My friend's mom
By Dev


My parents had bought a big house at Tilism Colony. A week later we 
shifted to our new place. My room was on the 1st floor and it was a lot 
bigger than my old one. I walked towards one of the windows. I could see 
our neighbour's house. The window faced the large side-terrace of the 
neighbouring house. I was about to go downstairs for lunch when I saw 
an extremely beautiful woman come out in the terrace.

She was probably in her late thirties with black, wavy hair and a face to 
die for. In her rather tight sleeveless nightgown, her breasts looked so 
firm and sexy. She didn't see me as she was looking in the opposite 
direction. She stretched, holding her arms high over her head. Her 
seemingly thick and very firm looking arms moulded down to a small, yet 
solid waist. And as she was lowering her arms, I could see a very 
noticeable bulge in her biceps, even from a distance of 25 metres. She 
suddenly seemed to notice me. At first, she looked surprised but the very 
next moment, her hot, sensual mouth lit up as she smiled at me. I 
returned the smile. A boy of about my age (19 years) came out, and she 
went back into her room with him.

After finishing lunch, I went out to explore the neighbourhood. A young 
boy walked towards me. He was the same guy, I had seen in the terrace 
with the gorgeous woman.

"Hi!" He said. "I'm Sanjeev Ray."

"Hello! My name's Raj." I said, shaking hands with him. He had a very 
strong grip.

We started talking, and it was fun talking to him. He invited me to his 
house, which was next to my own. I obliged.

As we entered, I was once again confronted with the lovely lady. This 
time she was in a green silk 'saree', with matching blouse.

"Hi Mom!" Sanjeev said to her. "He's Raj. He moved in next to us."

"Yeah! I saw him from the terrace."

"Namaste."  I muttered.

Mrs. Ray smiled, acknowledging my salutation, and asked us to be 
seated, as she brought very refreshing Lassi (An Indian drink, prepared 
at home from Curd and water. It can be either sweet or salty/spicy) from 
the kitchen.

Gradually, my friendship with Sanjeev strengthened. I learnt that his 
father was working in U.A.E. and would be returning after a year. As our 
friendship grew, so did my visits to his house. That didn't bother me, as it 
gave me a chance to see his sexy mom. At times, when she was wearing 
sleeveless clothes, I looked at her even more attentively, as her biceps 
were really very sexy. I guessed, that when flexed, they'd be close to 14 
inches. She was around 5ft8inches (4 inches shorter than Sanjeev and 
me). Her back and shoulders were broad and thick. 

Sanjeev and I were very active in outdoor sports, and were pretty strong. 
Though Sanjeev was stronger than me, he was a bit of a bully. He 
wouldn't intimidate me, but he did bully some other guys. Being in his 
company, I too had taken a few of his bad habits. So once, we really hurt 
3-4 guys. They weren't Saints themselves, but we did hurt them real bad.

The next day, when Sanjeev and I were playing chess in his room, Mrs. 
Ray entered the room and asked us about the incident. Sanjeev boasted 
that how we beat up 4 strong guys. His mom was justly, not impressed by 
our acts.

"Come on, Mom!" Sanjeev argued. "They thought that they were all 
Hercules so we had to show them a Mirror. "

"How about me showing you a mirror! " She shot back, placing her elbow 
on the table, apparently challenging her son to an arm-wrestling match.

"Come on, Mom! " He replied. "Stop kidding. "

"Why, you're afraid that your mommy's gonna beat you in front of your 
friend. " She smiled, looking at me.

So, finally after this comment, Sanjeev grabbed her hand to start this 
rather unusual arm-wrestling match between a 19-year old boy and his 
40-year old Mom.

This was surely pretty strange. But I was starting to enjoy myself at 
Sanjeev's expense. Mrs. Ray looked pretty strong. It'd be so much fun to 
watch her strength pitted against her son, who was no weakling himself.

"Count to three. " His mom ordered me.

I did, and then started the most exciting arm-wrestling match, I had ever 
witnessed.

Sanjeev's mom was wearing a sleeveless top. As she started exerting 
pressure, her bicep started swelling majestically. Her muscular arm 
looked really buff and so strong. Sanjeev had bigger biceps than his Mom, 
but hers looked so damn strong. A minute passed by, without either of 
them gaining any advantage. Sanjeev was shocked to see his Mom going 
toe to toe with his strength. He was starting to sweat profusely, as her 
Mom smiled at him.

"Is that all you've got? " She chided.

Sanjeev looked at her, but didn't say anything. Few more seconds went 
by, as his Mom started gaining on him. He looked at her massive arm in a 
bewildered manner, as she continued to force her son's arm down.

Finally, she slammed his arm down. The match had lasted less than 2 
minutes. Needless to say, my dick had swelled to magnificent proportions 
after viewing this match-up.

Mrs. Ray gave a victorious smile and said, "Now that you've been shown 
the 'mirror', I hope that you'll behave yourself from now on and stop 
bullying other kids around, or else..." She smiled at us and with a wink 
left the room.

Sanjeev didn't move and kept sitting there. He was ashamed to look at me 
after being beaten by his Mom.

"Come on! It's not the end of the world. Cheer up. " I said to him.

He muttered something, which I didn't understand. Anyway, I left him 
alone, so that he wouldn't feel all that embarrassed.

Next day, I went to his house. Mrs. Ray opened the door, inviting me in.

"Sanjeev's not at home at the moment. He called from his College a 
minute ago to inform that he'll come after 3 hours." She said.

"Ok!" I said. "I'll meet him later."

"Wait!" She said. "I wanted to ask you something."

I waited for her to go on.

"How did Sanjeev feel after losing to me yesterday? I hope he is not 
adversely affected."

"I don't think he took it too well." I replied.

She raised her arm to scratch her shoulder, and her bicep jumped up 
instantly, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't help staring at those 
massive mounds of sheer muscle. She caught me staring.

"You like my muscles. Don't you? I've seen you staring at them many 
times." She said. "And yeah! I did see your bulge when I beat Sanjeev 
yesterday."

I stood there dazed and nervous.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. It's fine that you are turned on by my 
strength." With that she advanced towards me. I backed away, nervously, 
not knowing what she had in mind. But, she was quicker, and in a 
lightening fast move, she wrapped her so massive arms around me and 
took me in a crushing embrace, the power of which lifted me off the 
ground. My erection was pressing against her steel hard body as she 
hoisted me higher still.

"You look kinda cute, when you're nervous." She said smiling.

Though I was enjoying every bit of it, I couldn't help feeling frightened by 
her intoxicating strength. Suddenly, I felt her embrace getting tighter. I 
tried to exert pressure on her shoulders to weaken her tight embrace, but 
I was amazed by the solidity of her broad shoulders, not to mention the 
rock solid biceps, which were digging deep in my ribs. She seemed to 
realise my futile struggles and lessened the pressure. She looked 
erotically at me, and her lips found mine with a brutal force. Despite 
being crushed against the hard contours of her gorgeous body, I was 
becoming even more and more aroused with each passing second. I ran 
my hands through her tight, curvaceous body. She carried me into her 
bedroom and threw me atop her bed.

She ordered me to remove my clothes, which I obediently did. Removing 
her own clothes, she looked at me erotically. She was a sight to behold. 
From her so firm breasts to her heavily muscular thighs, she indeed was 
a Goddess. She pounced on me and we really had some great sex. 

Needless to say, this time I was ashamed to look into Sanjeev's eyes. But 
that was hell of an experience.