 | Isn't true that one should be blessed to have sexy neighbors? I was one among those privileged
lot while my family briefly settled in Pune when my Dad was transferred there. Manasi Sarkar,
our immediate neighbor soon became a close friend of Veena, my mother. Manasi was almost
50, and had been divorced for almost a decade. In spite of the fact that she was more than twice
my age, I began fantasizing about having sex with Manasi. Why not? She was a petite woman,
standing 5'5" looking in good shape showing no signs of her age and her disturbed married life.
Her breasts were 36D which always conquered my imagination. She looked very much like a
typical conservative Bengali woman although I somehow had the feeling that her eyes had a few
sparks of lust whenever I was around.
On that eventful day, things unfolded on their own leading to one of the most exciting
experiences I had ever had till date.
"Manasi shall be coming this noon," My mother was telling me as she was about to leave for her
monthly shopping. "I have kept an envelope on the TV with some money to be handed over to
her."
"Ok," I replied excitedly although I had plans to move out in the afternoon. Once my mother left,
I began waiting for the noon impatiently thinking about Manasi all the time. Manasi had by now
become a regular visitor to our house and I had managed to sneak peeks of her cleavage almost
on every occasion. She often preferred light blouses disclosing her bra which seemed hardly
sufficient to contain her over sized tits. I used to be amused of myself for being crazy about a
woman who was as old as his own mother. I had taken extra care in dressing myself up after a
nice clean shave.
Finally, Manasi did knock the doors around noon and as I opened the door, her fragrance struck
him straight away.
"Mrs. Sarkar, Please get in," I said while letting her in.
"Thank you, Did Veena leave any message?" Manasi said as she entered the house and looked
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