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Erotica Friend's obedient Mom

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Hello, my name is Abhay and I'm writing to say hello to everyone.. It's the first story to come via me on Xf. As a co-author, I've contributed to many good tales and articles, and I've also authored some entirely on my own. It was one of my first freelancing jobs, which I began 7 years ago. I didn't think this would be my first tale on xf because I'm working on a fantasy erotica, but it is. So, without further ado, let's get started with the storey.

Furthermore, you will find narrative characters that are identical to an another Xf story but both Stories are polls apart. Yes, they are similar only in name, since that is where I got the concept for this one. Check out that storey as well; it's a romantic masterpiece. nain11ster named it "too young, too old."
 
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Update 1
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"Mom, I'll see you later. Pali and Akanksha are accompanying me to the mall "As she approached the back door, Meera yelled. "Som, hello. I didn't notice you enter. Do you have any plans for the day?" As she entered the kitchen, Meera inquired.

"Nah. I just came in for a quick bite to eat. This afternoon, I'm going to go shoot some hoops at the Basketball court "Som grinned in response.

"Alright. I'll catch up with you later. Enjoy your time." As she rushed out the door, Meera waved goodbye.The first week of summer vacation had begun. Meera and Som had just completed their senior year in high school and were looking forward to a relaxed summer before starting college. They had known each other their entire lives and had been great friends until the previous several years. They were still close, but their hobbies, intrest and friendships had taken them in different directions over time, and they had began to drift apart. It hadn't always been this way.

Meera Jadeja lives with her mother as an only child. She had never met her father because he died when she was only a year old. Pursom Malhotra, also called by his pet name of som from friends and family. His family had recently moved in next door about the same time. Som and Meera became fast friends because they were only a year apart in age. They did everything together, even attending the same school. Som's parents, on the other hand, ran into financial difficulties when he was ten years old, and were forced to sell the house and relocate to another section of town. Som and Meera's friendship remained strong, but as they approached adolescence, things began to shift. Meera blossomed into a stunning woman throughout that time.

Despite the fact that she was only 5'3" tall and weighed 53 Kg, she was proportionately well developed. Her auburn(reddish-brown) hair was wavy to shoulder length and she had dark almond-colored eyes. Her high cheekbones and charming small nose, topped with a few freckles, gave her the innocent look of a 'girl next door.' Her dimensions, aside from her height, were those of a model. She had wonderfully shaped breasts that fit neatly into a 'B' cup bra, a narrow firm waist, and a flawlessly rounded ass, all supported by a pair of slender shapely legs. Overall, she was a stunning package.

Som also developed, although not almost as pronounced as Meera. He stood 5'11" and weighed 80 kg. His hair was short and black, his eyes were brown, and his facial features were average. His physique was toned but not bulky. He was ordinary, at best and was not particularly gifted in any particular area.

Som's feelings for Meera began to change as they approached puberty. He became enamoured with the beautiful woman she was growing into and developed strong feelings for her. He was too shy to tell her how he felt, so he stood on the sidelines and watched her as they drifted apart.His feelings for her became an obsession, as the years passed and the distance continued to grow. They were still good friends and saw each other practically every day, but it became more and more difficult for Som, as he watched her date other boys. Meera's mom was like a second mom for Som, and she welcomed him in their home anytime. He would often just walk in, sit down at the kitchen table, and her mom would make him some something to eat. He was like another member of the family. Mrs.Sugandha Jadega didn't mind, since she knew Som's parents were still having financial and marital difficulties. So Som would look for every opportunity to get out of the house, and away from that situation.

Som's obsession with Meera took a dark turn, as he began to conspire for ways to get information on her, and, hopefully, get her to notice and start taking an interest in him. He devised a plan which, he hoped, would give him some form of leverage to use against her. Two days ago, while hanging out at the Jadeja residence, watching some TV, he put this plan into action. He slipped onto their computer, while Meera was out with some friends, and Mrs. Sugandha was in the kitchen cooking supper. Som quickly installed the invisible 'key logger' program he had brought with him on a memory stick. The program was designed to silently log all keystrokes made by the user, and would also take periodic screen shots and then e-mail the entire package, every 5 minutes, to his e-mail address. All of this would happen in the background, without the user ever being aware.

The first night was rather unremarkable, and mostly involved Meera talking with her girlfriends, on Fb Messenger, about their plans for the upcoming weekend, but the next night something happened, which was so unexpected and unbelievable, that it set in motion an event which went way beyond anything Som had ever imagined possible. After eating supper at the Jadeja's again, Som indicated that he was not feeling well and was going to go home and head to bed early. He of course ran home and quickly logged onto his computer expecting Meera to get on again and begin talking with her friends. However, unbeknownst to him, Meera had got a last minute call from one of her girlfriends asking if she wanted to come over for the night to watch a couple of movies with the girls.

After about a half hour had passed, Som's account began to receive e-mails from the key logger program. As he began to read through the first e-mail, Som was beside himself with excitement. The e-mail showed that Meera was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Som hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Pet Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher. The story was hot and was a tremendous turn-on for Som. He had never really considered going that far, but the thought of it intrigued him.

As the e-mails continued to come in Som saw that Meera had moved on to another story called "The Making of an Office Slut" which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts. As he read through the second story, Som couldn't help but begin to masturbate as he imagined Meera doing the same thing as she read through the story.

After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Som saw that Meera had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing. Many of the photos showed women, in various states of bondage, being clamped, whipped, spanked, or cum on. Other pictures showed women on their knees gagging on massive cocks, which filled their mouths and throats, all eventually getting cum facials. Yet others had women getting gang banged by numerous men, filling all of their orifices at once.

Som was floored. He had never expected this!!! On a whim, Som grabbed the phone and dialed Meera's number, hoping to catch her in an awkward moment.

"Hello."

"Oh hi, Aunty. Can I talk with Meera please?" Som asked Mrs. Sugandha.

"No, I'm sorry. Som, but soon after you left, Meera got a call from Akanksha asking if she wanted to come over and watch some movies. She left soon after you did," Mrs. Sugandha replied.

After a moment's pause, Som asked, "So, you're the only one home right now?"

"Yes, that's right. It's just been me this evening. Was there something I can help you with Som?" Mrs. Sugandha asked politely.

"Umm.....no that's fine aunty. I'll talk to Meera tomorrow," Som quickly replied.

"Alright then, good night, Som."

"Goodnight, Sugandha aunty." Som slowly hung up the phone and continued to stare at the receiver for several minutes. This was a curve ball he certainly hadn't expected.

For the first time, Som began to think about Mrs. Sugandha in a very different way. He had never really noticed before but she was really just an older version of Meera. She had gotten pregnant with Meera just after her 18th birthday, so that meant she was only 36 years old right now. 'Not really that old at all,' he thought to himself. Strange he had never noticed before. She was a couple of inches taller than Meera, but from what he could see through the slightly baggy clothing she always wore, her figure was very similar to Meera's. She had slightly longer, straighter and darker colored hair than Meera, but had the exact same eyes and facial features.

Reading through the stories again, a plan began to take shape in Som's mind. If he couldn't have Meera, maybe he could have her mother instead.

[P.S :- story is based in Goa]

 
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Update 2
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The next morning, Som got up early and headed over to the Meera's house. He let himself in, as he always did, and sat at the kitchen table reading the paper. He had a hard time focusing on the words on the page and found his mind constantly wandering back to the plan he had formulated last night. When Meera walked into the kitchen, hollering to her mother that she was heading out to the mall with her friends, Som hardly noticed her, he was so deep in thought.

When she asked him a question, he found he had to struggle to focus on her and come up with an answer. He managed to blurt out something about going to shoot hoops, and was actually glad when she left it at that and ran out the door with a quick wave. Now he was home alone with her mom and could start to put his plan into action.

He continued to sit at the table and pretend to read the paper until he heard Mrs. Sugandha enter.

"Oh, hi, Som."

"Hi, Aunty. Did you have a good night last night?" Som asked very pointedly, staring intently at her. She was wearing another one of her bland, baggy sweaters and a pair of unflattering pants. Som realized that in the entire time he had known her, he could never recall seeing her in anything else.

Looking at Som with an odd expression on her face, she hesitantly replied, "Umm....yes I did, thank you."

After a pause, "would you like some breakfast, Som?"

"Yes, that would be fine, Aunty," Som replied, still looking intently at her.

As she turned and busied herself at the stove, Som gathered his thoughts and tried to muster the courage to proceed with his plan, praying a silent prayer that it would work. When a few minutes had passed, he reached out and intentionally knocked over his glass of milk spilling it onto the floor by his feet.

Hearing the accident, Mrs. Sugandha spun around to see what had happened. Seeing that it was just a bit of spilt milk, she began to walk towards the closet to retrieve the mop.

"No, Aunty., don't use that. Use this," Som quickly replied holding up a dish towel he had conveniently placed on the table next to the milk.

Without even thinking about it, Mrs. Sugandha changed directions and walked over to the table to take the cloth from Som's outstretched hands. If she hadn't had such a sleepless night last night, because her thoughts had been plagued with images from the stories and pictures, she probably would have thought it odd that Som didn't clean up the mess himself.

She dropped the cloth on the spilt milk and was going to use her foot to move it around, but Som spoke up again. "No, Aunty. You should get down on your hands and knees to clean it up. It's the only way to make sure you do a good job," he said with a touch of authority in his voice.

Responding as if she was in a fog, Mrs. Sugandha slowly dropped to her knees at Som's feet and began to, hesitantly, clean up the mess. Som felt energized, having Meera's mom kneeling at his feet cleaning up after him. He knew he had to proceed carefully from here or else he would risk blowing it all.

As she continued to work, Som began in a conversational tone of voice, "you know Aunty, I was reading somewhere that a proper and decent woman wears a blouse and a skirt. You are a proper and decent woman aren't you,?" Som asked, again staring at her intently.

Sensing his intent gaze, and confused about the strange feelings running rampant through her, as she knelt at his feet, Mrs. Sugandha began to color slightly at the cheeks and could not look him in the eyes. Her thoughts were jumbled and she had a difficult time formulating a response. When she realized he expected her to answer, she finally managed to mumble, "Yes.......I guess so."

Sensing her confusion and weakness, Som pressed the attack. "Well, if you are indeed a 'proper and decent woman', then shouldn't you also dress in that fashion?" he asked.

Head still bowed and turning a deeper red, Mrs. Sugandha stuttered, "well....I.....it's just......I.......I guess so."

"Well alright then. It's settled. Next time I see you, you should be dressed that way," Som replied amicably, sensing a win. "I think you got it all cleaned up now Aunty. You can get up now."

Flushed deep red, Mrs. Sugandha rose on unsteady legs and walked back over to the stove, to continue cooking breakfast. For the rest of the meal, Som acted as if nothing had happened and talked about various topics like school, sports, and local events.

Once he had finished eating, he informed Mrs. Sugandha, "I'm going to head out to the school to shoot some hoops, but would like to drop by for supper, if that's alright with you?"

Having regained some of her composure, and feeling more at ease with the rest of the conversation she had with Som, she readily replied, "certainly Som. You know you are always welcome here."

"Thanks, Aunty I gotta go now." Som waved goodbye as he headed for the back door. As he stepped outside he took a deep breath to steady himself and prayed that the suggestion he had planted in her would take root and come to fruition later on.

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It was late in the afternoon and nearing suppertime, when Som finally decided to head back for supper. He had sort of wandered aimlessly for most of the day, trying to waste as much time as he could, shooting hoops, hanging out at the mall, and heading down to the skate park, prior to heading back to the Sugandha's.

As he walked up the back steps, Som's stomach was roiling with anxiety and fear, since he did not know what he was going to find when he walked into the house. The first thing he noticed was the smell of supper cooking in the oven. That was certainly a good sign. As he entered the kitchen he saw Mrs. Sugandha standing over the stove, stirring something in a pot. She was wearing a black skirt with a white blouse!!!

Som was ecstatic. His suggestion to Mrs. Sugandha, this morning, had sunk in and she had complied. He could now see her figure much more clearly. It looked even better than he had imagined. Like Meera, she had nice thin shapely legs and a beautifully curved ass. Her breasts were slightly larger than Meera's, but looked just as firm. Som could feel his cock beginning to stir in his pants as he imagined Mrs. Sugandha standing naked in front of him.

Since her back was to the door, Mrs. Sugandha had not heard Som enter. After looking her up and down several more times, Som cleared his throat and said nonchalantly, "hello Aunty."

Turning her head, Mrs. Sugandha smiled and replied, "Oh, hi Som. You're just in time. Supper will be ready in 15 minutes. Meera is just upstairs getting changed, if you want to have a seat for a few minutes."

As Som sat at the table, he could see that it had already been set, and, fortunately, the milk was already on the table. Taking a deep breath, Som filled his glass up and then casually knocked it over, once again spilling its contents onto the floor at his feet. "Oh my, I'm sorry Aunty, I did it again," he said with a wistful smile.

"Oh, that's alright Som." She began to head toward the closet again, but then suddenly remembered the events of the morning, and abruptly turned around, grabbed the dishcloth from the handle of the stove, and walked over to the table. Slowly sinking to her knees, Mrs. Sugandha began to clean up the mess in the manner which she had been instructed this morning.

With a smile, Som pulled out his digital camera and quickly, without her noticing, snapped off a shot of her kneeling at his feet cleaning up the mess. From his vantage point, he could see a hint of flesh through the opening of her shirt. He could see Mrs. Sugandha was uncomfortable and was having a difficult time meeting his gaze.

"You know, Aunty, a decent and proper woman would not have so many buttons on her shirt done up. I think it best if you undo the top one," suggested Som.

"Well......I.......don't think that's........" she stammered.

Cutting her off before she get any further in her protestations, Som demanded "now Aunty. You do want to be a good role model for your daughter, don't you? You want to set a good example, right?"

"Well.......yes.......I suppose," she murmured, feeling a fog settle over her. A combination of the lack of sleep, and confusion over the strange feelings coursing through her body created confusion and uncertainty in her.

"Well, then quit arguing about it. If you delay any longer, then Meera will be here and it will have to be 2 buttons undone," Som replied authoritatively. He could sense her will breaking as she looked down at her shirt, and then, with shaking hands and red face, began to fumble with the top button of her blouse. Since she was distracted looking down at her button, Som quickly snapped off another picture with his camera.

Once it was undone, Som could see the cleft between the mounds of her breasts and the white lacy bra she was wearing much more clearly.

'There you go, Aunty. I think you got it all cleaned up. Thanks," he said quickly stashing the camera back into his front shirt pocket.

Again, with shaking legs, Mrs. Sugandha rose and went back to the stove to continue cooking the supper. Som was very pleased with himself, since things were going exactly as he had planned. He couldn't believe his good fortune. In his mind, he had imagined everything going wrong, at every step, and never being able to reach the prize, at the end of the tunnel, but, now, it was almost within reach.

Almost as if on cue, Meera walked into the kitchen moments later, bringing with her a magical scent of perfume and flowers. With a big smile she said "Hi Som. Good to see you again. How was your day?"

"Oh, it's been pretty good. It's nice just to relax and not worry about study, grades and stuff. How was yours?" he asked.

"Awesome. The mall was packed and there was a truckload of sales going on," she replied enthusiastically.

"Meera, Food will be ready in 10 minutes," Mrs. Sugandha interjected.
 

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