Right after I graduated from college, I got a fairly comfortable job at a fairly large telecommunications company in South Jakarta. Just walking distance to Pondok Indah Mall. Meli, my future wife, then followed me to Jakarta and worked at a bank in Bintaro. Our love journey could be said to be quite smooth. Truly a perfect life. I am not a strange person either. I was raised in a fairly religious and very orderly family. Throughout my life history, you can count how many times I have broken rules or norms. My biggest naughtiness was just drinking tomi (a tilted hat in case you’re wondering) and a little magadon, during a mountain climbing event in high school. But that was then.
It sometimes feels empty. Life feels like a toll road, without obstacles, smooth without turmoil, full of rules. Sometimes I want to rebel once in a while, break the rules. Once in a lifetime.
I moved in the middle of the crowd of touts to look for my bus. Sumber Alam. My regular for the past 2 years.
“Miss, Sumber Alam the Business hasn’t arrived yet?” I asked a counter clerk. Sweet too. A sweet item, actually.
“Dereng bro, Jogja, right? Mangke for half an hour instead…,” Why, why do you speak Javanese?
“Nuwun, sis.”
I sat waiting. Bus fumes are really suffocating. I felt myself short of breath. I’ve never liked the hustle and bustle of Jakarta. But I was stuck, I had to look for upa (“looking for rice”) in Jakarta.
Not long after that the bus came too. AB 26889 BK. I rushed up. 14A. two seats. I deliberately looked for a seat right under the AC. So you can sleep soundly. I immediately closed my eyes. Reduces noise caused by people passing by looking for a place to sit.
“Mas, mas, sorry…,” there was apparently a melodious voice. I opened my eyes.
“Sorry, can I exchange with my husband? My husband got a ticket for a seat on the opposite side. Because I just bought the ticket earlier.”
I saw the mother who said hello earlier. Then I saw her smiling husband nodding at me across from our seat, carrying a child who was about 5 years old.
“Oh, ma’am, I’m sorry, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I deliberately chose a place under the AC ma’am. Sorry,” I replied a little reluctantly. It wasn’t anything, but I really don’t like being bothered by the problems of people who are late in buying tickets like this couple.
The mother pouted. “Okay, pa, let’s give in. I’ll sit next to him, sir.”
Whatever. I closed my eyes again.
This trip would actually be fun, if I didn’t have to listen to the whining of a 5-year-old who seemed to never shut up. Not to mention the voices of the mothers next to me, who oh my, were so talkative. I was so annoyed.
It started to rain. The water dripped forming grooves on my window. Still stuck in Cawang. Damn.
Luckily Cikampek wasn’t congested. Vehicles started to roar, picking up speed. I saw a spread of green accompanied by heavy rainwater on the left side of the toll road. The sound of the rainwater roared loudly on the roof. People were starting to show signs of sleepiness, and it seemed like the atmosphere was getting so quiet. Uh, so romantic. If only Mei was beside me, her head would have been resting on my shoulder, and her hands were hugging my arm. If only ….
I looked to the side. The mother was now busy feeding her child. The father was busy with his PDA. A typical Jakarta family, in their late 30s and had just had a child. It seemed like a well-off family. But why were they taking the bus? Ah, who cares.
I closed my eyes again. The day was getting dark.
“Announcement, ladies and gentlemen. We apologize that there was a technical problem that caused the night light to not turn on,” said the bus conductor, surprising me.
“huuuuu,” the passengers replied in unison. Yup. I hate dim night lights the most. I like the dark the most. I will definitely sleep soundly tonight. It’s a long trip to Yogyakarta.
I glanced at my watch. 9 pm. Everyone seemed to be asleep. Including the mother and child beside me. The bus had just stopped at a restaurant. People had dinner and went back. They must have been full, and the most enjoyable event after eating was sleeping. The rain was still falling, drizzling. I continued my sleep.
Not long after I fell asleep, I felt the child’s foot next to me touching my foot. Damn. That meant the child’s shoe had touched my pants. I shifted my feet so that the child’s foot would not press on my pants. Of course with my eyes closed. Unexpectedly, the foot rubbed back. Eee, rude. I immediately opened my eyes to reprimand the parents. I was shocked.
It turned out that it was not a child’s foot. It was an adult’s foot. The mother’s foot. The child was no longer on her lap. Probably on the father’s lap. I immediately closed my eyes, pretending to sleep.
My gut feeling told me something else was going to happen. I rubbed my feet again, waiting for her response. And the woman rubbed back. I opened my eyes slightly. A flash of light from outside the bus gave me a little glimpse of the woman beside me. Her eyes were also closed, it turned out.
Suddenly the woman shifted her body slightly. Yes, towards me. We both sat side by side. My right side was pressed against the left side of her body. The scent of her hair and perfume began to enter my nose. I started to get aroused.
I tried to be braver. I leaned my body forward a little, and then I shifted towards her. So that at that time, my arm was right in front of her chest. The body was still. I then pressed my arm back a little, so that I could feel something so soft. Yes, her breasts. Her breasts were big. I could feel the volume when my arm rubbed against them. And very soft. My elbow then made a circular motion on her chest. Very slowly, my elbow moved. I didn’t want to make her think all sorts of things and then slap me.
The body was still. I glanced at her eyes. still closed. But I heard her sigh. So she was aroused. Me? very aroused. I felt my chest pounding. My head was spinning because of the very fast blood flow to my brain. I could hear my heartbeat in my own ears. I was going to commit a sin. 4 days before my wedding. Throughout my entire life. But that feeling, that lust, really made me unable to resist…..
My arms paused for a moment from rubbing her chest. Even more surprising, the mother’s hand began to stroke my thigh. yes, my thigh which was wrapped in brown cloth pants. Her hand very slowly stroked my leg from the base of my thigh to above my knee. I was shaking. Very shaking. I couldn’t stand it…
Now my position changed. I opened my bag and took a sweater. I was already wearing a jacket of course, because I was sleeping under the AC. but the sweater was for another purpose. I then covered the sweater over my chest, and then folded my hands. When seen from afar, it looked like someone whose hands were cold because of the AC. But that wasn’t the reason. I moved closer to her body. Her hand was still stroking my thigh. We looked at each other for a moment. Funnily enough, after that we both leaned back in our seats with our eyes closed. My hands started to move. My left hand that had been folded earlier started to move towards her chest. Very slowly. The hand started to trace the beautiful hill covered in cloth, starting from the edge.
I really enjoyed that moment. I slowly stroked the beautiful hill, from the edge to the right. I squeezed it a little, but not much. I didn’t want to hurt the beautiful hill. Really, that mother had perfect breasts. Big, and very supple. I felt that she was wearing a lace bra. I imagined its shape. Maybe it was black. Or red. And the lace was a little see-through. Maybe the cup was only half. Maybe the cup couldn’t hold that much breast volume. Oooh, I was getting more and more aroused.
The mother was wearing a denim dress with a skirt with buttons from the chest to the knees. Fortunately, the jeans were a soft fabric, so I could feel the texture of the lace on her bra.
Very stimulating. I glanced at her a little. She continued to stroke my thigh. I couldn’t wait. My idle right hand then led her hand to my erect penis. Aha, she understood. Then she continued to stroke the contour of my penis with her index finger and thumb which were clearly printed inside my pants. OOoh, awesome.
“Big …..,” she hissed. Her eyes remained closed. Mine too.
I continued my naughtiness. This time, I opened two buttons right in front of her big chest. With difficulty. Have you ever imagined opening big buttons on jeans? Yup, it’s very difficult. Finally she stepped in. Her right hand helped me open it.
My hand then slowly entered her shirt, to feel the beauty of her breasts underneath. My imagination did come true. A half-enough bra that was too small, with very stimulating lace. I really like lace, especially when the lace is in the right place. Bra and panties. I went back to stroking her chest. Now I squeezed it a little. The sensation was really amazing. She hissed. My head was pounding. My heart was beating very hard.
“Open it,” I whispered softly. Maybe it couldn’t be heard. But I didn’t want to risk being heard. Especially by her husband who was only sitting 50 cm across from her. It turned out he heard. She stopped stroking my penis, bent her body slightly, and then tried to unhook her bra at the back. It took her a while to open it. While she opened her bra, I slowly pulled down my pants zipper. Very slowly. After that, I pulled down my underwear. Not really. Just hooked the panties to the bottom of my penis. It was uncomfortable indeed.
But now my penis could freely point to the sky. Waiting for her caress.
It seemed like the bra hook had come loose. Her hands seemed smart, returning to find her target that had come loose earlier. And she was not surprised, this time my penis was already erect, coming out of her pants. Then she seemed surprised and then pulled her hands and then folded them in front of her chest. Pretending to sleep, while covering her two chest buttons that were already wide open.
Damn. someone wants to go to the toilet. she walked from the front. Luckily I had a sweater that could cover the naughty “bird”. Aah, a woman. This is going to take a long time. My heart was beating fast.
The person was in the toilet for a long time. I started to get impatient. My penis was starting to shrink. yeah of course, I was just warming up. It got cut off. ….
Finally the woman passed by beside us. Uuuh, relieved. The mother’s hand started first, slipping under the sweater, looking for “my little brother” who was starting to get hard again. Hmmm. Her hands were really smooth, and her touch was really enjoyable. She knew exactly how to stimulate a penis with touch. The touch was light, like floating. She didn’t squeeze, or rub too hard. everything was light and floating. And that made me float.
My hand didn’t want to lose either, like it had its own eyes that moved to find its target. The supple twin hills. And the hand found its target. The chest was really soft. Smooth and flawless. I absorbed every inch of my hand on her chest. Squeezing the base of her chest. Twisting her nipples. Her nipples. Her nipples were pointy, their size was extraordinary, as long as my index finger knuckles. And hard. Very hard. Like a small penis. I twisted it. again. And she hissed.
“Don’t be so hard,” she whispered very softly. I understand. I squeezed, twisted, stroked without stopping. Really enjoyable.
But there was still something missing. We were both unsatisfied. My penis remained incredibly hard. And it started to hurt now. Throbbing wildly. Her hand was still stroking my penis, but really, it was not capable of making me enjoy it continuously. She understood that.
“Down ….,” she whispered while directing my hand that was on her chest downwards. I immediately responded. My hand changed position, stroking her thigh that was covered by jeans. It didn’t feel like it. But from her body movements I knew, she was very aroused. She moved her body repeatedly, as if she really enjoyed the stroking of my hand on her thigh. Slowly I moved a little higher, right to the mound below the navel. She held my hand.
“Don’t …”
I was determined.
“Don’t …” Okay. I followed. I stroked her thigh again. This time my hand was bolder. I held the edge of her skirt and lifted it up a little. She didn’t refuse. I stroked her thigh again. Hhhm, really smooth. Really smooth. I felt the fine hairs on my palms. She was panting. Her hand had stopped stroking my penis. It was okay. It was better than torturing my “little brother” who was already incredibly hard.
I suddenly stopped stroking and pulled my hand away. Then looked at her. Her eyes asked. Asking why I stopped that.
“I want that,” I whispered close to her ear, pointing to the mound where her vagina was.
She shook her head. I then pretended to be asleep. Closed my eyes.
It took a long time. Maybe 5 minutes, maybe less. Her hand pulled mine and directed it to where I wanted it. Hehehehe, I won. She couldn’t stand it. My hand was already right on the mound. She unbuttoned her shirt right in that area. My hand moved to find her panties.
Obviously, it’s silk. Or Satin? I don’t care. The material of her panties is very smooth. I feel it. Make sure. Continue down, and I find what I’m looking for. Something is wet. It must be wet, because I feel it with my hand. My hand stops there. Feeling its shape. Slightly wavy. I feel vertical folds. Fine hairs around it. Quite thick. and very wet. I smile again. Victorious. My middle finger then strokes the wet folds. Slowly, but pressing a little. She hisses. Oh no. She moans. Keeps her eyes closed.
I get braver. I hold the elastic of the pants. and I lower them down. She holds my hand. I persist. She gives in.
My middle finger searches for the place again. The finger searches for the source of a woman’s pleasure. A small penis that is already very wet. I shake it slowly with my finger. Then stroke it. Then press it. Her body stiffens.
I stroke it again. Slowly and pressing a little. Slowly and pressing a little. The place feels wetter than before. My finger went deeper.
Feeling another fold inside that was very wet. Really wet. The cavity seemed endless. Then I moved my finger. in and out. Repeatedly.
Aha, I felt like my finger was being sucked in. Something was gripping. And that feeling made me aroused again. I kept moving my finger. Faster. Suddenly my finger felt like it was being poured with warm liquid. thick. She gasped. Her body tensed. This time for quite a long time. I kept moving my finger. She then held my hand. I obeyed. I looked at her.
Her eyes were closed. Like experiencing something. Maybe an orgasm. Her chest rose and fell, panting as if she had just run fast. The buttons were still open.
“Are you ..?”
“Yes … . Amazing …,” she whispered, looking at me. Oooh, her smile was so sweet. Her big round eyes reflected the flash of neon light outside the bus.
She looked down at my body.
“Poor huh, …” her smile pointed to “my little sister”. Of course. “My little brother” slept soundly while he was satisfied. At least with my finger.
“It’s okay…”
We both fell silent. Living the crazy moments earlier. Both eyes were closed. The cold air of the AC hit me. I glanced at my watch. 2 in the morning. And then the bus stopped. quite a while. People didn’t seem to care. They were still sleeping soundly, even though the AC was off.
I looked at my “partner”. His eyes were closed. His shirt was already buttoned. Complete. I moved to fix my pants.
“Don’t…,” he said while holding my hand that was about to pull the zipper. Oh, he turned out to be glancing at me. Okay. I obeyed. I wanted to know what he wanted to do. I just covered it back with a sweater. The air temperature in the bus started to get hot. My sweat started dripping from my forehead.
Finally the bus started moving. The AC started blowing again. Cool. I closed my eyes again.
“Open your eyes, watch out…”
I don’t understand. I opened my eyes. Suddenly he bent down.
Crazyyyy. I felt her tiny lips touch the head of my “little brother”. So light. I understood what she meant. Keeping an eye on the surroundings so that no one would catch this crazy action. My penis started to come alive again. Crazy maybe, but oh my, it was so good. I felt her lips start to kiss the head of my penis. Ohh, her lips started to open and put the head of my penis into her mouth. My penis started to enter her mouth. And slowly her mouth started to suck. Ouch, it hurts.
“Don’t be so loud…” I whispered while stroking her hair. Stroking her hair? Yes, just like a boyfriend. She resumed her sucking. This time slowly. Up and down. Up and down. Unbelievably delicious.
It seemed she had done this often. Her mouth was like a reliable penis-stimulating machine. After she finished sucking, she stopped for a moment, and then licked the underside of my penis head. Not only did she lick, her tongue also vibrated as it moved along the flesh.
“Ooohhh ..,” this time I was forced to moan. This was so delicious. She knew very well the weakness of “my little brother”. She then bit that part with her lips. Damn, it was even more delicious. She bit it again with her lips. If this continues, I definitely won’t be able to stand it. Gelliiii.
Then her mouth resumed sucking. Up and down. What surprised me was that my penis could fit all the way into her mouth. Wooa, the sensation was truly amazing. She was so patient. Her mouth then moved to… my balls. Kissed them for a while, left and right, and then put them in her mouth. Ohhhh….. . While sucking my balls, I felt her tongue dancing in her mouth.
I was not patient. I felt my pleasure peaking. I couldn’t stand it anymore …
“I want ….”
Her mouth moved to the head of my penis. Sucking it again. Up and down. Her hand shook the base of my penis. Slowly but tightly.
“Aaaahhhhh …”
The tip of my penis twitched. Once. I felt the flow of sperm into her mouth. Twice. Three times. Four times. All that time her mouth kept gripping the head of my penis. I ejaculated. In the mouth of a mother. A stranger. I don’t even know her name.
She looked at me. That look ….
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“Thank you ….,” that was all that came out of my mouth. She got up, then smiled at me. I saw a glimpse of sperm on the edge of her lips. I raised my hand, cleaning it.
We both closed our eyes.
Morning was approaching. People were busy chatting. The bus was crowded again. Me? Still asleep. Or pretending? After last night’s incident, I didn’t dare to look at the mother beside me. I didn’t even dare to talk to her. I think she was the same. I heard she was busy with her child, while talking to her husband as if nothing had ever happened between me and her. Along the way I looked away, staring at the scenery outside the bus window.
My bachelor party I guess.
6:30. People had started getting off the bus. We had reached Sedayu. That meant we would be entering the city soon. The family beside me got up. Oh, they were about to get off.
“Sir, go ahead, sir …,” said her husband kindly, followed by the mother. I was forced to turn my head towards them. I just realized now. That mother was very sweet. I felt grateful to her.
“Oh yes, please go ahead,” I replied.
They got off the bus. The bus became quieter as they approached the Giwangan terminal. There was a small piece of paper on the former seat of the mother. I picked it up. Curious.