Seduction of Mom's Girlfriend

I am 21, a good looking, athletic and charming guy. I got the good looks from my parents and athleticism and charm was developed from spending the whole of my formative years in an elite boarding school. It was only for boys, and sports were as important as studies. The principal and the teachers were mostly ladies, though, of great looks and good families. I've got all the chances one needed to hone one's charms, as you had to be adventurous enough to charm the high society misses of school. About that, later. In college, opportunity was suddenly much greater as the girls are much more impressionable than my earlier school teachers, and I had great success with the girls without hampering my studies at all. I had my rented flat at one of the high-class colonies with wide roads and leafy trees, which is where I got inside many panties of many girls. Short, tall, white, creamy white, ebony, bushy, shaved, the lot. Different shades of vaginal aroma, different likes and dislikes, demure, bold, and slutty all sorts. About that too, later. But college was where I found myself, understood what I want to do in life. Seduce a lot of girls. And to make them come begging while keeping is with the studies and career. Which brings me to the current story?

You see, my parents have a dysfunctional family. My mother is a sexy lady with a great body and matching attitude who had gotten married early with my father who was much older and had different tastes from my mother's. Father was more interested in looking after his family business of plantation, which kept him in the hills for the most part while mom was the society girl who liked her society causes of feminism, world peace etc. and the glitz of the metropolis. I was born in the first year of their marriage which mom didn't want and reportedly, didn't ever come to like me while I was brought up by a nanny and eventually sent off to boarding school. Mom and dad lived separately from early times of their marriage which continues even now. Maybe dad's guilty pleasure with the hill girls and mom's guilty pleasure with her city girlfriends have kept each from marrying again.

Anyway, mom having never owned me and never coming to meet me at school; I grew up as a stranger from her. Only when I was in college, she came to meet me once or twice, having perhaps felt some guilt about me, but it was like boy meeting girl, as she was only 17 years older than me and quite a bomb, and it was an awkward meeting, not like a mom-son meeting, and there was no contact between us, except one farewell hug, but she did invite me to settle in the city and stay home after college, just to break an awkward silence than anything else, I think.

But the hug electrified me and made me think. Her boobs were big but supple, not like melons but mangoes, just the size that you could probably squeeze them together so as to suck both nipples together but without any sag. She had a flat but well-rounded tummy with deep navel, skin color of milk, pink lips, big eyes and luscious hair that fell somewhat below her shoulder. All of that in her five feet five inches tall body made her look like a girl that I would like to do many things with, I thought while she stood looking at the floor during one of those periods of awkward silence before leaving. As she left, I also had an opportunity to take in the sight of her large shapely buttocks, draped in the blue sari pulled tight around her lower body, and I felt the heat rise from my stomach and travel to my loins. My graduation was one year away, and I told myself, you could not be so flawless Nina, I am sure when those delicious ass mounds are pulled apart, there is sweat, and pulled tighter apart, you smell dirty, little girl. I will try to find out.

I shifted to my house after college, and started businesses, which were small but will grow, and importantly, did not take all my day's time. Plus, I did freelance IT related work which I could do from home, plus, started giving tuition in the same, for which too, there was a big market. All of these left me with free time and didn't take extra effort, and I was earning good money which I didn't need anyway, having a big family mansion to share with mom and being the only heir to my wealthy father. I had free time to study mommy dearest and to bring her to her knees, little by little.

Mom was a socialite, and a women right activist. She also dabbled in art, poetry and suchlike. She headed, or was associated with several women right groups. I found that she had a small number of visitors, all elegant ladies, who came visiting her and sometimes spent the night in her part of the house. There would be English music and wine those nights.

She lived in one wing of the first floor of our big family mansion and I moved into the other wing, each wing a self-contained apartment. You could not know what was going on inside and could only see the visitors coming and going. Sometimes, when she was free, mom would call me for breakfast and I joined and had normal chitchat. I noticed that the normal mom son relationship hasn't developed between us and was glad for that. I found mommy as an independent woman of strong convictions and a reserved woman, who took her work seriously and pushed herself hard for her cause. But I had read many girls before and the picture they present is normally different from the girl they are deep within.

So I read mommy to be an insecure girl deep down which accounted for the fact that she maintained a reserved posture before me, developed only a strictly cordial friend relationship with me and that, of all the girls and society women who came to visit her, she seemed to have only one, Sandhya, better known as Sandy, who came to spend nights with her, and would invariably be there in advance if some party was being thrown by mom. She seemed to be mom's de facto manager. I also met her during one or two such breakfast visits to mom and she seemed to be chatty, opposite to Nina's reserved personality. While Nina would wrap a house coat over her nightie and never give me a peek into her assets and was more reserved, Sandy was dressed in shorts and sleeveless top, talked a lot, and laughed a lot. She was the kind of girl that responded to flattery and blurted out things and only thought later. Happy go lucky girl. She was bolder and I thought she must be the dominant cat of the relationship and Nina, mommy dearest must be the kitten. She also was ebony against mom's milky white, with an ample but firm ass and perky tits against mom's more generous tits, and an inch taller than mom, definitely more athletic build than mom. I also calculated that I must try Sandy first coz that will be easier, like a starter dish and will make Nina insecure, jealous and vulnerable. I had already developed a sort of friendship with her, which it was not possible with mommy.

I also found out some snapshots about the chemistry in their relationship. Like one time, I was chitchatting with Sandy one morning in mom's apartment while mom went to make coffee and Sandy was telling me how Nina is a very shy girl, and takes time to open up, etc. After some time, Sandy called out, Nina, you are taking long time, kitty. Kitty, interesting, I thought and smiled. Mommy mumbled something from inside the kitchen, just one minute. But while she was coming in with the coffee, she spilled some on the floor in nervousness, and was uncertain what to do. Sandy was more decisive, and said, ' Oh poor thing, you spilled it? Take the mop and clean it honey' When mom reached for the mop with the handle, Sandy again said, ' No, take the cloth.' Mom obeyed as if by instinct and got down to her knees and started wiping the spill with the cloth. Sandy was displaying her pet in front of me, and I found this sex power play tremendously arousing, and looked at Sandy and thought, this is the one I have to fuck first, after that Nina will be easy meat. Sandy caught my look, and winked. I smiled back.

One morning, while Sandy was leaving mom's apartment, I saw her and said hi. Since it was early morning, I asked her whether she would care for coffee. She smiled and said yes. I escorted her in and asked how come so early? She said that Nina is still sleeping, she had a late night. 'We watched movie,' she said and smiled. 'But nice apartment,' she said, 'I want to look around.' I said sure. I showed her from kitchen to living room to balcony to the bedrooms, and she wowed every time. She was genuinely impressed. She liked the place. In the master bedroom, my girl from last night was sleeping naked, on her belly with dried semen stain on her white bubble butt. She was one of the girls from my tuition, nubile and impressionable, and by the time I finished fucking her for the fourth time last night, she had no energy to go to the bathroom and clean up, and I was happier to wake up to see a dirty girl than a clean girl in the morning. Sandy's eyes went big and her mouth too at that sight. She tried to say something, but I put my palm over her mouth and said, 'poor girl, she slept dirty, she had a long night too' and proceeded to cover her with a sheet, but not before Sandy had a look at the red spank marks on the beautiful butt. Sandy was still dazed and I took the opportunity to take her by her slender arm and said, let me show you around the room.

I showed her the room and showed her the telescope at one corner of the room and the other things. I proceeded to guide her to the other bedrooms and the spacious balconies covered from view with creepers. She also saw my drum set and cricket bat and photos on the wall with other biker boys on the road and was suitably impressed. I slipped my hand up and found that she was sweating a bit under her armpit even though ac was on and she was wearing one of her usual skimpy tops and jeans shorts. Must be sweating down below too, I thought. Ultimately, we went to the dining room and sat near each other, the air between us tight with tension, and jealousy. She didn't say it but I knew she was jealous of my sleeping beauty. No word was exchanged until I smiled and told her, 'for this look around, I think you owe the man of the house a cup of coffee.' She said ok, and went to the kitchen. I reflected on Sandy while eyeing her from behind as she moved around in the kitchen making coffee. She will be easy; I thought and smiled to myself. Sandy struck me as the kind of girl who would compete to achieve a good fuck, and maybe that's how she has won mom. Seeing the younger girl in my bed must have raised her animal spirits. She will try to wean me away I was sure. But let's see how it goes, I thought. Let's give the girl the time she needs to drop her pants; it's not as if I am starved of pussy. I have the one in bed right now, and two of her college mates who attend my tuition with her in the works. Girls now a days are so competitive, and by the time they are in college, if they don't have a boyfriend, they think their lives are ruined. And the winning the guy that her friend is fucking is the ultimate prize. Plus, I have the 40 year old maid, whom I use when I like. That story another time. So I thought let's give Sandy her time. Let her stew in her own juice for a while.

Sandy came in with the coffee and I pulled the chair out for her. I thought, let's see, if she takes one sugar cube, I will fuck her within one month.

'Sandy, how many sugars?'

'Two.'

'No, two is too much. Take one' I said.

She looked puzzled. 'I know how many sugar cubes I need,' she said.

'Okay, if you say so,' I said but waited a little.

'Ok baba, do whatever you like, give me one cube,' she said.

'That's the girl, I thought one will be more than enough for you,' I said.

'Whatever...' she said and laughed.

'By the way, call me Rohit,' I said.

'Thank you Rohit, and you are already calling me Sandy, so it's ok,' she said.

'Ya, Sandy is a good name for a tomboy,' I said.

'Rohiiiit...' She said fake pleadingly, and slapped my arm.

First contact from her, good, I noted. The ice is melting.

'Don't take the sugar thing otherwise, you are in great shape,' I complimented her while scanning her body from ear, nose, neck downwards.

She caught my look, became shy, looked down and smiled, said, 'thank you.'

She is the kind of girl who couldn't hide her pleasure on being complimented, and couldn't distinguish between compliment and mild flattery, I noted. Smart, modern but dumb girl, I thought, just the way I prefer them.

We chitchatted over coffee and she said she works as sub editor in a leading newspaper and also chips in with the women rights things. So, power woman too, I thought. She was 4 years younger to mom in college but the friendship lasted.

'Wow, you look no older than 28,' I said.

She thanked me and said, 'I work out to stay fit. I have recently joined salsa class, and in fact, will head directly to class after this.'

I said, 'Salsa, that's great.'

'Why, you know salsa?' She asked

'How long you have been learning?' I asked.

'Oh just a beginner' she said.

'Then I can teach you for sure.' I said.

'Wow, wonderful,' she said, 'but I don't know if I can learn, it's so tough.'

'Why won't you be able to learn, you already walk like a cat' I said, and laughed, and stretched to hold her hand briefly to reassure her.

She couldn't do anything but look down and smile. This disarming gullibleness was affecting my cock.

She said, 'your girlfriend is a real beauty.'

I said, putting on a real thoughtful look, 'she is a girl from tuition, and what can you do, I can't drive her away, but I have been explaining things to her, and I think she is finding herself. I will be the happiest if she is happy and is able to move on. She is not even strictly legal age you know, and I do feel some responsibility toward her, you can't just spurn them like that, you know, coz they are not emotionally mature.'

Sandy nodded her head in complete agreement with me, agreeing that in I am doing the right thing. Such crap these women rights people believe, I thought to myself.

Suddenly I changed tack, and asked, 'Sandy just asking, are you lesbian?'

'No, i am bi, but no boyfriend. Too much hassle finding one. Nina also has no boyfriend, since she started living separately from your Dad. So, I have Nina and Nina has me. We are the best buddies.' I understand, you are two little lesbian kittens, happily eating each other's Pussy. After some time, you will both be dining at my loins, I promised myself.

Sandy rose to leave and I rose and exchanged phone numbers, shook her hand, and kept shaking her hand while saying, 'let me know about the salsa thing.' I held the door open and she left.

We kept the conversation going through whatsapp, although nothing raunchy, as I wanted to keep up her suspense.

Next Friday, evening, she called to say she was at a shopping mall, and what perfume would her teacher like? I knew salsa class was on.

I said 'it's your gift, you choose. I can choose yours, what do you like?'

She said, 'You guide me, what presume should I wear?'

I told her, 'Only a little soap, I like body odor.'

She laughed thinking it's funny, and said, 'Ok baba, now let me choose one for you. Nina is calling me to watch movie in the house, but I think I won't be able to make it, it's already late.'

I said, 'Ok, I will give her company then.'

'Ya, won't be able to meet her for one week' she said.

'How so, you are coming tomorrow for salsa, no?' I asked.

She said, 'ya, but she is going out of town early morning for a women's right conference.'

I said, 'ok, I see.'

'See you tomorrow then' she said.

'Ok kitty cat, till then' I said. It's the first time I called her kitty or anything sexy, and she got the hint, she laughed, but the laugh was throaty, and I knew the adjective had the right impact.

I kept mom company while she cooked dinner for the two of us, sipped wine and was also able to give her a neck massage, which she liked, and lightened her mood a lot.

In the night, Sandy whatsapped to chitchat some more. She said that Fantasyworld, a game show parlor has opened in the city and she went there in the day to cover the launch. She found it awesome, etc.

I took the opportunity to open her up a little bit more, and asked, 'what is your fantasy, Shanno?'

'I don't know' she said, obviously feeling ashamed.

'Intelligent girl like you surely know your innermost fantasies' I persisted.

'You guess it, looks like you are an expert' she said.

'I can't guess yours, but the most prevalent fantasy among girls of great upbringing and white-collar jobs is.. you know, I think there is some study or suchlike about it' I said.

'Ok, but what's the fantasy?' She asked.

'Forget it, you might not like it, everybody's taste is different' I said.

'Oi, Rohit little boy, now you have to tell me, otherwise, I will not sleep' she demanded.

She now called me, curiosity getting the better of her.

'Why don't you just tell yours and let's forget it' I said.

'No, i will not sleep then. No salsa tomorrow... tell me na, girls like me have what fantasy?' She asked.

'Ok. Girls like you according to that poll want to be treated like sluts, slut-shamed, you know, provided it's in the hands of a good guy and the environment is safe' I said, and waited for her reaction.

She burst out laughing, and laughed long.

'You haven't said anything' I said.

'Dhet, naughty' she fake scolded me.

I laughed, said 'ok.'

'You are such a scholar, if you say, it must be' she said.

'I think this is inappropriate, I don't know why I brought it up' I offered lamely.

'No problem dear, sleep now, I will come tomorrow' she said.

'K, bye, till then' I said and she disconnected the call.

The scheme for tomorrow was getting complete in my mind. My cock was erect the full 8-inch and dripping. Tomorrow will be delicious.

Next day, Nina left early for airport. The maid arrived next and I told her that no need to make breakfast as I already had with mom and gave her some instructions. She had her room etc. on the ground floor. I rearranged my plans on my mind and waited for Sandy.

She reached around 10. I opened the door and welcomed her in. She was wearing her usual attire of jeans short and sleeveless top with sandals with her wavy hair flowing down to her shoulder.

'You are on time, that's a good student. You look fabulous girl' I said while taking her bag from her. 'Did you park your car inside?'

'Ya, Monica opened the gate' she said mentioning the maid.

'Oh Monica is ok, she will be downstairs. Breakfast?' I asked.

'I had. You want?'

'No.'

'Ok then. I will make coffee for us.'

'Fine. One mug will do. We'll share.'

'Ok. '

Sandy went to the kitchen to make coffee.

By the time she came to the bedroom with the coffee, I had switched off the ac and opened the windows as the day was hot and cloudy and a breeze had started blowing. We sipped coffee and chitchatted. No sexual innuendo.

'It's hot na?' she said.

'Yes, maybe it will rain.'

'Ya, it should, otherwise it's hot.'

'Wanna go over to the terrace, nice breeze is blowing' I said.

'Ya, that would be great, let's go' she said.

'Ok. You wanna change into something light, coz it's hot?'

'Oops, didn't bring extra clothes' she said.

'Ok let me see if I can find everything.'

I found a very light cotton top and a wrap for her.

'See if these will be okay' I asked.

'Oho, how come girl's clothes with you' she taunted me.

I said nothing, just laughed.

'Ok, let me see' she said.

'Ok, knock when you are done.'

I went to the other room and undressed. I was in good shape, no flab anywhere and my 8 inch cock semi erect. I put on a white linen short without any underwear and a t shirt. Sandy knocked and I went in. The top hugged her bosom tight and the pink of her bra was just perceptible under the top. The wrap covered her ass one and a quarter times and she tied the string on her side. It was as short as her short, with the crucial difference, if she sits or bends, her panties will show.