Daddies Brat

She was sweating profusely now and I was having the worst case of blue balls. We decided that we could start with some stretch exercises for her. I asked her to sit on the floor and stretch her legs in front of her and to try and touch her toes with her hands without bending her knees. Big mistake. As she stretched herself to touch her toes, I could see her breasts through the neck opening of her t-shirt which fell low. I could almost see all of her breasts, as I was holding her legs down. I tried to look away but, the nineteen-year-old in me would not listen and every given chance would sneak a look. Mrs. Mehta then asked me to do my push-ups and I started. She then asked me to take my t-shirt off and do it so I would be more comfortable. I wasn’t sure I wanted to take it off today, it was what was covering my hard-on. Mrs. Mehta insisted that I do and asked me not to be shy, I had no choice. I was only hoping it wouldn’t be visible. I started doing my push-ups and soon I started sweating. She wanted to try doing push-ups too.

I asked her to spread her legs and her hands and push herself off the floor. She tried it but then her whole body was touching the floor. She asked me to hold her waist and help her. I held her waist with shivering hands. As I held her she pushed herself off the floor and managed to do it the right way. After three push-ups, Mrs. Mehta lay down on the floor saying she needed a small break. After a few seconds, she again asked me to hold her only this time I didn’t realize she had pulled her t-shirt a little towards the top and when I held her I touched bare skin. Mrs. Mehta did not seem to mind it. She did four more push-ups and stopped. She lay down on her back breathing heavily. I could see her breasts heaving hard. Just as I tried to pull my eyes off her mounds she noticed me looking at it. Am also sure she noticed the hard-on I had making a tent in my shorts. She didn’t say a word. She then asked me what was the next thing on our agenda. I told her we needed to do some stomach crunches for her abdomen. And told her that she would need to bend her knee put her hands behind her head and touch her knees with her elbows without raising her feet off the ground.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Mrs. Mehta got on her back, bending her knees and putting her hands behind the back of her head trying to touch her knees with her elbows but barely managed to rise. She suggested that I hold her knees, so she can do it with little effort. And as I held her knees she came up and her elbows touched her knees and her breasts touched my hands. I was getting harder by the minute.

It was almost an hour and I was waiting to get back home at the earliest. Mrs. Mehta then asked me what was the best way to increase blood circulation to her shoulders, neck, and head. I told her that we had a yoga exercise where you stand on your head for a few minutes resting your feet on a wall. She asked me to help her with it. As I held her legs to raise it, her t-shirt fell over her face giving me a full view of her beautiful breasts. She immediately tried to push it back with one hand and she fell against me her knee touching my rock-hard cock. She got up and asked me if I was alright. I just nodded. She smiled and asked me if I had never seen a woman nude before, I almost stumbled hearing her say that. I managed to just shake my head and meekly replied with a no. She laughed and asked me if I had not seen nude pictures of women in magazines and I said yes I had.

She excused herself with a smile and went to get some water for herself. I wanted to leave, I wanted to get back home and jerk my cock off. She came out again and looked at me and her eyes ran down to my crotch which made a visible tent in my shorts still smiling, she asked me not to tell anyone what I had just seen and made me promise I wouldn’t utter a word even to my best friend. She told me if I promised not to tell anyone she would let me see her breasts again. I was all red and zapped out of my skull wondering if I had heard her right or was I dreaming? I quickly nodded and she took her t-shirt off.

She walked over to me and taking my face in her hands asked me if I wanted to taste her tits, without waiting for a reply she pulled my face down to her breasts. I started sucking on it afraid that I might wake up and the dream might end. I sucked hard licking it. As I did Radha, Mrs. Mehta’s first name, kept asking me to suck her harder and nibble at it. This was encouragement enough for me as I started sucking and biting on her mounds my hands squeezing and pinching her other breast. She slowly slid out of her track pants. I was in heaven already, a married lady much older than I was, standing only in her panty in front of me and asking me to suck her breasts every teen’s dream come true.