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SAROJ AUNTY – SEXY ANAL-LOVING MILF

Hi all, its Ali here!

I’m back with yet another thrilling memory, this time it’s about Saroj Aunty, my sexy next-door neighbor MILF. She was one of the few older women whom I found incredibly attractive and sexy during my teens. If you want to know how I seduced my shy but sexy neighbor and turned her into a lusty cheating anal-loving fuck-friend, read on.

(I hope you like this experience as much I did. Please feel free to RATE, FAVORITE and COMMENT on this post so I can keep posting experiences with more casual and kinky fuck-buddies. Cheers!)

About Me

I’m Ali. I’m 5’10”-tall, fair-skinned and quite attractive with dark long hair, a sculpted face, and a trim muscular physique. Back then, I was around 20 years old, and had found my vice in books, bikes and booty. I am fun-loving and a silent type, and tend to stay quiet mostly. Still, I can turn on my charm in an instant and attract anyone I want. Ever since I lost my virginity to my older cousin Dee in my teens, I have been hooked to sex.

I come from a wealthy but ultra-conservative Muslim family and was born and brought up in a medium-sized city in central India. As most of my family is extremely religious, I had to keep my numerous sexual relationships completely secret from everyone. I have an extremely high libido and have fun finding new women and girls to fuck. This has led to me to have secrete sexual relationships with several people I know, including some from my family, my college classmates, teachers, professors, co-workers, and even neighbors, like Saroj Aunty.

About Saroj

Saroj Sarkar was in her mid-30s back then, and a mother of two. Saroj Aunty, as I call her, is around 5’5″-tall and weighs 65 Kg, with the fat placed perfectly on her thick luscious body. Motherhood had endowed her with an amazingly curvy figure, with soft round 34D boobs, slim 32-inch waist that flared out to gorgeous wide hips and huge fluffy 45-inch buttocks. She has thick but shapely legs, with small cute feet that make her giant round ass wobble delightfully when she walks.

Normally, Saroj Aunty is shy, soft-spoken, conservative but very affectionate too. As I grew up, I found her thick curvy figure extremely attractive and began fantasizing about her often. When going out, she’d usually wear a loose Salwar-Suit or Sari-Blouse combo, which still failed to hide her lovely wide hips. At home, she normally wore tight-fitting sleeveless nighties or a long loose T-shirt with a fitting satin pajama bottom which outlined her luscious round boobs and ass clearly.

Despite her shyness, secretly, Saroj is an extremely lusty woman. After her seduction, she confessed having had a weird obsession with me. After our first time together where I showed her the skills I’d learned down the years, she got desperate for my cock and we frequently had some fantastic fucks.

Background

Saroj has a daughter Sonali (who I’d first fucked a few months ago), and a 10-year old son. Her husband was around 40 and worked in the Railways. They lived next-door on a small plot of land next to our huge 2-acre property, in a small single-story 5-room house. As I’ve mentioned, Sonali used to be a close friend of my twin-sister Lubna and would often come over to my home to play.

In turn, Saroj would also frequently invite me and my sister over to her house to play with Sonali. She was always caring and extremely affectionate. As a kid, I was extremely cute, so women and girls always found me adorable. Still, I’d feel awkward with her tight hugs and the smothering kisses all over my face. However, Aunty would always cook some special snacks for us whenever we went over, and this was something I eagerly looked forward to, because Saroj is an excellent cook.

Her husband, on the other hand, actively tried to avoid us. If he was not working a day-shift, he’d be in the bedroom with the speakers loudly playing old Bollywood songs. He was quite grumpy and he barely spoke a few words whenever our paths crossed, so I learned to ignore him. Thankfully, he had rotating day and night shifts so he was usually not at home.

By the time I turned 15, I stopped hanging out with my sister and her friends. Soon, my twin gradually stopped playing with Sonali, and as a result we also quit going over to play.

Still, my mom would often send me over to Saroj Aunty’s house whenever she cooked something special, just to be a good neighbor.

If at such time she was alone at home, Aunty would invite me in and chat with me for some time. During our conversations, I often caught Saroj staring at me and deep in thought. She’d also started getting flirty. She’d tease me about having girlfriends in college and I’d play along. I’d blush and stammer an excuse which she seemed to find adorable for some reason. Besides this, she’d grown overtly affectionate too. She didn’t hesitate to casually touch my arms and back or press my thigh while escort yakacık talking. I was now grown up, and welcomed her accidental touches.

By then, I’d started finding her attractive too, and her flirty-touchy behavior added to the attraction. Initially, I ignored her actions as being the same old affectionate aunt I knew as a kid, but then her flirting became bolder. When I turned 18, Saroj became even more expressive with her affections. This made me fantasize more frequently about her. Finally, I decided to take a bold step and respond to her advances.

So, I began gently flirting and “accidentally” touching her too. I’d praise her cooking and comment on her looks too. I never lost a chance to touch her sexy curvy assets too.

For instance, when we’d sit together on the sofa in her living-room, I’d also casually brush my arm on hers. From up close, I’d stare in her eyes and listen attentively to her animated chatting. Often, my eyes would slip down to watch her lovely large boobs wobble with her hand gestures. Her wide hips looked even bigger when she sat and made her huge fluffy ass-cheeks squish out on both sides on the sofa-seat.

Or if I was in the kitchen while she cooked and we chatted, I’d discretely ogle her lovely curvy figure. The tight nighties and fitting pajama-bottoms only accentuated her soft large boobs, slim waist, wide hips and jiggling big butt. When she’d ask me to hand her something I found her furtively staring at me as I bent over to grab it from a bottom drawer, or stretched up to reach the top cabinet. Then she’d unfailingly brush her soft hand on mine when I passed it to her. This always sent a jolt of excitement down my back.

Sometimes, she’d ask help to move a piece of heavy furniture and I’d always find a way to brush against her fluffy big tits or press her lovely wobbly ass-cheeks. Saroj didn’t seem to mind it, or if she did she didn’t show it, and went on doing her work. Gradually, Saroj aunty grew bolder and I also became emboldened in my own way. Soon, our short but furtively hot meetings left us both quite turned on.

I could tell Saroj Aunty got horny after our flirty-touchy trysts with the way she sweated, her hands trembled, and the look of silent desperation on her face. I always had trouble hiding my huge hard-on in my pants whenever I left her house.

I continued to flirt with Saroj Aunty even after I fucked Sonali in April 2005 before fate finally decided to intervene and led me to fuck my fantastic MILF neighbor from next-door.

COMING TO THE STORY

How I Fucked Saroj Aunty and Her Amazing Ass

(1PM – 5PM, Sunday 7 August 2005)

It was Saturday evening, when I was walking back from the neighborhood soccer-field after practice that I met Saroj Aunty. I was wearing the muddy soccer outfit because we’d been playing while it rained. It had stopped now, but I was soaking wet with water and sweat after the 2-hour long practice.

Saroj was standing at her gate, feeding the stray dogs when she looked up and saw me. I quickly took in the tight white-colored Salwar-Suit she had on. It’s deep neckline plunged down and showed off an enormous amount of cleavage as she was bent over to feed the dogs. The long top fitted tighter around her lovely wide hips. The loose Salwar she wore stuck to her thick thighs and outlined her wonderfully shaped calves.

“Hello Ali!” Saroj smiled wide, and slowly stood upright.

“Hi, aunty.” I replied, smiling and stopped to talk to her.

“How was soccer practice?” She asked, stepping close to me.

“It was good, aunty.” I replied, suddenly getting excited when I got a whiff of her scent.

We chatted for a couple of minutes about this and that, and I tried hard not to ogle her lovely round boobs and the couple of inches of deep tight cleavage from up close. She kept shuffling from one foot to another, which made her fluffy large boobs jiggle enticingly. Her broad rounded hips also swayed wonderfully with her smallest movements.

“Tomorrow’s Sunday. Do you have any plans for the afternoon?” Saroj asked.

“Um, no. I don’t think so.” I replied, wondering why she’d asked me.

“Great! So why don’t you have lunch at my home? I’ll make your favorite food.” Saroj said, and smiled encouragingly.

I paused for a second, figuring that it would be awkward having lunch with Sonali right there. Though I was confident Saroj was completely unaware of the secret sexual fling her daughter had with me, I still tried to hide that Sonali and I knew each other closely. As far as Saroj was aware, Sonali and I rarely talked much now that we were grown up.

Still, I’d already admitted that I didn’t have any plans so I agreed. Saroj got excited at hearing this and told me to be at her home by 1 PM. I promised her I would and then left for my house the next door.

Early on Sunday morning, a friend took me to another friend’s dorm room to smoke up. I put on a plain black T-shirt bayan escort istanbul with a pair of matching black jeans over black boxer shorts. The weather was pretty humid so I wore a pair of black sneakers to go. I had my cell-phone, wallet and favorite Zippo lighter in my pockets.

At the dorm room, I met up with a half dozen guys and we started smoking up and chilled for a few hours. Though I was getting increasingly high as time went by, my thoughts kept turning to the lunch I was invited to. Initially, I wondered if I should call up and cancel it with some excuse. But then I figured it would be rude, so I didn’t. Instead, I began getting excited with the prospect of seeing Saroj Aunty and ogling her sexy sweet body.

Before 1 PM, I asked a friend who was sober enough to ride, to drop me back home. I was pretty stoned and had a good buzz going, but I was completely functional. I’d had some chewing-gum to hide the stink of weed and cigarette on my breath. The weather was pleasant as the clouds had returned, and there was a cool breeze blowing. It helped refresh me too.

I asked to be dropped off just outside my neighborhood and waited for my friend to ride off. Then I walked the semi-deserted streets and called up Saroj Aunty. She picked up the call on the third ring.

“Hi, Ali.” Saroj greeted cheerful as ever, “You’re coming, right?” She asked quickly.

“Yes, of course. I called to ask if I should come now. I don’t want to be too early.” I replied.

“Of course, you can come right over. I’m waiting.” Saroj said, and ended the call before I could say anything.

Once I reached my street I slowed down to make sure no one was around before I quickly snuck into her house. The steel main-gate was parted, and out of habit I closed it behind me. As I did that, my mind quickly went back to the numerous times I’d done the same thing when I’d snuck to fuck Sonali in the past few months. I shrugged the exciting thoughts away, and composed myself as I walked across the small yard to the main-door.

Seeing the main-door closed, I quickly slipped my shoes off on the shoe-rack outside. I was about to knock on the door when it opened to reveal Saroj.

“Come in, Ali.” Saroj smiled wide and invited me in.

I was surprised to see no one else in the living-room. The house was silent too and I wondered what her husband and her kids were doing. After a quick glance around the brightly lit large living-room I turned to look at Saroj.

Aunty looked enticing in a cream-colored tight-fitting Salwar-Suit. She wasn’t wearing a dupatta (scarf) to cover her chest, so a few inches of her lovely low cleavage were clearly visible. The top fitted perfectly on her slim waist and wide hips. The Salwar she wore clung tight to her huge round ass, thick thighs and shapely calves. She was barefoot, but her feet looked cute with bright red nail-polish. She wore her long straight hair in a tight bun high on her head, with bright pink lipstick on her lovely plump lips.

I glimpsed all this before quickly turning my gaze away before she turned back from locking the door. She turned to me with a smile and quickly stepped closer before embracing me in a tight hug.

“Oh.” I breathed in shock at her sudden firm hug but she quickly stepped back and only smiled.

“Aunty, where’s everyone else?” I asked, watching her giant bubble-butts wobble delightfully as she led me to the dinner-table.

“My husband’s taken them to visit his sister for the day. I didn’t want to eat alone, so I thought I could invite you for lunch.” Saroj explained and turned her face to look back at me and smile wide.

“Oh, all right.” I muttered, surprised at hearing this.

Then I quickly got excited. The thought of spending a couple of hours alone with my sexy neighbor, if just to ogle her lovely mature figure, was thrilling. I was very high and thus easily aroused so my brain quickly went through the possibility of seducing Saroj. But I brushed the thought away, figuring it to be extremely risky. However, my buzzing horny brain countered with flashes of all the times she’d flirted heavily and had been overtly affectionate in the past few years. I was almost convinced that Saroj aunty was trying to seduce me.

So, I decided to take a chance if I saw an opening.

Aunty made me sit at the head of the small six-seat wood-topped dinner-table. It was placed in the right-hand corner of the living-room, and gave a clear view of the semi-open plan kitchen beyond the living-room. Saroj went to get the food from the kitchen and had to take a few trips to and fro. This way, I had a front-row to watch her lovely large tits jiggle and her enormous ass-cheeks wobble as she walked back and forth the few meters between the kitchen and dinner-table.

I was thankful I was seated and Saroj could not see the slightly noticeable bulge in my crotch. My thick dick was getting aroused with the way her wonderful wide hips swayed incredibly escort bağdat caddesi with each step. Her huge butt-cheeks collided and pressed against the other, looking incredibly alluring and tempting me to smack them. I clenched my fist on the table and furtively ogled her sexy shaking assets.

All through this, aunty kept making small talk and I kept mumbling short replies. Once she’d brought the last dish from the kitchen Saroj pulled a chair close to my left.

I closed my eyes and took a whiff of her sweet perfume and felt a slight shiver of arousal run down my back. Then I opened my eyes to watch her serving the food in two plates. From up close, I had an even better view of her lovely deep cleavage. Her soft big boobs shook slightly with her movements. The sleeveless top showed off her wonderful white arms. She wore a few white-colored glass bangles on her wrists which clinked and jingled. I leaned back and looked down to quickly ogle her bountiful broad hips, huge squished ass-cheeks and thick shapely thighs.

Saroj aunty had made several vegetarian foods that I liked. She was a Buddhist and was strict vegetarian though her husband and kids loved the Biryani my mom sent at least once a month. Still, Saroj could cook even the simplest vegetable in an incredibly delicious way and I was smitten with her cooking from years.

As we started eating, Saroj as usual began talking. She started with some gossip from the neighborhood. Then several minutes later, she asked me about college. After a few questions about my studies she started teasing me by playfully asking about my “girlfriends”. At first, I tried to ignore the question but then she persisted so I admitted I was single, but hinted that I had more than enough experience where it counted. This piqued her interest and she began flirting.

Saroj began joking about me being a popular stud at college and commented that I probably attracted a lot of girls. At this, I boldly hinted that I did, and not just the young girls. Saroj seemed shocked to learn this, and asked me to elaborate. So, I told her about how most of my teachers liked me a lot, without confessing openly that it had led to sexual relationships. But she seemed to get the hint and her eyes widened in surprise. Still, she didn’t comment and kept playing along with witty quips and giggles.

Soon, we finished eating and sat at the table sipping water after the hearty meal. This was when

Saroj caught my thigh and pressed it while insisting I be frank about my sexual experience.

“Aunty, what are you saying? You know it’s a sin in my religion, right?” I said, pretending to be shocked.

Saroj suddenly looked uncomfortable, but then I suddenly burst out laughing and she realized I was joking. She realized I hadn’t denied it outright, so she persisted, eventually promising to keep it a secret. I tried to playfully avoid answering which got her even more curious.

Her touch on my thigh had sent an involuntary shiver of excitement through me but I somehow hid it. Feeling her warm soft hand so close to my semi-aroused cock made me incredibly nervous but excited at the same time. Then she scooted her hand up from my thigh and began caressing my back casually while coaxing me to talk.

My mind was stormy with conflicting thoughts for a few seconds. I wondered if this was the chance I was waiting for. I knew she could be trusted to keep my secret if I revealed that I had casual sex-partners, but without taking any names. Still, I hesitated and thought hard. Eventually, I revealed about having had sex with Ankita, the ladies-tailor who lived right across the soccer-field from Saroj’s house. She was actually Saroj’s tailor too.

So, without revealing any identifying details, I started telling her how Ankita had seduced me. I went into the small details like how she flirted and was overtly affectionate. Then the way she revealed her unhappy sexual life and finally convinced me to fuck her. As I talked, I was watching aunty’s face and was thrilled to see her listening with rapt attention. Her expressions changed from wonder to disbelief, then to a strangely tense expression as I continued to recount the several times I’d fucked Ankita.

When I finished, Saroj was completely silent and seemed lost in thought. I let her be and sat back, simply watching her. She was gazing at the table thoughtfully and I took the opportunity to once again ogle her lovely curvy body from the side. My thick semi-aroused cock was now making a bigger bulge as it pushed against my tight jeans. Thankfully, it was hidden from view under the dinner-table and I managed to discretely press it down.

“You mean to say that this woman called you multiple times to her home to… have sex. And she’s taking the risk of being found out by her husband or kids?” Saroj eventually turned and blurted out all the questions.

So, I explained the precautions she takes to keep our sexual fling a secret from not just her family, but also from the neighbors. This seemed to be very interesting to Saroj and she listened attentively and asked me several more such questions. I got excited when I saw her get so interested on how to keep an extra-marital affair secret. But I continued to talk, keeping things relative and practical.

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