I used to masturbate thinking of my age group girls or cinema actress until that day..(start from next para) Her house is 100 Meter away from my house...in the same street. Her Garden ( used for castles) is just opposite side of her house. In our village , People don’t have bath/Toilet at their homes, we used open area toilet and nearby Pump set or well water for bath.One fine day while i walk on the street, my Periamma came out from her garden after taking bathe with wet petticoat and covered. ’ I thought to myself while rubbing my fingers on her sexy back. Farheen madam shifted a little and I could see the round globes of her ass moving with her saree. In addition to having sexy and perfect mummay she also had a great ass. ‘Peeche se bhi loose hai…your fitting bhi acha nahin hai’ I said. She nodded in agreement.I then walked in front of her and said ‘Madam pallu thora neeche karnaparega, blouse ko theek tarah se dekhna hai.’ She removed her pallu from her boobs…and what a site it. “Sssh!” she hissed as she licked the finger. “Mmmm fresh, right little cock-sucker too then?” she smiled. With that, my shirt was pulled roughly over my head. I heard a sigh as my saloon-girl basque came into view. A pair of strong, small hands began their slow sensual progress from my bare shoulders to my cups, and slowly down to my waist. They lingered there, their owner shaking ever so slightly. God. I had never been with a woman. And now it was happening like this! My stomach lurched. My. I there. My name is Melissa. This story is about my craziest sex moments so far in my life since I turned eighteen years old. I love to look back at these times and laugh and masturbate about them. So here goes...