My South Indian girlfriend’s mother made me Call Boy Banglore (Gigolo India)

As a youngster, I spent all my summers in the Banglore.
The year of my 25th birthday Smitha Banglore neighbor cracked on me, we spent a lot of time together, mostly at home with her divorced mother, an adorable woman, young in mind and always caring for us two.

Me and Smitha we were young and inexperienced, spending a lot of time kissing ourselves. Over time our bodies got closer, rubbing together until the day she took advantage of my erection to rub the sex against mine, of course all this through our clothes, it was divine … everything was done naturally, we were in the discovery of pleasure, I took so much that I ejaculated frequently in my underwear. From that day on, we had become accustomed to do this every evening at her house, on her terrace where we put various cushions in a corner, to create a bed, all with the agreement of her mother who very often went to bed upon our arrival.
My hand would sometimes caress her breasts, but modest and timid she refused to undress, like her pussy, I will never forget the day my fingers slipped under her jeans discovering her totally soaked, there an extraordinary orgasm, her first.

The days passed, and one evening in the hug I understood that her mother was watching us through the shutters from the villa … it was not the only time she did that.
Smitha was stressed the next few days, afraid of being seen busy taking pleasure in rubbing against me, but I reassured her, her mother was friendly and did not say anything, what we were doing was normal, there had no shame to have. I wanted to make love to her, I was a virgin, and I thought I had waited long enough but she was afraid … a few days later she left for a College and I was devastated … I was going to finish the vacation, and have to wait a few months before finding her.

Her mother, as usual, was a very friendly for me, we spent time discussing her daughter, I could open my heart, she understood me, it made me crazy. We were listening to music in the evening, playing cards, watching television, but in spite of all my efforts I felt an enormous vacuum, this physical contact missed me enormously.
One afternoon, after spending time alone at my home, I went to her house and began to cry … she gave me tea and took me in her arms on the sofa.
She confessed to me that she had seen us from her villa, and that seeing her daughter take so much pleasure had made her happy, followed a long conversation about sex, and to my astonishment to speak of it with her was all to natural fact.

She confessed to me that she loved me very much like a dear boy, and made me understand that my love for her daughter was impossible in view of distance and our young age.
Still in her arms, she slowly caressed my back and my state of sadness had turned into a state of desire, something I had never had for her, despite her more than pleasant physique.
I felt her body sweat undermine, it was warm, she was just like me in swimsuit with just a long, thin outlet swim. The sight of her thighs, her perfume and her caresses have triggered in my erection an uncontrollable erection that I did not even try to conceal, difficult to hide in a tight fitting jersey!
There was nothing to do, not to move, to think of anything else … she likes me if she sees it she will pretend nothing … I was still a little stressed and embarrassed until I ‘ hear: “ooooiiiiiii Sham !! I straightened up quickly and hid my tail with my hands. It is not clearly the discreet reaction I was expecting !!
I was all red, my heart beat very fast.

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