Thank you, readers, for the wonderful feedback I received for my previous story. That was my latest encounter.
The air was chill, and there was a slight drizzle when I reached my native. It was almost 7 PM. I travelled for almost 3 hours on a bus to my ancestral home. Whenever I had more than 3 days off for my college, I would go to meet my grandfather.
My ancestral home was huge, where my grandfather stayed with his brothers and their families. I was particularly close to Usha, my father’s cousin’s wife. She was barely 16, and I was 12 when she married my uncle and came to live with him in our native. It had been 8 years, and now she had a 3-year-old son.
She was slim, tall and fair with medium boobs, but the main attraction was her ass. When she walked, it swayed so well that I would get an instant boner. She always wore synthetic saris. Whenever she bent, I would not miss the opportunity to check out her ass.
The V shape formed by her panty was a sight to die for. We always sat on the floor for lunch and dinner. Being the youngest woman, my aunt Usha was responsible for setting the plates before food and clearing them after food. I would make it a point to reach the dining hall when it was time for food.
I could steal a view of her cleavage as she bent to keep the plates. She used to observe me sometimes, and a smile would escape her lips. She never tried to set her pallu right most of the time. The fair skin creating a deep valley would make me crazy and yearn for physical contact.
Those days, we would watch movies after dinner. Everyone would sit in the large living room, enjoying a glass of hot milk after dinner and watching a movie on the CD player.
One day, I still remember the movie’s name. It was Hina, a Rishi Kapoor starer with a Pakistani heroine. It was almost 10 PM when the movie had just begun. Most of the elders started retiring to their rooms to sleep while only 3 of us were left. My aunt, a cousin and I.
We were all seated on a sofa cum cot and watching the movie. I was on the far left, my aunt in the middle and my other cousin to her right. After some time, we switched off the lights and were deeply engrossed in watching the movie.
My aunt, as usual, was wearing a yellow synthetic sari with a matching blouse. I was turned on, and my dick often stood up in attention. I don’t know where I got the courage. I placed one hand on her left thigh. I was not deterred even though my cousin was sitting inches away on the other side.
To my surprise, after 5 minutes, my aunt placed her left hand on my right thigh. It surprised me, and I anticipated something to happen that night. After some time, I took my knees up and sat, holding my knees to my chest. What this act did was slide my aunt’s hand down. Her forearm was now resting on my crotch.
It was a very tense moment as I did not know how she would react. I also had to keep an eye on my cousin. My aunt did not remove her hand and continued to keep it there. What I did not want to happen happened. My dick stood up.
Imagine a 20-year-old with raging hormones sitting next to a 24-year-old woman with half of her hand feeling the crotch area. What a situation to be in! Neither did she remove her hand, nor did I try to remove it. Instead, I took my right hand and placed it on the cot next to where her left ass cheek rested.
My heart was beating faster with every passing moment. My next step was bolder. I moved my hand to her back with my palm open, facing her ass and the opposite side against the wall. Since it was dark, my cousin was unaware of what was happening. Even if he did, who cared?
Now my palm was gently feeling her right ass cheek. I did not want to hurry. I could feel her panty outline. I have a fetish for panties and a black bra. I could feel her stiffen a bit but not move away. This encouraged me, and I pushed my palm further into her ass.
Now my palm was holding her right ass cheek like someone would hold a pumpkin. My dick was now in full attention. To my surprise, her hand was still there where it was. She started scratching my left ankle with her nails, and I started pumping her ass cheek.
It was too much for me, so I decided to take the next step. I lifted my hand from her ass cheek and placed it just above her ass on the waist. I could feel the petticoat nada. I gently pinched her waist, and she scratched my ankle harder in reciprocation. I knew that she was game for it.
But I probably would have laid her down on the cot and pumped her for my cousin’s presence, but I couldn’t. My next move not only surprised her but surprised even me. I never knew I could become so bold. I inserted my hand inside her sari and held her ass on the petticoat.
I could feel the panty much better and wondered what colour it could be. When all this was happening, neither did I see her face nor did she see mine. My cousin was too engrossed in seeing the romance of Rishi Kapoor and the Pakistani actress.
I started squeezing her ass, and I felt like I was holding a big smiley ball. My aunt started moving her hand to and fro, giving me a massage on my throbbing cock. In my next move, I moved my palm into the petticoat and rested it directly on the panty.
The panty that I imagined always was now in direct contact with my palm. I did not know how to handle this situation. I started pinching, scratching, pressing and squeezing randomly. I even held the panty line, pulled it a little and left it. It made a slight thap sound, but luckily my cousin did not notice it.
I then did the inevitable. I put the hand inside the panty and held the big ass cheek in my palm. I again started squeezing it to my heart’s content. I slightly moved my hand forward and took it to her vaginal area. But a little away from where the glory hole lay.
I could feel thin strands of pubic hair. I even pulled a hair, to which her only response was to push her forearm, massaging my cock further down. I wore a dhoti, so my dick did not have too much pressure on the cloth. He was freely jumping up and down in excitement.
Meanwhile, I moved my finger further and now could feel her vaginal crack covered by a thin layer of a bush. She did something which disappointed me. She took my hand out and placed it on her waist. I felt she did not like it but what also struck me was if she did not like it.
She would have put the hand away and not kept it on her waist. I kept holding her waist for a few minutes and then took the next bold step. I moved my hand up and inserted it into her blouse from the side. I could now feel the bra-covered boob. I moved my hand further up and held her right boob.
I could feel her thick hardened nipple from outside the bra. I inserted my hand under the bra and held her mid-sized boob. I started squeezing her boob and pinching her nipples. She could not moan due to the presence of my cousin. So the best thing for her was to cover her mouth with her right hand.
I continued pressing and squeezing her ass and intermittently fingered her pussy. It was too much for her to bear. She was massaging my dick with her forearm. But now, she used her left palm and squeezed it hard. I was also in the same position as hers. I couldn’t moan to my heart’s content.
The film was about to end. My cousin, unaware of what was happening, got up. I knew he would switch the tube light, so we quickly separated. She adjusted her sari, and I set right my dhoti. My dick was oozing with pre cum, and I am sure she, too, must have oozed a lot of liquid inside her panty.
The next morning, when I saw her face, it was glowing. When she gave me coffee, I could see her biting her lips. I never thought a homely woman with a kid would be so horny. Whenever we passed each other, she would rub her boobs against me. Once when no one was around, she even squeezed my dick.
I knew the real action was difficult as the house was full of people. I would hardly get a chance to be with her alone. Every time I visited my ancestral home from then on turned out to be an adventure with squeezing and fondling. But the real thing never happened.
Meanwhile, I had lost my virginity to my neighbor aunt, which I have described in my story ‘Double dhamaka with Mom and daughter.’ I wanted to lose my virginity to my aunt, but fate had other plans.
Time flew by, and I finished college. I had joined an organization to work, so my visits to my native were limited to once or twice a year. My sexual adventures with my aunt had reduced considerably.
One fine day, I heard from my mother that my aunt and uncle were moving to Bangalore for a couple of years. My uncle had found some work here. I sensed a chance now. They had settled in a cosy home nearby. My cousin, who was five, started going to school.
I visited their house with my mom once or twice. I could see a sparkle in my aunt’s eyes whenever I visited. I think she also wanted to experience the ultimate pleasure with me. Our encounters would be mostly non-verbal.
One day, I visited her house alone. It was not that I wanted to go, but my mom had asked me to collect something from her house. She was cooking in a green sari and matching blouse when I entered her house. I still remember that day, even after many years.
Her boobs had become big, almost 36. Her ass looked like two earthen pots placed next to each other. My cousin was at school, and my uncle was at work. Her sari pallu now ran across her chest in the middle, leaving the two boobs exposed but covered by her blouse.
She tried to cover them once or twice. But she knew there was no use covering them. She sat next to me and asked me about how my work was and asked me why I had not gone to work that day. I told her I had a comp off as I had worked on a Sunday.
She asked if I would drink or eat anything. I replied, “Haalu,” meaning milk and pointed towards her boobs. She blushed and hit me on my things. I held her hand and squeezed it once. I could see the lust in her eyes and she in mine. I took my hand up and pressed her boobs once.
She moaned and said, “Beda kano,” meaning don’t. I was in no mood to wait. I had waited almost 3 years for this occasion. I pulled her towards me and kissed her. I had explored and mastered the art of kissing. I got up, and she was still sitting. I inserted my hand inside her blouse and started squeezing her boobs.
She let out a soft moan and just put her head forward and rested it on my chest. I then took the hand back and slid it down her spine. I took it inside her petticoat and started squeezing her ass. Meanwhile, she moved her hand to my dick and started massaging it and squeezing it.
I was not in a dhoti but my jeans, so accessing my dick was difficult. She tried to unzip the pant, but it was a little difficult. I signalled her to wait.
I made her stand up, pushed her against the wall, and started kissing her again. The main door was still open. We were vey close to the main door.
She was able to reach the door with her left hand. She pushed it, and it closed. As I was kissing, my hand moved to and fro from her boobs to her cunt area. I was massaging her cunt over the sari. I started unhooking her blouse. Initially, it was difficult, but I opened all the hooks.
I lifted the bra cups and started rubbing the boobs. I had seen them and handled them for 3 years, but that day was an amazing feeling. They had grown huge over the years. I put my mouth on her left boob and started sucking. I bit the nipple once hard.
She pinched my arm and said, “Kathe, kadi bedavo.” (Donkey, don’t bite.) I was in no mood to listen to her. I continued my attack on her boobs. By now, she, too, was very excited. She started hugging me and pushing my head towards her boobs.
I started making circular movements with my tongue on her nipples and areola. She was moaning and pulling me towards her. I asked her if she was ready for what we had been waiting for. She simple laughed and said, “Aaha, ashtu urgent idhya?” (Are you in such a hurry?)
I did not reply but started pulling her towards the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, I made her sit on the bed. What a sight it was. My aunt was sitting with her blouse opened, the bra cups pushed up, exposing her round white boobs and the sari half removed.
I then started removing my pants. When I started removing my T-shirt, she stopped me and said, “Irli bidu, yaaradru bandre kashta.” (Let it be if anyone comes, it would be difficult.) I understood her predicament. I made her lie down on the cot.
I reached her back and unhooked the bra so that my access to her boobs would be easy. I started moving her sari with the petticoat up. I could see those thundering fair pair of thighs as I reached the thighs. I kissed both her thighs and squeezed them.
I pushed the sari and the petticoat further up. I exposed her panty-covered pussy. It was the first time I saw her vaginal region, even though I had felt it many times. I held her panty on either side and started pulling it down. As it slid down, I got a glimpse of the glory hole I had wanted to enter for many years.
I pulled the panty to the ankle and put my lips on her cunt. She made a small sound and started pushing my head towards the hole. It smelt awesome. I bit the lips once and then put my finger there once. She let out a loud moan and asked me, “Yelli kalithyo idhella?” (Where did you learn all this?)
I did not want to tell her about the neighbor aunt but said BF cassette. She hit me lovingly and started moving her fingers through my hair. I had by now removed the pant completely. She used her right leg to push the panty completely out.
Now my aunt was lying on the bed with her boobs and cunt exposed. There was hardly any pubic hair. I slept beside her and started kissing her and squeezing her huge ass. She was holding my dick in her hand and moving her hand up and down. I pushed her to sleep on her back.
Then, holding my dick in my right hand, got on top of her and placed my dick on her cunt. She held it with her hand and said, “Nooko olage.” (Push it inside.) I told her I did not have a condom. She said, “Parvagilla, aaguvaaga horage thegi.” (It’s ok when you are about to cum, pull it out.)
I understood, and holding my dick, gave a thrust. I could feel my foreskin slide back, and my dick engulfed the warm hole. She held my ass and asked me to push further. I started pushing and, at the same time, was biting her neck area. She said, “Gaaya maadbedavo.” (Don’t make a mark.)
I started pushing and pulling, holding my dick in my hand. She also put her hand on my hand and encouraged me to push. I kept on pushing and, at the same time, kissing, necking and biting.
She had now lifted both her legs and wound them around my hips. Her silver anklets were making a nice sound. She was scratching my back now. I kept pushing my dick, and I could feel the warm juices from her cunt. She started pushing her ass up and moaning.
I was afraid someone would hear. She held my back tightly and said, “Ayithu kano.” (I came.) After 10 minutes of pumping, I told her I was about to cum. She asked me to remove the dick. I removed it quickly and poured my fluid on her thighs and the bed sheet.
Once my dick stopped convulsing, I slept on her with my head resting on her chest. She was breathing heavily and holding me tightly. I kissed her lips and asked, “Hegithu?” (How was it?) She simple nodded, indicating she was happy. We got up, and I ran to the bathroom to wash.
My dream of making love to my aunt had finally materialized. I don’t know why this one moment is etched in my memory. I have always made love to her, but the first time has always been memorable.
Years have passed. My cousin is also married, and my aunt is a grandmother now. But whenever we meet, we still have a love for each other. We have not made love for almost a decade now.
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