Lockdown Led To Be Locked In With A Milf Mom

This story I am going to narrate resulted in one of the best sex adventures I have had so far.

The heroine of the story is Mona (not her real name). She is not a great bomb, but a very sexy milf mom. She is around 34 years with a ten-year-old daughter. I saw her for the first time in our apartment complex on the second day of the lockdown.

The milkman had not come. But the association had arranged for packets of milk to be delivered to the apartment. Mona had not placed a request for milk the previous night. So she was left without any milk. Somebody suddenly asked me if I was fine to give her half a packet if I could.

I readily agreed and handed her half a liter of the blue packet. While giving it to her, my fingers touched her fingers, and there was current in my body. I don’t know why, but it was an instant attraction. She did not have a great figure, probably 32 size boobs and a small ass (not the kind I love).

She said thanks and went away. I was wondering who this sexy milf could be as I had never seen her here before. The same day, in the evening, I went to the terrace to walk a bit. The apartment gates were locked, and going outside was prohibited.

I was surprised to see the same beauty there walking with my friend, another sexy female who is going through a divorce. My friend greeted me and introduced me to Mona. I learned that Mona had come to look after her aged mother, who was alone.

She was looking extremely beautiful in a red t-shirt, black track pants, and frameless glasses. She looked like Preity Zinta in her younger days. I couldn’t help pressing my dick once. We began to walk and talk casually. This activity began a regular one every evening.

One evening when I went to the terrace, Mona was already there talking to another sexy milf mom She is the mother of a year-old baby girl. I was tempted to pick her up in my arms. But the moment I went near her, she started crying, and her mother picked her up.

Mona meanwhile started teasing me that children don’t like to come near me. I just made a frowning face and said nothing. The next day,  Mona picked up the child when she cried. Now, my wicked mind had a crooked idea. I went near the child and started calling the child to come to me, but the child refused.

As if to take the child by force, I started pulling the child towards me but ensured my right hand was gently pressing Mona’s right boobs. This was the first time I felt her boobs, and believe me, it was awesome. I have had many boobs at my disposal before, but this one was special.

The child did not come to me, but my dream was fulfilled. Mona did not show any reaction, but I was sure she realized what I was doing. The next day again, it repeated.

One day I was late going to the terrace, and it was dark. I found Mona walking listening to music on her mobile. She saw and greeted me. I started walking with her. She slowly started talking about how her daughter would not listen to her in matters of studies, and she was worried.

I spoke to her in detail about it and gave some tips on how she can generate interest in studies. Mona asked me if I could counsel her daughter. I was more than happy to do it as I sensed I could become close to Mona. The next day the child came, and I spent some half an hour giving her tips.

This went on for a couple of days. On the third day, Mona also landed with the child with a plate filled with some delicious dish she had prepared. She offered it to me saying I would like it. I ate and appreciated her gesture. I slowly said that the dish was yummy like her. She turned red.

Then later, one day, she asked me for my number. I gave it to her. I saved her number, and that night, I simply sent a hi. She said hi, and then I said she looks like a doll in the dp. She just sent a smiley and said, thanks. Now it had reached the next level.

One day I proposed the idea of pot luck. So it was decided that Mona, the common lady friend and I would have dinner at my place. Mona prepared something yummy, and so did I. We all ganged up at my place, and we enjoyed the delicious food.

After dinner, the kids wanted to play a game, and they started playing dumb charades. Mona and I were just spectators. I went and sat next to her. I placed my left hand on the couch just behind her ass but without touching it. Mona suddenly adjusted herself, and hurrah, her ass was now touching my fingers.

I further moved my hand, and now I could feel the flesh over her track pants. I slowly started moving the fingers up and down, and I could feel her panty line. I am a huge fan of panties. I just could not control my erection. Mona also was pretending that nothing was happening.

I slowly moved my feet to touch her feet. Neither she pulled her feet away nor I. I slowly lifted my foot a little and pressed it on her right foot. A small smile escaped her lips, but she didn’t look at me. The kids then finished the game, and it was time to go. They wished a good night and left.

One day when I went to the terrace, it was dark. Mona was already there in her red t-shirt and track pants strolling with earphone plugged. I greeted her and started walking. She suddenly stopped to show me something on the mobile. I gestured her to move towards the parapet wall.

We both stood next to each other with our shoulders touching. I slowly left my right hand down and bang it went. It rested just below her waist at a point where her ass flesh could be felt. It was an amazing feeling. My heart was racing at a million miles an hour.

I slowly opened my hands, enabling my right palm to touch her ass cheek. She pushed herself a little forward creating a gap between the wall and her ass. My hand was now between her ass and the wall. She came back a little, and wow, my right palm was now grabbing her left ass cheek gently.

I could feel the outline of her panty. I don’t know what happened, but I gently squeezed her ass. She did not utter a word. We were like this for some time when her daughter came running towards us, and we had to move apart. It ended there, and we left after some time.

The next day her daughter came home to learn her lessons, and Mona also accompanied her. I gave her daughter some work. Mona and I began looking at the syllabus on the laptop. She was holding the laptop in such a way I could easily slide my hand into her boobs.

My palm was now in contact with her boobs. I started applying pressure with the back of my palms on her boobs. It became unbearable for both of us, and we sat on the sofa. We continued discussing, but neither of us was making sense. Her daughter suddenly got up and said she wanted to play with her friends.

Then without waiting for any response from either of us, she just ran out of the house. I took this opportunity and, without a second thought, squeezed Mona’s boobs. She started resisting me, but the resistance was in vain. I got up and slid my hand inside her t-shirt and gently squeezed her left boob over the bra.

I could control it no longer. I inserted the hand inside the bra and started playing with the nipples. I must have played for sometime when Mona said, “Nannage innu thadiyakke aagthilla.” (I can’t tolerate this any more.)

I looked at her face and holding her head from the back, pulled her towards me and kissed her. She did not open the mouth initially, but later she too started cooperating. My tongue was entangled in hers, and my right hand was squeezing those lovely melons over her t-shirt.

I slid my left hand down her back to hold her left ass cheek. I then slowly inserted my right hand from under her t-shirt. I held her right boob with my palm and slowly started squeezing them. I slid my hand from above the bra and started playing with her nipples.

The nipples were standing in full glory. I got up and locked the door, and holding Mona by the hand, led her to the bedroom. I looked at her face. She was not looking at me but looking down. I made her sit on the bed and whispered into her ears. “Nannage neevu beku.” (I want you.)

She simply closed her eyes and leaned back to rest herself on the bed with her legs still on the ground. I inserted my hand under her knees and slowly kept her legs on the bed. She was now lying completely on my bed, holding both her hands on her stomach. I bent forward and kissed her lips.

Her whole face was red now, and eyes half-closed. I held her boobs again and pressed them slightly. I started pulling her t-shirt up and saw those milky white jugs in a black bra. I just could not resist. I hid my face between her boobs and said, “I love you.”

She did not say anything but just tilted her face to the left and said, “Idhu saadya illa.” (This is not possible.) I took my hand to her navel and started making circles and pinching her navel. She just moaned a little bit and bit her lips.

I then slid my hand inside her track pants and started massaging her love hole over her soaking panty. I then slid my hand inside and felt like I was in heaven when I felt those lovely wet cunt lips. I could feel those tiny hairs covering the precious treasure that I was about to devour.

I went back to her t-shirt and started pulling it up. She helped me do it by raising her shoulder slightly. I removed it and threw it on the floor. I then started kissing her cleavage and then the stomach. Then I started sliding the track pants down.

When it reached the ankles, she pulled both her knees up in a folding position. I removed it completely from her. Now my love was sleeping with a pair of black bra and a blue panty with flower prints. I could not tolerate it anymore. I removed my t-shirt and pants.

I threw them next to where my darling’s clothes were and laid down beside her in my jockey. I started moving my hands through her hair and kissed her cheeks. Her eyes were moist. I was not sure if it was due to guilt or pain or fear or pleasure. I was not in a mood to stop it either.

I put my hands behind and unclasped the bra. She extended her hand forward to help me separate it from her body. Now the most beautiful pair of love jugs were in front of my eyes. I took the right nipple in my mouth and started making circles around it. My right hand was rubbing her juicy hole.

She was running her hand through my hair. I then put my hand on her ass and started squeezing them. Her hand had now reached my throbbing member, and she started pressing it. I got up and removed my underwear and then pulled her panty down.

My love was now sleeping completely naked except for a small mangalsutra around her neck (a chain to indicate marriage) and anklets and toe ring. I asked her if she was in the safe period to which she just nodded. I slept on her holding my dick in my right hand and started pressing it on her hole.

It went in a bit, and I could feel my foreskin going back. I gave a small thrust, and now my brother was inside my darling’s wet juicy warm hole. It felt heavenly. I started making small movements thrusting my dick in and out but holding it with my hand.

This is a practice that I have developed from the time I lost my virginity to my neighbor aunt. I must have rammed for about 4 minutes when Mona also started reciprocating by lifting her ass up. I knew she was thoroughly enjoying it. After another 2 minutes, I whispered, “Aagthide.” (I am about to cum.)

I checked with her again if it was fine to cum inside. She just nodded, and then with a loud moan, I emptied my juice into her womb. I just put my head on her shoulders and once again said, “I love you.” After that, I got up. My dick was wet with my cum and her cum. I took the edge of the bedsheet and wiped it.

I lay beside her and put my hand on her stomach and hugged her. I could see tears running down from the edge of her eyes. I felt sad thinking that probably it was wrong, but both of us knew this had to happen. We both got up. She put her head on my chest and started running her hand over my hairy chest.

I kissed her forehead and hugged her. We got down from bed, wore our clothes, and came back to the living room. She sat for some time and said she needs to go. I opened the door, and she left, holding her laptop in her hand. I think I have fallen in love with her.

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