My first exp with freind's Mom Part-2

I went and opened the door. She quickly disappeared in the kitchen.

I opened the door and Amir's dad walked in. He closed his umbrella and wiped water from his forehead.

He glanced around and saw her sari and blouse on floor. He looked at me.

"This is not proper. She is my wife." He said. Probably the bravest thing he did in his life.

"What is not proper?" Still in her bra and underskirt, she walked out of the kitchen and fired back. Her eyes were now bursting with anger.

"What is the definition of wife? Have you given me anything people give their wives? What right do you have?"

I tried to walk away to give them some private time.

"I want you to be here." She stopped me.

For next half hour, she spilled out fire and venom, nothing else. All that was stored in for years had exploded. She told him each and every incident she felt insulted right from the night of rape. His mouth was agape and he sweated even in that chilly air. He was shocked to know that I knew it all.

Finally she calmed down and there was silence for a minute.

"You should go home." She told him."I will come back when I am ready."

"And if somebody asks what is your relation to this young boy, then what should I say?" He sounded more helpless than sarcastic.

"Tell them that only he stood for me when I needed support. Tell them that he is a very special person to me. And if they want to know more, tell them to mind their own business, if you have that much guts. Now if you will excuse me, I am getting cold and I need his help to change." With that, she walked around and stood behind me. Now I was standing between them.

"I paid for you so far. I paid for your food. I paid for your clothes. You owe me more respect than this." That was his best defence.

"Then wait a minute" She replied.

"Take off all my clothes." She told me, turning me around.

I helped her out of her underskirt. Now she was only wearing bra and panties.

How could Amir's dad take this? How come he still has nerve to stand there and see a friend of their son undressing his own wife? How come he did not stomp out?

I put my arms around her and unfastened her bra. I helped her out of straps. She was now naked waist up.

In the dimmed light, I was still able to appreciate her mere perfect beauty. Not even an ounce of extra fat. May be just a bit extra on belly, but that's it. Perfect shoulders and arms, perfect waist and perfect hips. Her milky white breasts were full , round and stood firm, her pink nipples erect, possibly because of cold or because of anticipation or both. God, I could see my self control crumbling.

Now there were only panties. I put my fingers in the waistband and pulled them down. In the fading evening light that came in, I still could make out her womanhood. Then I saw the panties slide down her shapely thighs and then out of her firm and tight calves, and then out of her beautiful feet.

As per her instructions, I bundled her clothes, picked the bag that I had earlier got from their house and handed it all to him.

She stood behind me, naked, looking at him.

"There are clothes you paid for. And about food, you just bought it. I cooked. So guess that evens it out."Â She closed the argument.

As he took her wet clothes, his face was white. He was probably looking at his wife's nudity after a long time. I think now the seriousness of situation hit him.

"I am sorry. Please come back home." He requested his naked wife.

"I will, when I am ready." She was firm.

She walked out and handed me a towel and signaled me to help her dry her waist long hair.

I ran my fingers through her hair and she smiled. After all, it was all a game, right? Just to make him jealous and make him leave?

I sat in the chair, then I took her in my lap. As I rubbed her hair with towel, I wrapped my other hand around her, to keep her steady.

As my hand wrapped around her shapely narrow waist and rested on her stomach, I could not help being a little frisky. I opened my hand and rested my thumb between her lovely breasts.

She blankly stared at her husband and he still stood there like a stupid.

The situation felt like stalemate. I had to break it.

I brought my second hand at her front and cupped her breasts with both hands. She looked at me in surprise. I squeezed them gently. She partially closed her eyes and sighed.

Her breasts were firm, but still yielded in my hands. The nipple slid through my fingers and ended up in my palm.

This was too much for her husband. He turned around and walked out.

As my fingers continued to dig into her breasts, they changed shape. She rested her body on me, closed her eyes and sighed in satisfaction. She brought up one of her hands and ran through my hair. I continued on her breasts with my fingers. I enjoyed the feeling that I was changing the shape of her body. It felt like satisfying a strange primal male urge of being in charge. I continued to play with those beautiful things with my fingers for several minutes.

Then she turned sideways. We looked in each other's eyes. She was breathing heavy and her eyes full of desire.

I got up and went to close the windows. While shutting blinds of the window, what I saw surprised me. Her husband was outside the window, trying to watch inside. God, I hated him now. If he had attacked me or if he had left the house and gone away, I would have had a tiny bit of respect and sympathy left for him. But he stood at the window and looked in like a coward.

I left those blinds partially open.

I helped her on her feet. She stood before me, naked, vulnerable, wounded and beautiful.

I took out my shirt and threw away. I just had my jeans on.

Then I embraced her. Her breasts flattened on my chest, as we were in first skin to skin half naked embrace. As I lifted her, she wrapped her legs around me. I carried her to the window and lowered her down on the seal. Her legs were still wrapped around me, and her bare back to the window. She was unaware that her husband was outside, just couple of feet away.

I kissed her. A deep, warm kiss. A forbidden lust. I kissed Amir's naked mom. She wrapped both her naked legs and arms

around me and smiled. I looked at Amir's dad outside and he returned my glance. Keeping eyes locked with him, I ran my hands through her smooth, silky, waist long hair flowing on her bare back. I grasped her hair and tied them in a lose bun. It rested on her beautiful neck. Now her back was completely exposed.

With one hand, I opened the blinds fully and with other hand, I opened my zip and pulled my penis out. Opening the blinds provided her hubby with a total clear picture of the bare back of his naked wife.

I brought both my hands in front and started kneading her breasts. Still challenging her husband outside in blink-first game, I engaged her in deep tongue kiss and started rubbing my penis on outer lips of her womanhood. She was already wet and inviting. Her arms were around my neck, and she was trying to push my hips in her with her feet.

For a minute of two, I teased her, and him too. I pushed just the head of my penis into her and waited long time, savoring the moment, torturing both of them. He was still looking at me, and I wish I could tell him through my eyes, through telepathy, how wonderful my penis felt inside her. I wish I could tell him how warm and velvety she was inside. I wish I could tell him what he missed all these years, as we continued the blink-first challenge.

Then in a slow, gentle motion, I pushed. All the way inside. She moaned softly. The soft, puffy lips between her thighs seemed to hesitate at first, then they yielded to make way for my aggression. As my skin slid on her warm, wet insides, her outer folds closed on the bottom my penis. I pulled her even more tightly.

When I actually slid inside her, it sent a gentle jolt through her body. Her body was able to slide a bit forward, impaled on my penis . The jolt was unmistakably noticed even by her husband, as he saw our the distance between our waists suddenly disappearing. He just sat down, as if he suddenly lost his strength and held his head in his hands, watching in disbelief.

Ah, my first woman. As I focused on the warm, soft, velvet sensation coming from the mid section of my body, I closed my eyes and forefeited the blink-first match. I don't think it made him feel like a winner though.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck. My penis inside her. One of my hand on her breast and the other on the back of her neck, clutching her hair bun. Our lips locked and our tongues wrestling. We could not have been more closer, more intimate.

Still continuing to kiss her, I moved one hand away from her neck and waived him goodbye. He gave me a last empty look and started walking away. For a brief moment, I pitied him.

I stood still for a few seconds. She was almost begging for motion.

I looked at her and took her face in my palms. "This was to salute your beauty and charm and also to complete your revenge with your husband." I said.

She kept looking at me.

Then I pulled out of her, as slowly as I slid in. "And this is because you are still under treatment and not in stable mind. And because you could still conceive a child and we are not using any protection. When you are fully recovered in body in mind and are able to think straight, we will take it from here. We will take it anywhere you want."

Her eyes were full of tears. I carried her to the bedroom. I slowly lowered her down on bed, tucked her in blanket and walked out. I stretched on sofa , looking at the window seal where I passed the biggest test of my strength.

I knew that men in the town lusted for her. I entered her today, her husband watching less than three feet away. I could have kept going on, had I not thought about her.

I knew her husband saw me enter her. I didn't care. I knew that Amir was going to wonder what is happening between his friend and his mom. I wonder what would he have done, had he been there watching with his dad. I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was a beautiful , sexy, mature, naked woman.