5 comments/ 174514 views/ 10 favorites How Dare You? By: bangopee It was another moment of realization for Bunty as to how close friends can often cause unexpected embarrassments. While Meena, his mother kept reading the bunch of papers without showing any notable expressions on her face, the humiliated son was wondering what would happen next. Meena has always been well known for her absolute forthrightness both at home and in the college. He began cursing Viju, his close friend for putting him in such a tight spot. Viju and Bunty, both 19 years old, have always remained close friends since their school days. Mamta, Viju's mother was Meena's colleague and were obviously good associates. While Bunty remained a shy and timid guy, Viju was often notorious for his deeds if not misdeeds. He was too horny for a teenager and wasn't shy of admitting his fantasies about women twice his age. He stealthily brought magazines and pictures with obscene content inside the college which did earn him a few friends for sure. He was fond of reading erotic stories in print as well as on the web mostly about incestuous relationships. He never concealed his excitement about big breasted women disregarding their age and stature. Having read hundreds of stories, Viju had once decided to write one himself with the help of Bunty. Bunty just had to prune up the story by adding some richness to the language which he did with a lot of hesitation. However, Bunty was somewhat ignorant to have left the manuscript right on his table enabling Meena to pick it up while she had entered the room for the routine clean-up. Meena was easily amongst the sexiest women in town. She stood about 5'5" with an incredible body and sharp features. Although she kept trimming her dense dark hair just enough to brush her back, she still looked like an angel. Unlike women of her age, she wasn't wearing any spectacles synonymous with her profession and was never shy of wearing sleeveless blouse revealing her well shaped shiny arms to the eager eyes of onlookers. Needless to say, she did have a pair of wonderful breasts which were always been the subject of her horny students. "I guess you still have a fair distance to go," Meena spoke without lifting her eyes from the manuscript. "Both of you haven't picked up the grammar yet." Bunty kept looking down with no idea whatsoever to say anything in reply. He feared a volcano could erupt once his mother was through with the story. A huge chill went through his spine as there was a likelihood that his mother would take up the matter with his Dad. May be, his mother would surely call Mamta and inform about the naughty literary assignment their sons had taken up. "I am sorry," Bunty infused some courage into him and said apologetically. Meena looked for once, flashed a brief smile and asked, "Are you feeling sorry for the horrible language in the story?" Bunty bowed down again in utter humiliation and embarrassment. Meena flipped through the bunch of papers again quickly, rolled them into a cylinder and placed it on the table. "Not bad if this is your first attempt," Meena said with an overtone of ridicule in her voice. Bunty preferred to remain silent as he knew that he didn't have anything credible to say after being caught by his mother. "I never imagined that boys of your age might have so much of drive," Meena spoke making a conspicuous effort to sound normal. "I have forgotten that there are enough diversions nowadays. Perhaps the worst is the internet." It was getting a bit too much on Bunty as he couldn't resist a couple of drops of tear rolling down from his eyes. Meena unlike her usual self wasn't making any serious note about her son's crying as she simply watched. Eventually, Bunty managed to control himself by wiping off the moisture on his cheeks himself. "Who is the lady in the story?" Meena queried placing her arms on his shoulder, "I guess it should be either me or Mamta." "Well, it was written by Viju," Bunty admitted. "I was just trying to improve." "Oops!" Meena exclaimed as another smile broadened on her face. Bunty felt helpless to have disclosed the fact out of sheer fear. "I will never do it again" He spoke firmly. "Forgive me." "You didn't answer my question," Meena was persistent. "Is the lady in the story Mamta?" Bunty's heart was beating aloud as he managed to reply in a hoarse voice, "No, it is you." Meena's eyes brows shrunk at once hearing her son's admission. Incest! It was hard to believe that two boys have been fantasizing about her right under her nose and importantly, one was her own son. A sudden heaviness landed inside her as she struggled to digest the hard reality. Meena's puzzled look further aggravated the fears in Bunty's mind as his eyes began wandering all over the room as if he didn't have the courage to look into his mother's eyes. "That is a shocking revelation," Meena murmured. "I can't believe this." Bunty reconciled to the fact that there wasn't any point in hiding the facts as he had miserably failed in keeping things between the two friends. His undue fear had prompted the spilling of beans and his mother was smart enough to get the things checked out with her persistence. "Biju has been eyeing on you for quite a while," Bunty began narrating the story behind the story. "He always gave erotic descriptions about you whenever he got a chance and somehow I never objected to this. In fact I was encouraged to look upon his mother the way he was looking at you." Meena reached to the story and started browsing through the papers again. It was an awkward feeling to realize that the two boys had made vivid descriptions about her secret flesh portions and her womanhood. The very fact that she had been a subject of two teenager's secret obsession made her feelings more intense. She was overflowing with a whole range of emotions and that included a gentle tease beneath her undergarments. She soon realized that her nipples were hardening inside her tight bra which was more overwhelming than her anger and disgust. Meena was wearing a loose nightie without bothering to put on all the top buttons. Unaware of the harmonic revolutions in her son, she was seated rather close to him. "Were you peeping on me?" She queried with mixed feelings. Her voice had more of pride than ill-feelings. She wasn't willing to disclose the sudden curiosity about her son's new found passion although her voice suggested that she was getting herself more involved in the history of the erotic story. "I am sorry," Bunty apologized once again. He wasn't aware that his mother was in no mood for listening to apologies anymore. In fact, his innocent disclosure had made a drastic impact on Meena. She squirmed in discomfort because of her itch inside the panties and her smile had an evident shade of curiosity. The mother had already been aroused by the adolescent boy. "How did you know my bra size?" Meena asked in a voice that seemed like allaying the fear in her son's mind. Bunty smiled slightly embarrassed before admitting, "I have a set of your bra and panties with me." Bunty paused for a while before daring to say, "I put it on the pillows and hug them while sleeping." Meena was loosing fast as her legs began spreading apart slowly after hearing what her son had said. "I can't believe this," Meena spoke in a very low tone. "I enjoy sleeping like that," Bunty continued as he could sense his mother wasn't looking as angry as a few minutes before. His eyes staggered before settling on her nightie and probed through the open inside her cleavage. It took a while for Meena to gauge where her son was gazing before she looked down to realize for the first time that she had let a few buttons open. Her instinct persuaded her to cover her cleavage but her fingers did exactly the opposite. As though she was spellbound by magic, she undid the bottom buttons. Bunty almost swooned hearing his mother say, "You shouldn't be straining this much to look at me. Keep looking as much as you please." Bunty's eyes widened like never before. It just looked like a dream to be sitting so close to his mother who had just allowed him to have a closer look at her marvelous breasts by undoing all those buttons. "You need some outlet and I don't mind being one," Meena whispered. "I don't mind if you want me." Bunty hesitantly stretched his hands towards his mother. She stopped him as if it was an afterthought and said, "Please wait in the bedroom; I will join you after making a phone call." Bunty immediately rushed to the bedroom and once he reached there, he had no hesitations whatsoever. He removed his shirt, got rid of his trouser and waited for his mother on the couch with just the undergarment on. Meena returned after a few minutes and latched the door with a naughty smile. Bunty moved to the edge of the couch, spreading his legs and resting them on the floor. As soon as Meena came closer, he dragged and hugged her. His face was pressing against her stomach. His hands went behind her and cupped her huge ass cheeks and squeezed them gently. He looked up to see his mother biting her lower lips in joy feeling his body pressing against her. His hands lowered through the back of her thighs, knees before holding the bottom of her nighties. He began pulling it upwards till it reached well above her waist, revealing her shiny strong thighs and panties holding her sexy triangle inside. He gulped as he gazed her naked thighs and silky stomach and couldn't resist planting his lips on her shining abdomen. Meena moaned gently which sounded like music in the ears of her horny son. He watched with absolute amazement as his mother grabbed her breasts, squeezed them together and pinched the nipples. "You will have your turn." Meena said with a mischievous smile. "I won't stop you." "It is always auspicious to begin the adventures on the bed," Meena continued pushing Bunty back gently. She pulled off her nighties and followed it up with getting rid of her bra to stand nude to the hilt in front of her eager son. "Wearing a brief on my bed is a crime," Meena said laughingly. Bunty quickly pulled off his undergarment and freed his throbbing dick stand aright in the air. "Not bad at all," Meena murmured staring at his dick and moved on the bed. She took a few long breathes gazing at her son's monstrous dick before letting her right hand grip it. Bunty closed his eyes in disbelief as his mother's hand started stroking his dick and caressing it all through. Bunty's body rested on the couch completely and Meena crawled against him letting her left nipple brush against his shoulder. Bunty scaled the breaking point by reaching to his mother's naked breasts very quickly. His hands began grabbing, squeezing and tweaking her enormous breasts with great passion while his eyes weren't moving away from the beautiful globes. His eyes soon crept down in between her thighs and settled on her sexy mound under the cover of her gentle public hair. Bunty's lips dried up as he kept looking at his mother's womanhood and his tongue jumped out to moisten his mouth. Meena couldn't look at Bunty any further as she felt like having exposed her naked cunt to a man for the first time. Her face went red blushing. She couldn't wait for what was about to unfold and her eyelids descended slowly seeing her son's head leaning downwards. Bunty's face brushed the smooth skin on her inner thighs before resting on her mound. His hands inched upwards to hold the bulging breasts while his face moved from left to right between her thighs sending a teasing sensation all over her nerves. Bunty belied his inexperience as he went about thrusting his tongue through her pussy lips sending an electric current inside Meena. She squirmed further as his tongue probed as deep as it could inside. Meena's reflexes overtook her age making her moan aloud. Bunty enjoyed hearing his mother's vociferous moans and realized that he was right on course. The unusual aroma from his mother's wet pussy didn't prevent him from letting his tongue swirl inside. Meena's body kept flexing unevenly to press against his face and soon the floodgate began opening. Bunty realized that his mother had cummed and felt elated to have passed the first test. Meena pulled him up, letting his chin rest on her breasts and kissed him on the forehead suggesting that she was impressed with her son's good work. She hissed into his ears in a sexy voice, "Show me you are a man." Bunty pushed his mother on the bed making her rest on her knees and elbows. Meena giggled briefly knowing that her son was about to try the doggy style right away. She felt a bit proud of her son for making an attempt to fuck her in an odd way to begin with. Bunty was quick to move right behind her and caressed her firm round ass cheeks a few times before spreading her a bit wider. His dick made a few futile attempts through her legs before it finally felt her moist pussy sending a huge shiver on both of them. Meena was willing to wait knowing that her son might not have tried sex before and tried to look back for watching him. Bunty was relentless as he tried inserting his meat in her hole making her a bit amused. Finally the considerate mother grabbed his dick and guided it to her moist cunt enabling him to make an initial entry. The sensible lad required no further clues as he drove his dick like a dragger inside her pussy. "It is inside," Bunty said with excitement bringing a smile on Meena's face. She too was overwhelmed feeling her son's dick venturing inside her. "Good," Meena muttered. "Don't think about anything else. Make it hard and fast." Bunty obliged instantly and began his maiden fucking eagerly. His hands wandered before gripping her waist giving him the leverage to let his dick in and out in amazing speed. The brief moments of amusement vanished for Meena as she felt her son's thunderbolt jolting her pussy. Meena was convinced that her son might have stored tones of fantasies about her even before he decided to proof read the story. Bunty was coming so hard on her that she was forced to yell out all the time. Bunty was sailing in the space unable to believe his luck with his sexy mother as he used all his youthful strength to pump her pussy as hard as he could. He occasionally looked down and watched in amazement while his dick kept sliding in and out of his mother. His thighs were smashing against his mother's ass cheeks rendering thumbing music to their intercourse. Meena wasn't lagging behind as she kept rocking back and forth gripping his cock tightly within her pussy. Bunty's eyes rolled in surprise while Meena's thrusts became faster than his pumping. Her moans meant nothing as she was letting out loud noises all through. Bunty suddenly felt a burning sensation gripping the tip of his dick which spread with a lightning speed through the entire length of his shaft and catching up all over his spine. He blinked for a while he eventually realized that he was about to explode into a woman's pussy for the first time in his life. His excitement was short lived as he sensed his hot crude semen jumping out of his dick in consecutive loads and filling up his mother's cunt within seconds. "Oh Mom," he screamed before collapsing on her back. They both were breathing hard and long for a while. Just as Bunty thought of reaching down to the couch to settle his breathing, the door bell rang. "I know who has come," Meena said with a smile and pushed him gently besides her. As she began walking towards the door, Bunty pointed out to her quickly. "Mom. You are naked." Meena looked back, smiled and kept walking towards the door after closing the bedroom from outside. Bunty wasn't kept guessing for long as the bedroom door opened within a couple of minutes. Meena walked in with her smile intact. Bunty was shell shocked to see Mamta following his mother and getting inside the bedroom. He froze into silence. Meena watched the change of expression on her son's face and laughed. Mamta was smiling while her eyes were scanning Bunty's naked body. "What is going on?" Bunty almost screamed. "Cool it," Meena tried to calm him down. "I have a surprise package for you." Mamta turned back and tried to control her laughter while Bunty was looking at both the women with absolute confusion. "Mamta has something to tell you," Meena spoke gently. "I better leave the room so that she can resume from where I left." Meena winked at Bunty before leaving the room, closing the door behind. Mamta smiled and began walking towards the couch. How Dare You When a couple of mates found out that I was taking Sally out I was rather startled at their reactions. There was some sniggering and when I asked what the problem was they just laughed and said I'd find out. I pressed a couple of my closer friends for more details regarding Sally, because I knew a couple of them had dated her. I mean, as far as I could tell she was a nice normal girl. Where was the catch? Andy told me that as far as any of them knew, she was still a virgin. "She won't put out, Charley," Andy warned me. "Not for anyone." He had this odd little smirk on his face when he told me this. I assumed that meant he'd chanced his arm and struck out. The fact that Sally might be a determined virgin didn't worry me. I liked her and thought she liked me. Sex would be a nice added extra but I'd never considered it an essential part of dating a girl. So I dismissed the vague suspicion that I wasn't being told everything and dated Sally. Out first date was quite simple. Dinner at a restaurant then back to her place (her parents place, actually) for coffee before saying goodnight and going home. With a few goodnight kisses to keep me warm. That girl could certainly kiss. The next couple of dates followed a similar routine, the only real difference in them that the goodnight kisses and petting were getting steadily hotter. All petting that had taken place had been through clothes, I might add. A bit of touching here and there (on both sides) but strictly no removal of clothes or slipping hands beneath them. (I was willing but got a rather clear message that Sally wasn't. Yet.) There was definitely enough touching to build up my hopes regarding sex. It seemed to me that Sally was hot to trot but still just a little nervous. I didn't mind taking it slowly. Like I said, I liked the girl. It was about our fifth date that I found out what my mates had been sniggering over. We'd been out to dinner and a show and it was still quite early. Too early to go home and I didn't really feel like going to a nightclub or hotel, so I suggested that we take a drive. Sally thought it a great idea and we went cruising. Eventually I pulled up in a parking area along the beach where we had some nice scenery (if it hadn't been a dark night) and some peace and quiet. Things took an up-turn at that point. Sally was willing to exchange a few kisses and some light petting. After a while I pointed out the front seat wasn't really conductive to this sort of thing and we migrated to the back seat. Please note that it wasn't a case of my dragging Sally out of the front seat and pushing her into the back. She was quite agreeable to the change of location. In the back seat the kissing and petting continued and intensified. I was groping Sally's breasts fairly steadily and she wasn't objecting at all. I'd also caressed her bottom and brushed against her mound several times with no negative feedback. Sally's skirt had ridden up her thighs considerably and I'd touched her panties several times. The touching wasn't all one-sided, either. Sally ran her hands fairly generally over me, lingering a couple of times where my erection was pressing against my trousers. She damn well knew I had a rather strong erection and her hands wandered across it curiously. Now who am I to refuse to indulge a young lady's curiosity? I quietly unzipped and slipped the prize out to where it could be examined. The next time Sally's hand went wandering over my bulge she found it waiting for her. As soon as her hand started brushing against my cock I reached down and pressed her hand firmly against it, causing it to close over me and get a proper feel. That's when the roof fell in. Bloody hell, did Sally go off. She screamed and started on me. "What do you think you're doing, you filthy pervert? How dare you expose yourself like that? I'm a good girl and you know it. You're a monster who preys on young women and should be ashamed of yourself." That was just the start of it. Sally just kept going on and on, getting louder the entire time, almost shrieking her wrath. At the start I was startled and embarrassed at having misread the situation. Then I started to feel a bit hard done by over what was an over-reaction. And Sally didn't let up. She was abusive and letting me know just what she thought of my despicable behaviour. I moved from feeling hard done by, to narked, to genuinely irritated to quietly angry. Consider it from my point of view. Sally had been right there kissing me. She'd allowed my hands to wander where they would, even if it was outside her clothes. She hadn't said boo when I stroked her through her panties. She was the one who'd been checking out the goodies inside my pants. I didn't drag her hand over to my cock and slap it on. I just made her access easier. Thinking over that initial touch when she'd closed her hand over my cock it suddenly occurred to me that she took her own sweet time letting go. In fact, it seemed to me that her hand had run up and down the full length of my cock and across the head of it before she finally dropped it. And she'd been abusing me full blast while groping me. No. The way she was acting now just wasn't right nor fair. I waited for Sally to finish her little tirade. She had to run down sooner or later. She did. She finished up by telling me that as far as she was concerned the date was over and would I please take her home. Instantly. Quietly angry. That was me. As far as I was concerned Sally's behaviour had been shocking. She could have joked the incident off, just said a firm no, any one of a number of ways to brush past my crassness (if you considered it that) without offending me or only mildly offending me. But she hadn't. She'd gone into a long abusive tirade. If my mates let her get away with that sort of behaviour, more fool them. It didn't mean I had to. Seeing that Sally had apparently finished talking I put a hand behind her head and pushed her head down into my lap before she caught on. She opened her mouth to protest and I took the opportunity to push my erection into it. "Now that you've finished yapping you can use your mouth for another purpose," I told her. She tried to pull away but my hand on the back of her head wouldn't let her. Her bottom was sticking up and I delivered a nice hard spank to it. "I bet I can spank longer than you can hold out," I said. "Now start acting like a woman." Sally tried to shake her head but a second spank seemed to convince her. She was rather amateurish at giving a blow job but that didn't matter. She still made a decent go of it. While her head was bobbing up and down on my cock I was rubbing her back. Under her blouse. And while doing that I took the time to unclip her bra, easing the ends apart so she wouldn't feel any sudden release. Not wanting to come in Sally's mouth I lifted her up away from my cock. She glared at me and was opening her mouth for a fresh tirade when I held up a warning finger. "Not another word. Your behaviour with all that screaming and shrieking was appalling. Don't start it again. Now pull down your panties. I'm going to spank you." "What?" "I said pull down your panties. I'm going to spank you. Are you deaf? You can consider it punishment for your behaviour. Carrying on like that when all you had to do was say no, thank you." "I am not taking off my panties for you or anyone and you can't make me," snapped Sally, still defiant. That didn't bother me. I just said "OK" and pulled her over my knee. Sally guessed what I had in mind and tried to grab for her panties but I just caught her hands and imprisoned them. Then I peeled her panties down. I gave Sally a couple of quick spanks, just to warm her up. Then I let go her wrists and pushed her top up. Sally wriggled slightly when I did that but didn't protest, presumably thinking that her bra would still cover her. She seemed quite shocked and indignant when she found the bra was undone and had come off at the same time as her top. It was finally sinking into Sally that she'd gone a little too far. She tried to struggle up off my knee but a quick spank warned her not to do that. She finished up lying across my knee, half naked and her bottom neatly presented to me. "OK, Sally. The spanking is about to start. While it takes place I'll also be touching your breasts, so get used to it. If you wriggle and struggle the spanking will go on longer, so your best bet is to just lie there and take it." "You rotten perverted bastard," she snarled at me, to which a quick spank was the best answer. "Be polite," I warned her. "It was being impolite that got you into this fix in the first place. Now stop wriggling around." With that I reached around to cup her breast and also started giving her a good spanking. I wasn't being brutal about it, but the spanks would most definitely have smarted, the whole thing being aggravated for Sally by the fact that I was also paying attention to her breast. I spanked, squeezed her breast, rubbed her nipple and spanked again. Fun on my part. Not quite so much fun on Sally's. "You know, Sally," I said, in between spanks. "The thing that puzzles me is, if you so strenuously objected to my putting your hand on my erection, why did you make sure you copped a decent feel of it before you let it go?" Sally muttered something under her breath that I couldn't hear. I didn't ask her to repeat it. I started varying where and how I was spanking her a bit, my hand now drifting towards her pussy. When I gave a stinging little spank along her pussy Sally gave a little yip, but she didn't try to close her legs, just leaving herself completely exposed to me. She'd actually been lying there with her legs parted ever since I pulled down her panties. I can be a bit slow at times. Next time I gave a sharp little slap to her pussy I left my hand there, cupping her. "You were rubbing your hand along my erection like this," I told her, rubbing along her slit. "I think you need to do it again so you know what's what." Reaching over I caught up her hand and brought it to where my erection was pressing into Sally's side. I pressed her hand against my cock and Sally closed upon it, and this time she didn't let go. I'd ceased spanking and was doing some pretty heavy touching of my own. Sally's pussy was reacting positively to my explorations, her lips swelling and parting, giving me ready access. Nothing loth, I accepted the silent invitation, fingers dipping in and exploring. When my fingers slipped into her, Sally's grip on my cock tightened a fraction. Then she loosened it and started running her hand up and down it. It certainly felt to me as if she knew what to do with one. My own explorations revealed several things to me. Sally was still a virgin, she was hot, wet and ready, and her clitoris was highly sensitive. She squealed loudly when I brushed against it. Both times. I twisted Sally around until she was sitting up, and straddling me, facing me. My erection was pressing hard against her tummy. She was dribbling moisture, sweating in eagerness, nipples all set to stab me to the heart. Hands on her bottom, I pulled her closer and higher, my cock slipping between her legs, the head pressing lightly against her slit. Leaning forward I gently nipped a breast. "OK, Sally, time to be a big girl. Why don't you just settle down onto my lap?" She shook her head. Would you believe it? She was almost panting in eagerness, but she still shook her head. "Why not?" I asked, but all she did was look miserable and shake her head again. Crunch time. Did I give her up as a bad show or did I say the hell with it and take her anyway. The look on her face gave me the answer. She was desperate to be taken but wasn't going to say so. I pushed up. Sally's eyes almost crossed when I started entering her. She gave what sounded like a relieved gasp, I pressed in hard, kissing her hymen hullo and goodbye as I came, and started driving in. And I'll be damned if that initial invasion wasn't all that Sally required. She climaxed before I was more than halfway into her, tossing her head back, shrieking, and trying to clutch onto my cock, only to find it not yet in the proper position. Sally shuddered and shook in my lap for a minute or so before starting to calm down. I took advantage of her dazed state to finish driving home. Then I waited for her to re-join me in the land of the living. Sally just leaned forward against my chest for a while, my arms around her, holding her, and my cock so far up her she'd would probably taste it if she swallowed. After a while Sally lifted her head and blinked at me. She didn't seem to know what to say, so she didn't say anything. Me, I was ready. I knew just what I was going to do. "That was just for starters," I told her. "Now I'm going to lay you on your back and show you what I expect in future." I twisted around, pushing her back down onto the seat, making sure I didn't lose our vital connection. When she was flat on her back with me on her and in her I paused for a moment. "Just push up against me," I said. "You'll find it comes naturally." With that I pulled back, hearing her gasp, and then I smartly drove back into her. Sally shrieked and almost bucked me off, she surged up to meet me so desperately. From that point, it was on. I drove down into Sally while she wrapped her legs around me and clung on, pressing hard to meet my every thrust. For someone who was a virgin she was certainly a damned fast learner. I put every effort I had into pleasuring her and she responded like a pro. Somewhat to my annoyance I'd only just got nicely warmed up and was settling into a really nice rhythm when the damn girl exploded again. How come a virgin climaxes like that? This time I kept up a nice gentle pumping action while Sally went through her little scenario of screaming, collapsing and coming back to life. This time when she came to her senses she was already moving in the required rhythm and she just kept right on with it. I plunged down into Sally and Sally reciprocated, pushing forcefully up against me. Now it was going to be my turn, and I was pushing hard to make it so. I pressed home, my cock plunging down her tight wet passage, while Sally squeaked and squealed and pushed firmly up to meet me. From the look on her face a third climax was heading her way and if it arrived before I did I was going to be very upset. I was ready, I assure you, and I was hitting her harder and faster. Sally seemed to be even more ready, and she was squeaking and writhing, breathing harder and all set to explode again. I won by a whisker, if you can call me having my first climax a split second ahead of Sally's third a win. I vented into Sally and she shrieked and clamped down upon me again, this time succeeding in milking me until I was drained. After that it was a case of us both being collapsed on the back seat, breathing hard and coming slowly back to life. I surfaced before Sally did and I moved off her and just sat there holding her. When she finally got her wits about her she remained sitting on my lap, apparently not knowing what to do. As a gentle hint I handed her her panties. What followed was a mad scramble as Sally rushed to clean herself up and get dressed while I sat back and watched her. "I believe you said you wanted me to take you home," I murmured, getting a glare in response. "Tell me," I said as I started the car. "Are we still on for tomorrow evening?" "What?" Sally said. Squeaked rather. "Are you kidding? Go out with you again and spend the whole night wondering if you're going to jump me again?" "That won't be a problem," I responded. "If we're going out I'll jump you, as you so quaintly put it, immediately after I pick you up. I'll take you back to my unit and strip you and ravish you. Then you'll be able to have a shower and get ready knowing that you're safe for the rest of the night." Sally gave me a speaking look, but I'm not sure if the message she was trying to send was the message I got. I suspected not. "I'll pick you up early," I told her. "You won't want to get all done up and then have to do it again an hour later. Just put your makeup and going out clothes in a bag so you've got them to change into afterwards." I dropped her off and saw her to her door. "Tomorrow," I told her as I left. Sally didn't say anything but I was quite content. She'd be waiting for me tomorrow. I suspected that I was going to have to force her to have sex with me, but she was going to quite happily put herself in a position where I could do so. I wondered how she'd feel when she found out I intended to get a good-night fuck from her as well as a good-evening ravishment. How Dare You? Ch. 02 Mamta's eyes were glowing with unprecedented lust as she inched towards Bunty. The youngster looked a lot exhausted after his very first sexual encounter with his mother although his eyes surely lit up seeing his close friend's mother inside his bedroom. "Hey buddy," She called out with a smile. "Had a nice time with your mom I suppose." Bunty smiled rather funnily. It was odd to hear another woman referring about the sex he had with his own mother. However, he felt a thrill listening to the woman who sounded naughty for the very first time. He had always looked upon Mamta as a respectable woman with tremendous teaching skills. "Sit down," Bunty gathered the courage to speak while his eyes kept watching his best friend's mother. "I will be back in a moment after some clean up." "That's fine," Mamta replied with a wink as she settled onto the couch. Bunty hurried to the bathroom, cleaned himself up and returned in a flash with just a towel around his waist. Mamta was wearing a shining chiffon sari which has become somewhat synonymous with her. Her sleeveless blouse revealed her bountiful flesh on her arms and it wasn't difficult to discover the dark lace bra underneath. "Don't do it with your eyes," She smirked gauging where his eyes strayed. Mamta sew Bunty looking steadily at her chest and blushed for the first time. She was aware that the boys had always fantasized about her breasts and buttocks. She had discovered long ago that both Biju and Bunty had their eyes on her and she wasn't unduly worried about the morality in the whole thing. She badly needed some youthful exuberance to play around with her. She had several wet dreams where both the boys had taken her body against her will. "Let me see that wonderful dick that ploughed your mom's pussy," She spoke without any inhibitions. Bunty sat close to her with excitement filling up his mind as though some floodgates were let open. His eyes gazed her beautiful round face and the sparkle in her grape eyes. Her lips looked extraordinarily red belying her age and but for just the one crease beneath her eyes, there wasn't any hint to suggest that Mamta was as older as his mother. His hands reached out to hold her face and pull it closer to him. Her cheeks felt rather warm although the silky feeling of her skin on his palms was exhilarating. "You seem to be in a romantic mood buddy," Mamta smiled struggling hard to conceal a gentle blushing. "I came thinking that you are going to maul my tits and plough my pussy mercilessly." "I just did that to my mom," Bunty whispered into her ears. Mamta's right hand landed on his thighs and began stroking his skin. Her hands inched towards the bottom end of the towel and pushed it upwards till her finger's brushed the tip of his dick. Bunty pulled her hard against him and let his chin rest on her left shoulders. He grew in excitement scenting the wonderful fragrance emanating from her dense hair and his tongue popped out to brush just under her left ear. Mamta's arms quickly went around his back and held the back of his head firmly. "That's lovely," She whispered. "You love teasing I suppose." "I have always thought of enjoying you inch by inch," Bunty hushed and planted his lips on her upper shoulder. Mamta hissed like a snake as he stroked his lips against her soft neck while his hands were pressing her against his chest. "I can feel your nipples," He said with a naughty smile. "I can feel they are growing hard." "Dirty boy," Mamta said while giving a gentle pat on his shoulders. "Don't make me blush." "I have been dreaming about you," Bunty murmured letting his right hand go down to touch her ass cheeks. "You have a wonderful pair of ass cheeks." "Stop talking! Let me strip for you," Mamta said pleadingly. "My bra is about to burst." "With pleasure," Bunty freed Mamta and sat up to watch her take off her clothes. Mamta took a step back and winked at him before unwinding her chiffon. Bunty couldn't resist the excitemenht of seeing her with just the blouse and petticoat on. He pulled her against his face and planted a kiss on her abdomen. His tongue encircled her sexy navel while his hands cupped her firm ass cheeks and gave a hard squeeze. "Oh my....," Mamta let out a gentle moan and stood higher on her heels. Bunty's lips traveled up and down her belly while his hands never seemed like leaving her buttocks. Mamta's hands kept his head firmly against her body while she kept arching back and forth feeling his young lips teasing her glowing skin. It took a while for her to lean forward and get close to Bunty's face. "I know you are helping yourself," She said with a chuckle. "Your demon must be furious by now." "Nice guess," Bunty admitted and stared at her cleavage inches close to his eyes. Mamta heaved hard knowing that his young hands might be itching to have a go at her breasts. Bunty let a finger in between her cleavage and stroked her inner curves. "Naughty boy," Mamta giggled and pushed him back. She quickly undid her blouse and went on to unclasp her bra hooks. She held the loose ends of her petticoat robes and stood still for a while as though she wanted to see the young boy's curiosity building up. Snap! Her petticoat slid down her shiny legs and fell as a heap on her feet. "Wonderful!" Bunty exclaimed with his eyes bulging out. "Let me see that mighty organ that sent your mother screaming," Mamta said as she sat close to Bunty and ripped off the towel from his waist. "WOW!" Bunty was thrilled to watch the absolute excitement in her eyes as she saw his rejuvenated dick standing tall and hard. She sighed in disbelief before getting down on her knees and taking his gigantic tool in her hand. "Surely eight inches plus," She admired with a naughty smile. "Let me get going." Bunty trembled once as she took his huge rod into her mouth and he gripped the cushion on the couch feeling her lips running up and down. Mamta was looking so much involved with her eyes closed as she gradually picked up her momentum as she sucked. While she was firmly standing on her knees, her body above her waist kept swaying as she went about sucking his dick with amazing passion. Bunty's eyes were glued to her wonderful tits which swayed gently as her body moved. Her nipples looked longer and harder and he couldn't help reaching out to her globes without hampering her sucking spree. He began moaning and moaning very heavily as Mamta kept increasing her speed. Her tongue kept dancing all over his dick while her hands reached to his balls to give a gentle massage. Soon, Mamta was beginning to moan with his huge dick inside her mouth and as seconds ticked they kept moaning in tantum. Bunty's body stiffened after a few consecutive deep sucks enough to hit her throat and before he could realize Mamta felt his load shoot inside her mouth. He watched without batting his eyelids as Mamta gulped it all without any fuss. She stood up, sat on the couch again and said appreciatively, "That was wonderful to me." "Me too," Bunty acknowledged and hugged her. Mamta pushed him gently, took his face in her hands and planted a firm kiss on her lips. Her lips tasted rather strange with the few drops of his cum still on although he was quick to draw her inside his mouth. Bunty's hands searched her chest before cupping her naked breasts and giving them a soft squeeze. Bunty kept pushing his body against her and they soon fell over on the couch. Mamta shuddered feeling his young hands stroking her legs from her ankles till the crotch. She rose to pull him over her naked body and they rolled together on the bed for a while before Bunty getting on top of her. "What a memorable day!" Bunty yelled aloud. "First it was my mother; now it is you." Mamta blushed seeing the intensity of lust on the young man's face. His eyes gazed her naked tits which swelled in and out in excitement. Just as she thought that he might pounce on her wonder globes, he suddenly slid down. She lifted her head and tried to look down before her head jerked back to bang against the pillow. Bunty was running his fingers up and down the crotch of her panties. Mamta flexed her legs and opened her thighs apart giving more access to the eager youngster. She swung either side as his fingers stroked through her public hair to feel the warmth and moistness of her pussy lips. She called out his name aloud as his finger dove inside her soggy cunt and began moving in and out. "Oh Yes...Oh Yes," She screamed unable to cope up with the feel of his young fingers invading her pussy. Bunty's manhood was enlarging like a demon watching Mamta sighing in joy. He felt elated to have aroused the woman who began squeezing her breasts and biting her lower lips in pleasure. His fingers soon got accustomed to the depth of her soggy pussy as he drove faster and harder deep inside her. Mamta's kept thrusting her body up and down as his fingers ravaged her pussy with astonishing pace. She screamed in pleasure and her juices splashed all over the bed, sending a few sprinkles on Bunty's face. He watched her body settling down with deep gasps after her orgasm and as she was about to stay still, he buried his face in between her thighs. "No. Give me a break," Mamta arched forward and tried to push his head back. Bunty's hands locked around her waists and he wasn't moving an inch from her pussy. His lips began with a gentle kiss on her pussy lips and soon his tongue popped out to have a lash at her hole. Mamta writhed as his tongue began probing through her pussy lips getting deep inside her cavity. Mamta had to resign letting her head back on the pillows as the youngster's face was struck so hard against her soaking pussy. She moaned aloud while his rough tongue continued probing her pussy. Her hands went back to hold the pillows harder and her body convulsed violently as Bunty went about sucking her pussy relentlessly. He mercilessly kept eating her pussy like a pudding and never let his face slip off her crotch till she came again. "You Bastard!" Mamta screamed. "Can't you wait for a second?" "I wanted you to scream," he said with a grin. He seemed like a fountain of energy as he jumped at her breasts yet again and began squeezing them with enormous strength. His mouth joined the fun by taking one breast after another and suckling the nipples with absolute lust. "Get on your knees and elbow," Bunty said after a brief tormenting of her breasts. Mamta rolled and raised her body with the support of her folded arms. Bunty gripped her waists and pulled her up till she was appropriately positioned for the doggy. He gently began spreading her thighs apart and brushed his nose against her asshole before rising on his knees. Mamta's hands searched for his huge monster dick and inserted it in the lips of her cunt. Both of them took a long breath before Bunty began thrusting his waist against her body. Mamta squealed feeling the tip of his dick easily entering her cunt and she shook to feel almost half his dick inside her within a few seconds. The strong boy that he was, he grabbed her waist and kept thrusting at her with youthful strength. Mamta wasn't found wanting as she kept bucking back against his waist. The slurping sound of his dick diving in and out of her pussy was soon overdone by the noise of their bodies slapping against each other. Mamta's pussy was gripping his dick rather tightly while her body movements ensured that his meat never slipped off her hole. Bunty's hands kept coming at her swaying naked breasts every now and then while his dick went on rigging her pussy with a nice momentum. "Oh my wonder boy," She screamed feeling his dick pulsate inside her pussy. Bunty was riding her harder and faster sending waves of pleasure all over her body. Soon, their groans got shorter as they fucked in a lightning speed with Bunty's shaft moving in and out with unbelievable speed. Mamta realized that he was getting close to his climax and began thrusting back at him even harder. She cooed in joy feeling loads of hot semen shooting deep in her pussy. She kept going till she approached another orgasm and collapsed on the bed with her limps weakening. Bunty's body pressed against her back and they gasped long and hard for a while in exhaustion. It took a while for Bunty to roll aside and once he did, Mamta turned to him with a wonderful kiss. Bunty pulled her naked body close to her and they got into a prolonged kiss. "I must thank my mom," Bunty whispered. "It has been a wonderful day." "Yes I know," Mamta smiled. "But we need to wait till she returns." "Where is she gone?" Bunty asked really surprised. "She is at my house," Mamta winked. "I guess she is having a nice time with my son."