Living in a conservative society she rarely went out side the house and whenever she went out she concealed her face with a veil whenever she left home. Since her husband had been sent to jail two years ago, she had been forced to seek her sexual release with-in her home. She lived in India, a rather conservative country, though having its share of amorous opportunities. Her husband was a notorious legend and precisely for that reason, no man ever dared to have any relations with her for there were spies and they feared for their lives. Kajol was living with her three children. Since her husband had been sent to jail two years ago, she had been forced to seek her sexual release from with-in her home.Shahinsha was the next-door neighbor of the Raj family. Raj was a young 19-year-old boy. They had known each other for many years. Though Shahinsha was a rogue and evil, he had always maintained a neighborly and good relationship with Raj family. They always had a great time at their house. Kajol and Raj mother were very close friend .Of course Raj always enjoyed watching Kajol's ass and ample breasts in her tight shilwar qameez suit, an Indian popular conservative outfit. The only other man who was allowed to enter in the Shahinsha house was Raj, as he had gone there often when he was a child. Kajol loved him and Shahinsha also loved Raj. Raj had grown older and was now 19. He was a really muscular and tall with amazing hazel eyes and soft, wavy hair. She was always friendly to him. Raj usually did odd jobs for Kajol on occasion. He always ran for her whenever she needed something from the market.Kajol was in her mid thirties, her sex urge was strong and she desperately missed the pleasures of the body. Her husband was great in bed and she needed him. He knew all the tricks of making her happy. She always suspected he was very experienced with women, though he never
Admitted anything. He fucked her in every position possible keeping her very happy. She really missed her husband. It had been two years since he was taken away and Kajol hadn't had sex. She was becoming increasingly frustrated. Her thoughts were not always kind to her husband, wishing he were here instead of in jail.Kajol was not of loose character woman nor she was a nymphomaniac, but sex is sex, especially at the age she was at that time. She considered several means of masturbating, but wasn't that a perversion as well? Noble, typical conservative and religious women don't do that. But, if she had to confess, she must confess that she had indeed masturbated, a couple of times, but each time she would feel so filthy, so sinful, so obscene, afterwards. It seemed she was an obvious failure trying to resist temptation. She always felt regret afterwards. She would feel like such a slut that it was obviously something she should feel shameful about.Once when Raj was eating lunch in
Kajol's house he praised her by saying, "Auntie Kajol, you are a good cook. I wish that my mom could cook as well as you do."Thank you Raj, your mom also is a good cook but you just never noticed," she replied with a laugh."Raj, would you like some more?" she asked him, seeing that his plate was almost empty."Sure, Auntie," Raj said, holding his plate out to her.For you Raj," smiling as she ladled out a huge mound of chicken onto his plate.He grinned. "That's okay; don't think that I'm a pig Auntie. I eat more than you because it is very delicious.""Never mind, this is like your own home and you can eat whatever you want here.""What I want. How about if I want to eat your ample breasts." he thought, but said to her, "Oh auntie thank you." He couldn't help but stare at her breasts when he said it though.He was staring at her breasts. He wished she didn't have bra on. He wanted touch them, to take them in his mouth.Kajol realized the boy was staring her breasts. She blushed as she felt his eyes caressing her. As a normal boy would, he was staring and his mind started imagining what it would be like to see her naked and to fuck her. He was staring as if he was already undressing her. His cock got even harder than it was. He had fantasies about her, to fuck her. Naturally he couldn't do anything about it. He even felt a little guilty, perhaps as she always treated him in such a maternal, motherly manner as if she were his second Mother. He forced the thought from his mind and said that he was going. He went back to his house leaving Kajol alone in her home.She didn't feel angry that Raj was gawking down her breasts, instead became ashamed at herself for how she was feeling towards him. Strangely, she felt flattered and reconsidered thinking of Raj as a young boy. Raj was quite strong, well built. She admired his looks and cared for him for many years. She felt a perverse tingle down below her waist. She was feeling all warm and funny inside. She had always had an affectionate feeling toward Raj, but more as a son. He had been so helpful ever since her husband had gone to jail and she admired how he had grown into a man. He had done so much for her. She really didn't know what she would do without him. Kajol's eyes were scanning Raj's body by this point, and Raj became a bit self-conscious, for his erection.Kajol also noticed his cock was erect under his shilwar and she was awed at the apparent size. She was already attracted to Raj as a child, her helper, like her oldest son and her friend when she was in need. But now she felt something else. Kajol touched her lips with her tongue and continued to look at Raj in possibly a new light, giving him the impression that she didn't mind his staring to her breasts.
He had noticed her glancing at him almost hungrily. He left in an awkward silence; they were both aware of their own illicit feelings towards each other but not sure what to do about it.After he left she continued thinking about him. He was a young and energetic and she imagined him on top of her. She knew she was becoming wet thinking about him and at that moment Kajol intended and decided that she would try to seduce him. She felt a little guilty about these thoughts, but she couldn't deal with the idea of having to wait five more years! He would never tell and he was allowed into her home. No one would ever know. There was no one else she could turn to.That night she kept wondering how Raj's young cock would feel in her. Her face would burn with shame as she had always thought of him as her own, her son, her friend. Yet, once the idea entered her thoughts, she could no longer stop it.Most of the time she was indeed in control, and only when Raj came over she felt a bit uncomfortable, at times even averting her eyes, wondering what he must be thinking of her. She wondered if he was imagining her naked breasts slipping out of her qameez. She even began to have dreams of being with Raj. She would get wet just fantasizing about him fucking her. This seemed like a great solution to her to solve her frustration.She actually started teasing him a little. Teasing a young boy, no, a young man, she corrected herself. She was teasing him, showing her thoughts and affection by showing him the cleavage of her breasts. Her lush curves which her dress never efficiently hid from his appreciative eyes were his to gaze upon.She kissed him on special occasions and on their festival, traditionally as when he was a child.