This erotic story is between my mom’s Muslim BFF Zoya and me that took place during my 12th standard. I was a virgin then and an average student wit... a big 6″ cock.Coming to Zoya aunty, she is married but her hubby and daughter were settled in the US for her daughter’s education. So their family used to reunite only twice in a year. Zoya aunty is a maths professor in Hyderabad.Zoya aunty had a voluptuous figure measuring 36-28-38. She was 40 and still had maintained a great sexually attractive. The rest was glistening on T’s tan shoulder and arm.It was time to get her back to bed. I opened the drain and got a few beach towels to lie on her bed so I could dry her off. First, I brushed a bunch of sand from her bed on to the floor, pulled back her spread and covered her sheets with the beach towels. I grabbed T from behind with a dry bath towel and yanked her out of the tub and dragged her to her bed. I was sweating from the heat, the exertion and the excitement. I took quick shower. Vohh ekdum piche baith gyi thi aur mujhe ishara karke piche baithne ko bulaya mein fatafat jakr uske pas baith gya aur samay aise bhi thand thi na chaddar the na kuch thode der tak hum aise hi baithe the phir jab humne dekha ki sab soogye toh humne ek dusre ko chipka liya aur sex ki baatein karne lage aur ek dusre ko sex stories sunane laga voh din mein kabhi nai bhulunga kya moment thi.Aise hi baat karte karte hum dharamsala pahuch gaye aur mein apne room mein jakr change karne laga tabhi. I writhed in pain and passion with each thrust. My eyes saw this huge monster above me furiously attacking my most sensitive reaches, but I failed to conceive the reality. His fervent energy seemed to seep into me and turned his onslaught into the most violent and intense sex I had ever experienced. When he came and shot his semen against the walls of my inner caves I almost felt myself being hurled backwards. The pressure released from inside him was unbelievable. The energy in his thrusts.