1 comments/ 101446 views/ 6 favorites Loving Mami By: indian_stallion Hello All, I am trying to write this story which is a real incident of my life and has occurred just a few weeks ago. This is a story about me and my aunt (my mom's brother's wife) i.e. my mami as we call her in India. ***************************** Mona sounded a little upset today when we spoke over the phone this afternoon. And of course, why not she would be upset? She was going through a divorce. Yes, my uncle and Mona were getting divorced and have been staying separately for last 4 years now. I was very fond of her right from my teenage days. She was a nice female with an average body, wheatish complexion and stood approx. 5'7" tall. She was married to Viraj my mom's younger brother for almost 14 years. And God Knows what triggered problems between them. But in spite of none of my family members were on talking terms with her I always kept in touch over the phone or meeting her and sharing a cup of coffee or so. Our relationship of friendship was stronger than she being my aunt and me her nephew. That evening I thought to surprise her by paying her a visit at her home and cheering her a bit. So I reached her home around 7:00 and found her sitting on the couch and watching TV. She greeted me with a sad looking smile on her face and asked if I would like to have some coffee. On insisting to help her to make some coffee for us we both walked to the kitchen. While preparing the coffee we got into the discussion which started straight from the root of the problem. She was more depressed and tears started flowing from her eyes. She leaned over me and rested her head on my chest and I took her into my arms just to console her for all the problems going around. As she wept, the tighter I held her in my arms. Slowly she also started gripping me hard and we held each other tightly. Unaware of what I was into I started moving my hands caressing Mona's back. I held her chin and kissed her forehead. She was now sobbing. Slowly moving down from her forehead I planted a soft wet kiss on her lips. She did not respond and was still sobbing. "What am I doing, she's my aunt" I, told myself in a whispering sound. "I am a woman too and I have some desires of mine. It's been long I have experienced a man's touch to my body. I've been longing to get loved and pampered" she said. I looked into her eyes and taking a drop of her tear on my finger tip I licked it and said "Henceforth you will not be deprived of your right to get loved". I carried her into my arms and headed towards the bedroom. While in my arms holding me tight she started kissing me all over my face and neck. We reached the bedroom, Mona still lying in my arms, now her eyes were closed and silence prevailed all over. I put her on her bed and switched on the air conditioner. She opened her eyes looked at me and said "Love me until eternity, I am all yours" I, leaned over and we started kissing each other. Tasting our lips we slowly parted them to let our tongue meet. We were kissing passionately when I moved my hands to her boobs and started pressing and caressing them slowly. They were soft and bubbly. She was moaning softly by now. Still engaged in kissing and cuddling we were exploring each other. She then requested me to undress her while she removed my clothes. There we were now completely naked lying on the bed. "How beautiful you look even at 43" I told her. "Do I? Thanks for the compliment" she said. The first thing I did after I saw her womanhood was to take a good smell of it. I then wasted no time to caress and kiss her mound. I don't know how long I ate her pussy but I should say she was ashamed as I could see from her face as she came after a very long time probably thinking that her own nephew who grew up playing with her was eating her pussy and I was happy that I made her cum. After sometime, I placed myself between her thighs, took hold of my now very erect throbbing dick and slowly inserting into her vagina. She was in ecstasy and thoroughly enjoying every moment of it moaning loudly. I then inserted my entire dick into her cunt, stopped there and then kissed her lips. I really thought she was my bride and this is our first night! She smiled at me as I started thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy. She looked at me and said "I can't believe this is the same kid whom I have known for being the most mischievous but, most liked among all the family members" Now I was ramming my dick in and out of her pussy as she was moaning in excitement. I could feel my dick moving as her cunt muscle expanded and contracted for every movement of mine. As she was enjoying every bit of it she came again oozing out lots of juices. Then as I climaxed I felt a load of warm cum hitting inside her. By now I was happy that I was fucking my own aunt that too on her request. I collapsed on her huffing and puffing as my dick twitched for every load it pour into her pussy. We were soaked in sweat but we could not move as we were very tired. I laid on her until we got some energy to move. By then my dick wilted and withdrew from her now very wet cunt. After a nice clean off section, we both dozed off to sleep in each others arms, NAKED! From that very day we are seeing each other and of course sex has become a regular event between us. * For my readers: I welcome all the constructive criticism that would help me improve my stories in future. Thanks for giving your valuable time to my story. Loving Master's Pearls I sit here, waiting for my Master to take a break from his work, to phone me. I need his permission, for my release, to touch myself, and to scream his title while I cum. I am almost in tears, my hips rocking back and forth, feeling the strand of large, baroque pearls he ordered me to insert into my hot and wet pussy this morning. I doubled the strand and ran the two ends up either side of my clit, per my Master's order. As I had to run errands, I was then made to put on my tightest jeans, and ankle boots with three inch stacked heels, so my pelvis would tilt upwards and back, further enhancing the sweet torment of the pearls. Getting into the car was interesting, I was forced to sit down, then swivel my hips to get behind the wheel, and this prevented the pearls from slipping, giving me a small orgasm each time. I was allowed to go forth sans a bra, and caught myself playing with my left nipple while shopping. Master said that was fine, it turned him on to think I was doing such while in public. My errands finished, I begged Master to let me cum, but he has expressly forbidden it, stating my punishment will be to not taste his gorgeous black cock when he gets here; and therein lies the crux: Master lives over three hundred miles away, and we've yet to fuck. He and I have known each since school, we were on opposite sides of the building, but would run across each other upon occasion. Just before we graduated, Master approached me one day, and gave me the very best kiss I've ever experienced, rocking my world, and leaving me to yearn for more for the past thirty-five years. We've both married, Master's marriage did not last, and mine has endured. I love my husband dearly, but he is vanilla ice cream compared to Master's dark chocolate. It wasn't until a month ago I had the courage to tell Master how I still recall that kiss, thirty-five years ago. He was floored, saying he wanted to do more, but never had the chance. We began talking daily, and I mentioned how sexy his voice is. When we got to talking about music, my main passion, we discovered we love the same groups and songs, 'The Dramatics', 'The Whispers', 'The Manhattans', 'Freddie Jackson'... Songs perfect for seduction, slow and romantic. My husband's idea of seductive music: Nothing, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, as he isn't into music as much as I am. One morning, Master asked me if it would offend me if he told him how he'd like to make love to me. I was very intrigued, naturally, and told him so. What he described was toe curling: He wanted to stretch my arms over my head, and tie my wrists to the headboard with a silk sash. He then would run his tongue up and down my slit, till I was dripping into his mouth, then kiss me, to let me taste myself and him mingled together. He'd then nip my nipples, lightly at first, then harder, to get my juices flowing even more. He'd return to my crotch, and give me a tongue fucking, making sure I came in his mouth, then he'd oh, so slowly, slide into me with his penis, stopping to let me adjust to his size; having had no children, I'm still very tight; a pussy shot via cellphone delighted Master, who worries I may be too small for him, though my husband is average size. Master promised to teach me how to squirt, something I've never done before. Just hearing his description was enough to send me over the edge, but I was too bashful to let Master hear my cries of ecstasy. After we got the phone with each other, I let myself cum, and cum hard. The next morning, Master told me he'd love to hear my voice screaming his name, and I asked him to seduce me over the phone again. This time, I didn't hold back, and while I had my fingers inside me, squirted! I was so shocked, and aroused, I came again, instantly, screaming his name into the phone. Master was so pleased, knowing he was the first person to get me to squirt, ever. I sent him a photo of the wet spot on my bed, and Master returned a shot of his beautiful black cock, with a drop of ejaculate on the head. I told him it was a pearl of love, and how I longed to be there, to curl my tongue around it, and savor it. Just talking about it made me cum again, and Master said I was the hottest woman he'd ever heard. Jokingly, he said he'd have to find a way to slow me down, so he could go more than one round with me. I was due to run errands, but was so engorged, I didn't want to wear panties, and kiddingly asked Master if I had to do so. He said yes, it would be sweet torture, then asked about the strand of baroque pearls I'd posted a photo of on a social site. One thing led to another, and I became enamored of the pearls. It was then I began calling him Master, instead of his given name, and now each phone call, text, email, chat involves me calling him thus, which is a huge turn-on for Master, I am his very first slave, and the fact I'm white makes it even better for his desires. Every morning, after my husband leaves for his job, Master calls my cellphone, and gives me my orders for the day... What to wear, what to do to myself, and whether or not I can be in the bed, or outside in the backyard. He loves getting photos of my white cunt, seeing how engorged and red the lips get just from hearing his voice whisper in my ear. This week, our neighbor is getting a new roof, and Master wants me outside, so the workers can hear my moans. One weekend soon, Master will come visit me, and we will fuck all day long, for three straight days, during which time he will introduce me to anal sex. I anticipate not being able to walk afterwards, and I go weak in the knees just thinking about it. Please, Master, please, phone me so I can cum!