In the bustling city of Mumbai, the summer sun was relentless. 20-year-old Rahul found himself in the cool sanctuary of his childhood friend’s mother, Meena’s, boutique. Meena, a conservative woman in her late forties, was known for her elegant sarees and her even more elegant demeanour.
Rahul had always admired her from afar, her beauty and grace captivating him since he was a teenager. Today, he decided to take the plunge.
“Meena Aunty, your sarees are as beautiful as ever,” Rahul complimented, his eyes lingering on the fabric rather than on her.
“Rahul, it’s good to see you after so long. You’ve grown into such a handsome young man,” she replied, her eyes twinkling with warmth.
Rahul smiled, his confidence growing. “You know, Aunty, I’ve always admired your taste. You have such an eye for detail.”
Over the next few days, Rahul visited Meena frequently. He’d bring her tea from the local vendor, help her with her inventory, and be there, a familiar, comforting presence.
One day, as he was helping her with a heavy box, his shirt rode up, revealing a glimpse of his toned abdomen. Meena’s breath hitched, her eyes darting away quickly.
“Rahul, you’re a grown man now. You shouldn’t be wearing such thin clothes,” she scolded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rahul chuckled, “But Aunty, it’s so hot in Mumbai. And you know what they say when in Rome…” His voice trailed off, his eyes meeting hers. She blushed, looking away again.
The next day, Rahul wore a fitted t-shirt, the fabric clinging to his body. Meena noticed, her eyes lingering a little too long. He smiled, knowing he was making progress. The following day, he wore a sleeveless shirt, his biceps flexing as he helped her with the inventory. Meena’s breath hitched again, her blush deeper.
“Meena Aunty, you’re blushing,” Rahul teased, his voice low. “Are you alright?”
“I-I’m fine, Rahul. It’s just the heat,” she stammered, fanning herself.
Rahul smirked, leaning in close. “Would you like me to help you cool down, Aunty?” he whispered, his voice laced with intent.
Meena’s eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away. Rahul took that as a sign of consent and moved closer, his lips brushing against hers. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as he deepened the kiss.
Rahul pulled away, his eyes on hers. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, Meena Aunty,” he confessed.
Meena looked at him, her breath coming in short gasps. “Rahul, we can’t. I’m a married woman,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Rahul smiled, his hand reaching for his belt. “I’m not asking for your heart, Aunty. Just your body.” He unbuckled his belt, his pants falling to the floor, revealing his erect cock.
Meena’s eyes widened, her breath hitching. “Rahul,” she whispered, her voice filled with both shock and desire.
“Touch it, Aunty. Feel how hard you make me,” Rahul whispered, his hand wrapping around his cock.
Meena hesitated for a moment before her hand reached out, touching him. Rahul groaned, his hips thrusting slightly. Meena’s eyes widened, her hand wrapping around his length.
“Rahul, we can’t. Your mother will kill me,” she whispered, her voice filled with both fear and desire.
“She won’t know, Aunty. Not if we’re quiet,” Rahul whispered, his hand reaching out to cup her breast. Meena gasped, her nipple hardening under his touch.
Rahul turned her around, his hand exploring her body. He unbuttoned her blouse, his fingers tracing the zipper of her skirt. Meena’s breath hitched, her body responding to his touch. He slipped her skirt off, his hands cupping her ass.
“Rahul,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire. “I can’t.”
“Shh, Aunty. Just feel,” Rahul whispered, his fingers finding her clit. Meena moaned, her hips thrusting slightly.
Rahul laid her down on the couch, his fingers exploring her body. He slipped two fingers into her pussy, her juices coating them. Meena moaned, her hips moving with his fingers.
“You’re so wet, Aunty. So ready,” Rahul whispered, his fingers moving faster.
Meena moaned, her body tensing as she came. Rahul smiled, his fingers coated in her juices. He moved up, his cock poised at her entrance.
“Rahul, wait,” Meena whispered, her voice filled with fear.
“Shh, Aunty. I’ll be gentle,” Rahul whispered, slowly pushing into her. Meena moaned, her body adjusting to his size.
Rahul started moving, his cock sliding in and out of her. Meena moaned, her nails digging into his back.
“Faster, Rahul. Harder,” she whispered, her body moving with his.
Rahul obliged, his hips moving faster. Meena moaned, her body tensing as she came again. Rahul groaned, his release following soon after.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in short gasps. Rahul pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. Meena looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and guilt.
“We can’t do this again, Rahul. It’s wrong,” she whispered.
Rahul smiled, his hand reaching for his cock. “Who says we can’t, Aunty? As long as we’re quiet, no one will know.”
Meena looked at him, her eyes filled with both fear and desire. “Rahul…” she whispered, her voice trailing off.
Rahul smiled, his hand stroking his cock. “Come on, Aunty. Let’s see how quiet you can be.”
And so, their affair began. Rahul would visit Meena often, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire and forbidden passion. They explored each other’s bodies, their moans and gasps filling the room. Meena’s conservatism faded away, replaced by an insatiable hunger for the young man.
Rahul, on the other hand, was more than happy. His hunger, youth and vigour were more than a match for Meena’s desire.
One day, as Rahul was fucking Meena from behind, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He moved up, his cock poised at her ass. Meena tensed, her eyes widening.
“Rahul, no. I can’t,” she whispered, her voice filled with fear.
“Shh, Aunty. I’ll be gentle,” Rahul whispered, slowly pushing into her. Meena moaned, her body adjusting to his size.
Rahul started moving, his cock sliding in and out of her ass. Meena moaned, her body tensing as she came. Rahul groaned, his release following soon after.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in short gasps. Rahul pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. Meena looked at him, her eyes filled with both desire and guilt.
“We can’t do this again, Rahul. It’s wrong,” she whispered.
Rahul smiled, his hand reaching for his cock. “Who says we can’t, Aunty? As long as we’re quiet, no one will know.”
And so, their affair continued a dance of desire and forbidden passion. Their bodies entwined in a tangle of sheets and moans.