It was a warm evening in my native village where many of our family members had gathered for a function. That was the beginning of my awkward sexual adventure. I was particularly close to my father’s cousin sister, Namrata Aunty. She was married and had a 10-year-old daughter.
Her name was Namrata, and she stayed in Mandya around 100 km from Bangalore. She had a lovely figure, thin, with 36″ boobs and a small waist. Her ass was small but well-shaped.
I was very attracted to her from my childhood. Now, as an adult, I was burning with lust. Her boobs always attracted me. I would somehow manage to brush my hands against her boobs. I never missed a chance to peek into her sari pallu to enjoy the view of her cleavage.
The house was filled with guests, and everyone was dressed well for the function. My aunty looked stunning. On the day of the function, we were all busy arranging things. A few meters from the house, my aunty and I moved certain things in carton boxes to the venue.
There were a lot of boxes. I was picking it up and giving it to her to take the things out and arrange them. Whenever I passed on the box, I used to ensure my palm would brush her boobs. She was wearing a silk sari, and her boobs were standing out in her silk blouse.
The blouse was not transparent. So I could not make out the color of the bra, but her white bra strap would sometimes peek out. That’s how I came to know the color. My dick had become long and strong because of the excitement.
I had brushed her boobs many times. But now, I was doing it continuously, and the horniness was unbearable. The function went well, and I never missed any chance to touch her boobs or see her cleavage. Once, she caught me staring at her cleavage. She smiled a little and adjusted her pallu to cover her boobs.
That night we were all tired. After dinner, we were all trying to find a place to sleep. I entered the room where I always used to sleep whenever I was in my native and found one corner to sleep in. I spread the mattress and did not know when I slept.
I got up in the middle of the night and found my aunt’s 10-year-old daughter sleeping next to me. Next to her was my aunty. I felt a little excited. I slowly put my left hand on my cousin as though I was hugging her. She was a small girl, so I could easily put my entire arm around her stomach.
When I moved it up, my fingers felt something soft. It did not take me much time to realize that I was touching my aunt’s right boob. It was hidden in her cotton blouse and bra. I kept my hand there for some time and then made my mind and pressed it a little.
I could feel her stir, and I immediately removed my hand but did not withdraw it completely. I again took my hand up and placed it on her boob. Her boobs are not round. They are conical in shape and very stiff. I felt very excited feeling them. I made up my mind and pressed it hard once.
I could hear a faint moan. I inserted my finger in between the hooks of her blouse and could feel the cleavage. It was a little sweaty. I could feel the bra very well. I moved my fingers up and down her cleavage. I again heard a slight moan escape her mouth. I was very excited.
I removed the finger out and again started pressing her left boob. This time I pressed it very hard. She was also not able to control her lust. She lifted her right leg and started rubbing it on her left leg in extreme lust. I brought my hand down to her stomach region and started slightly massaging her stomach.
She had a flat stomach. I inserted one finger in her navel and pressed it slightly. I heard a sound from her mouth. Now it was uncontrollable for me too. I took my hand back to her chest region and inserted my hand inside her blouse. I could feel the cotton bra holding the stiff boobs.
I pressed it once and then put my hand inside her bra and started pressing her boob. I could feel her nipples. They had become thick and were erect. I pinched the nipple with my thumb and forefinger. I could hear her moan a bit. Suddenly I heard footsteps.
Somebody had got up and was going out to the bathroom. I immediately withdrew my hand and pretended to sleep. She also pulled the bedsheet over her body and slept.
The next day, I was very afraid to look at her eyes. She behaved normally. Once or twice, when we were close, she rubbed her boobs on my arms. Once, her left-hand fingers brushed my dick also. I now knew she also liked what I did, and she has no problem taking it further.
That evening, I was supposed to return to Bangalore and she to her house with her daughter. In the evening before leaving, I said bye to everyone and at last said bye to Namrata aunty.
She also said bye, and she whispered to me, “Yaarigu helbeda. Manege baa.” (Don’t tell anyone what happened. Come home sometime.) That night at my house in Bangalore, when I slept, I must have shagged 3 times imagining my Namrata aunty.
A few months later, I was supposed to go to my maternal grandparents’ home in Mysore. I boarded the bus from the Bangalore bus stand at around 9 AM. At around 11.30, we were nearing Mandya, the place where Namrata aunty stayed.
Something stuck in my mind. I quickly decided to get down in Mandya, pay a visit to Namrata aunty, and then go to Mysore. I got down at Mandya bus stop and proceeded to the office where Namrata aunty’s husband worked. He was a government employee and was posted at Mandya at that time.
When he saw me, he was happy. He took me to his house and asked me to be there till he returned in the evening. Namrata’s daughter had gone to school. So it was only my aunty and me in the house now. It was a very tense kind of situation. She told me she would cook lunch in an hour.
I sat down in the living room, watching TV. She had kept the cooker on the stove. Until it whistled 3 or 4 times, she had nothing to do. So she came to the living room and sat next to me. I was sitting on the sofa with my left hand placed next to me, and the right hand was operating the remote.
When Namrata aunty sat down, her ass landed on my left hand. I was shocked for a while, and my right hand was almost shivering. Her ass was not soft. It was kind of hard, but its heaviness was affecting my hand.
She did not bother to get up and move, nor did I attempt to remove the hand from under her ass. We were watching TV, but neither of us was following it. Both of us were filled with lust. She wanted the remote, so she extended her right hand to take the remote from me.
While taking it, she brushed her hand, holding the remote on my dick. I was looking at the TV, not knowing how to proceed. After changing the channel, she left her right hand on my lap, kept it there for some time. Then she moved it towards my dick. She just kept her hand there and did not do anything.
She could feel my hardened dick. She pressed it once with the back of her palm. By then, the cooker had whistled 3 times. She got up and went to the kitchen to turn it off. She prepared other dishes and then called me for lunch. There was no dining table in her house, so I sat down on the floor.
She started serving me food. Whenever she bent to serve, her pallu would give way, and I would get ample view of her cleavage. She was wearing a cotton sari and a black cotton blouse. I could see her white bra through her transparent blouse.
She had a naughty smile whenever she bent to serve me food as with food. She was also serving me a view of her awesome pair of tits. After lunch, I went and sat in the living room watching TV again. She ate and came and sat next to me. She asked me, “ Yeno ninna kathe?” (What’s up with you?)
I didn’t answer anything but, looking at her, asked, “What?” She pinched me on the arm and said, “Kalla yeshto dairya ninage? Avathu oornalli bittidhre batte bichbithidhi nandu.” (How dare you? If I had allowed the other day in the village, you would have made me nude.)
I just turned my head back to the TV and replied, “Maja sigtha nimmage?” (Did you enjoy it?) She replied yes, and holding my hand. She asked me if I was sleepy. I replied yes, for which she held my hand and started pulling me towards the room.
It was a single bedroom house. We went into the room, and then she asked me if I wanted a dhoti. I said yes and wore the one which she gave me. I sat on the bed and laid down. She, too, laid down beside me. The entire room was silent except for the sound of the ceiling fan.
I turned towards her and started dragging my finger from her forehead to her lips. Then again dragged it further down till her chest. She held my hand and said, “Beda kano.” (Don’t.) But I was not in a mood to listen. I removed her hand and further took my finger down, and now I could feel her cleavage.
I held one of her boobs and pressed hard. She just left a moan and said, “Beda kano. Trisha school indha baro time ayithu.” (No, please don’t, it is time for Trisha to come from school.) I looked at the clock and said it was still a good 2 hours for her to come back. I started unhooking her black blouse.
The second hook was a little difficult, but the rest were easy to remove once that was removed. I could now see her boobs hidden in her white bra, rising up and down. She was breathing heavily due to the excitement. I inserted my hand inside the bra and started pumping her boob vigorously.
She had become very horny, and she was holding my hand and pressing it. I lifted the bra holding the bra cups at the bottom. Now the two boobs that I had fantasized about for a long time were in front of me in full glory. The nipples were erect. I put my mouth on the right nipple and started sucking.
Namrata aunty held my head and pressed it towards her boob. I could hear her say, “Amma, mmmm.” She was releasing all kinds of moans. The sari was now totally in disarray. It was only partially sticking on her body. The black petticoat had risen till the knee.
While sucking the boobs, I put my hand on her knee and pushed my hand up her thighs. Her thighs were slim and soft. I moved it till I could feel her pussy hidden inside her cotton panty. I could feel some wetness on her panty. I inserted my hand inside the panty and could feel her pussy.
There were a few strands of hair. I was now completely excited. I bit her nipple so hard that she shouted. I asked her not to shout and, at the same time, inserted a finger inside her pussy. I started moving the finger up and down, and she was holding her hand over and mouth, trying to suppress her moans.
I could feel her left hand move towards my dick. Since it was a dhoti that I was wearing, it became easy for her. She put her hand inside my jockey and held my dick. She pressed it so hard that it was my turn now to shout.
She laughed and said, “Gothayitha, yeshtu novaagathe antha?” (Now, did you understand how it hurts.) I hid my face near her neck and bit her once. She said, “Yeh kathe kacchbedavo, nimma maava kelidre yenu helodhu?” (Hey donkey, don’t bite, what will I tell if your uncle asks?)
I didn’t answer. I knelt on my knees on the bed and removed my underwear. I threw my dhoti on the floor and, holding my dick in one hand, shook it once. She saw my dick and, holding it said, “Yeno idhu, ishtu uddha idhe. Dappa nodu hegidhe.” (It’s so big, and look at its width also.)
I moved her petticoat to the waist and pulled her green cotton panty down. I removed it till the ankles. She did the honors of removing it completely and kicking it on the ground. I put my face on her pussy and gave a lick to her pussy. I could smell the pungent odor.
I turned her around, and now I had a good view of her ass. I kneaded both her ass cheeks and hit one of them hard. She said, “Ayyo kathe, hodibedvo.” (Hey, donkey, don’t hit.)
I turned her over again to make her sleep on her back, and holding the dick, I took it near her pussy but did not insert it. She was expecting me to push it in. But when I did not, she looked at me and said, “Thallo olage,” (Push it in.)
When she didn’t see me budge, she held my dick and pulled it towards her hole. I yielded and pushed my dick inside. It was quite warm and tight. I started banging her in the missionary position. She started lifted her ass to meet my thrusts.
I was sure she was having a great time after a long time. I started increasing the speed. After 4 or 5 minutes, I started sensing the tension building up. I asked her if I could cum inside. She didn’t reply as she was in a total trance. I asked her again.
She said, “Thegyakke aadhre nodu.” (See if it is possible to remove it.) When I was about to cum, I removed it. I leaked it partially on her thighs and partially on the bedsheet. I lay down on her, breathing heavily. She, too, was breathing heavily. I rolled over and slept beside her.
We relaxed for some time, and then she got up first. She looked at me and said, “Naavu maadidhu sarina? yaarigu helbedvo.” (Was what we did right? Please don’t tell anyone.)
I just nodded my head and got up. She tied the sari properly, didn’t bother to wear the panty. She hooked her blouse and walked towards the bathroom.
This was the first time. Then we did it once more on a different occasion. After that, we decided not to as she started feeling guilty. We share a very cordial relation today also.
Trisha is now married and has a daughter. Namrata aunty has become a grandmother. But even today, her figure is the same.
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