Male Servent Pressed My Moms Boobs

In the sultry heat of Kerala, India, in the year 2023, I, Meera, a 24-year-old woman with a figure that turned heads, lived with my mother in our ancestral home. My measurements were 36-26-38, with long, raven hair and fair skin that seemed to glow under the sun. My breasts, hips, and ass were my pride, and I took great care to maintain my figure.

Our servant, Rajesh, was a man of stark contrast. He was short, dark-skinned, and overweight, with a belly that hung over his dhoti. He was in his early fifties, with a face that told tales of hardship and lust. His eyes, however, held a spark that spoke of untold desires.

One afternoon, as the monsoon clouds gathered, my mother, Suman, called me to help clean the guest room. "Meera, go fetch the long broom from the storeroom. Your aunt is coming, and we must make the room presentable," she said, her voice laced with an unusual urgency.

As I rummaged through the storeroom, I heard soft moans coming from the guest room. Intrigued, I peeked through the slightly open door. What I saw made my heart race.

Rajesh was behind my mother, his hands snaking into her blouse, squeezing her breasts. She was leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her saree was hitched up, revealing her milky thighs, and her blouse was unbuttoned, exposing her ample cleavage.

I watched as Rajesh's hands roamed over her body, his lips trailing kisses down her neck. She turned around, her back arching as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples. He spun her around again, his hands sliding down to her ass, squeezing and kneading it.

My mother's moans grew louder as Rajesh's hands explored her body. He knelt down, his lips tracing a path down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel. He lifted her saree, revealing her most intimate parts, and I saw his tongue dart out, licking her inner thighs.

Just as he was about to taste her, my mother stopped him. "Not now, Rajesh," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. He stood up, his eyes filled with lust, and unhooked her blouse. Her breasts spilled out, and he devoured them, his mouth sucking and licking, his hands squeezing and kneading.

I was wet, my own desire pooling between my legs. I watched as my mother's hands roamed over Rajesh's body, her fingers tracing the bulge in his dhoti. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more of her touch.

Suddenly, my mother's phone buzzed, breaking the spell. She quickly buttoned her blouse and straightened her saree. Rajesh, his breath ragged, adjusted his dhoti and climbed back onto the stool to continue cleaning the ceiling.

As I entered the room, they quickly moved apart, their faces flushed with guilt and desire. I could see the bulge in Rajesh's dhoti, and I knew he was still hard. I decided to tease him, to see how far I could push him.

I bent down to pick up a broom, my blouse gaping open, revealing my cleavage. I saw Rajesh's eyes widen, his tongue licking his lips. I stood up, my breasts pressing against the thin fabric of my blouse, and walked over to him.

"Rajesh," I whispered, my voice low and husky. "You like what you see?" He nodded, his eyes glued to my chest. I unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my lacy bra. His breath hitched, his hands clenching at his sides.

I walked over to the door, my hips swaying, and locked it. I turned around, my eyes locked on Rajesh's, and slowly unhooked my bra. My breasts spilled out, and I saw Rajesh's eyes widen, his mouth watering.

I walked over to him, my breasts bouncing with each step. I could see the desire in his eyes, the need, the lust. I reached out, my hand cupping his bulge. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward.

I unbuttoned his dhoti, revealing his thick, hard cock. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling it pulse in my grip. I knelt down, my tongue darting out, licking the tip. He groaned, his hands fisting in my hair.

I took him in my mouth, my head bobbing up and down, my hand working in tandem. He was big, bigger than I expected, but I took him all in, my gag reflex non-existent.

I could feel him swelling in my mouth, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. I knew he was close, and I wanted him to cum, to see his face contort in pleasure.

He came with a groan, his cum spilling into my mouth. I swallowed it all, my hand milking him for every last drop. I stood up, my breasts heaving, and looked at him. His eyes were closed, his face flushed with pleasure.

I buttoned my blouse, my breasts still exposed, and walked out of the room, leaving him panting and spent on the stool. I knew I had crossed a line, but I didn't care. I wanted more, and I knew Rajesh did too. The game had just begun.