening with arousal as I fucked her hard from behind.

The cool breeze sent goosebumps along my skin, contrasting the heat of our passion beneath it all. She gripped the railing tightly while pushing back onto me desperately, the risk of being discovered by neighbors a thrill that only heightened the experience.

With each thrust, Aunty Anjali let out soft moans and pleas for more. "Fuck your friend's mom harder than Arjun's father ever did," she urged between gasps.
"Your cock feels so good in me," she whimpered as I picked up speed, sweat dripping from our bodies into the night air.

Cumming inside her on that balcony was pure bliss – my balls emptying with a force that left both of us shaking. Aunty Anjali collapsed against the railing afterward, breathing heavily and smiling up at me with a glint in her eye.

"Tomorrow?" she asked hopefully, stroking my chest lightly as we caught our breath outside beneath the stars.

"I'll come over," I promised eagerly before taking a deep kiss – tasting myself on her lips from that final orgasm.

Back inside, our marathon continued unabated through the night until finally, our bodies were spent. Naked and sated, Aunty Anjali curled up against me in bed as we both drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

The next morning arrived before I knew it – though truth be told, I wasn't quite sure what time was anyway with the way we'd been going at it all night long. As for Aunty Anjali, she'd already woken up and left a note on my chest:

"Meet me in the living room when you wake up."

I rolled over to find her already dressed in a tight skirt and blouse, her hair perfectly styled as usual. My dick perked up at the sight of her – ready for round after round of sex throughout the day.

"I'm starving," she said, noticing my gaze lingering on her figure. "Let's grab some breakfast together."

In the kitchen, we shared a plate of pancakes while trying to appear nonchalant about our marathon sex session from last night. I couldn't help but stare at Aunty Anjali – those breasts, that ass – everything about her drove me wild.

She caught my gaze and smiled knowingly before leaning in close over the table. "I have something special planned for us," she whispered. "Follow me."

We ended up in Arjun's room, where Aunty Anjali had laid out all sorts of sex toys and restraints – items that seemed to have been collecting dust until now.

"I've always wondered what it would be like with these things," she admitted shyly before leading me into a scene straight from my deepest fantasies. We spent hours exploring each toy, trying new positions and intensifying the pleasure between us.

In the end, we collapsed on Arjun's bed – utterly drained but still hungry for more of her body. As I lay there beside Aunty Anjali amidst the remnants of our passion, it was clear that neither of us could get enough of this forbidden affair.

The day drew to a close with us both in desperate need of sleep after our all-day marathon sex fest – though even then, my mind raced with thoughts about how I might sneak into Arjun's room during his late-night gaming sessions or slip away to her place when he was out again the following weekend.
She'd made me her personal slut, and nothing could tear us apart now. We were completely entwined in a web of lust that threatened to consume us both.

After our final round on Arjun’s bed, Aunty Anjali stroked my chest gently as I lay beside her. "We'll have the whole house again tomorrow," she whispered softly into the night air – the promise of more sex fueling the fire burning within me.

Just then, I heard the creaks and groans of Arjun returning home early from his friends' place after all. Aunty Anjali's eyes sparkled with mischief as she gave my cock a playful squeeze beneath the sheets before we hastily got dressed in silence – trying to appear innocent despite our bodies still slick with sweat.

As we stood side by side, listening intently for any sign of Arjun entering his room, I couldn't help but think how insane it was that we'd managed to keep this affair under wraps so far. Aunty Anjali seemed to read my mind as she reached up and kissed me softly beneath the ear.

"We'll figure something out," she whispered reassuringly before leading me back downstairs. "Just be ready for tomorrow."

to be continued...