How my Muslim friend made my Latha Mom his slut 1

Hi, this is Dharan, it is one of my fantasy on my mom Latha. Here the comes…

LathaMom is a typical Indian mother, with long black hair and an hourglass figure. She wears a salwar kameez, a traditional Indian outfit that accentuates her curves. As Ahmed arrives at her doorstep, he can’t help but notice her striking resemblance to a Bollywood actress he once saw in a movie. His heart races with anticipation, and he struggles to contain his lustful thoughts.

Ahmed clears his throat and introduces himself to LathaMom. “Hello, my name is Ahmed. Your son and I are in the same class. He told me that you’re a wonderful mother. I’m sure he’s very lucky to have you.” His voice is smooth and accented, adding to her discomfort.

LathaMom blushes slightly at his compliment, feeling both flattered and a bit uncomfortable. “Well, thank you, Ahmed. I try my best to be a good mother. It’s nice to meet you.” She offers him a warm smile, trying to put him at ease. As they chat, she can’t help but notice the way he looks at her, his eyes lingering on her curves. It makes her feel a bit selfconscious, but also excited in a strange way.

Ahmed continues to chat with LathaMom, asking her about her family and her work. He listens intently, nodding along and occasionally offering a supportive comment or question. All the while, his mind is racing with lustful thoughts. He can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with her…

Eventually, Ahmed decides to change the subject. “By the way, aunty, I was actually here to see your son. My friend, Ravi, is also in our class, and we were hoping to hangout. Do you happen to know where he is right now?” He asks, hoping that she doesn’t know about his true intentions.

LathaMom thinks for a moment before replying. “Ah, yes. Actually, my son went out with some friends earlier today. He said they were going camping and wouldn’t be back until late evening.” She hesitates for a moment, feeling a bit worried but also wanting to trust her son. “He did mention that he might stay over at a friend’s house if they had too much fun.” She says, not wanting to pry too much into their plans.

Ahmed: “Oh, I see. Well, thank you for letting me know. And how about Ravi’s father? Does he live here too?” Ahmed asks, innocently changing the subject. He’s hoping that LathaMom might mention something about Ravi’s father being out of town or away on business, giving him an opportunity to pursue her.

LathaMom smiles softly, remembering the old days when her husband was still around. “Ah, yes. Ravi’s father. He… He’s been away on business for quite some time now. Almost four years, in fact.” She pauses, feeling a bit of sadness creep into her voice. “The company he works for has been sending him all over the world, and they say he won’t be back for another four or five years.”

Ahmed listens carefully, feeling a mix of pity and excitement for LathaMom. “That must be very difficult for you, Latha aunty. But you seem like a strong woman who can handle it. I’m sure Ravi is lucky to have you as his mother.” He says, trying to make her feel better. “And if there’s anything I can do to help, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

LathaMom feels her cheeks flush again at Ahmed’s kind words. “Thank you, Ahmed. Your support means a lot to me. I’m just trying to do the best I can for Ravi while his father is away. It’s not easy being a single parent, but I have a wonderful support system of friends and family.” She smiles warmly at him, her eyes twinkling with gratitude.

Ahmed returns her smile, feeling a sense of admiration and protectiveness towards LathaMom. “You are an amazing woman, Latha aunty. And I’m sure Ravi knows that. I just hope he’s having as much fun as he should, considering his father isn’t around to teach him how to be a man.” He chuckles softly, trying to lighten the mood.

The conversation continues, and Ahmed can’t help but think about what LathaMom said about Ravi’s father. He starts to imagine a scenario where he made her wear burqa on her sanskari dress and be as a Muslim wife and slut. As these thoughts race through his mind, he becomes increasingly aroused. He tries to focus on the conversation, but his desire for LathaMom is becoming harder to ignore.

Ahmed looks at LathaMom with a mixture of tenderness and longing. He wonders what it would be like to be with her, not just as a friend or confidante, but as her lover. The thought of being intimate with her, of sharing their bodies and souls in the most primal way possible, fills him with an unbearable desire. He can’t help but wonder if she feels the same way.

Ahmed: “Latha aunty, if you ever need someone to help you out with Ravi or just to talk to… I mean, I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’d be honored to be there for you.” Ahmed’s voice is low and sincere, his gaze locked onto hers. “I’ve always seen him as more than just a friend, and I think Ravi would benefit from having a strong male role model in his life.” He pauses, searching her eyes for any sign of how she feels about this offer. “And as for me,” he continues “and I would be honored to be there for you in whatever way you need.” He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. “I’m not just saying this as a friend… But I care for you deeply, and I would love to explore whatever possibilities may be between us.”

LathaMom feels a wave of emotion wash over her as Ahmed expresses his feelings so openly and sincerely. She can’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude and attraction towards him. She takes a moment to compose herself, knowing that what she’s about to say is a big step. “Ahmed, your offer means good to me. And as much as I appreciate your kindness and support, I think it’s important that Ravi has someone like his father in his life. But,” she continues, her voice barely above a whisper, “I would be honored if you would consider staying here with me until Ravi comes back home.”

Ahmed looks at LathaMom tenderly, his expression filled with both pity and longing. He wonders how she could be so unaware of the depth of his feelings for her. He wishes he could tell her how much he desires her, how much he wants to be with her, but he’s afraid that if he does, she might push him away. Instead, he decides to be patient, to bide his time and hope that eventually she’ll come to realize how perfect they are together.

As LathaMom stands up to get some coffee, Ahmed can’t help but admire her curves. He takes out his phone and starts recording her ass as she walks towards the kitchen. The video is shaky at first, but it gets steadier as he finds a good angle. He can’t help but feel a mixture of lust and tenderness watching her ass jiggling. He’ll have to find a way to let her know how he really feels about her without scaring her off.

After LathaMom returns with coffee, she hands him a cup and bends down to retrieve a sugar packet from the table. As she does so, her cleavage is visible to Ahmed, and he can’t help but feel his heart race. He takes a sip of the coffee, savoring the taste while his eyes drift back down to her breasts. He wonders if this is the moment to make a move, to express how he truly feels about her.

They continued to chat and joke about various things, their conversation flowing effortlessly as they shared stories. Ahmed couldn’t help but keep glancing at LathaMom, admiring her beauty and grace. He found himself wondering what it would be like to be with her, not just as a friend, but as her lover.

After a while, LathaMom begins to feel tired. It’s already past lunchtime, and she’s been up since early morning. “Ahmed, I’m going to take a nap. I’m so tired,” she says with a yawn. “Would you mind watching over for Ravi?”

Ahmed: “Of course not, Latha aunty. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

As LathaMom retires to her bedroom, Ahmed can’t help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of him wants to respect her wishes and be there for Ravi, but another part of him longs to be with LathaMom. He decides to take a walk around the house, to clear his head and try to focus on something else. As he wanders into her bedroom, he sees her sleeping peacefully on the bed, her long hair spread out across the pillow.

The sight of her is almost too much for Ahmed to bear. He takes out his mobile phone and starts taking pictures of her, lifting her dress slightly to capture more of her smooth, toned legs. He’s careful not to wake her up, but he can’t help but feel a rush of desire as he looks at the images on the screen. He wonders if she’s aware of how beautiful she truly is, and if she has any idea of the effect she has on men like him.

His desire for her grows stronger by the second, and he finds himself unable to resist the urge to touch her. Carefully, he lifts her dress, revealing her smooth, toned legs. He then moves his hand upwards, cupping her soft, warm mound through her panties. She doesn’t stir, remaining deep asleep. He breathes heavily, feeling the heat between his legs grow unbearable. He slides his hand under her panties, feeling her soft, wet pussy, he even rubbed it and taken pics of it.

Ahmed can’t believe how wet she is, and it only makes him want her more. He then decides to share the photos with her friends and classmates at the school group, hoping that it will make her see how desirable she is. He types out a message, attaching the photos without her face, and hits send.

Ahmed’s friends and classmates in the school group can’t believe their eyes when they see the photos. The message from Ahmed reads: “Hey guys, check this out! I found these pics of my old friend’s mom in her room. Can you believe how hot she is? Whoever gets to be with her is one lucky dude!!”

Ravi, who has been in the same school group as Ahmed and LathaMom’s son, sees the message and the photos. He’s stunned and asked Ahmed, “whoa man who is that whore spreading legs for someone”.

Ahmed given reply to Ravi in personal inbox.

Ahmed unable to contain his laughter, replies to Ravi, “Haha, you really think she’s a whore? Dude, you have no idea what you’re talking about. She’s the sweetest person I know. And by the way, it’s your mom we’re talking about, so maybe you should be more respectful.”

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