Mom usually dresses up in very low cut sleeveless blouses, which show the full length of her white, fleshy arms; a lot of cleavage and the major portion of her back. She wears her saree an inch below her navel, which again is an exquisite part of her body. Her navel is a perfect nice little hollow, centered right in the middle of her white fleshy belly.
Bengali women are known to be some of the hottest women in India and mom fits the tag perfectly. Although she hasn't had any man in her life since my father left her, she turns the head of every man whenever she goes out. I have watched how men, young and old, ogle at her voluptuous body with undisguised lust in their eyes. I don't know why she has not married or denied herself a boy friend after her divorce, but the way she carefully flaunts her ripe sexy body, would make even an impotent man regain his sexual vigour.
I have a few friends and one of them is Hamid. He is my best friend. Hamid is actually five years older than me. But since we live in the same locality we have become friends. Hamid is a very big guy. Also being a football player, he has a strong muscle bound body. Girls never fail to notice Hamid and a lot of them secretly desire to sleep with him. Naturally, he has an enviable sex life.
I was very close to Hamid for many reasons, but one important reason was that Hamid had initiated me into sex. Had he not coaxed one of his widow aunts to have sex with me, I would have remained a virgin till date. Hamid has no dearth of women as I have already stated. From young virgins to mature married ladies, the women considered themselves extremely lucky if they could get fucked by Hamid. I, on the other hand had only his widow aunt Zaheeda. We had to keep our relationship a very closely guarded secret, not only because it was illicit, but also because a Hindu guy having sex with a Muslim woman would not be taken too kindly by either of the societies.
One evening, Hamid and I sat together for a chat. We had a bottle of beer each and a plate of fries. The topic revolved around sex. Hamid asked me how I liked fucking his aunt Zaheeda. Although Zaheeda was a few years older than my mom, closer to fifty and a bit skinny, she was a very horny woman and fucking her was a delight. I said as much to Hamid. "Actually, all mature women have a greater craving for sex. In fact, I enjoy sex more with mature women than with young girls," Hamid remarked matter of factly.
I had sex with only one woman in my life, who was a mature woman. From my own experience, I could tell that Hamid wasn't far from the truth.
The evening was wearing on and the alcohol had made both of us a bit mellow. Sipping bear from his mug, Hamid lowered his voice a bit and asked, "Your mom hasn't had any man in her life after her divorce?"
I replied in the negative.
"If you don't mind my saying...," Hamid trailed off.
"What? Come on. Speak freely," I said.
"...she must be horny as hell," Hamid completed his sentence. I remained silent, unsure as to what to say to that.
"Sorry Sandip, if I have hurt your feelings. The thought just came to my mind. No hard feelings pal." There was a tinge of regret in his voice.
"Not at all." I was quick to assuage Hamid's feelings. The last thing I wanted to see was any kind of misunderstanding between the two of us.
"Actually, I am not too sure about her sexual feelings. She has never expressed her thoughts to me," I replied thoughtfully.
"Its OK," Hamid said somewhat relieved.
"Actually, Shobhaji is a fine healthy woman and if I am honest, her dresses are pretty provocative," Hamid continued.
I couldn't disagree on that. And the fact remained that whenever Hamid had visited our house, he had a difficult time trying to conceal a very large and visible bulge between his legs which appeared whenever mom came near him.
Although my mom treated Hamid as just my friend and smiled and chatted with him whenever he came to our house, I have always had a faint suspicion that the appearance of this very sexy lady aroused Hamid strongly.
"Maybe, your mom does want sex with a man, but is afraid or hesitant to express it. It was the same with Zaheeda aunty you know?" Hamid asked questioningly.
"I knew she wanted to be fucked desperately, but it took a lot of convincing on my part to make her sleep with you. Very few women are overt in nature," he continued.
Sipping from my mug, I nodded silently in agreement.
"Sandip, Bengali women are very horny and have an insatiable appetite for sex," Hamid said.
"I agree with you totally on that one," I replied with a mischievous smile.
Hamid laughed aloud and then said, "Your mom being a Bengali woman and also for the fact that she hasn't had a man for such a long time, must be horny as hell. That's what I was saying at the beginning."
"Your logic is quite sound," I replied, also laughing aloud.
Here Hamid lowered his voice substantially and said, "There has been something else in my mind for some time. I wanted to talk to you about it. But being unsure as to whether it would be proper, I have refrained from raising the point with you."
"When I have heard so much, I might as well hear the rest of it. Come on," I replied quickly.
"You sure...?" Hamid asked hesitantly.
"Of course" I was quick to reply.
"Well...," his voice had dropped to a whisper, "Sandip, I find Shobhaji very attractive and sexy. I always think about her. She is in all my dreams and fantasies. I know I am too young to marry her. But I want to make love to her. Somehow I want to have her in my arms and kiss her." He said it all in almost one single breath.
"But how?" I asked aloud, wonder in my eyes.
"Leave it to me Sandip. Just tell me if you would mind if I tried to seduce her? But believe me, both, your mom and I would enjoy immensely from the experience. But if you find it objectionable, I wouldn't proceed." There was an earnestness in Hamid's voice.
"I have no objection to that, if she consents to your proposal. After all both of you are mature adults," I said calmly.
"Thanks. I will invite her to dinner one day and then let us see what fate has in store for us," he said almost gratefully.