Damsel In Distress
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Hello, indian sex stories dot net, enigma here, today I bring you the story of my first sexual encounter, I will not be revealing any names for privacy concerns, so, let’s dive right in. Starting off with the introductions, I am a below average looking guy, dark-skinned and short. The story is about how I got to have with one of my friend’s mother. The story is dated towards the second year of my college. It was a Saturday evening and as usual, all of my friends were drunk as fuck and I was there, to help them get to the washroom so that they do not topple and fall down and puke all over my place. Being the only sober member of a friend circle, it becomes my responsibility to answer everyone’s phone so that their parents can rest assured that their son isn’t dead and that’s how I got to talk to “Aunty”. My friend was lying wasted on the floor and his phone was continuously ringing, I picked up and his mom sounded worried and stressed out, she started talking in their native language which I could not decipher quite much and asked her to please talk in Hindi or English as it was not her son who was speaking. I had to tell her that her son was drunk as she kept insisting on talking with him, as it happened, his father met with an accident and she was calling from the ICU. I asked her to take a deep breath and assured her that I’ll be there in a few minutes. I reached the hospital in half an hour and went straight to the ICU after a quick inquiry at the reception where I found her in a discussion with the doctor. I decided not to interfere and stayed out. A few minutes later, she came out and I introduced myself as one of her son’s friend, she burst out crying as she had no one to rely on in such a situation, I while trying to console her and offered to bring her some water, which she denied and asked me to just stay there. I stayed with her all night and it was only the next morning when I could get her son on phone and ask him to come to the hospital. She, with one swift movement, landed a tight slap on his face as soon as he asked about his father, and started shouting at him with what appeared to be curse words in their native tongue, him and I took care of all the billing requirements and food and never talked about what just happened while his mother stayed beside her husband. We skipped all of our classes. This went on for one week when finally the doctor asked us to go home and take rest as her husband was stable now. My friend drove the 3 of us to his place where we ordered some food, and it being a Saturday night, my friend left, ignorant asshole, I thought. Aunty didn’t even bother to ask where he was going and burst into tears as soon as he left, I held her hand and poured her some water to drink, talked her through it and tried to be there for her as much as possible. It was late in the night and they had a single bedroom, she asked me to sleep on the bed with her as it was a nice queen sized bed and could fit the two of us easily, so we slept. I could not sleep, she was still crying, it was quiet but I could still make it out. I called her out, I said, “Aunty, can I hug you, please”, she turned around and I took her in a tight embrace, she held on to my collar and was still crying. I tightened my grip and tried to console her by saying that everything’s gonna be alright. I kissed her on the forehead, and then I rubbed my cheek against hers. Something was getting into me, the closeness, her breath, I started rubbing my hand on her back, she hadn’t changed from her sari so I found some just skin below her blouse. I played around with my fingers for some time and that’s when I felt her grip getting tighter. I took it as a sign and tried to look into her eyes, it was dark but I could feel her moist eyes looking at me. We kissed, it didn’t take much time for a peck on the lips to turn into a wild and hungry smooch. It was my first time and she noticed, she guided my hand towards her belly while she undid the hooks of her blouse. There were no words exchanged, just the quiet gestures of lust that had filled us up to the brim and was now overflowing. She took a hold of my hand and pressed her boob with it, did that for a while and moved on towards my jeans when I got a hang of it. I was squeezing her boobs and kissing her lips while she was trying hard to unbutton my jeans, after a bit of a struggle, we came to a mutual understanding and I removed my jeans and she removed her blouse and bra. She then removed my shirt and hugged me tightly, I could feel boobs getting rubbed against my chest while I grabbed her ass and squeezed it. The tension was building and it was time to get naked, and so we did, she pulled me on top of her while spreading her legs wide open to make room for me, put her legs around me and pulled me forward. She held my fully erected dick and guided it towards the entrance of her pussy and tightened her grip with her legs. I pushed, and it came out. She put it back in, I adjusted a bit, and with one thrust I entered her, she was gasping for air as I was moving back and forth with a steady pace. She was not a moaner and didn’t let out a single sound except for the ones which accidentally escaped when I’d go out of rhythm and thrust her harder than she was expecting. I knew that I was gonna cum soon so I started rapidly thrusting into her with all my might before I came to my load into her. Both of us were out of breath, I lay on top of her and she hugged me. I slept naked beside her for a few hours when she woke me up to go to the hospital. We took an auto, she did not talk to me the entire way. She didn’t even look at me. We reached the hospital and that’s when she stopped me in a corner and made sure that no one could listen to us. Her words: “Even if it was momentary, I was able to forget and get over my problems for one night because of you. But that is not my life, I have kids and a husband who’ll be waiting for me and I cannot leave them. What we had, was one-time thing and I wish to keep it that way.” She then bent forward to kiss me on my forehead and thanked me for being understanding enough to help her out. She turned back, just once, before leaving towards the ICU. I could distinctly make out the teardrops that were forming in her eyes, the boiling pain of her soul and the guilt of her deeds that would probably weigh her down for the rest of her life. She was a good woman, and she loved her family, I could not complain about the choice she made. It was a few months later when they decided to move to the US and I moved to Pune after the engineering, never to see or talk to her again.