My Landlady

Hello there well I am Rahul from Bangalore and am 25 now Let me tell you
guys about my first experience in bed. Well it was with an older woman 
and since then I have a major thing for women older than me and they 
just drive me crazy with desire 

When I was 22 I began staying as a paying guest I had just begun a new
job and was trying to save as much as I could to splurge on my partying 
habits. My mother had contacted an old friend (Rekha) and arranged for 
me to live with her until could strengthen myself financially. 

I was obsessed then with females of any kind. Rekha, older than me, was
certainly not a sex goddess. She was around 40 and was pretty matronly 
in form with wide hips and large, succulent breasts. Her only child, a 
daughter, was married off in the U.S. Rekha was also a widow of more 
than five years, and my rent payments helped her increase her income 
from her salary. 

What shocked me, when I arrived, was that Rekha bore a very strong
resemblance to my own mother. She laughed when I mentioned this to her 
and told me that people used to think that she and my mother were 
sisters when they were young girls. Within a few days of moving in, I 
perceived that Rekha was treating me like her own child, increasing the 
motherly image in my mind. 

"Do you mind if I call you 'son?' instead of Rahul," Rekha asked one day
while setting out our breakfast. 

"No, not at all, but why?" I replied. 

"I always wanted a little boy, but I had only my daughter." 

"Could I call you 'mom'?" I asked; an inner perversity had caused me to
ask for that right. 

Just a slight pause, then she said, "Of course, son." 

I had recently read some stories about younger guys and older women
having sex; some even dealt with guys fucking their own mothers. I was 
fantasizing at times about having sex with Rekha, and I would let my 
eyes roam over her when she wasn't looking. All I dared was look 
because I was afraid that she would kick me out and tell my mother if I 
tried anything. I was obsessed with Rekha, and I constantly thought 
about pressing myself against her ample naked curves. These evil 
thoughts only increased my horniness and helped me masturbate with 
greater pleasure, and now we were "mom" and "son." 

When Rekha would serve our dinner in her kitchen, I would sneak looks at
her while pretending to read the paper. I could watch her body move 
under her clothing as she bent, reached, and turned. Breakfast was even 
better. She was always in a robe over a thin nightgown with bare legs 
and feet. Just two thin garments lay between my eyes and her naked 
body, and I could detect large nipples under the cloth. Sometimes I had 
trouble rising from the table due to an immense boner. We had somehow 
started referring to each other as "mommy" and "my baby boy." 

I could imagine her large breasts hanging over my face as she rode my
hard cock. Rekha probably had giant nipples, like thumbs, that I could 
latch my mouth onto. She could suffocate me with those large, soft 
boobs, and I would die willingly in a state of erotic bliss. 

Her mothering me and her resemblance to my own mother gave my obsession
a stimulating incestuous twist. I realized quickly that this made my 
fantasy even more exciting. My lust was driving me nuts. I had to have 
her soon, no matter what the risk. I even began to think of ways to 
rape her or drug her and schemed how I could get away with it. 

Rekha was a quiet, somewhat reclusive woman, and other than her work,
she never got out much except for shopping or a dinner and movie with a 
few lady friends. She had never married again and didn't take many 
opportunities to meet men. She would often tell me that one friend or 
another would talk about fixing her up with someone, but she would 
always say that she believed herself to be too unattractive. If she had 
only known her effect on me! 

I imagined that Rekha needed to have her pussy opened up again, like a
virgin, after so many years of disuse. My fantasy now contained the 
double excitement of fucking both my new mother and a virgin at the 
same time. 

Rekha had occasional headaches, and I began offering to massage her neck
and shoulders to help drive them off. My eager manipulations were, 
although amateurish, successful, and soon my hands roved over her neck, 
shoulders, and back whenever she needed my attention. Usually Rekha 
would be seated for these massages, but occasionally she would be 
standing and I would be pressed against her back. By keeping my mind on 
my fingers, I avoided probing her buttocks with my hardening cock. 

Rekha, having lived alone for so long, often bathed or dressed with
doors partly opened. If I were careful, I could see her now and then as 
she undressed or washed herself. A couple of times I could see her in 
the tub from the crack of my door. I would masturbate there, watching 
her wash her body and shooting my load onto the back of the door. My 
obsession was really driving me crazy, I began jerking off a couple of 
times a night, and I just couldn't get her out of my mind. I didn't 
care about the young babes any more. 

I was awakened in the middle of the night by the light in the bathroom.
When I pushed open the door, Rekha was standing there pressing a wet 
washcloth against her head. I noticed that she was dressed only in a 
thin nightgown, which clung to her curvy body, showing me the heavenly 
shapes beneath. 

"Baby, my head hurts again. Could you please rub my neck for a while?"
she whispered, seeing me standing there. 

"Of course, mommy," I answered. I moved behind her and began kneading
her neck. We were now both facing the mirror over the sink, and I could 
see her eyes were closed as she enjoyed my fingers on her neck. After a 
few minutes, Rekha began to make little purring noises, and my fingers 
roved widely over new areas of her soft, smooth skin. 

"My baby boy, you always make me feel so good," she sighed. 

"Yes, mommy dear." 

I slipped my hands inside the top of her nightgown to extend my massage
to her soft shoulders. Rekha leaned back against me. Up until then my 
cock was behaving, but her ass, brushing against it through my thin 
pajamas as she shifted her balance, was causing my penis to become 
increasingly erect. 

"This is so good, baby boy. Am I bothering you too much by asking you to
do this?" she asked. 

She was bothering me; she was definitely bothering me. I answered, "No,
mommy, I don't mind, so long as it makes you feel better." My hands and 
fingers kept working her soft flesh. "I love you so much, mommy; I want 
you to feel good." 

Suddenly she leaned forward, causing her ass to press hard against me. I
felt my hard cock slip between the cheeks of her ass. "Oh!" she gasped. 
"I'm sorry, baby; I lost my balance." 

"It's OK," I answered, but my cock sprang out through the fly of my
pajama bottoms. Before I could do anything about it, she turned toward 
me and then lowered her eyes to my crotch, which now had a large, 
fleshy hook for her to see. 

I felt my face flush, but Rekha's eyes were staring at my cock. "I'm
sorry..." I started to say, but Rekha interrupted me. 

"I didn't know that I was having this effect on you," she said. Now she
looked up at me face, examining my expression. 

"Yes," I replied. "You are a sexy, lovely woman." 

"Do you actually think I'm attractive?" 

"You are driving me crazy with desire." 

"Really?" 

"Yes, mommy, really. I'm crazy for you because you are so beautiful. I
want you; I want you now." There, now it was finally out in the open, 
and I didn't care. 

She stood there silently for a moment. Then she lifted her hands to the
top of her nightgown and undid a bow. The gown, assisted by a few 
wriggles, slid down her body and lay crumpled at her feet. I had been 
right; her erect nipples were as big as thumbs and jutted out from her 
rosy areolas, making my mouth water in anticipation. 

"Now do you want to have sex with me?" she asked. "Now that you can see
my sad, mature body, do you still want me?" 

I stepped back and looked her up and down. I saw her fleshy thighs, her
protuberant belly, her thick pubic hair, her soft, drooping breasts, 
and her anxious, pretty face. She was all I had imagined her to be. I 
wanted her so bad. 

"If you only knew how much I have wanted you," I replied. I let my
pajama bottoms join her nightgown on the floor and lifted my top off. I 
could see her eyes examining me. I put my arms around her and hugged 
her to me. Our naked flesh met at last. "More than anything else in the 
whole world," I whispered. "I love you so much, mommy." 

Her face turned up to mine, and we kissed lightly, then more deeply. My
hands were stroking her back. Her hands clutched me against her 
tightly, and I felt her shudder. At last she pushed me back, so she 
could look into my face again. She was silent for a moment. "You 
understand, my baby boy," she said, "that no one must ever know about 
this." 

"This if our special love," I replied. "This is between you and me, and
no one need ever know of it." 

She smiled at me. "Then it is all right," she said in a quiet whisper,
but the calm of her voice did not match the emotion in her face. "I 
can't become pregnant," she said. "We must be so careful. I can't let 
you enter me tonight; we might make a baby." 

I looked at her face and she lowered her gaze. She could see my cock
pointing right at her eyes. I knew that she wanted it inside her as 
much as I did. I did love her, and my fertile cock could do harm to 
her. I could never permit that. 

"We will need to be very careful then," I promised. 

I knelt before her, reached up with my lips and took a big nipple into
my mouth. I massaged her ass with one hand and fondled her second 
breast with the other. Rekha leaned into me and put her hands on my 
head, fluffing and stroking my hair. After I turned my mouth to her 
second nipple, she began to moan faintly. I let my hand slide down the 
crack of her buttocks and slipped it between her legs. Rekha slid a 
foot across the floor to spread her legs farther apart. 

"You are making me feel so good, my baby," she said while she caressed
my head and shoulders. "Am I being a good mommy to you?" she asked. Her 
words were revealing something to me. Perhaps she also had the same 
incestuous thoughts. 

"Mmmmm," I replied, nodding my head yes as I filled my mouth with her
soft tit. My fingers were now between her damp labia, stroking her 
inner lips and probing her vagina. 

"Oh, my baby, this is so bad, so wicked, but so awfully good," Rekha
moaned as my fingers and lips stimulated her. 

I knew something really bad I wanted to do. I picked her up and put her
down, seated on the counter edge, and began kissing her pussy. I felt 
her hands grab my hair. 

"Baby, no! What are you... oh, my god... ohhh... ohhhhh!" 

Before she could object further, I was well into lapping her wet cunt.
Soon the fingers, which had started to pull me away, were pushing my 
face against her furry mound. Her curvy legs lifted and wrapped around 
my head, her heels digging into my back. My lips and tongue worked her 
sweet pussy enthusiastically. 

"OH! OH! OHHHH! AAAGGHHHH" she cried and became rigid. I had not yet
finished with her and stroked her pussy again and again with my tongue 
lapping up her sweet juices. Rekha grunted and shook a few more times 
as I ate her out. 

Finally, Rekha, gasped, "Oh god, my sweet baby... I can't take any
more... I'm not used to this." I gave her one last lick across her 
clitoris before pulling away, feeling her body shudder. I kissed and 
kissed her inner thighs. Rekha stroked my head. 

"I love you so much, mommy," I murmured. 

"I've never done that before," she admitted quietly, "but it was so
good. It seemed so vulgar, but I couldn't stop you." 

"I've heard that many women really like it, so I wanted you to
experience the pleasure of my lips on your pussy," I answered. "We can 
enjoy each other with our mouths, and no babies will ever happen." I 
was gently caressing her body. 

"Can I please you somehow?" she asked. Rekha, I realized, had somehow
been sheltered from the arts of love. 

"I want you to suck my penis, mommy," I said. 

Rekha acted surprised. "You want to put it into my mouth?" she asked. I
nodded yes. I helped her down from the vanity counter and then pressed 
on her shoulders. Rekha understood; she knelt down in front of me. She 
took my penis in one hand and my balls in the other, looking up at me, 
not understanding my need. 

"Suck me, mommy; suck me off with your lovely mouth. I whispered. I
edged my hips toward her, placing my cockhead just in front of her 
lips, urging her on. She took the head into her mouth and start sucking 
and laving me with her tongue. As I directed her, she took me in deeper 
and then licked me like an ice cream pop. After I had suffered enough, 
I had her wank on me while she sucked. With a loud groan I began to 
squirt my semen into her mouth. Rekha gulped down each spurt and sucked 
all my cum out. Finally I eased her mouth from my waning cock. 

"Was that good, my baby?" Rekha asked as I pulled her up to me and
hugged her close. 

"Oh god, yes, mommy," answered. I kissed her lips, and she probed my
mouth with her tongue, now flavored with my semen. 

"I like this new game, baby boy," she said. "Come on to bed now; we need
to get up for work in a few hours." She led me to her bed, leaving our 
nightclothes on the floor. Soon we were asleep once again, nestled 
together. 

Well that was the beginning of a truly beautiful relationship that
carried on for a year and sadly for me she decided to join her daughter 
abroad after that. One thing I can say for sure is that she is the one 
woman that taught me so much about sex and kindled my fascination for 
older women