Morning Sex with My Best Friend's Mom While He Was Still Sleeping - Part 2

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The morning sunlight streaming through the window forced me to open my eyes – only to find Aunty Anjali standing in front of me with nothing but an opened robe, her breasts proudly displayed for my viewing pleasure. Her nipples were already hard and begging for attention.

"Good morning," she said in that sultry voice that seemed designed for seduction.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, not trusting myself to speak yet. My dick throbbed painfully against the sheets as I stared at those luscious tits and the dark aureoles framing them. The scent of sex still lingered on her skin – a heady mixture of arousal and satisfaction. It only fueled my own desire further.

We spent the next hour eating breakfast together, but it wasn't easy keeping our hands off each other. I couldn't help stealing glances at those magnificent tits or imagining what they would feel like in my mouth again. Aunty Anjali, for her part, seemed intent on driving me wild – her fingers trailing along the inside of my thigh as she passed me the plate of parathas.

I knew we couldn't keep this up much longer without getting caught by Arjun, who was still asleep upstairs. But for now, our clandestine affair continued to unfold like a steamy dream come true.

After breakfast, I decided to help with the dishes. She wore only that robe now, one side open and exposing her right breast as she loaded the dishwasher while I scrubbed pots. The kitchen grew warm from all the activity beneath the surface – sexual tension crackling between us.

As Aunty Anjali bent down to put a plate in the machine, her robe slipped further open, giving me an unobstructed view of her cleavage and nipples. She must have known what she was doing because I couldn't resist reaching out to tweak those hardened peaks before pulling her close for a kiss.

Her breasts were like pillows in my hands – heavy with milk, soft yet firm enough that they seemed to fit perfectly against my palms. The warmth of her body seeped into mine as we kissed passionately beneath the table, our legs entwining in an embrace that screamed forbidden pleasure.

"Mmm… you want more already?" Aunty Anjali asked between kisses, fingers working their way under my shirt. "Well then, let's make it quick."

She shoved me against the kitchen counter and lifted her saree up over her hips before sinking down onto my dick in one fluid motion – a perfect fit. The counter creaked in protest as I thrust into her welcoming warmth.

With each stroke of her wet pussy enveloping me, I couldn't help thinking about how wrong this was – screwing my best friend's mother while he slept upstairs oblivious to the scandal unfolding beneath his roof. And yet, it felt so right. Her tits bounced wildly with every impact, drawing out guttural groans from both of us.

"Do it, Rahul," she encouraged, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Make aunty cum on your young cock again."

I complied gladly, pounding her pussy hard against the counter as I reached between us to rub her clit. Aunty Anjali's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her pussy squeezing me in a vice grip.

"Yes… fuck… fill my womb with your cum," she begged, panting heavily. "Make it yours."

I felt another orgasm building inside me, but we needed to wrap things up – Arjun could wake up at any moment. With one final thrust that made us both cry out, I spilled deep within her core.

Aunty Anjali's pussy clenched and milked my cock until the last drop of semen left my body. We shared a kiss, tongues intertwining as we savored the taste of sex on our mouths.

"Later," she whispered against my lips before pulling away to straighten out her saree and tucking herself back into that robe. "Arjun won't be home for hours. Let's get cleaned up."

We headed upstairs in silence, trying not to draw attention. I slipped into Arjun's room to make sure he was still asleep, feeling guilty about our tryst while knowing full well we'd do it all again before the day ended.

Back in her bedroom, Aunty Anjali closed the door and leaned against it, a wicked smile spreading across her face as she locked us inside. "Time for round two."

In missionary position, I slid back into that warm pussy of hers while she wrapped her legs around my waist. This time, we kissed passionately – tongues wrestling in a sensual battle that left both of us panting.

"You made aunty's pussy yours last night… now fuck it every day," Aunty Anjali cooed between kisses. "Make me scream your name."

The headboard slammed against the wall as I drove into her over and over, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. Her moans grew louder, signaling another orgasm imminent.

"Yes... Fuck aunty hard... make it yours," she screamed, nails raking down my back.

My balls drew up tight, ready to unload once more inside this gorgeous MILF's womb. I dug my fingers into her hips and slammed in deep – the sound of our bodies connecting echoing off the walls.
"Aunty… your pussy feels so fucking good."

"More," she demanded, her thighs trembling around me as she neared climax.

I obliged, pounding her mercilessly until another orgasm overtook us both. Her pussy convulsed wildly as I emptied myself within her once again.

Afterward, we collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and sweat-drenched skin. Our ragged breathing was all that filled the room for several minutes – savoring the afterglow of our morning fuck-a-thon.

"We can't keep doing this here," I said finally, rolling off her to lie beside Aunty Anjali on the bed. "What if Arjun wakes up?"

"He won't, sweetheart." She stroked my cheek with a smirk that told me we weren't quite done for the day yet. "Now it's time for something new."

The next hour was spent in reverse cowgirl position – her plump ass bouncing hypnotically as she rode me to an explosive orgasm and beyond. Her breasts swung freely beneath her, jiggling with each thrust.

Arjun left shortly afterward to work on a project at college, leaving us alone once more. Aunty Anjali pulled me up from the bed by my belt loops and pressed me against the wall beside it. "Now let's make this room smell like sin."

In doggy style, she lowered herself onto my dick while I gripped her hips firmly in place to take full advantage of that creamy pussy. Our moans grew louder with each thrust, interspersed by dirty talk.

"You love fucking your best friend's mom, don't you?" Aunty Anjali whispered hotly in my ear before biting down on the lobe.
"Fuck yeah," I groaned, reaching under her to pinch and tweak those perfect nipples. "I've never felt this way about anyone."

Aunty Anjali panted, pushing back against me with increasing urgency. "Good boy... now pull my hair harder while you fuck aunty's pussy."

My balls tightened as she asked for more. I yanked her blonde locks roughly as we continued fucking, the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder in the quiet house.

"Fill your friend's mom with your young cum again," she demanded before collapsing forward onto the bed, her knees shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy spasmed around me like a vice, milking my dick for all it was worth as I erupted inside her once more.

We lay there panting afterward – our bodies slick with sweat and sex. Aunty Anjali turned to face me, breasts heaving with each breath.

"That's two orgasms today," she whispered against my lips. "I hope you're ready for the third."

My cock twitched in response, already hard again despite having just come twice. We fucked through an early lunch and into the afternoon, each round hotter than the last until I was dizzy from pleasure.

In this bedroom, our lovemaking evolved to a more intimate level – long kisses filled with tongues, deep eye contact that spoke volumes of our illicit affair, whispers of how we'd sneak in sex at every opportunity. The air grew thick with lust, our bodies slick and glistening from the heat of our passion.

I entered her again in missionary position, savoring those soft breasts beneath my hands as I kissed her deeply before pulling back to meet her gaze.

"You know you're addicted to this now," I said, staring into her eyes. "Fucking your best friend's mom is all I can think about."

"I'm addicted too," she admitted between kisses. "I want more and more of that young cock every day."

With renewed vigor, we fucked like animals – the headboard banging against the wall as I drove deep inside her time and again.

Aunty Anjali leaned back slightly to stare into my eyes with a mischievous glint in hers. "You want aunty to squirt for you?"

I licked my lips, imagining that sight. "Fuck yes."

She wrapped her arms around me tightly, breasts squishing against my chest as she rode me eagerly. Her pussy was so wet I could hear it slapping against the headboard with each thrust.

"I'm close," Aunty Anjali panted. "Give aunty what she wants."

The room filled with our groans and grunts of pleasure until she finally erupted in a spectacular display – squirting all over my cock and stomach as I emptied myself inside her once more. Her pussy clenched around me, milking my dick for every last drop.

Breathless and trembling, we lay there amidst the aftermath of our passion – sweat dripping from our bodies, skin glistening with sex. My cock throbbed against her thigh while she stroked it gently to coax out any remaining sperm.

"You made aunty's pussy yours today," she whispered into my ear as I lay on top of her, panting heavily. "I want you every day."

"Fuck yes… all day long," I agreed eagerly, kissing her again and rolling off her onto the bed with a sigh of relief.

We cleaned up quickly – not wanting any traces of our affair to be discovered by Arjun if he decided to drop in unexpectedly. My cock bobbed between us as we hurried through the motions of washing up.

Before leaving her bedroom, Aunty Anjali leaned in for one final kiss beneath her robe, which was now completely open. "Arjun won't be home till late tonight," she said coyly. "I have a few ideas to keep our affair hot and dirty."

The promise in her voice sent shivers down my spine. I kissed her again before reluctantly leaving her side, making sure everything looked normal on my way out of the bedroom.

Back downstairs, I sprawled onto the couch with a book, waiting for Arjun's return while trying not to think about Aunty Anjali upstairs in that house – already plotting our next illicit encounter.

When the door opened and he entered the living room, I looked up from my novel only to find Aunty Anjali right behind him. She leaned down and whispered in his ear before straightening back up to give me a sly wink.

"Time for dinner," she said brightly, patting Arjun's cheek as if nothing was amiss – though we both knew the truth lay hidden beneath the surface. Our affair had only just begun, and judging by Aunty Anjali's wicked grin, I had a feeling it would be anything but tame.

Later that night, after Arjun retired to his room, we snuck back upstairs for round four – this time with Aunty Anjali on her knees before me. She sucked my cock hungrily until I blew my load down her throat, her pussy still warm and welcoming from our previous encounters.

"Fuck," I groaned as she swallowed every last drop. "You're insatiable."

Aunty Anjali smiled up at me with a twinkle in her eye before rising to press against the wall beside us. She unzipped the fly of her dress, revealing the creamy expanse of her thighs and the wet heat between them.

"Take me from behind," she demanded, pushing back onto my dick without further ado. "Fuck aunty hard like you want."

As I thrust into her pussy with renewed vigor from behind, Aunty Anjali reached over her shoulder to pinch and twist my nipples – a sensation that pushed me over the edge once more.

"I'm addicted," she moaned as I fucked her relentlessly against the wall. "Your cock is everything to me now."

"So am I," I replied, grinding into her from behind with all my might before finally collapsing onto the bed beside her.

Aunty Anjali snuggled up close, one hand wandering down between us to stroke my still-hard dick lazily. The warmth of her body against mine was irresistible as we lay entwined in each other's arms – our illicit affair far from over and showing no signs of slowing down anytime soon.

to be continued...