Hi, I am Hari from a rural town in Kerala. Like every young adult guy, I am also into MILFs. But I do have a special attraction towards MILFs who are in their 50s.
I am a graduate and I did my college in Bangalore and found ladies in their 50s so attractive and sexy. I started fantasizing about marrying them at this age and treating them with utmost care and love.
I am 25 now and working for an MNC at Kochi Infopark in Kerala. I have had some sexual moments with a few MILFs including my aunt, my maid and my relative. I started reading Indian sex stories when I was in the first year of my college.
I always searched for granny stuff and aged ladies stuff but found only a few. So, I decided to start posting some of my experiences and also my fantasies. I don’t know how it works. I have already posted one story but I never saw it after uploading. I don’t know where it went.
Anyhow, after a few years, I have decided to post another one now. This is about my experience with Beena. Beena is a mallu teacher. She is my relative. It is a kind of complicated relationship. In Kerala, we treat relatives as an integral part of the family no matter how they are related to us. Beena is just like that.
I don’t really know how she is related to me. I just know she is my relative and I have seen her at some important functions in the family but I never interacted with her too much.
Beena is now 55. Though she is in her late 50s she just looks like a milf in her 40s. She wears churidar and tight leggings which is visible through the slit that opens up from her hip. She knows how to get a man’s attention. She is not so fat but her assets are just fine for a milf.
Two main things that my eyes found the sexiest in her were her mangalsutra and her nose pin. As I told you, I had met her a few times and had always had this urge to meet her whenever a function comes. I was not that courageous to go meet and greet her in a flirty way. She was married to a businessman who runs multiple businesses outside our hometown. She had a daughter studying in Germany. She was not so fair but yes she looked like a perfect mallu milf.
I never forget to give a cum-tribute to her at least once a week.
When I was in my second year, my cousin sister was getting married. The marriage function is an auspicious occasion for me because I love the smell of mallu aunties in saree and traditional dresses. I can’t take my eyes off some of them, especially from those 50+ aunties gossiping about the bride and groom.
As usual, I came well in advance for the marriage. It was a 3 days function and yes Beena was also there for the function.
The first day was haldi. Everyone was wearing yellow. Beena wore a yellow churidar top and white leggings. My god, I was awestruck for a minute when I saw her. She looked just like the south Indian actress Shobhana. It was shaped in such a way that her fatty tummy was clearly visible.
Her thighs were jiggling through her leggings. I just imagined the way her panty would be. It would be sweaty. I just wanted to marry her and fuck her for a lifetime! Remember, she was 52 at that time.
As everyone had got their duties, my duty was to drive people home and to the booked rooms after the function at home.
It was easy for me to get to drive Beena home. She came alone that day. The function went on till midnight. I had a few drinks. She was all sweaty after the dance where she rocked along with the other milfs of my family. I really felt like falling for her. I was really happy when I thought I was gonna drive the favorite mallu milf home tonight.
At 12, she came and asked if we can leave. I took the key from my room, looked in the mirror and was ready to go. I noticed my hard cock and I tried to control myself. She said good night to everyone and entered the car. As every mallu ladies do, she tried entering the back row of the car. I told her to sit in the front or I would feel like a stranger driver.
As I was on booze, I had the courage to start flirting. Her home was approximately 20-25 km away. She started asking questions about my studies and all. Then I got a chance to talk about her dance that night.
I told her, “Your age has no effect on your body. You were just rocking tonight.”
Beena: Ahh. Yes monu, I love to dance. My husband never appreciated it. So, it was all suppressed. All my feelings indeed.
Me: What happened, aunty? Are you not happy with uncle?
Beena: No. Even though he takes care of me, he doesn’t understand my feelings.
Me: It’s ok, aunty. Uncle is too aged now. I think you have good friends at work. So, you won’t be feeling much bored.
Beena: Actually, I keep a lot to myself, monu. I don’t have good friends.
Me: Oh, okay aunty. Don’t worry. I’ll be a good friend to you. I don’t really mind your age. I feel connected to you in some way.
Beena: That’s a great thing to hear, monu. I always wanted a son like you.
She tapped on my shoulders and pinched my cheek. I felt a quick shock when she touched me.
I could smell her sweat and perfume together. I even asked for her perfume brand and told her it smelled really good.
It was 12;15 by then. We were halfway and she told me, “Monu, you look so tired. Don’t go back after dropping me off because it would be dangerous to drive alone at night. We will sleep at my home and leave together tomorrow morning.”
I was waiting to hear that invitation. I agreed after pretending to be hesitant. She had this habit of holding her mangalsutra while talking. That made me really erotic. I felt like fucking the married Kerala milf naked and while only wearing that mangalsutra.
We reached her home. We had long conversations. She went to open the door but it was very dark. I had parked the car and locked it so I couldn’t light the place with the headlamp. She told me that she was not finding the keyhole. I went to help out.
She was leaning toward the door. I went straight to her back. My dick was erect by that time. As she was wearing leggings, the mallu milf’s ass bulged toward me. I just went like nothing and stood there touching her ass with my hard dick! She also didn’t move.
Me: I will help you, aunty.
She just moaned when I touched her again!
Beena: Be careful. (in a tone that was very appealing for sex!)
I found the keyhole and opened the door. She got in first and held my hands and invited me inside. She switched the lights on.
She untied her hair and made it to one side of the front. She walked into the kitchen like a ramp model. I felt like she was a prostitute trying to seduce me! The sexy milf aunty moved her ass in such a way.
I could see her bareback. The vertical fold at her back was so sexy and tempting. She was brushing her hair using her hands. All those were positive signs after my first encounter at the door. So, I decided to go behind her.
Me: Aunty, this house is really good. The house itself smells like you.
I went near her and took a scent of her body.
Beena: Ahhh..Monuu. Do you really like it? Do you really like the way aunty smells? Even my husband has never told me this before.
I really understood that she was in the mood. Her tone was completely seductive. We were looking eye to eye. I held her hands and said yes. She kissed me on my forehead!
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If this goes well, I will complete the story of my sexy Mallu Milf.
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