Aman and the Landlady

Aman was getting a new room. The rent prices in New Delhi were way above costs for an orphan like him. However, the house he was getting an air-conditioned room in was huge and was owned by an unmarried middle-aged woman of about 35. She was an incredible sight to his eyes. She was 6 feet tall and had decent muscles which showed up on her body, not too much too look awkward, not too less to look soft. She was giving him one huge bedroom and an excellent deal of providing him with 4 meals a day and access to her old Indica (a car). All at an extremely cheap price. She looked really kind and caring, almost like a mother.

Aman had never thought his studies were important and never got a good job but eventually got hired by a budding software start-up based in Kolkata. He was 5 feet 6 inches and a more or less fit body with only a little muscle on his body. Girls did not usually fall for him and he had only one steady girlfriend who eventually ditched him because he wouldn’t last long in the bed. And getting ditched in an incredibly spectacular public manner never ceased to have its effect on his popularity. People laughed at him wherever he went and when he got out of college, most people got their jobs but he had to stand behind as everyone moved on. He had a hard time for those couple of years but after 2 years of working in part-time jobs and doing menial chores, he eventually tried to join smaller companies and he soon joined the start-up. He was still at the lowest level of the firm hierarchy but he was happy to at least have a decent job.

He finally shifted the last of his meagre possessions into his new room. He had often defaulted on previous occasions and ended being thrown out but this time he had a stable job so he wasn’t as afraid. He had all in all 3 bags of luggage. Including his clothes, documents, money, gadgets and his lucky bottle of rum. He had won that in a cricket betting that he had won around 4 years ago. It was the only time he got lucky. And just when he had thought all was lost and was going to take a long sip from the bottle he had not opened since, he had received an appointment letter from the start-up. And then he moved into a huge house with a really sexy landlady who had boobs that were so large he wanted to bury his head in them. She picked up his last bag and carried it to his room while he meekly followed. She was towering over him, over a half foot taller than him. He only reached upto the base of her breasts. The bags were quite heavy for him but for her they didn’t seem like anything as she carried all three bags in her left hand and put them inside the room.

"Thanks a lot, Ms. Priyanka, I am extremely grateful to you.", he said.

"It's all right, beta, I am thankful for the opportunity to help a young orphan like you. You can consider me your mother. Even I was an orphan once, I know your pain.", as she said that, she gave a warm hug to him. It was purely motherly affection but Aman couldn’t stop fantasising and keeping his lust-filled thoughts out of his mind and his dick did nothing to hide that and was fully erect and if she looked down, she might have noticed but she didn’t. Aman didn’t like being treated like a poor little kid just because he was an orphan partly because he wanted to forget his bad times and partly because he felt he was too manly to show his true feelings. He did feel like crying his heart out and let out his years of frustration but his heart was already quite cold and all he cared about were lust and money. He hugged her back and felt her curves but took care not to make it too obvious that he was into her.

He went into his room and saw a bed on the corner, a nice wardrobe and a working table all aligned perfectly in the room. He was like the regular bachelor, unorganised and very messy. He didn’t feel like unpacking and needed a serious rest. He collapsed on the edge of the bed and almost instantly fell asleep.

When he woke up, he was in the centre of the queen sized bed, tucked in under a bedsheet. His shoes and socks were lying in the corner of the room. The A/C was also on and maintained at the perfect temperature. If that were not enough, his clothes were all unpacked and ordered neatly in the wardrobe and his books and gadgets were neatly arranged on the big working table and she had even put a lamp over there. It was a feeling alien to him. It was like someone cared for him. Probably a little too much but still. He felt a bit ashamed of thinking of a woman who was probably the only one who had actually cared for him, in such a lustful way.

The house was a double-storey house and the bedrooms were in the ground floor while the second floor was being used as an office space for his landlady's business. He walked out of his room and into the living room. The entire living room was carpeted and there were three bedrooms and a kitchen adjoined to it. He stayed in the room just beside hers and the room beside the kitchen was meant for her family or friends who occasionally dropped in. There was also this dining room which had 8 chairs and he didn’t understand why but he didn’t really care much. There was even a TV over there. As for the living room, there was a huge sofa right opposite the huge LED TV and two side sofas perpendicular to the bigger sofa. And what really made the room seem even more magnificent was the chandelier. The staircase was behind the sofa.

She was sitting on the sofa watching some English movie as he walked from behind the sofa and sat down on the other end.

"Thank you for the help, ma'am", he said, unable to say anything more than that.

"You don’t have to thank me for everything I do. I am only doing this because I care for you. And call me Priyanka", she said, with a warm motherly smile on her face.

"I appreciate your help, Priyanka", he said, he must have looked extremely shy because his face was feeling all weird and he barely covered the bulge in his pants. "I think I will go grab some lunch now." Aman got up and started towards the door, in front of which he saw his slippers.

"Oh, c'mon, lunch is in the dining room, you don’t have to eat outside now.", she said as she got up and switched off the TV. She walked towards him and his bulge was getting harder to conceal. She took his hand and started leading him to the dining room. She was so tall and muscular that she was just like he had fantasized. She smelt of a wonderful perfume and he couldn’t help staring at her firm round ass. Her thighs looked just as delicious. She was wearing a miniskirt and her muscular calves were clearly showing off. She directed him to the table where steaming hot lunch was ready. She sat him on the chair and went and washed her hands and came back and sat on the chair beside him. The maid served the lunch on Priyanka's plate. He wasn’t really sure if she was going to serve to him too or if he was to serve himself and was a bit uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, Priyanka didn’t say a word and pulled him onto her lap and sat him comfortably and started feeding him. Aman was completely taken over by his emotions now. A woman he had met only a few days ago had adopted him as her child and provided him love and care, two things which nobody had ever given to him. His eyes filled with tears and halfway through he broke down. Pea-sized tear drops rolled off his cheeks and he was completely confused. She seemed to have understood. She put down the spoon and hugged him hard and rested his head on her shoulder and slowly rubbed off his tears and kissed him on the forehead. With the other hand she pulled him closer to her and unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse and exposed her two huge breasts. She had no bra on and her boobs completely overflowed and she took the nipple and placed it inside Aman's mouth. She was breast feeding him like a child and he eventually stopped crying. He tasted extremely sweet milk and wondered if she was pregnant. He was not sad anymore and his lust-side started coming out and he felt like squeezing the boobs but he didn’t know what she would think of that. His dick was now almost ready to burst. He had to get up now and go to the washroom or he would have exploded in his pants themselves. He was scared and he stopped suckling and got off her super comfortable lap. She held his hand and got up. He was now completely helpless. He would definitely erupt and this woman would throw him out for doing such an act after she gave so much love to him. She bent and put an arm around his back and his butt and with the other hand squeezed his dick hard. He winced in the pain and he felt himself rising in the air in this woman's loving embrace and realised that she was stopping him from cumming and was walking towards the bathroom. She told him to open the door and got in and slowly, pulled of his pyjamas and then his boxers. When Aman saw himself in the mirror, he saw a 30-year old woman carrying a small little boy with one arm and taking off his pants with the other. The sight was too much for him to take and he was jerked off right when she pointed his dick towards the commode. A huge stream came out in long spurts and eventually stopped. He was still comfortably perched on the woman's left hand while his balls were leaking and she collected the rest of that sticky semen and deposited it in the sink and washed it off. She took another handful of water and washed off his genitals and dried it with a towel. She then adjusted him into a more comfortable cradle carry.

He was completely flummoxed. He had just jerked off thinking about the very woman who had just changed his life so positively and was the first person who had ever cared for him. He had mixed emotions, he really wanted her because she was like his dream girl. He had always wanted a stronger, older, taller and muscular woman to care for him and to make love with him. He was never the more dominant one in any of his sex sessions which had been the main reason of his breakups. On the other side, he did not want that she would now hate him and treat him like a spoilt brat if she did keep him in her house. It would have seemed that he betrayed her trust and did something so vulgar that he should be extremely ashamed.

She walked out of the washroom without saying a word and started walking to the dining room. Aman wanted to say sorry but he couldn’t speak, his body felt numb in her arms and told the maid to clean up the table. He was embarrassed beyond all limits and being seen by a maid, although a really hot one, was still a bit humiliating. His shirt barely covered his dick and his balls were clearly visible. But there was not a hint of expression on the maid's face as she cleaned up. She definitely wasn’t the Indian kind of maid who wore a saree and did all the menial chores. She had an air of professionalism and was more of a butler. She wore a simple shirt and skirt which showed off most off her lower body. She was probably in her late twenties.

Priyanka, still carrying Aman, walked to the living room and sat down with him on her thighs. Aman's head was hung in shame. She pushed his chin up and saw his eyes. Then she gave him a deep kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the kiss, unable to hold himself. She adjusted him so that he was kneeling on her lap and kissing her from the front. She hugged him hard and he put his legs on either side of her waist and kissed her uncontrollably. She slowly took his hand which until now was dormant, and put it on her tit and started squeezing it. He took the lead and started using his hands to squeeze her soft, yet firm boobs. She pulled him closer with one hand and with the other, started giving him a slow handjob. They went on for a long time and Aman was about to cum again. This time, she completely cut him off and broke away from the kiss. He was a little disappointed but immediately knew he shouldn’t protest. He sat back on her lap with his legs on one side and put his head on her shoulder. He was really happy. She had accepted him.

"Now get up!", she said, in a louder and more authoritative tone.

He got scared out of his wits and instantly stood up. She took off his T-shirt and tossed it away.

"You need to get punished. Jerking off alone is not going to be tolerated. Either me or the maid must be there when you masturbate. Do you know nearly how unhealthy you are? You are not fit, you don’t eat well, you are not masturbating properly and above all, you are too shy to admit your feelings. Now lay down on my lap.", she said. Aman was now even more scared, was she going to spank him?

He laid down on her thighs with his dick right between them. She slowly rubbed his ass and pulled on the butt cheeks. A growing sense of fear and eroticism arose in him. He could not understand how those both feelings could coexist.

She then landed her first hit. It burnt his bum.

He had been ragged several times in college and was the wimp in school. He had gotten more than his fair share of spankings, mostly by girls. His worst spanking was done by this female bully who made him sit on her lap in front of several other girls in a lesbian party and start spanking him and crushing his balls. Several girls had abused him on that day and he barely escaped because he was beaten up so badly that he fell unconscious. He remembered waking up in a diaper in that girl's younger sister's room. Her teenage sister had dressed him up like a baby and he felt really humiliated. The video spread like a forest fire and he was the laughing stock of the entire college. But his situation completely changed after he started going to the gym. A year or so later, he beat up the college's strongest guy, although with a fair bit of unfair play. Shortly after, he was the primary target of the entire bully club and he returned home every day with bruises all over his body. 

She landed another huge hit. This one hurt much more.

He had once been in school and got injured by a group of girls who thought he liked their leader. When he got to the nurse, she took off his clothes and inspected his wimpy body. He told her of the incident and she gave him 50 spanks for eyeing girls dirtily and though he wouldn’t admit it, they weren't meant to hurt much. She then rubbed several ointments all over his body while his tiny body was on her lap. She had even cared for him on other occasions although it was more for her personal pleasure. He even went to her apartment a couple of times and for the short time between school and college, he lived in her apartment and she totally screwed him almost every day. Carnal pleasure was his only pleasure.

The third one hurt even more, it felt like he was being pounded by a blunt axe.

He remembered that one day when he peeked through the bathroom keyhole at his girlfriend's house. He wasn’t looking at his girlfriend, he was looking at her mom. She caught him staring and he remembered the spanking she gave and then she had rubbed his ass with Vaseline and then sat him on her lap. She was wearing a strapon and he rode it like a cowboy riding a horse. His girlfriend was out so they went all out for a long time. Her mom threatened to tell her daughter if he resisted. He was her slave for that year when he finally left college. She physically abused him in every way possible. She was quite strong and he wrestled with her several times and lost, and then had to lick her juices. She seldom gave him pleasure but did fuck him with a strapon sometimes. 

The fourth one was the breaking point. He let out a shout and started crying profusely and tried to get off her lap.

The fifth one was the loudest and hardest one. It felt like a thousand needles pierced his skin and his butt ached a lot. He almost passed out and she flipped him over.

"Oh my God, did I hurt you too much, honey?", she said, with a guilty expression. She lifted him up and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I am so sorry, it was supposed to just teach you a lesson, I will never hit you again. I am really sorry for hitting you, dear. Momma has been really bad"

He was crying uncontrollably and she gently rubbed an ointment on his bare butt. "I love you, sweetie", she whispered.

He fell asleep and then woke up on her lap while she was watching another movie. His butt was not hurting at all and he was completely nude. It certainly was quite comfortable on her lap but he did not want the maid to see him like that. Priyanka was looking super-hot wearing a bikini and it barely managed to hold her nipples and some part of her breast but the rest was clearly visible. It also made it easier for him to feel her amazing body, especially the thighs.

"Can I go get some clothes, Priyanka?", he asked, cautiously.

"Oh, you are awake! Why do you need any clothes now?", she asked.

"I just don’t want to be seen naked by the maid and it is kind of uncomfortable being nude.", he said.

"Really? The maid is a really nice woman, besides there is nothing she hasn’t seen… And you don’t really need any clothes while you are here. You are comfortable with being nude with me and definitely you don’t need clothes to stay warm, I am here for that.", she said and hugged him hard, passing warmth on to his slightly colder body. He felt really good, like a five year old rewarded his ice cream.

"I love you, P", he said, kissing the top of her boobs and holding on tight.

"I love you too, my sweet cuddles", she said as she slowly pulled her bikini down so that he could suck on her nipples. "You must have noticed I am producing milk, I am not pregnant, it’s a genetic thing. I can lactate until I get really old."

"You are the most beautiful thing in the world…", he said between his drinking sessions. He kept on sucking on her nipples for a long time.

"Not more than you, babe.", she said, kissing him on the head. "I have had my eye on you since last year where I saw you during a party. When I found out you needed a house, I immediately got your agent to send you to me. I love you but I am really sorry that this was a setup."

"I don’t really care. Besides, I have to be the one to thank you.", he said.

His dick was quite awake but not totally erect. He put his legs around her legs and slowly went up and started kissing her sensually. His tongue explored her mouth as she stroked his dick lightly. His hands were behind her neck, buried in her thick black hair. She squeezed his butt lightly and pulled him closer. They stayed like that for a long time. Aman was the happiest man on earth.

"You don’t have to work if you don’t want to.", she said, a long time after they had broken from the kiss and were concentrating on the movie. "I don’t mean to be rude, but I think you don’t need to, I earn more than enough for both of us. You would hardly earn anything from that job which you don’t even like."

"I don’t know, I just thought money was everything till now. I was finally gonna get a job and earn when I met you. I really love you, but I think we should give it some time. I mean, we just met today.", he said cautiously, carefully thinking twice before each word.

"I understand. I know how what you mean. But I will still love you.", she said back.

8 MONTHS LATER…

They were in India. Priyanka's foster family had prepared for the wedding. Priyanka was 34 and Aman was 24 so everyone was uncertain about the marriage. But their love was evident. The elders in her family, namely her grandmother and mother had agreed to the marriage. After all, even their husbands were slightly younger than them. They married with full pomp in Indian style. Aman's few friends had also been invited. During the entire marriage, Aman sat on her lap doing the rituals and when the time came for the phere(pronounced "fhey-rey". It's an Indian marriage ritual where the bride and groom have to circle a holy fire 7 times), she carried him in a cradle carry despite wearing a heavy saree and jewellery. After each round, they kissed. On their nuptial night, she breastfed him milk.

He was sitting on her lap sucking on her milk for more than 15 minutes. She took off all his clothes and tossed them aside. He then sat on the bed as she removed her clothes one by one in a sexy striptease and eventually she got naked. She walked to the bed and bent down so that she could kiss him. He wrapped his legs around her waist and his erect dick was rubbing on her belly button. She grabbed his buttocks and stood up straight. They kissed for long and slowly and she pushed him upwards so that she could give him a blowjob and he was sitting on her shoulder while she gave him an aerial blowjob. He was experiencing bliss. It felt awesome, her engorging his dick into her warm wet mouth. He was near cumming but she stopped him. "Not so soon, honey."

She dropped him off her shoulders and for a second he thought he was going to fall. She caught him mid-air and pushed his legs back around her waist. She held his back with one hand and walked towards the bathroom. The bathtub was full of warm water and she got into the tub while carrying him with one hand. She took a body lotion and gave it to him. "Rub me with it, won't you darling?", she said in a seductive tone. She laid down in the tub and he sat comfortably on her belly. He started rubbing her sensually. Slowly, but surely, his dick was rising again. He finished her normal parts quickly first and spent more time on her boobs. She started giving him a handjob in the water as he rubbed her boobs hard. She pushed him up her body so his dick was between her humongous tits. She gave him a nice boobjob while he was busy fiddling with her nipples. He came to near cumming and she put his dick into her mouth and sat up straight. She slowly tickled his balls and he burst. A huge stream of cum flowed down her  awaiting throat. He had never lasted for a second erection, he always collapsed in her motherly arms after his first time. But it was completely fine with Priyanka. She cleaned him up and then herself and slept on the sofa with him on her lap and her nipple in his mouth. The whole night, he was sucking on the breast.

That night, he slept more peacefully than he did in all his 24 years.