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Lovely Auntie

By: erosdon



Shyam was driving the car at 80kmh, but still his wife wasn't happy.

Neeta said, 'will I be late?'

'Relax Neeta, the flight is at 3 30. We are about 10 minutes away. You will be there by 2 45.'

'What if the checking at the door will make me late? Can't ever trust you on this, Shyam.' Shyam was taken aback. She was visiting her brother in Hyderabad. She was always in this mood, while visiting her brother. She couldn't bear being late even for a moment. If it was for her office, she wouldn't bother. If it was for her daughter's graduation, she wouldn't give a hoot. But when it came to the matter of visiting her elder brother's family, it looked as though she couldn't make it earlier, however early she made it to the port.

'Now, don't vent your frustration on me, honey. Even if we miss this one, we can afford the next.'

'I don't want to miss this one, Shyam. You know that. It's not about our affordability.' She fumed at him.

From the corner of the eye, he eyed his wife. She was the gorgeous bombshell he had married seventeen years back and she was the same, even now. Maybe, a little more. Dressed In her tight salwar kameez, she looked like she might make half the men in the world envy her husband. He didn't have a clue if ever he had seen any other better woman than her. She was the most gorgeous lady with the best figure that a lady could possess.

She had the most beautiful face adorned with the best features that would make any lady envious. Her almond shaped eyes, red rosy, ruby like lips, straight, aquiline nose, dimpled cheeks and beautiful chin. Her neck was sinewy and was sexily apposed with her curvaceous figure. She was 5' 5" in height, with a killer chest. Her back was sexy with a curvaceous dip to her hips which gave away to generous and gorgeous bum. Her tits were bordering on medium to large. They had the most pinkish and suck-able nipples which a lady could possess. Shyam even after seventeen years felt that he didn't have enough of her bust.

Her rack made him subservient at any time of the day. But the best feature of her figure was her ass. At the start of the marriage, he stared on the delicious rump for years together. She smiled at his fascination with it even being able to get it on daily basis. She didn't know that she had such an easy hold over the other sex with her ass. Many times when she woke up, she felt him slept at her buttocks with his face nuzzled in. He loved her waist and hips, which easily belied the fact that she was the mother of two beautiful girls of ages, sixteen and fourteen.

Coming back to the world, he told her, 'hey, you completely forget me, when you visit your brother'

She turned at him with the momentary affection in her maelstrom of frustration and anger. She smiled at him and said, 'I can't help It, darling. You know that'. Her moan of balm was like ethereal to him. She could make him wrap around his fingers in a jiffy. She had made him the most irritable fellow with her gorgeous looks. At the early part of his marriage, he envied anybody, she talked with. Even if it was a "hi", he would go fuming at her for hours. But after a while, he gave away to this feeling for his own health. He knew that it was unreasonable. She loved him. And he loved her even more. So, he couldn't bear her contact with anyone. If he would have had his way, he would have locked her up in a tall tower with him being her only visitor.

But slowly, he matured at her obedience and faithfulness to him. He liked the way she was dedicated to him and her family. But still, occasionally, he had those pangs, which she cleared in the confines of their bedroom. And what a tigress she was in the bedroom. She would always make him cum with the snap of her fingers. She knew her hold over him in the bedroom and that made him vulnerable around her. He thought that would all simmer down once she had children. But it just got worse. She was becoming more and more beautiful with the ripening of age and he was becoming more and more fat and low on hair. He feared he would lose her, but her love convinced him every time.

She never gave any consideration to a strange man other than her family. Her polite words never carried any provocation of sexual nature or belied any flirtation. She was helping and caring with everyone, but she observed it in limits. She loved her husband and children more than anything in her life. The freedom her husband had given her in making her pursue the job, she needed, made him dearer to her. The only other family which she loved like her own was her brother's.

Her brother, elder to her by ten years, was the dearest relative she ever possessed. He had cared for her before marriage and even selected Shyam for her in the millions of her applicants. He was always there whenever she needed any help even after marriage. He solved any inner minor turmoil, they had, which were scarce. He loved her as her kid sister and she was grateful that she had a brother like him. The sacrifices he made for her were something she would never forget. So, she did as much she could do for his family, which was merely scanty. Anurag never wanted his sister to be concerned with his plights, so he never mentioned any of them.

He took care of all his troubles single-handedly and that made her love him more. Her sister was goddess incarnate. She comforted whenever she needed any help. At the start of her marriage, she provided all the moral support, Neeta required with her kindly words and an ear for her troubles and fears. She cared after for her two pregnancies and raised her niece when she was in post partum period. She would never forget her brother and sister in law for all the comfort they had given her.

Her brother had a single child, Manish. He was a darling to her aunt, Neeta. Neeta loved him equally as the two other men in her life, her husband and her brother. She had raised him as a child, was a close friend to him during his schooldays and participated in the college gossip during his college days. She had been his best friend; there was no doubt about that. 

Shyam said smiling at her, 'don't forget me in the four days'

She said to him teasing, 'I can't help it, honey.'

'I know, honey. Whenever you see your handsome nephew, there's nothing you remember about your poor little husband' he said smiling at her.

She smiled at him coyly. She knew he was right. Manish was the handsome hunk, surpassing even his father. Not that Shyam was bad looking. He was a good looking man, but her brother had a great physique. The same genes, Manish inherited. Manish had great features on his mother's side and he was built up like a Greek god with all the heavy workouts and the genes from his father. He was a craze in his college and in his university. He was a great athlete and a good sportsman. To be fair, Neeta had a crush on him.

She rarely had any crushes, only three all her life. The first two had been before college. The third occurred when Manish turned nineteen. After a long gap of three years, she came to visit them, being away in the states with her husband. The way her nephew turned out, nearly made her gasp. She didn't know that her nephew would turn out to be such a masculine hunk.

From then she had been teasing him about girls, the topic which he modestly averted. In addition to being built on heavy scale, he was a very good kid. He was never a bother to his parents, excelling in his academics, always helping his father with his chores and even cooking for his mother. The boy was a fireball of energy. Whenever she was around him, he cracked jokes and he was very humorous. She knew that he would make a girl's life, one day.

Shyam knew that his wife fancied Manish. He earlier thought he was just a kid, but the kid was turning out to be a man. Manish even respected his uncle very much. And Shyam liked that. The kid was not cocky like the others of his generation. He obeyed his uncle, if the latter asked any favours or any tasks. But the only thing that he hated about the kid was that his wife loved the kid. He earlier felt jealous, but he later felt as though the envy looked exhilarating and something above the earth. Whenever his nephew and his wife talked and laughed and enjoyed themselves, his breath caught in his throat and he was sexually excited. Those nights, he would give out nice workouts to his wife. He didn't know why they looked very erotic to him. He ribbed her of her nephew every now and then.

Generally when he teased her about other men, she would get angry at him and tell him that he was the only man in her life. But when Shyam mentioned Manish in his jokes about her, she just shied away. Shyam knew that his wife surely had a crush on her nephew. And he would have boggled if he would have looked into the mind of his wife. 

Neeta earlier thought that it was just a small silly crush. But as she watched her nephew grow up, she knew that she was deeply infatuated with him. She liked him more and more with each of her visits to him. They were both great friends. But the first time in her life, she flirted with a man. That man was Manish. She never even flirted with her husband. But she liked to be around her nephew and gave him long, lazy, lusty looks, which made him swallow hard.

Shyam told, 'I know you are not joking there when you tell me that you will forget me before your nephew.' Again she just smiled. There wasn't any denial, again. Shyam felt a tad disappointed, at the same time, in the back of his mind, he was excited. He knew for sure now that she clearly liked her nephew.

'So, what's the age of the idiot?' he asked.

'Hey, don't call him that' she rebuked him and Shyam clearly noticed the way she was standing up for him.

'He's twenty five. You are jealous because you are an old man' she gave him back. She meant it to bite and it really did. Was it an Indication for him that he was an old man and he was no match for his nephew? She bit her lip after she said that. She didn't like when Manish was ill spoken of. He was a good boy. But then again, her husband just joked.

'I am sorry, honey' she said, looking at him with concerned eyes.

'You love your nephew, don't you, Neeta?' the question just blurted out of him. She too was surprised, but just said, 'yes, I do, but I love you more'

'I am sorry for calling him that. I am just jealous of him'

'Oh, honey. He's just a boy'

'Is he? I think he is a hunk. At least his aunt thinks so.' He played with her in a light manner.

She too smiled at him and said, 'yes, he is a hunk and he is his aunt's crush, happy, now?'

'I am not. But he will be happy, when he hears it?'

She looked at him questioningly, 'don't joke with me, darling. I am an old lady. He won't find me even attractive.'

Shyam was getting more aroused with the dialogue. His wife was considering the possibility of her nephew's physical assessment of her. If she hadn't been thinking in that vein, she would've just dismissed the whole thing.

He said, 'now, you are being modest, honey. I am now seriously concerned sending you to a place where a strapping young man is present.'

'Yeah, you should be concerned' she told him In the same light banter.

'I will bet he will swoon when he sees that cleavage in your dress.'

The sentence at once made her get excited. Shyam noticed in the way her nipples stood up. Even under the bra, they clearly stood up. She was a little short of breath.

He asked her, 'are you okay, honey? You look like you will swoon.'

'Very funny'

'No, very excited. You, especially'

She smiled at him and said, 'so, you think Manish will find his old aunt, sexy and attractive?'

'I am damn sure about that'

'And what will my husband think of that?' she asked him playfully. She observed that he was a little excited with all the talk. Shyam had always been very supportive of her since their marriage. He never interfered in her personal decision making. Be it in the job or on the family level. He valued her reason more than anything. He gave her the freedom, which every woman craves for. But she was the type of woman, who gets her freedom. In her situation, she never coaxed.

'I don't know'

'Anyway, you need not bother about what happens between an aunt and a nephew. It's our secret. We are the best of pals. And we don't let anyone In. Even the jealous, excited husbands' there was a twinkle in her eye when she said that. For same strange reason, he felt proud of her.

He said, 'that's my bold, independent Neeta'

'No one asked your opinion, husband. After all you are just a husband. Try to be in your limits' she joked with him in mock seriousness.

'Lucky bugger, that Manish' he exclaimed.

'No, lucky aunt, wouldn't you say? And moreover, Manish, my baby needs me. How can he spend the end of the term without his aunt? The thought itself is sickening.'

Shyam was excited beyond words. Every year, they spent the New Year together, but this year, he would be spending it alone. His wife after seventeen years requested that she would spend the holidays with her brother, which he couldn't deny. Moreover, his two girls will be visiting his brother, from their boarding school from Dehra-dun. He wanted to give them some time for their own.

'I will miss you, honey'

But Neeta didn't want to end his teasing, 'I will try to miss you, honey. But with Manish being there, I would barely remember you'

'Tell him, I asked for him' he said to her as they arrived at the airport.

'Yeah, I would when we get cosy'

She was just taking his breath away. He parked the car and both of them unloaded the luggage. After all the checkpoint formalities, it was time for Neeta to leave.

'So, I think it's better for you to go. Your plane will be leaving in ten minutes.'

'Yeah, I should. Don't be hungry and eat well. Call me alright' she instructed him as though she was his mother.

He pecked her cheek and said, 'I love you, honey'

She thought of teasing him more, 'I don't how to reply you, honey. Anyway, forget it. It's difficult for me to keep track of things as I have to go meet this hunk of a guy. Never in my life, am I so flustered, honey. What a lucky boy to have an admirer like me?'

Shyam had fast breathing as a result of all this, 'I love you, honey'

She smiled and walked to the departure terminal, waving her hand, 'bye, honey'

As she made her way to the plane, Neeta smiled to herself, the way she teased her poor husband. He was such a lovely man, always, supportive and never confrontational. He was seriously a possessive man like all men. She in her years of marriage always truthfully reassured him that she loved him and nobody else. But she didn't know what to make of her and Manish. She ribbed her husband casually, but she really fancied Manish. Her little cub when he was a kid was a tiger, now, all twenty five years of age. She liked the way her husband never interfered in her independence. She knew that he expected her to reply that she loved him back. She just opened her phone and sent the message, 'I love you, my baby'

In the parking lot, the beeping of the mobile and the message lilted Shyam's happiness. He loved his ethereal beautiful wife. She was the soul of his happiness, the joy of his being. 

Lovely Auntie Ch. 02



Sumitra said, 'Manish, what's wrong with you? I think, the girl is seriously good looking.'

'Mom, if you think so, you should marry her.'

'That doesn't even make sense. Of these two pictures, I like the one where she is wearing a sari,' she told her son, while he flipped through the pictures on his laptop.

'This is the twelfth girl you have rejected.'

'Mom, I am only twenty six. There's a lot of time.'

'It is the right time for marriage. Don't forget, your father was only twenty one, when he got married.'

Manish shook his head, 'mom, times have changed. You are young, even if you are thirty.'

'You won't be of that opinion when you become thirty.'

Manish just shook his head. Having just landed a nice job in a plush MNC, his parents have decided that he should tie the knot. But he thought, he could wait for a couple more years. 

His mother ruffled his hair on his head, 'honey, think from our perspective. We want to be grandparents.'

'The title of grandmother won't suit you, mom. Trust me. You are a lot younger than that.' His mom smiled with a blush. She was wearing a cotton sari and for a lady of forty three, her figure was very much young. 

'Go, use those lines for other ladies, who would like to impress you', she said.

'You mean women like me', came a voice from the door. Both the mother and son turned around and found Neeta on the doorway with her luggage.

Sumitra rushed to her and said, 'Neeta darling, how are you?'

She hugged her sister. 'Such a nice surprise. You should have informed us that you were coming.'

'Then, it won't be a surprise, Bhabhi.'

Manish looked at his beautiful aunt and said, 'hi aunty'

'Hi honey', saying that Neeta rushed into his arms and hugged him. Manish hugged her back. He always liked the touch of those wonderful breasts. He pressed on her back so that he got the pressure of those knockers more fully and that's what Neeta, too, did to relish the sensation of her nephew's strong ripped torso.

After a momentary long hug, they parted. But Neeta hung onto his waist with a hand around him.

'How are Tina and Mimi?' Sumitra asked about Neeta's daughters.

'They are all fine. But, what about my favorite nephew? Is he fine?' All the while Neeta was looking Into Manish's eyes. While on the way, she thought, she ought to be a lot composed In front of Manish, but all that went off the window, when she laid eyes on him.

'I am fine, aunty.'

Sumitra liked the camaraderie between her son and Neeta. She knew, Neeta liked him very much. She liked that whatever happened, there will be a best friend for Manish, his aunt.

The happy sister shouted, 'Ramu, come and get this luggage inside. And alert the cook to cook something good. Neeta has come home'

'Do you want to freshen up, Neeta? Hot shower?'

'No, bhabhi. I will wait for awhile. There was no stress all the way. You know luxury class plane, ac ridden cab till your gate. How can I get exhausted? You know how Shyam is like, he plans everything for me', Neeta said.

'How's Shyam? How's his health?'

'He's all fine, bhabhi. You fuss over him like you are his mother'

'Come, honey,' saying that, Neeta dragged Manish to the sofa set of the hall. While he sat, she plonked beside him, clinging to him like a mother hen to her eggs. 

'Enough of Shyam, bhabhi. How's my honey?' Neeta asked her sister, while still not detaching her eyes from Manish.

'He's like the way you like him, Neeta', Sumitra told her, with a little pride in her voice. She liked the way, Neeta fawned over her son. She knew that any woman would be head over heels with him. 

'He's filling out better, bhabhi', she smiled at him.

'You, two, get cosy, while I will make tea for you, Neeta', saying that Sumitra left the two of them, there.

Neeta hugged her nephew again and said, 'I have missed you so much, honey.'

Manish was very happy. He liked his aunt very much. She loved and cared for him. It had become more so in the last two years. Along with that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Not even the girls in his college and now at his MNC, could hold a candle to her. She was the most exotic and sensuous looking woman.

'I have missed you too, aunty.'

With his mother not around, he enveloped her and hugged her more tightly. 'The way you hug me, you may strangle me.'

'Sorry.'

'Don't be sorry, Manish. I was just mentioning the powerful build you have got. You are becoming more and more ripped. Working out more? Impressing somebody', she smiled at him.

'Yes, you.'

'You have the gift of the gab. No wonder ladies will be falling at your feet.' She detached herself from him and held his hand. She intertwined her fingers in his. Manish was becoming more and more flustered with his aunt. Her touch was enough. Along with that the sensuous massage of her hand with his, was making him hard.

He looked at her and it wasn't helping matters. She was dressed in a salwar. Her bust was beautiful with the finest cleavage, she was displaying. He guessed, if it was for his benefit. Along with that, her mature flared hips were mesmerizing and tantalizing. Neeta understood that he was checking her out. And she felt very happy about it.

'So, how's your job?' she asked him casually. But even in her normal state around him, Manish noted that there was a wave of lust enveloping her with her sensuous body. Neeta too got that. She understood that she couldn't help feeling excited around him. 

'It's fine.'

'Heard you are earning enough? You are becoming an Independent man, aren't you?'

'About time, you know. I have just started. Got a lot of way to go.'

She smiled at him and said, 'you are talking like a big mature man. Girls will surely love that.' She didn't know what was going through her. Their entwined hands were slowly continuing their sensual massage. Neeta wanted to tug on her nipples. She was about to reach for them with one of her hand, when she caught herself at the last moment. 

'You rarely come to your aunt's place' she said with a pout. 'You know how much your aunty misses you.' There was a sort of romance in her words and Manish was just getting more excited.

'I didn't want to disturb Shyam uncle.'

'Oh! Don't mind him. He likes you a lot too. If you think he is an obstacle, I will send him out.' She smiled at him as she said that. But he noticed that she was only half joking.

'Don't want to tell your aunty, your salary. She is greedy. You know, she may like you more when she hears about it.' This was some daring flirting, he was getting from her and being bold, he didn't want to back out.

'Whatever may it be, aunty, I can't buy you, even If I work all of my life.'

She laughed and said, 'you surely have the gift of talking, you devil.' While she laughed, he observed her bountiful breasts. She was one hot piece of babe. 

'What are the aunt and nephew laughing about?' Sumitra returned with her cup of tea.

'Nothing. I am advising you to tie this devil at home; otherwise there will mayhem in the streets, with the women brawling over him.' 

Sumitra sighed, 'well, he didn't like even one in the twelve girls, we showed. We are looking for a match for him'

'You are getting him married' asked Neeta, suddenly.

'Of course, he is a earning boy.'

Finding an ally, Manish asked his aunt, 'tells my mother, aunty. I am still young for this marriage, bullshit.'

'Now, see here, young man,' Sumitra told him.

'She is not wrong, honey,' Neeta told Manish. 'This is the right age for you get married.' She smiled at him as she said that. 'But don't worry; I will see that you will marry a beautiful and good girl.'

Sumitra pulled some photos from a book on the tea table. She now understood that Neeta was her ally. 'Look at these, Neeta. Aren't these girls pretty?'

Neeta scanned through ten of them and said, 'they are good, bhabhi. But, not a match for our Manish. He is far too good for them,' she said fondly and lovingly Into his eyes.

Sumitra said, 'why it is that all the girls support him? All his girlfriends, too, take his side. Nobody listens to me anymore.'

Neeta smiled, 'that's how handsome my nephew is,' saying that she kissed Manish on his cheek.

'Alright, you can continue smothering him with your kisses after your shower. I have prepared hot water for you.'

'Alright, bhabhi,' Neeta said, getting up and winking at him, before leaving for the shower.

He noticed her generous buttocks and felt that it's going to be a nice end of term for him.

In the evening, when her brother returned from his job, Neeta dutifully touched his feet, while his brother dragged her for a paternal hug. 'Neeta dear, how are you?'

'As you find me, bhayya'

'How's Shyam? Everything fine at the home front. How are my darling nieces?'

'Both of them are fine. Shyam is too hale and hearty.'

'Alright, any special requests for you that I can do. Please command me, darling.'

'No, bhayya. You have already given me enough. But, the best thing you gave me was your son.' She smiled saucily at Manish as she said that. 'No one in the world will have such a handsome nephew like I have got.'

'Well, your handsome fellow is causing me a lot of problems with his marriage.'

'Leave it to me, bhayya. I will mend and help him.'

'Thanks, beta.'

In the night, when all were watching a movie in the hall with the lights off, Neeta came and sat beside Manish. Manish was mesmerized by her dress. She wore a cotton sari, with its navel below her midriff. Her blouse was sleeveless and there was a narrow portion of her side of the breast showing at the area of her axillary region. The neck was modestly deep, but was behind the veil of her transparent sari.

Her brother didn't mind her dress as he was more paternal to her than judgmental. Along with that, he was happy that the couple were a very understanding one with lots of trust and he trusted his darling sister. Sumitra, however, just smiled at her way of dressing. She knew that her brother spoiled her well. But she didn't embarrass any of them at any point of life.

Manish, on the other hand, was thinking In terms of his testosterone. He loved the way, his sassy, bitchy aunt was flaunting herself around him. She was becoming more and more provocatively flirty. At the same time, he loved her and also knew of her golden nature. He knew that it was the biggest compliment that she fancied him and he fancied her too.

She hugged him again, sitting beside him, kissing on his neck. She didn't care that her brother was there. She was clearly spoiled, Manish felt. She asked him, 'do you like the actress, honey?'

The movie was a Hindi one, with a beautiful actress dancing with her tight breasts bouncing.

'She is beautiful.'

'More than me?'

He smiled at her and said, 'she doesn't even come nearer to you.'

She bit her lower lip, with a lusty gaze.

'So, bhayya,' she asked. 'What kind of a girl are you looking for Manish?'

Anurag said, 'the same girl everyone looks for. Beautiful, honest, traditional, caring housewife.'

'Hhhmmm, our Manish doesn't deserve anything lower than that, does he?' she said.

'Everyone has his faults, Neeta. He too has deficiencies'

'Deficiencies??' Neeta cried. 'Deficiencies in our Manish? What are you talking, bhayya?'

Saying that, she intertwined her right ,hand In Manish's and passed her other hand inside his shirt. She massaged her ripped chest as though soothing a wounded animal. Manish was touched by her love for him. He passed his left hand on her waist, which was baby smooth.

The touch of his hand was electric to her. She just cooed, as he massaged her creamy waist. Her moan came out a tad loud.

'What is it??' Anurag asked.

'Nothing,' Neeta replied savoring the touch of her nephew's palm.

'He has deficiencies in him, Neeta. He doesn't get up early. He doesn't wash his car often. He is late for his office and many other things,' Anurag stated.

'That's nothing, bhayya. Every single hot-blooded male has the right to do those things. Even more so in the case of my honey.'

'Don't pamper him, darling,' Anurag told her. 'He is not a child anymore.'

She smiled and said, 'I think pampering him is my birth right and you are right, he is not a child.' Sumitra looked at her and smiled. She noticed the lust in her sister's eyes and strangely felt pride at her son. She turned to the TV set, as though, she didn't observe a thing. She understood that Neeta, such a modest girl in her personal life, was vulnerable before her son.

Anurag, too, was welling with pride. There was hardly a person he met, who told him the negative points of his son. Everybody loved him. Neeta, other than being his sister, was a very proper lady at her family and personal level. He never saw her banter in a light vein with any male other than her husband. She had kept all her marriage vows and dutifully satisfied her husband. But, he noticed that she loved her son equally, if not, more than her husband. She was a very emotional girl and when she liked a person, she gave every sort of help, she could think of.

Manish was reveling in the touch of her waist. Neeta adjusted, so that, her blouse covered breast was grazing his right arm. She thought of rubbing the nipple on his hand, but caught herself up at the last moment. She smiled at her naughty nature. Why was she behaving like that? Like some cheap lady. She never did anything like this. She was modest around everyone, but now, she was like, letting go of herself.

At ten, Anurag got up and declared it was sleep time for him. He said, 'Manish, time for you to go to bed. You get up early tomorrow and get the groceries, alright.'

Manish dutifully got up from his sofa to go to his bedroom. Anurag noticed the sigh of disappointment from his sister, as Manish got up from the sofa. He bid goodnight to everyone. Manish too said goodnight. Neeta got up, full body-hugged him, kissed him on his cheeks and said good night. Manish went to his bed with happy thoughts, but though, he felt that he should jack off, he felt it inappropriate and went to his sleep in a pair of shorts and night shirt.

Neeta and Sumitra talked over many matters. Sumitra talked about Neeta's family, her daughters and her husband. Neeta asked about her brother and bhabhi's health. Sumitra talked of her son, while Neeta rapturously listened. She felt Sumitra was lucky to have a son like Manish. At the same time, she imagined Manish kissing her.

At eleven thirty, they broke up for the night. 'When he was a kid, he used to sleep with me. Do you remember bhabhi?'

'Yeah, he never left you. You used to tell him, all sorts of stories.'

'I think I will go and tell him a story now.' Neeta smiled at her bhabhi. Sumitra too smiled. She liked the naughty nature of Neeta around her son. He surely knew how to attract his women. 'Make it a short story; otherwise, he will have his father's ire to ruin his morning.' But Sumitra knew whatever she told, wouldn't work on Neeta. She was spoilt and she did whatever she wanted to. Her brother had made sure of that.

Sumitra went to her bedroom and took all off her clothes off. Her husband never liked her in clothes, in the bedroom. Though she was forty four, she looked very young. She tied her hair in a bun and lay by her husband's side. Anurag woke up with that little disturbance.

'You were late,' he said, resting his hand on her soft waist.

'Just catching up with stuff about your sister's family. She is becoming more and more beautiful, isn't she? I never looked her so playful and chirpy, as today. Manish brings out the best in her. Both are very best friends.'

'She is my darling sister and the best woman, equaling you.'

She hugged her husband who, too, was naked. 'Are you excited? Do you want a fuck?' he asked of her. She liked her husband's domineering nature. He satisfied her anytime, she wished.

'You seem excited?' he told her. He roughly took her breasts in his hand and kneaded them.

'Your sister said she will go to Manish's bedroom'

He looked at her, seriously. 'Why do you bother? She is a very responsible girl. And I made Manish man of the house, the day he was born. He can do whatever he likes. Don't interfere in their business. The only thing I care about is you, my son, my sister and her family. But, I only control you. Do you understand? Now, do you want a fuck?' he asked, as he pinched her nipples, forcefully.

'Yessssssssssssss,' she moaned and bit her lower lip, smiling at him. 'Please.'



Lovely Auntie Ch. 03



Neeta knocked on Manish's bedroom door. He woke upon the fourth knock and said aloud, 'come in, the door's open'

Neeta entered the bedroom and Manish was surprised. 'Anything's the problem, aunty?'

'Yes, honey', she said coming to him, swaying her hips suggestively. 'I just saw a scary movie. I am a little frightened. Can I sleep with you?'

Manish was flabbergasted. Sleeping with his aunt! It was his dream-come true. Though he was worried about his parents, he said, 'sure, you can sleep on this side of the bed.'

Neeta got inside the covers of the bed and sidled up to him. She hugged him. He didn't expect that. He, too, hugged her back. 'My baby', she said. 'When you were young, you slept with me because you were scared. But now, the situation had reversed. It's warm in here, isn't it?' 

Saying it, she threw the covers, off.

'So, did you like them?' she asked him.

'Like what?'

'My hips and waist. You were rubbing them, while we were watching the TV set.' Manish smiled at her. He wasn't the one to be modest and withdrawing, when a lady was coming on to him. 'Yes, they were milky smooth. I love that sensation.'

'Oh, do you?' saying that, she lay on him, so that her sleeveless blouse covered breasts were directly on his chest. He loved what he was feeling. There was no doubt about anything, now. His aunt was showing that she lusted after him. He kissed her on the cheek and said, 'aunty, is it fine? What we are doing? I mean, did you have any fight with Shyam uncle.'

She smiled at the care in his eyes and said, squirming on his chest, 'you care for me, more than my brother. You are all love, aren't you, honey? No, it's not about Shyam. It's about you, baby.'

Just then, her phone rang and it was Shyam. 'Just speak of the devil', she muttered. 'I put the phone on airplane mode all this time, and the instant I turn it on.....' she said smiling to herself. She picked up the call. 'Hi honey', she said sliding up to Manish.

Shyam had been trying in vain all this time. He would have easily made a hundred calls to her, but the mobile was switched off. Though it disturbed him, it also evoked in a jealous pleasure. It showed that she didn't want to be disturbed, when she was going to meet her nephew, whom she admired so brazenly before him. She, never, hid anything from him and this independent and free nature of hers was killing him.

He said, 'hi baby, I have been ringing you up since morning, probably a hundred times.'

Neeta kissed on Manish's neck, as she rubbed her breasts on the side of his chest. 'What's happened, darling?'

'Just wanted to say I love you.'

'Hhhhmmmm', she moaned and he clearly heard that she was moaning. Manish was getting tense that his aunt was showing signs of having sex, while on the phone with her hubby.

'What are you doing?' Shyam asked her. 

'What is it, Shyam?' she asked exasperated.

'Are you in bed?'

'Yes, I am.'

Shyam smiled to himself, probably she was masturbating. 'Are you masturbating?'

'Yes, I am.'

'Shall I help you?' he asked her, with a smile. She knew how to tease him. 'No, shall I ask for Manish's help?'

Manish threw his eyes open in fright, while she smiled. Shyam's eyes, too, shot out. He wanted to cry but for some strange reason, he was feeling breathlessness, yet he was exhilarated. He was silent.

'Are you there?' Neeta asked, hearing nothing. Thinking the line went out, she cut the call. Again, she hugged her nephew. Manish stiffened. He asked again, 'aunty, did you have a quarrel with your husband?'

'No, Manish, I did not.' She opened his shirt buttons slowly as the call came again.

'Neeta, are you there?'

'Yes, I am here, Shyam. What is it?' Neeta cried into the phone, as she continued taking off her nephew's buttons.

'Where are you?'

Neeta considered for a moment and then with a sly smile said, 'I am here in Manish's room'

'What????' Shyam's head did somersaults or that's how he felt on hearing his wife. But more than that, he was excited beyond words. He didn't know what to say to her. He loved his wife more than anything. He knew that she wouldn't do anything to hurt him. But what was she doing now? It was hurting him. But at the same time, it was also exciting him. Neeta, too, knew that she should be honest with her husband. She couldn't do anything like this behind her husband's back. She didn't know but Manish made her lose all her control, propriety and every other basic human courtesy. Just one look at him unleashed sexual passions in her. If she had to deal with this, she felt, she had to be open with everyone involved.

Manish, on the other hand, was afraid. He didn't want to disrupt his aunt's marriage. She was the best friend, he had. She loved him more than anything. He didn't want to hurt anyone, who loved her. Her lovely killer body was there for him to take, but he can't, while there was a family turmoil on.

'You heard it right, Shyam. Didn't we talk in the car?'

'Is this a joke?'

'No, it isn't. Talk to your nephew. Manish, please....' saying that, she handed the phone to Manish. Manish was bewildered. He didn't know what to do. He shook his head, as though he wouldn't take the call. But at the last second, he took it. 

'Hello'

Shyam didn't know what to say. Did she tell him what they had talked in the morning? He can't rebuke him if he knew what they had discussed. He just wanted to talk as though nothing occurred. 'Hi, Manish, how are you?'

Manish was surprised. He thought his uncle would be pissed off by him, for having a romp with his wife. But he was talking, as though everything was normal place.

'Hi, uncle, I am fine. What about you?'

Neeta undid all his buttons and ran her small hands over his broad shoulders and chest. She nuzzled into his chest, as though she was savouring every moment of pleasure. Manish didn't know what to make of it. Are they having a sort of understanding about these things? He warmed up in her embrace. He felt like a fresh lease of life had been poured into him. It was not his fault. He liked both of them and he wouldn't hurt them. But, when they were forcing upon them their scheme, who was he to deny? Along with that, he liked his aunt in every way. He liked to have a romp with her since a long time, though he chastised himself every time he thought of it.

Shyam said, 'you are working, I here. Congrats'

He was lying with his wife and her husband was talking about his career. Neeta snatched the phone from Manish and said to her husband, 'is this the time for your career talks, Shyam? This is the time for sleep. Good night,' and with that she cut the line.

Manish though stunned came back to his senses. He understood that there was no nay-saying in the matter of lusting after his aunt. Extra joules of energy shot through him. He looked at his aunt, who was just stowing the phone away. He liked the way she lay sprawled on him and the bed. There was a juicy amount of cleavage showing from her thin blouse. As her sari fell away from her bust, he noticed that her blouse, too, was transparent and for the first time in his life, he saw her nipples. He never saw anything more beautiful. They looked of rupee size with pebbly areola, the most erotic site. He took hold of her one meaty breast and tugged on the flesh to drag her with it. He rubbed his thumbs over the nipples, as he gave the pleasurable squeeze.

Neeta was beyond all control. She liked that Manish was taking control. She was literally throwing herself, at his feet. There were no more inhibitions on his part. His thoughtful, caring nature was broken with the small talk he had with her husband. She congratulated herself on doing it. She can't deny herself the pleasure, anymore. She wanted him to take control and that's what, he was doing. He was kneading her breast with brute force rubbing her nipple as he did it. Shyam, never, did this to her. When he pressed his boobs, he had the gentle touch, not the manly kneading that Manish was giving her. She was getting acquainted to the fact that Manish was going to be a tiger in the bed.

Hundreds of miles away, Shyam was having a mixed day. He should have been broken, that his wife had dismissed him, rather cheaply. But, he felt only half broken. The other half was having a feeling, he couldn't describe. He was sitting with the stiffest boner, he had in his life. His wife was with her nephew in his bedroom. They, probably, must be talking. But, it was twelve in the night. No proper lady would go in the middle of the night to a man's bedroom for a chat. But, they had met after a long time. Maybe, they were just catching up with each other. But, there was that moan. She definitely moaned. Why would she moan in her nephew's bedroom? He didn't know what to make of that. He had, certainly, harboured a fantasy of seeing her with another man. But, it was strictly a fantasy. Now, was it becoming real? Was he going to lose her? He dialled her up, again.

'Oh! My god', Neeta breathed with her nephew's hands on her breasts. Like she undid his buttons, he, too, unbuttoned her blouse. When he uncovered the lapels of her blouse, he couldn't withstand the look that he got. My God! She was just the perfect epitome of beauty. The bust was, certainly something, even the porn stars and film industry celebs would envy. She was just fabulous.

'Like what you see, honey', she said with that lusty, steamy look in her eyes. He replied, 'I definitely do.' Just then the ring came. 'For fuck's sake', she swore loudly. She barked into her phone, 'what's it, Shyam?'

'Baby, just talk to me. Are you in his bedroom talking?'

She smiled at his desperation, but she was going to be cruel. 'You just hope so, honey. Goodnight, for now, bye.'

As she was about to cut the line, Manish pinched her nipple sharply. She cried, 'go easy on my nipple, darling.' That was the last dialogue that Shyam heard from her. Now, he was beyond all doubt. The moan, she gave, was something that he was well aware of. She generally gave it biting her lower lip and when she was in her randy mood. Manish was surely playing with her nipples; there was no doubt about that. Neeta, just, moaned with the dull ache, which was also very blissful. 'You certainly know how to use a woman. Let me switch off the phone, otherwise there would be a lot of disturbing going on.'

It gave Manish some pleasure in her dismissing her husband in front of him. He just smiled as she switched the phone off. 

'Now, no one to disturb us, honey.' 

She ran her hands on his shorts, as she said that. This was the first time she touched his cock. She took a deep sigh. It was huge, definitely huge. 'You have a very meaty package, there, Manish'

She ran her hands, rubbing him over the cloth for five minutes, when she couldn't take anymore. She unclasped the button and slid his shorts to his ankles. From there, he just threw them off on to the floor. She looked at the cock for some time and she couldn't believe it. Naked, it looked imposing and somewhat domineering. With that potent surge of blood, it was stiffly bobbing with angry veins running over the shaft.

'Last time I saw it, it was in your fourth standard. It was like a small pebble then.'

'It has grown. But, did it, as per your liking?' he asked, looking into her eyes. She was still gazing, mesmerizingly, on that huge cock. 'Yeah, it sure does, honey. Anyone, who had been with Shyam's cock for long, would surely agree with me on that.'

She rubbed her tiny hands on it and jacked him lightly, while he kneaded her soft and velvety breasts. She noticed that her long, lustrous hair was breaking his tryst, with her breasts. She arranged it in a bun in the back of her head, as he gazed at the provocative posture with her breasts thrust out. While stimulated, he squeezed her nipples, tugging on them; she converted the moans in her throat to smiles, encouraging him further. Shyam, meanwhile, was fruitlessly dialling on his phone. He was exhilarated to the utmost. He didn't know If he was angry on his wife or not. She definitely discarded him as a non entity. But that was what, it was so erotic about. He lay on the bed. He felt like sobbing, but the tears wouldn't come. He didn't know when he fell asleep but it was after a long, tedious time.

Manish and Neeta, however, were in no want of sleep. She just tugged on his pecker, intermittently, while he mashed her tits. After a while, he slid her over to him, so that he approximated her breasts to his mouth. He chewed on them, paying particular attention to her nipples. She inhaled deeply while he suckled on her areola. He outdid her husband at sucking breasts even.

'So, what's all this noise about not marrying, honey? Hmmm', she asked him. 'You think there are many ladies, like me, to take care of your needs? I admit that a young stud like you is made to rule on middle aged sluts like us. Ouuuch, go easy on that nipple, tiger. I admit you own it, but still treat it with care. Middle aged babes, like us, are always happy to service guys like you.'

'Like you means?' he asked taking his mouth of his nipple, but tugging it with his fingers.

'Like you means like hard-bodied, young, strapping men with wonderful cocks, like these. You know middle aged sluts, like us, just crave to be their slaves', she said with the lusty look in her eyes. He liked her dirty talk, when she mentioned, herself, as a slut and a slave. While she tugged on his cock, he was finding it difficult to control himself.

She said, 'time for me get completely naked.'

'No', he said. 'Just only your breasts today, aunty. I think you and your husband need a good talk, before proceeding further. I don't want to hurt both of you. And no oral sex too. If you want, you can kiss it.'

Neeta loved the way; he passed the rules on her. She liked the way, he ruled her out of the equation of sex. Like a stud, he was behaving. She said, 'you love me so much, don't you, honey? Even at the precipice of your orgasm, you are just letting me go. One nod from you and I will take off my clothes and will give you the fuck of the century, honey.'

'No, aunty. Please, you won't regret this.'

She smiled and eagerly went down and kissed his big mushroom head. She said, 'I am jealous to inform that some lucky bitch will make her life worthwhile, by marrying you. When she gets the daily fucking, I will be the one who will be the most envious. Hhhhmmmm! You pinch me nicely, honey. Now let me get you off.' 

She jacked him with a rough tugging on his massive pecker, as she applied momentary licks of her tongue, on the penis's opening slit. He couldn't control looking at his prim and proper aunty doing all the naughty things and he came strongly with a strong stream of white seed. The jets of milky fluid, which he spurted, raised high in the air before falling on to the upper part of her body. Some on the bed and some on him. She took the massive dollops of cum with her finger and sucked it in her mouth, all the while eying him.

While he lay panting with exhaustion, she said, 'yummy, you got a nasty snack in the balls, Manish. Your aunty is a sucker for this snack. The remaining drops, she just applied on her breasts and rubbed on them, while massaging. After he got shrivelled and finished, Neeta went to his bathroom. After a while he heard her moans. They were certainly moans of relief. She came fifteen minutes later to lie beside him. 'Can't sleep without an orgasm, can I, honey? Thank you for such a wonderful night.'

'Thank you, too, aunty'. He hugged her from back, spooning her and kissing her neck and both of them, happily, slipped into slumber.

When Manish woke up in the morning to go to the grocery store at 7, her aunt was sleeping with him. He wanted to shoo her away, lest his parents came to know of it. But as a guest, she can't be just shooed away. He didn't know what to make of it. She had been sleeping with her hand over him, loosely hugging him. In her sleep, she looked very beautiful. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't want to disturb her. He, calmly, got up and went to his work. His father was already awake. He was reading the morning news. Manish thought, probably, his father didn't know where his aunt slept. He, just, wanted to get out. Whatever happens will be explained later. His mother had, too, woken up, but she was going about her work finding nothing, amiss. His aunt was, surely, pampered. She didn't care, if any of the household came to know of their tryst. She just did whatever she had to.

When Manish went out, Anurag asked his wife, 'Neeta didn't get up, still?'

Sumitra just smiled and said, 'she is just enjoying the pleasure of her brother's home of being a late riser. Want to me to go wake her up?'

'No, no, don't wake her. Let her sleep' 

He never caused any minor inconvenience to his sister. Sumitra, just, waited a little longer to tell her husband, 'she is sleeping in Manish's room, just wanted to tell you.'

'Alright, alright. She sleeps wherever she likes.' He didn't want anyone pointing anything wrong about her. He liked pampering her, a lot. Sumitra smiled at his love for his sister. When he was sitting in the hall, the door of Manish's room opened and Neeta came out. She looked a little dishevelled. She slept in her night attire, which consisted of the sleeveless blouse and the low waist sari. Her dress was crumpled. She yawned, as she got out. She saw her brother and came to him, hugging her.

'Good morning, Bhayya'. She didn't feel any modicum of shame that she had emerged from her nephew's room. That was because Anurag was never judgmental.

'Did you sleep well?'

'Yes, very nice.'

'You seem to have slept in Manish's room. Where did he sleep?'

'In his own room. Where else would he sleep? I missed my nephew. And, it was really nice dozing with him. I think, I will continue sleeping whole of these holidays in his room'

'As you see fit, dear. Okay, freshen up. We will have breakfast. I have been waiting to have breakfast with you.'



Lovely Auntie Ch. 04



Being the holiday season, everyone was at home. Manish was busy doing household chores. After breakfast, Neeta looked for her nephew but he looked busy. So, she took a shower and was cooling off when she thought of her husband. She debated whether to wait for his call, but she had a change of mind and she called him.

He answered at the first ring, 'hello'

'Hi, honey' Neeta said. She perceived some hurt and anger in that greeting. What is he going to do? She wondered. But she didn't feel afraid or any of that emotion. She never regretted her actions.

He said, 'what happened last night, Neeta? Am I such a waste fellow that you completely disregard me while you were way with your nephew?'

'You knew I had a crush on Manish, Shyam. You knew that. Don't tell me otherwise.'

'That doesn't explain everything, Neeta. I thought you loved me. You spurned my trust.' He said very emotionally.

'Please, honey, don't say like that.' Neeta plead him. 'I admit I act weirdly around Manish. But I can't control myself, Shyam. Please understand me.'

'What are you taking, Neeta?'

Neeta told him, 'I get sexually charged around him, honey. He is a strapping young man, with a great physique and most of all, he is a very good kid. How can I help myself? I don't think any middle aged housewife could resist Manish. Being his aunt doesn't help the cause, either'

'Why are you talking like that, Neeta? Why are you deliberately trying to provoke me?' he was half sobbing, now.

'Don't tell me, you didn't get excited with all the talk we had last night, baby. I know you. You secretly harboured a fantasy, didn't you? You like to see me with other men. Especially, younger and handsome men. In the past, when we visited my brother, you were always hot and bothered, whenever I got along with Manish. I know those looks, honey. You would give out a tough workout for me after those incidents. Didn't you? I remember them. Answer me, Shyam.'

Shyam didn't know what to say. He just asked her, 'that's not the question. Did you have sex with him, last night?'

'No, I didn't', she replied. Shyam didn't understand if he was disappointed or relieved. Major part was certainly disappointed. She told him, 'Manish was a gentleman, Shyam. I threw myself at him and he just said that he didn't want to hurt you. Doesn't it speak of his generosity, Shyam? I asked him to fuck me yesterday night. But he thought about you'

Shyam's heart rate increased, when he heard his wife's words. She told him that she asked her nephew to have sex with her, while he refused. Any man refusing Neeta looked like a joke to Shyam. He felt, really, good about Manish. The boy was good at heart.

'So, that's it. You didn't do anything'

His question looked like he expected more of their encounter. She smiled at his desperation. 'So, you are hoping something should have happened last night.'

'I didn't say that', he bit his lip. He was a total give away there. She replied, 'I couldn't leave without having something from him, can I?'

'What did you do, honey?' 

She smiled at his pleading. Her husband had just confirmed her suspicion that he liked watching her with her nephew.

'I took off my blouse, honey. I bared my breasts to him. Are you angry, darling?'

His breath caught in mid breath. His wife was making him completely mad. He couldn't deny himself, this pleasure of sharing his wife. He had to drop the mask. He would have to enjoy with his suffering. The suffering of sharing his wife, with her nephew. With that handsome man, as she told him. At that moment, he decided that he would drop all the pretence. He would embrace his secret guilt. He would let his wife go. He would let his beautiful, independent wife unfurl her wings anyway she wanted. He also knew that, she was beyond the stage of listening to him. He was old now. He had give away her pussy to some new worthy candidate and that was none other than Manish.

'No, honey, i am not angry. I am excited. What happened, then?' he said as he started to jack himself in his bedroom.

'He took hold of my breasts, honey. He kneaded them with his big hands.' 

She understood that she had to pinch her breasts to crave her desires. She just went into her bedroom and tugged on her lusty nipples as she explained it to him. 'You know he knows how to pleasure a woman by punishing her boobs, honey. He gave me a very good workout with my tits. I soaked my sari while he did that. He even licked my nipples as he kneaded my boobs He has a very sensitive tongue, honey. He knows how to use it. He chewed, sucked my tender teats with his teeth and with his tongue. My God! I was in pure bliss, honey.'

'You did nothing!!' he asked amazed. He was on the verge of shooting but he held himself.

'I took off his shorts. And, you wouldn't guess what I saw there, honey', she told him as she recalled that monster of an organ. She tugged on her nipples extra hard as she remembered that hard phallus. 'He was big, honey. He was long and wide in his girth. I told him that he was going to make some lucky girl happy some day. I just wished it was me yesterday. When I was about to take off my clothes and mount him, he resisted. He said he didn't want to come between us. Bless that genial boy. But, he didn't know that nothing could have stopped me from my baby's cock, not even you. I loved it at the first sight. I know I had to have it. But he insisted no, so, I just jacked him off. And he spurted gallons, honey.'

Shyam was getting on the verge, with his wife's hard talk. She was never this way in her life. She had always been a very prim wife. But, what a controversy a young man's cock can do in an obedient wife. 

She carried on, 'and when he spurted cum all over the bed, I made sure to collect all the massive drops and drink it. He was yummy, honey. He was very, very tasty. Tastier than you. And you know what I did with that surplus cum; I just smeared it all over my chest. I didn't want to waste all that precious cum.'

Shyam let out a heavy grunt as he came and spurted. He never had such a great orgasm in his life.

'What do you think, honey?' she asked him.

'I don't know, Neeta. I am all disturbed. I am getting excited with all your talk. But I fear of losing you.'

Neeta said, 'don't talk stupid, Shyam. I love you more than anybody. But I am an aunt, too. And Manish is such a good boy. I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to. You know that either way I am going to fuck him, if you agree it or not. But you like me to do that. So, we are all fine here, aren't we, honey?'

Shyam smiled and said, 'I guess.'

'No, you are sure. But you really irritated me all the night calling me while I was with my favourite cock. It was very annoying, honey.'

Shyam felt bad for making his wife feel. He just said, 'I am sorry, but I couldn't stop myself.'

'It's okay if it had been me, Shyam. But, you embarrassed the poor boy, too. After all the consideration he had given to us, you seriously made him worry.'

'I didn't know that it would pan out that way, honey.' He said with regret in his voice.

'Tell you what' she said to him. 'You apologize to him. Tell him, you shouldn't have disturbed his peace of mind. Will you?'

'Yes, yes, i would. Just tell me when.'

'Wait for my call. Okay, then. Bye, love.'

'I love you, honey.'

For the whole day, Neeta tried to talk with Manish. But he was busy in some or other matter. He went out with his friends in the evening. When he returned, it was already nine. They had a sumptuous dinner, during which, Neeta was giving her nephew smiles and loving looks. Manish, too, just smiled at her. He liked her lascivious beauty. He liked the fact that she loved him. But he liked her family too. He understood the respect his father gave her. So, he didn't want to hurt her in any way. But, he felt proud that she was after him.

After dinner, they again sat in front of the TV set. Neeta came to him after a fresh shower. She was wearing a tight salwar kameez. But the kameez bare her shoulders and arms. There were no hold ups even at the shoulder region. It just started from her chest region. There was a small cleavage visible. The kameez was tight, highlighting her bust. Salwar was, too, skin tight with her strong legs and hips in a provocative angle.

The odhni that she wore was just an excuse and she wore it around her neck from front to back like, she didn't want it to cover the view of her bust. Manish's cock stood up straight, on seeing his aunt. She was a bombshell and he didn't know how much more he could take of her. She plonked beside him and nuzzled up to him. Her brother didn't look bothered and the same was with Sumitra. At ten sharp, both, the husband and the wife, left telling them to turn in, early.

After watching the movie for a while, Manish said he was going to bed.

'Okay, let's go to bed.'

'Aunty, I am feeling guilty that I am.......'

She interfered, 'no, you are not, Manish. Forget it, do you want me wear a sari or am I better like this?'

'You are terrific in anything, you wear. But, I like you in sari.'

'Then, just give me a few minutes. You can wait in the bedroom.' She went to the guest room as she said that. Manish was clueless as to where this was going. She liked to be with him, lusted after him and clearly gave the signal to honk her. But, he was ridden with guilt. While he was going through all these emotions, Neeta came into his bedroom. As usual, his cock stood up in salute at her attire. She was wearing a white sari, which looked a little tight, highlighting her figure. She seemed to be wearing a sleeveless and backless blouse, but when she came near him, he understood that she wasn't wearing any blouse at all. She adjusted her sari so that they covered her breasts. But, she didn't show any great effort to keep it in that position. Manish could make out the sides of her breasts. 

She lay beside him and said, 'a busty middle aged slut at your disposal, sir.' She smiled saucily at him.

He smiled back. 'You are a breath taking beauty, aunty'

'Thank you, sir', there was a docile tone in her voice as though she was a servant on whom he had rights. He liked her calling him, 'sir'.

'So, what do i call you, aunty?'

'Anything you wish, honey. Even, 'slut' would do?'

My, my, Manish thought. She was killing him with her trashy talk. He noticed that her lips were quivering. The lust ridden eyelids and her steamy gaze were just making things hard for Manish. She took his hand and placed it on her midriff, which was flat. 'I am yours, sir.'

'Auntie, you know that I can't do any of that. I love you. I wouldn't hurt your family.'

She jerked up, sitting at the head board of the bed. Her heavy breasts were still covered by her transparent sari. She told him, 'would you be convinced by my husband?'

'What are........'

But by the time he uttered one more word, she had dialled her husband's number and called him. Shyam voice came in the phone, 'hi, Neeta.'

'Shyam, talk to Manish. And, tell him you are sorry.'

Manish was aghast. Sorry for what. He just took the phone. The voice at the other end said, 'hi Manish, i am sorry for what I have done yesterday.'

'But uncle, you didn't.......'

'Don't be modest, son. You are a good boy and I shouldn't have embarrassed you with my repeated calling when you were with my wife.'

'It's okay, uncle, I never.........'

Shyam just said, 'I hold you in high regard, Manish. You know about your aunt, too.'

Just then Neeta dropped off her pallu, baring her sexy milk bearers for the gaze of her nephew. Manish was getting emboldened by the apology he was getting from Shyam uncle. Is this really happening? He held his phone with one hand while with the other he took hold of Neeta's breast. He kneaded it, roughly. He was getting the erection of his lifetime and he thought he was needed in action. Neeta such sidled up to him, so that she accommodated his ministrations a little more comfortably.

Shyam continued, 'you are such a nice boy, to think of our marriage staring at such a great temptation before your eyes. I am always indebted to your generosity.'

Manish smiled at the way, things were turning. He was being asked for an apology for discretion, he himself had done. Instead of being mad that he had been enjoying his wife, his uncle was apologizing for it. He didn't have any more inhibitions. He dragged his aunt holding her breast as though dragging a ruffian by his collar. He held her waist as he made her to hold the mobile as he started working on her meaty boobs. Neeta couldn't control herself, at the way her nephew was using her. She just needed to be fucked now. There was no other way to see.

She spoke into the phone, as Manish sucked on her globes, 'honey, Manish is doing it again. He is punishing my boobs. I think he is going to use me, thoroughly, tonight. If you have any inhibitions, tell me just now. Because, I am going to disconnect the call. I am going to get fucked by him. If he doesn't, I'll beg or coax him. Don't blame me for any.......ouch, he is pinching my nipples, honey. I don't know where he learnt all these things. I'll...........oucchhhh, baby, he will kill me with these pinching he is doing with my entire chest. Hhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmm! He will kill me, honey. I don't know what to say. As I was telling, don't blame me if anything untoward happens. Bye, good night, baby. This stud will surely fuck me tonight.'

Neeta cut the line and she switched the phone off, as she didn't want any disturbance to happen while she wanted a go at the young man's cock. Shyam was left hanging at the other end. His erection was bursting. His size was six inches at the maximum and with hardly any stimulation; it was tenting in his night pants. He felt like he was on the verge of an orgasm without even touching his cock. For a forty year old, it looked like an achievement. He shed off his clothes and lay on his bed, jacking his cock, with the pictures of his wife and the young stud, playing in his mind. He, surely, will fuck her tonight. Perhaps, they two were meant to be together. She was a beauty. He was a hunk. She deserved nothing less than Manish. In the morning, over the phone, she said he was ten inches. What more qualification could a young stud possess for owning a lady? For his beauty and that sort of cock, women will bend wherever they can. Ooohhh! His orgasm was soon approaching with all the imagination in his mind.

Manish couldn't control himself. He wanted to take his aunt. Whatever may be the arrangement between the husband and the wife, he couldn't control himself. He wanted to nail his aunt. His endearing, beautiful, cute aunt. How she had loved and cuddled him all through her life! She just needed to get a good fuck from him. She was craving for it. Her lusty eyes, her slutty loins were speaking for her. He made her stand up and ripped off her sari. Next he pulled the drawstring which held her undergarments. When the underclothing fell at her feet, he saw his aunt naked for the first time. She was panting with wanton lust, looking at his male organ. She stood with her sculpted body for his open ogling.

'Do you like your old aunt, Manish?'

Yes, I do. I love your body, aunty. My God! How I wanted to see you like this? This is my most hidden fantasy. But I can't believe your vagina. It looks very tight. Did my cousins come from there?'

Neeta smiled at him and ran her hand over her vertical lips. She tugged on her clit and with a moan, she said, 'they did. I can assure you. Wanna have a go at this gash, honey?' she displayed her vagina as she took a stance with her legs a little wide and running a finger on her sex. The pussy hair was very finely trimmed at the top of her cleft giving a very classy look. Manish couldn't control any more. He just tugged her on to his bed.

'I am gonna fuck you, aunty. That's what you wanted, didn't you? I am gonna do it, seeing that you have that steamy look, which says you couldn't wait. Well. I am going to fuck you for good.' He got hold of her hips as he covered her body with his getting on top of her. Like a submissive female, she parted her legs. His loins slid over hers as his male sex searched out for its mate, the pussy. He slid into her as he said, 'how does it feel like, bitch?'

He didn't know how the last word came into his mouth. He just got carried away. Still panting he said, 'I am sorry. I shouldn't have called you that.'

'It doesn't matter, honey. You are the one with a ten inch cock. You can call me anything. For a strapping young man like you, I can be anything.' He took hold of her breasts in his hands, kneading them roughly, drawing out moans from her. He rubbed his rough fingers on her teats.

'You would be anything for me, aunty?'

'Yes, honey,' she said, as she felt that gentle grinding of his hips. He was going inside of her stretching her with his massive girth. She was getting the screwing of her life time. In contrast to her husband, Manish was a macho cocksman. He had that length and girth, which could make her his slave anytime of the day. Along with that, he had a great rhythm with his hips which she loved. It was like; he was controlling both of their orgasms with his fleshy rod.

He asked her as he kissed her on the neck and behind her ears, 'do you want to be my slut, aunty?'

'Ohhhhhhhh, honey! I would love to. Hhhhhhmmmmm! I would be your slut, whenever you want me, wherever you want me and however you want me.'

Manish was very happy with her reply. He kissed her cheeks and then slowly made his way to her lips. He hovered his lips over hers as he continued his nuptial dance. He grazed her rosy, red lips with his as he said, 'you are my slut, Neeta.'

Neeta was over the top. He called her Neeta and also a slut. She felt happy that he called her name but she felt pleasure as he called her a slut. His debasing of her established his control over her. He kissed her on the lips as she fiercely ground her own lips against his. He opened his mouth as she deftly opened hers and passed her tongue onto his. She sought his tongue out, which he gave to her. Both of them danced their tongues in and out of their mouths. There was a lot of saliva exchanging between the two of them as she encouraged him to use her mouth for the pleasure of his tongue. Manish pinched her right nipple with his left hand and with his right he massaged her waist which was silky smooth. His ministrations at every region of her body were torturing her. But, he was never tiring. His dance at her hips and the tongue showed that he wasn't a virgin. He slowly started a pace of his hips, as he started grounding her in his bed. He understood that his aunt was a cock slut and she was willing to forgo anything for his big organ.

'Oh, Manish! You are killing me with your cock, baby. Teach your aunt a lesson. Give whatever best, you have got.'

Manish loved her talk. He replied, 'being my slut, you are worth it, Neeta. I will fuck you so much so that you will become useless for your husband. He should rue that he let his wife go for another man's bed. He should understand that his wife is a slut for young cocks.'

'Yes, honey, hhhhhhhmmmmmm! Pinch my nipples. Maul them, baby. Teach my husband a lesson. Make him realize what a wimpy cuckold he is. Mark me yours, honey. Just fuck me.'

Manish ground his cock into her in a fast rhythm. He started giving her a tough workout. But, he also marvelled at the stamina of her aunt, as she participated in his dance. She was fucking him back. She was showing that she was enjoying the fuck. She didn't care that if her husband didn't give it to her, she was going to take cock from any other young man. He liked her attitude. The bitch deserved the workout. After a matter of ten minutes, at the peak of her orgasm, Manish let go of himself. He spurted in her womb as she accepted. She, too, came off with a very high and satisfying orgasm. After loading in her a good quart of his cum, he lay on her panting. She hugged him tight with her legs around him.




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'Thank you so much, honey,' she said to him, hugging him more. 'I love getting fucked from you. I didn't know that my nephew was such a nice player.'

'Nor did I know that you are such a slut.'

'I am honey. I am your slut. Call me that anywhere you like. Even before your parents if you like it.'

He smiled at her and thought, she, certainly, knew how to excite him. He kissed her lips as she opened her mouth and both of them went into a very passionate, hot French kiss, which lasted for more than ten minutes. He said, 'would you like to do it, daily, our fucking?'

'Of course, honey. Like I said I am your whore and I would be willing to even wear a necklace bearing the tag, Manish's whore. How about that?' she smiled at him sultrily, as she spoke those words.

'Neeta, you are a bitch,' he ground his loins again onto hers as they got ready for the second round of the night, which lasted more than an hour. It was three in the morning, when both of them blissfully slept together in the spooning position. One can't say what they dreamed of, but there were smiles on their lips throughout their slumber.



Lovely Auntie Ch. 05



The next day, when Neeta woke up, Manish had already left for his office. However, everyday in her brother's home was like festival for her. She and Sumitra had a great rapport. They dove into any discussion within a matter of moments. Both of them went for shopping. After buying a lot of female clothing, they returned early in the afternoon. They discussed their personal lives. In their talks, Sumitra understood that there were no quarrels between Neeta and her husband and the couple were really happy with each other and their kids.

They were sitting on the couch, discussing this and that. 

Sumitra said, 'I forgot to mention, Neeta, Manish is bringing some of his colleagues for dinner this evening. So, we should prepare some very good dishes. You are a culinary expert and Manish is a sucker for your cooking. So, just lead me in making something tasty.'

Neeta just chuckled, 'don't be modest, bhabhi. I don't think anybody's better with pan and batter than you. I will give whatever help, you need in the kitchen. Just order me around.'

Both the ladies got into the kitchen and started making some really tasty recipes for the dinner. They started with dessert. A certain sort of vegetable halwa, which is a great delicacy, Neeta was expert on, was cooked and stowed away in the refrigerator. It was best when served cold. Then they followed with another desert. By seven in the evening, they had cooked two chicken based recipes, one of which was a fry and another, gravy natured, a meat based soup, two types of salads and the real crown of the dinner, Biryani. They were only half through the last dish when Manish rang his mother. It was seven thirty in the evening. He told her that he will be home with his friends, by eight thirty. Sumitra assured him that everything will be set by then.

Sumitra felt content with the work done in the kitchen. She was mesmerized with the help she got from Neeta. Her sister was a great cook, indeed. They had made seven dishes, all within five hours, which she, certainly, wouldn't have, without the help. And more than that, each cuisine was Neeta's brainwork. She was really creative in the kitchen. 

'This wouldn't have happened without your help, Neeta. Thank you, very much', Sumitra said.

'Oh! Shut it, bhabhi. Can't I do this little thing for Manish?'

'Alright, alright. Now, we should just get freshened up. The boys will arriving any minute. We are looking like a pair of housemaids, bathed in hot oil.'

By nine, Manish arrived with his co-workers and friends. He seated them in the main hall and made sure that they got some refreshing drinks. He was chatting with them, when Sumitra arrived in the hall. Sumitra joined her hands in an Indian traditional salute, while the others respectfully greeted her back. Manish knew his friends fancied his mother. By the looks they gave and by the conscious body language, they exhibited, he confirmed his suspicion. Sumitra was a very beautiful lady, but boys will always be boys. They became some sort of disturbed and out of order, when Sumitra was around them. While she was motherly and nothing more, they were not able to keep out the fact from them that she was a hot MILF. Their tongues either got stuck to their mouths or they babbled incoherently when talking to her. Sumitra was unaware of this fact. She just thought they were shy. She never considered herself beautiful. She was dressed in a modest sari and a blouse, which though showed a lot of her back, wasn't in any way risqué. 

While she was making some small talk, Neeta walked in and Manish's friends just lost their minds. Sumitra herself was very beautiful, but Neeta looked to them maddeningly outstanding. They just heard of Neeta, from Manish, but never saw her. But now, on seeing her, they felt as though they were in heaven with some courtesans.

Manish introduced Neeta. 

'Hey guys, this is my favourite aunt, Neeta. And auntie, these are my friends. He is Lokesh,' he said pointing to a fat fellow of medium height. 'Hi,' Neeta said, while she greeted him with a namaskar, the traditional Indian greeting.

'He is Mithun and he is Rakesh', he said pointing out a thin, short fellow who was the former and a medium height, stubby fellow with a goatee, who was the latter. 

'This is Pavan,' Manish said pointing to a tall, well built person. Pavan, too, responded with a namaskar, looking into Neeta's eyes.

'And last of all, this is Vinith,' he said pointing to a bearded guy, who was of medium height and normally built.

Neeta nodded to each of them and smiled, regarding them very warmly. She sat down on a sofa chair and started a small talk, to make them all comfortable. 

All of them were awed by her presence. They felt that Manish is one very lucky son of a bitch. He was certainly not short of beauty at home. Manish, on the other hand, was impressed with his aunt. The sassy, sexy bitch, which his aunt was, last night was nowhere to be seen. She was modest with the most innocent expressions on her face. You would have easily agreed that she was a virgin. She was dressed in a sari and a sleeveless blouse with a good expanse of her back showing. But it looked more modest than anything. The sari was dark green in colour and though it was transparent, the hint of cleavage in her blouse behind that gauzy sari, showed only on close scrutiny, that too, from a shorter distance.

She talked very well with his friends asking them of their future and their ambitions and once in a while cracking a small joke. She never took the discussion on an intimate or personal level. The one person most bothered among the group was Pavan. He was the handsome guy in the company and was also a best friend of Manish. He had a certain reputation with women and he also had some personal charm to impress ladies in his first meeting with them. But it didn't work on Neeta. She talked with him just like he was any other person. She didn't show any inclination to know him on a personal level. He felt very jealous of Manish, as he saw that he and his aunt were very comfortable and happy, around each other, constantly jabbing one another, playfully.

After half an hour of some healthy chatting, Manish said it was time for dinner. He noticed how Pavan was regarding his auntie. He didn't like the way his friend was looking her up. Both were very good friends, but he didn't like his aunt to be goggled upon. Perhaps, he enjoyed at his friends' stupid stares and mesmerized glances, but Pavan was a womanizer and Manish felt as though Pavan was looking at his girlfriend.

In the dining hall, while everybody frittered to and fro to wash their hands and use the washroom, Pavan tried to chat up with Neeta to know her intimately, but Neeta politely rebuffed his advances. She maintained her propriety and never gave him the chance to cross his line. Manish watched all of this and chuckled to himself. All of them sat at the dining table and while the dish courses proceeded, Neeta was the best of hostess, conducting the dinner with as much skill as with her genuine warmth. She was aware of everybody's wants at the table and hogged the limelight, snatching it from her bhabhi. Sumitra was welcomed the help from Neeta. She smiled at Neeta, every now and then, complimenting her for her skilful coordinating of the dinner table.

Manish's friends were mesmerized with the delicacies and complimented the food. Sumitra gracefully told them that, it was all the work of Neeta. And that she was the one, who deserved the applause. Manish looked into Neeta's eyes, while his mother was lauding Neeta. Neeta too caught his eye and smiled at him warmly, with a twinkle in her own. She gave him a brief, sultry look before going on with her business.

After the dinner, they relaxed in the drawing room, while again Neeta kept them easy with some small talk. When the time for departure came, Manish's friends were very sorry that they were being whisked away from a pair of beautiful women. They all knew that sleep at night would be hard for them to come by. But, more than that Manish enjoyed at the dismay Pavan was feeling, as he was not able to score with his aunt. Neeta just gave a polite smile at Pavan and every other male as they waved goodbye.

Winking at his aunt, he told his mom, that as Rakesh resided at a very remote part of city, he had to drop him. It was becoming late into the night and there wouldn't be a proper conveyance for him. His mother, as all mothers, lamented on him to get back early. After a little while, Manish's father returned as the two ladies related to him the happenings of the day. All three of them sat for dinner. Anurag complimented the dishes and joked that his wife should take culinary tips from his darling sister. Sumitra too ribbed him back that he had developed a sizable paunch, thanks to her cooking, not of her sister's. Sumitra was feeling a little down, as she had cold and after dinner, she told Neeta that they will deal with dishes in the morning. Neeta assured her that she will see what she can do, as she didn't want them to get burdened in the morning with additional work.

Contrary to Sumitra's pleas to get involved with housework, Neeta sent her bhabhi and bhayya to bed, as she took up on the task of cleaning the dishes and also setting right the kitchen and dinner table after a rough day. In midst of her work, she got her regular call from Shyam.

There was always happiness in her for her husband's calls, as she answered it. Shyam was busy all the day at his business and so he was late in calling her.

Neeta said, 'are you so busy the whole day that you forgot your poor wife?'

'Not at all, honey. You are the only person in my life, who stimulates my memory.'

'Hmm! Glad to hear it.'

'So, how was your day?'

Neeta told all about their shopping and dinner. 

Shyam teased her, 'so, you didn't have much time with your nephew today?'

'Hold on, hubby. Day isn't over, yet. He will be here any minute and the second he turns up, you will be old story.'

Listening to her wife like that, Shyam's cock stood up. He was getting all excited with her sensuous banter.

'Can't you remember me a little bit?' he asked in a mock pleading tone.

'I want to. But you know, I am not a great thinker when I have a big, hard cock in my mouth, especially that one belonging to my nephew. So, yeah, it will be hard for me to think of you when he is around.'

Shyam's cock hardened as he listened to his wife. He started slowly jacking off his pecker. He didn't know where she learned to talk like that. He had watched her at work once when he secretly visited, while she was busy. He watched her for about half an hour and all the time she was one hundred percent professional. Even though the men at work, it seemed to him, were continuously hitting on her, she was immune to all of their attempts at luring her into some sort of talk. She just put her head down and dealt with her job. Such a prim and proper wife! What was making her talk to him like that? Was that her nephew? Or was it her hormones, which were hitting an all time high, in the presence of Manish. But Shyam didn't want to complain. He, earlier, had some sort of fantasies regarding wife sharing. But now that the real thing is happening, he was unable to control his feelings. They were getting the best of him and he was feeling exhilarated, thrilled and sexually excited, all at the same time. It was like a long orgasm, going on and on.

'Oh, Neeta! Please, don't tease me, darling.'

Neeta understood that her husband was masturbating at that moment. She liked these talks. It was like they were becoming a lot closer to each other than before. They were sharing some very personal secret, which didn't allow any third member. Their love was, surely, multiplying. She replied, 'what can I do, Shyam? The thought of Manish is sending me over the edge. You know, how his presence makes me feel in the crowd?'

'How??'

'It's so shameful, I can't describe it.'

'Let me hear it, darling.' Shyam pleaded, jacking off his organ.

'It makes me, tear off my blouse and pinch and drag on my nipples.'

Shyam continued his pulling on his cock. Neeta ran her hands over her nightdress, she was wearing. But she didn't want to pull on her nipples, as much as she wanted, because Manish may return at any time, and she didn't want to have any orgasm before he came back.

Neeta continued, 'it makes me flip my sari up and pluck and pinch on my clitoris. You know, it is always excited these days, with being Manish around'

Shyam felt he may cum anytime, but he caught himself at the last moment. 

'His presence makes me want to take any hard protrusion and stick it in my tight pussy. And I was wondering why after all these years of my marriage, my cunt is still tight? But don't worry; it won't be a long concern of mine, as Manish will surely make it loose. What do you say, hubby?'

It was taking superhuman strength from Shyam to stop from cumming at the last moment. 'Oh, Neeta! You are killing me. I want you, honey. Come back home. I love you'

Neeta felt happy at his words. Even after all these years, he missed her. Whatever maybe the circumstance! He was rarely detached from her all his life and he was not getting fed up with her presence after twenty years of marriage. She wanted to rush into his arms and say many endearing words to him. But she also wanted to do what he desired her of the most, to tease him and to humiliate him in front of her young lover.

She said, 'I can't, honey. I think, Manish's cock is some sort of magnet, which is always attracting my cunt. I can only come to you, if only he releases me from his spell, which is surely not on the cards right now.'

'Ohh, Neeta! I love you, I love you' Shyam moaned, as he masturbated.

Neeta, unable to resist herself replied, 'I too love, you, honey.'

Just then, the light in the foyer told her that Manish's car had arrived. Just the thought of his arrival made her nipples strain hard against her nightie and her pussy gush with some juices. Manish parked his car and made some sort of small chat with the guard at the door, before coming into the house. The lights in the bedrooms were all off. There were only lights in the dining hall and in the kitchen. He looked at his aunt talking on phone in the kitchen. She was wearing a sleeveless nightie, pink in colour. He threw his keys on the hall sofa and went into the kitchen. Her nightie reached till her legs, but it was transparent in patches. Her figure was displayed with her sizable breasts and her generous buttocks, in her profile. The nightie was highlighting all these curves with its tightness at right places and occasional transparency. She had tied her hair in a bun which was at the top of her head. Her sensuous, thin neck and that expanse of bust excited him at quite a distance.

She looked at him and smiled with that love in her eyes, which she couldn't stop, even if she wanted to. She was a sensuous creature. She loved her friends and relatives, no matter what happened. Manish approached her and wrapped his hands around her waist, as he dragged her onto him, while she was still speaking with her husband. Her actions in the last 2 days have emboldened him to act this way.

She laid her head on his chest as she said on the phone, 'alright, now, you take care of yourself. Manish has come home and he would make sure that I stay busy. Bye, honey. Good night.'

Shyam suddenly came when she said those words, as though she was carelessly dismissing him in front of her young lover. His sudden eruption soiled all his bed sheets. He was unable to recall the last time, he came so much. He lay panting. And then after a few minutes, he started feeling insecure, as though he may lose his wife. He loved her and he can't live without her. Has he done a costly mistake at his cheap thrills? He didn't know. The sleep came very late that night. He wanted to talk to Neeta and sort out the problem. But, he didn't want to disturb her time with Manish. What was he doing?

Manish saw her aunt detach herself from him. She said, 'I have some more dishes to do, baby. Could you wait for me in the bedroom, in 'our' bedroom?' she said, saucily, as she uttered the last few words. Manish went to her and hugged her from behind. 

He said, 'this was not the welcome, I was expecting'

'Hhhmmm! What were you expecting?' she smiled at him, as he slid her supple body into his. He ran his hands on her smooth naked arms. He kissed her on the neck as she uttered a moan from her lips. He planted many more soft kisses on her neck with his tongue, intermittently, sucking on her sensitive skin. She sucked in her breath with his ministrations on her face. 

'Do you want to know?' he asked her.

'Yes.'

'I expected that you would go down on your knees to welcome me.'

She smiled at him and said, 'you just order me, sir.'

He looked at her and changing his smile into a grim expression, he said, 'get down on your knees, Neeta, and show me proper respect.'

She smiled at him, saucily, as she enjoyed their little game. She detached from him and slowly knelt before him. She ran her hands on the front of his denim trousers. He was hard as a rock. Her breath caught at his obvious protrusion. She fumbled with his belt and his trouser buttons, before pulling his pants down. His red underwear was holding the battering ram in a very delicate position. Neeta looked into his eyes and gave another leer, as she took hold of his underwear at the waist and started polling it down. Manish wasn't able to control himself looking at her posture and her behaviour. Just a couple of hours ago, she had been the most decent housewife rebuffing the advances of a handsome, young man. But now, she looked to him a whore, a cheap whore at that. He took his hand and ran it tenderly on her face.

He glided his hands lightly over her soft cheeks. He ran his fingertip over that red, ruby like lips. She kissed his fingertip, attempting to take his digit in her mouth. She meandered there, as though, asking him permission to take his finger into mouth. He smiled at her and nodded his head, as she took the finger in her velvety mouth. Manish was lost in the feather like sensation of her oral cavity along with her tongue. Nothing could be softer and more inviting. Along with that her caresses were passionate. She was giving him an idea of what it would be like when she took the real thing in. It showed in her mischievous smile, with her puckered lips around his finger.

Manish was losing all his senses as the sexy siren was doing her moves. He knew, he had to take it to the next level. This was kitchen, not the privacy of his bedroom. Yet, she was so cooperative. She was going to give him a blowjob. She had made her position clear that she didn't mind if anybody ran into them. But, he needed to pull her more into the open. He took hold of her nightgown and he, slowly, started to lift it. Neeta realized what he was doing. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. If he divested her of her night attire, she would be naked. She would be naked in the kitchen. It wasn't the place for sexual games. But they were turning it into one. If Manish wanted it, then she should oblige. She was his slut. She had said that. She had said that she would comply with his request anywhere. She briefly lifted her knees up, as the nightgown was slowly being pulled up.

She took his finger out for a moment when he pulled the whole of her gown away from her. He pulled it over her neck until she was there, naked. Nude as the day she was born. She was modest even in her home. But before Manish, she didn't mind her shame, as far as she impressed him with her beauty and her compliance to his orders. She wanted to be in his good graces. What was the young man doing to her? It was destined, probably, she thought. But the carrot that dangled before her was his cock. The remembrance of his organ removed all her doubts. She was kneeling before him without a stitch looking into his eyes with lusty look in her eyes. Her hands were away from her body and were by her sides. 




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Manish's cock responded likewise, as he stripped off his underwear. He was only wearing his t shirt. The point of Neeta's gaze, his monstrous organ was dangling with its heavy mass. Neeta licked her lips. She didn't want to touch him until he gave her permission. She was raring to touch her favourite toy. But then, Manish was just looking at her as though making up his mind. Manish was gazing at her with that longing look. What a beauty, she was. She could easily pass for a woman, in her early twenties. Nobody would believe, if someone told that she had two grownup daughters. In that posture, her pussy was faintly visible, with a just a vertical strip of hair running on the top of her mound. It all looked so fresh. She looked fresh. Like a fruit for picking. 

He said, 'Neeta aunty, my sweet slut, you have the task, cut out for you. Take it in your mouth and show what a real slut you are.'

Neeta just needed that encouragement. She took hold of his organ with both her hands as she neared her mouth towards it. She ran the phallus against her closed lip with the pre-cum that was oozing out of the slit. She slowly opened her mouth and put her tongue out. She ran her tongue over the length of his cock, intermittently sucking along the length with her mouth. She held his sac in her left hand as she played with his massive balls as though measuring them for their size. She ran her nails along that elastic sac as Manish moaned.

Finally, after two minutes of her slavering over the phallus, she proceeded towards his cock head. Manish was watching her with lust. My god! Can anybody believe that she is a prim housewife? She had a husband and two daughters. But her actions befitted that of a whore in a brothel. Are women as vulnerable as her? He pondered. But he was fighting over the edge, as he continued looking at her hot body.

Neeta looked into his eyes as she licked the cockhead and the slit. She liked to play with the helmet in that way. But, when the cock was large as Manish's, the play was extra good. Manish looked into her eyes for a full minute as they made an emotional connect. He was going till the edge and coming back, thanks to Neeta as she knew how to rein in his orgasm. She was a seductress of the ultimate level. Manish ran his gaze at her hot body. Her 36C breasts, her trim waist and that delicious rump of her backside. It would have taken a lot to create her. She arched her back as she was bent in her sitting position. In that angle, her ass looked more delectable. He bent down and took hold of her breast as she continued her playing. Her nipple was hard as a pencil rubber. He pinched on them as she moaned around his organ.

She slowly took his organ into her mouth. Though, they had been lovers since two days, they hadn't indulged in oral sex. Neeta had been thinking of giving him blowjob since a long time. She had given many to her husband and she loved giving them. There was some sort of intimacy in a blowjob. She wanted to have that with Manish. She took his head in her mouth, which almost fitted her. Wow! She thought. She never imagined he would be such well endowed. She took some more of his cock as Manish groaned. She applied suction and ran her tongue around the head with the skill which comes over years. Manish was mesmerized. He had blowjobs from some girls. But, they were amateurish in comparison to her. This was the real stuff. This was the way a grown woman gives pleasures of her mouth. All the girls in his former college should take lessons from her. He thought even his would be wife, whoever she is, should be taught this skill well by his aunt, so that it may come in handy in their marital life.

He said, 'aunty, I never thought you were such a good cocksucker, behind that facade of a proper wife.'

She took his cock out of her mouth to smile at him and said, while jacking it with her hands, 'there are a lot of things you aren't aware of me, Manish. I would like to exhibit all my talents for your benefit.'

Manish pinched her nipple and said, 'we will see to that. But first resume that wonderful cock-sucking. I believe, it is one of the things, you were born for.'

She smiled at him, again, before taking his cock into her mouth and dived her head so that half of his length got inside that velvety mouth. She started sucking in earnestly, not heeding that torturous pinching of her nipples. She ran her smooth tongue on that divine phallus. She took the rest of the phallus, inch by inch, till his cock touched the back of her throat. Manish was just getting super excited by her oral talents. When his cock touched the back of her throat, he felt a new sensuous feeling washing over him. But, Neeta went on pushing his entire phallus, so that his entire organ was inside her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down as she went on with that impalement of her mouth. Manish, earlier, was not so convinced about moving his hips as he thought, he may hurt her. But now, he didn't care. He was feeling the rush and he went with the flow. He held her head by the hair of her head. He started roughly pulling her hair at the roots as he see sawed into her mouth.

Neeta loved that rough handling, he was dishing out at her. It was her Manish. If he didn't use her roughly, who would? She had given him permission. No, who was she to give him permission? He can take her, anytime he wanted. He owned her lusty body, her womanly treasures, from those sizable breasts to her weeping cunt. It was for his to take. And now, he was establishing his sovereignty over her mouth and Neeta was just glad for it. She knew that she was being harshly treated with the corruption of her throat and her mouth. But, sluts shouldn't think that way. They should, just, pleasure their masters. Neeta did that. She gave him a free hand. She was just a hole for his pleasure and nothing more.

Manish couldn't handle any more of her ministrations. He said, 'Neeta, I think....'

Neeta got hold of his cock more tightly in her mouth, as she didn't want to lose that precious cum. Manish thought she would take it out. But she didn't. This fact made him hornier. And then suddenly, it occurred. Another, strong orgasm hit him. It had been the same the last few days. She was extracting the best of his orgasms from him. He felt he was spraying. Neeta felt the blast hit the back of her throat. But, she held on. She took his second, third and fourth sprays. She just took them all. It looked, as though, he was blasting all of his balls into her mouth. But, she wasn't the one to complain. She swallowed that delicious seed. She ran some of it into her mouth swirling her saliva and cum mixture around his cock. Manish felt heavenly. He got hold of the sink that was behind him for support, as his legs weakened. Neeta went on drinking his cum. She relished the taste before swallowing it. After a few minutes, he softened and he looked at her freshly fucked face. She took his cock out of her mouth and showered the whole length of his softened cock with feathery kisses.

She looked more beautiful, after the tryst. He got hold of her shoulders and made her stand up. Taking her hips in his hands, he drew her closer to him. Neeta opened her mouth showing the last remnant of his cum before swallowing it. Manish couldn't control himself. He kissed her. Neeta hesitated if he was okay with tasting his own semen. But, when she saw that he was least bit bothered, she took hold of his head and mashed her lips against his. Manish kissed her back with severe fervour. He lashed his tongue with her velvety, little one, as she lashed it back with vengeance of love. He ran his hands over her beautiful curves of flesh, kneading those mammaries. Neeta was just accommodating.

'You were great, auntie. It was the best orgasm, I ever had'

Neeta smiled at the compliment. 'I am here to pleasure you, baby. Use me as you see fit.'

'You are fit for many things, Neeta.' Manish said as he carried on groping her supple body. 'But first, you have an orgasm to let out. And I am sure I know how to get that out of you.'

'You surely do know, Manish.'

'Then, why so late, my dear slut? My bedroom's waiting.'

Manish led her to his bedroom, as they walked side by side, naked, with his hands still running on her fair and smooth body. He ran his left hand over her delicious buttock before pinching it and crossing his bedroom's threshold.



Lovely Auntie Ch. 06



Manish lay down his naked aunt on the bed. As he saw her stupendous beauty, he had many thoughts running in his head to play with her. She was a very cooperative sex partner. She would do anything for him. She loved him dearly. Manish too loved her back, but he also knew that bitches like his aunt preferred to get exploited. They just liked to be under the weight of a strong male. She certainly loved her husband. There was no denying the fact. But she was attracted to him. He wanted to satiate her desires, but it looked as though it won't be that easy.

Neeta lay on the bed, all the while gazing at him, lustily. Her look told him that she was his for the taking and ordering. Manish took a deep breath and said, 'get on all your fours, auntie. No need to get down on the floor, just assume the position on the bed.'

Neeta slowly got on her hands and knees on the bed. She lustily evoked a moan as she thought what was in store for her. She wanted to play any game, he thought of indulging her in. In the naked position, on her elbows and knees, she looked curvier to Manish. Her flesh had those seductive undulations at all the right places. What a specimen of female she was! Manish thought. He ran his hand on her head and inside her hair. Her hair was still in a loose bunch of bun, which got dishevelled owing to the latest blowjob. Her thick, dark hair was another reason, he craved her. Even after having two girls, both of them crossing their teenage years, she looked as though she was a late teenager herself, with that thick mass of hair. Her alluring, rosy lips, which had given him ultimate pleasure, recently were shining with all the lust in her. They looked as rubies and also succulent. But what looked more delicious were her breasts and her ass. Her breasts were hanging down with the bull's eye like nipples on those heavenly masses. They were hanging slowly with her expectant slow intake of breath. She was exquisite in her make. 

After caressing her hair for a little while, he ran his hands and fingers on her lips and velvety cheeks. He slowly glided down to her narrow but feminine shoulders. And from there, he descended onto her upper back. All of her skin was smooth and soft like a newborn baby's buttocks. But now, he took his hands down to those globes of mammaries. Ahhh! He felt. What on heaven is this? Even after being under his constant touch, their texture was like a fresh blow of sensuous breath into his lungs. He slowly ran his fingertips on those masses. He was standing all the while beside the bed as she was at the edge. His cock was responding again. Neeta licked her lips on seeing that throbbing mass of flesh.

'No need to slaver away, auntie. Enough of your cock sucking! You have other holes for my pleasure.' Neeta moaned at his words. She smiled seductively at him as though conveying that he should take her now. But, Manish just ran his finger tips over those globes of milk bearers. Her nipples were protruding under his touch. They were standing out like pencil erasers. They were easily an inch in length. But, he didn't pinch them, as he did earlier. He just ran his fingertips, smoothly over them. He intermittently flicked her nipples with a firm stroke, as Neeta moaned loudly in response. But, she didn't protest. She didn't beg him verbally to fuck. She was conveying that with her body language. She also was telling him that he can have the fill of her body slowly, in whatever way, he can.

Manish just watched her as he went on with his ministrations. She looked back into his eyes as they started maintaining long eye contacts with each other. They were emotionally connecting rather than physically. She longed for him to take control of his body. She thought of her husband. She loved him, dearly. There was no denying the fact. But she also knew that her hormones were running riot. They were overflowing more in the presence of Manish rather than others. She didn't even think in the same vein in front of the youngsters, who came to the dinner. Nor she responded lustily at her work place. But, Manish was family. She was like a son to her. One, she had loved from his childhood. She took care of him when he was a baby. She felt a strong force of attraction to him. Just giving herself to him for pure physical pleasure looked natural to her.

But, the boy was also a natural. He was playing a seductive game with her, making her body respond to his touches and he was succeeding. She gazed into his eyes and conveyed more of her eagerness. Manish smiled and then he started kneading her breast as Neeta closed her eyes in pleasure. She wanted that firm harsh touch from him. She wanted that authoritative grip on her breasts making him say that she was his for the bidding.

After a few minutes of that heavenly, rough handling of her breasts, he slid his hands to her narrow waist. He held her waist in both his hands, as Neeta presented his ass to him with a good jutting. She opened her legs and thighs a little and inhaled somewhat as she made her ass presentable as though an offering to a deity, him. Manish smiled at her eagerness. He ran his hands on her ass. My god, can he ever get tired of her? That gorgeous, voluptuous ass was her best feature. He ran his hands on those massive buttocks. He kneaded and pinched them as she gave out moans. Unable to resist himself, he swatted those globes. He applied a very, firm hand. The sound reverberated in his bedroom. She gasped, loudly, followed by a sensuous moan.

'What are you doing to me, you torturer?' she asked him.

'What have I done to you, auntie? Nothing. What you are doing to me, is the real question,' he said as he applied another firm stroke on her ass. Neeta just moaned like a lusty bitch. Taking his left, he applied a firm pressure on her lower back, as her ass jutted out a little more.

'Let's see what my little whore's got for me,' he said, as he took his hand in between the globes of his ass, running his finger over her rosebud and onto those feminine folds of velvety flesh. Manish smiled as he noted that she was leaking. She was like a faucet, opened fully. The wetness between her velvety cunt lips could drown a bus. Neeta moaned as he ran his hands over her pussy folds.

'Got all wet, aren't you, my little bitch?' he asked her with a smile, as Neeta fluttered her eyelids in surrender.

'Dreaming of my cock all day, aren't you? What if I don't give it to you?'

Neeta moaned, 'oh! Don't do that to me, Manish? I can bear anything but not the depriving of your cock. I have been leaking since morning, thinking of your enormous cock. Just consider my cunt worthy of it, honey. Just plough me with your beautiful cock, wouldn't you?' she implored him.

Manish knew that her plea was genuine. She was really missing his cock. It was shown in her body language and the way she was behaving around him as though she was worthy of his bidding. She wanted him to take control of her cunt and her holes. To make her his slut and ride her whenever he desired. He flicked his fingers in her folds as she responded with many more moans. At the end of that fine cleft, he came in touch with her little clit, which was making its presence felt with all the excitement. He took hold of it and pinched it. She moaned loudly as he gave the pinch. He flicked his finger over it, stroking it firmly with his fingertip as she felt weaker in all her body. Little orgasms were flowing through with the attention he was giving her. She lost count of the number of orgasms she had within a short span of time. My god! He was the god of love. He was the man of passion, the man, who could make her cum with the snap of his fingertips.

She pleaded him, 'how much more would you tease me, Manish? Just take that big cock of yours and punish me for being a slut. Show me my position. Teach me a lesson, honey. Teach me the ways of being around you. Harness your horny slut, master. I am for your bidding. Just use me for your pleasure.'

Manish smiled at her desperation. He took couldn't take it anymore. He aligned his cock with her ass as he pushed his massive erection in one go into her mature cunt. Neeta groaned with a mighty groan as he pushed inside her. He went inside easily with all that natural lubrication. The bitch was certainly slavering away for him, he thought. He took hold of those heavenly hips as he controlled her loin movements.

'You need discipline, Neeta. Most of all you need to know your master and his needs. You need to understand what he needs of you,' he told her as he started moving his hips in apposition of hers.

'Yes, master. I need to be disciplined. And who better than you to teach me?' she said in her frenzy fuck.

'You need to know that it's me who will control your libido and your fucking cunt will leak only when I turn it on.'

'You are making it hard for me, baby', Neeta said as she started to leak again against his hard cock. Manish intensified his ploughing. 

With no further talk, both of them started a slow loin dance which was stimulating them both to the ends of the world. Manish savoured the feel of his aunt's fuck tunnel. He didn't know if he would get any bargain better than this bitch. He grasped her hair as Neeta arched her back as she liked the way he rode her. At the end of a very sensuous dance, Manish gathered that his orgasm was approaching. Neeta was stimulating her clit as she was on a flurry of orgasms which have been flowing through since the last half an hour.

As Neeta gave those sensuous moves of her hips which intensified and coaxed from him an orgasm, Manish fell on Neeta rolling on to the bed. He removed his cock from her momentarily before turning her around and getting into the missionary position with her under him. He pumped his orgasm into her with vengeance as Neeta received his spasms with more of her vigour. The movement of his loins were just pulling many more orgasms from Neeta. He was going through heaven as he felt her soft skin and her velvety tunnel around his cock. What a lucky man he was to fuck such a great cunt, he thought. Neeta loved the force of his hips on hers. She was relishing the youth of Manish through their loins. What could she ask for more? Manish fell on her as he slowly came off his orgasm. He could feel the increased breathing and thudding heart rate of his aunt under him. He slid onto the bed as they continued hugging each other. They were in that sensuous post orgasmic bliss for a long time. 

Mannish asked Neeta, 'do you really love me so much, aunty?'

'I do, Manish. I don't know, why. You have been my fantasy man since a long time, since you achieved your puberty, probably. I watched you, as you grew up. When you were fifteen and you probably were in your tenth, I was visiting then. I used to watch you daily as you used to walk up to the house in the evenings from school. You were going through your adolescence and already sporting a light moustache. Your arms were growing rapidly. Though you were gangly, you had a certain charm and you used to care about everybody around you. You used to get me whatever I asked. Once I asked for a flower which was there high on an old derelict building and you clambered up that battered construction like a monkey. Though it was somewhat hard for you, you got that for me. I couldn't forget that. I put that flower in my hair, all day. I took care of it for a long time, before it wilted. Shyam used to ask me what was so special about the flower and I told him that my favourite nephew got that for me. He didn't care about that then. But now, he is feeling that he has competition.'

Manish said, 'aunty, am I coming somewhere in your personal life?'

'No dear, you are not,' saying that, she took his hand and guided it to her breast. She pressed her hand on his to suggest that she wanted him to squeeze it. Neeta was showing him that she didn't have any regrets picking him as his lover. Manish brushed his lips over hers. Neeta felt very happy with the gesture. She just sucked lightly on his lips, as Manish reciprocated it. Neeta felt love welling up in her heart for Manish. She thought of Shyam and how he was letting her pursue another love. She felt drawn to her husband even at that very instant. She knew she was the luckiest woman in the world. She had the affection of her two lovers. She had a wealth of care from her brother and her sister and she had two beautiful daughters. What more could she ask for?

Manish gently turned her away from him so that she had her back to him. He hugged her from back so that his cock sat snug in her ass crevice. It was his favourite position. To spoon with her. What he didn't know was that, it was the same with his aunt and uncle. Neeta heaved a sigh of relief as she felt her heavenly buttocks cushioning his cock and it was slowly responding.

'Don't you ever rest your cock?'

'It's hard for me with sluts like you around'

'Hmmm! That might be the best compliment I had ever heard in my life,' she said coyly as Manish started kissing her neck with his tongue. He asked her, 'how's Shyam uncle doing with all this?'

'He is suffering. But he likes it. He wants and probably craves for it. But I don't know I feel as though our love has crossed another stage. He is extra caring in the way he is talking to me and I don't know why but I love him a tad bit more, too.'

Manish felt a pang of jealousy piercing through him as he heard her say that. He pinched her nipple sharply. Neeta screamed for the sudden pain. Manish asked, 'what about me, then?'

She took his hand kissing it and said, 'oh, honey, I love you so much.' And she guided his hand to her pussy. She told him, 'and even this little slit loves you too.' Manish forcefully flicked her folds as she screamed. But she didn't protest. Manish carried on his torture. He said, 'that is for hurting me, now' 

Neeta cried, 'ohh baby, I am sorry. I think I deserve it. Oooohhhh, ooouuuccchhh!'

But Manish didn't heed her pleas of pain. She writhed for a long while before sleep plunged both of them. 

In the midst of night, Manish woke up and he found them both, in the same position that they were when they fell asleep. His fingers were still in the groove of her pussy. Manish smiled hearing her soft breathing. He felt very drawn to his aunt. He didn't know if he was getting romantically linked with her. He kissed her softly on her right cheek, while Neeta gave a small sigh. She was in deep sleep but still she felt his affectionate kiss. Manish noted his finger was moist with her juices. She was still leaking, probably. He took his finger and rubbed her lips with it. Neeta gave a few sighs for a while, but she felt the aroma of her own pussy and subconsciously opened her lips for accepting the finger. Manish fed it to her mouth as she greedily accepted it.

Neeta slowly awoke to the lingering taste of her own musky scent. She kissed the finger lightly before withdrawing it and taking it back again. Manish smiled at Neeta for doing that.

'Do you like the flavour, aunty?'

Neeta was sucking his finger like lollypop with strong vacuum. She was inhaling deeply as she went on with her sucking. She said, 'hhmm, I like it, Manish. Especially your flavour mixed with mine. Manish again kissed her on the cheek and Neeta clearly felt his love for her in that kiss. She sucked the finger more strongly after his kiss. After 2 minutes of kissing, she took out the finger and probed it to her vagina to gather some more juices before licking it cleanly. She repeated the gesture a few more times as Manish lovingly nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. He didn't know when he dozed off.

In the morning, Manish got up from the bed at five thirty as usual. He was putting his clothes on when he examined his aunt who was sleeping peacefully. He liked the way she was sleeping like a baby. He smiled to himself as he looked at her. She was still the pampered child of the family. His parents spoiled her and her husband, more so. He felt a twinge of jealousy as he thought of her husband. But he was a nice person. He sometimes felt he was coming between them. But once he saw that heavenly body, his morals flew out of the window. Her breasts were uncovered with the blanket just over her hips. That heavy milk jugs were erotic in their creamy appearance and with that sensuous nipples. Her chest was evenly rising. Manish watched her for a few moments as Neeta shuffled on her bed. She noticed the absence of the warm body behind her and she opened her eyes to find Manish fully clothed.

'hhhmmm! Going away for the day, are you?' she asked with a mock pout.

Though she was nearing forty, she looked like a small child with thick black bangs all over on her forehead and face. She shoved her hair back and opened her arms in a 'come hither' look. Manish smiled and went to her, sitting on the bed, as she wrapped her hands around him. She took his face and dragged it over hers for a light kiss followed by a deep tongue probing action. Later, Manish withdrew from herand said, 'got to go now, aunty. I should be there in my office by seven thirty.'

She held her face looking longingly into his eyes as she gave some more kisses all over the face, before taking it into her bosom. Manish felt the smooth, creamy feeling of her breasts on his face, as he nuzzled into her, comfortably. He didn't want to leave the cushion-like feel of those heavenly orbs. As he moved his head, he sought out the big pink left teat with his mouth and started sucking on it.

'Isn't it nice, honey? Can't we sleep for a few more hours in the same position? Nnnnkkkk, i love it when you bite my nipples.' She said as she played her fingers in his dark hair. She kissed his head as he went on with his sucking. He aligned properly into position as he continued sucking her.

'I love these early morning suckings, honey. Even Shyam is heavily into this' and then she felt a strong bite on her teat. She gasped. 

'Manish, ooooohhhh! Please honey,' she took his face off from her breast and looked into his eyes. 'Why did you do that, baby?' but she didn't get any reply as he looked into her face with a hint of anger. 

She said, 'oooohhhh, Manish, I am sorry if I hurt you. I shouldn't have mentioned him. I am really sorry.' And then she showered kisses on his face as though making up for her mistake. Manish slowly went back to her breast and he slowly licked the bruise he had just created as his aunt whimpered. But she didn't withdraw his head. She gave him free ride on her breast as much time as he wanted to spend with it. But he just lightly nuzzled on that injured jug of flesh for a full five minutes before going for the other. He took another five minutes on that one as Neeta started leaking freshly from her pussy. Manish didn't take his hands or anything near her womanhood. He didn't want to start another session as he was already late.

He detached himself from her teat and stood up. He said, 'can't waste all my day catering to a slut's needs, can I?'

Neeta smiled at him and said, 'I like it when you call me a slut. Hey, by the way, you got to take me to the airport in the evening back as your cousins are arriving today'

'Sure, you didn't me inform me this yesterday, otherwise I would have planned a grand welcome for them'

'Hhhmmm, I know the meaning of your grand welcome, Mimi told me the way you welcomed them with tomatoes and eggs, last time.' She just smiled looking into his eyes. She added, 'honey, we should watch ourselves before my daughters. I am feeling sorry that we would be having less personal time for the next 3 days.'

'You don't have to leave just after 3 days, aunty. You rarely come to our home. Why don't you prolong the stay?'

'No, Manish. I am already very low on casual leaves. I would have to go back.'

Manish smiled at her as he went near and kissed her again before withdrawing. 'Ok, aunty, we will pick them at the airport in the evening. I think mom will also be joining us. Just give me a call before an hour I am needed here, bye. Love you'




Lovely Auntie Ch. 06



'Love you, too, honey.' Neeta smiled as she watched his cute bum before he left 'their' bedroom. 



Lovely Auntie Ch. 07



Manish was working in his office when Pavan approached him. The latter was disturbed about the previous night. He was the one who always got pretty girls to party around. But Neeta didn't give him any personal attention. He was miffed that Manish was the preferred one.

He said, 'hi Manish'

'Hey Pavan, how are you, man?'

'Fine, but what is this I hear? You have been doing the shittiest work around here. I mean the presentations and everything.'

Manish was taken aback. He knew that Pavan was a pain the ass, but not his ass. Though he was a bully for all his friends, he never tried anything funny with him. Because, as much as Manish was a friendly person to hang around, he was also a wrong person to mess with. He had been involved in many fights during his college life and always came out a winner. Pavan knew the fact and avoided confrontations with him. But now, Manish felt that the other was inviting a quarrel.

He kept his cool and asked, 'what do you mean, Pavan?'

'That's the talk of the place, man. I don't know for sure, just hearsay, you know.'

'Who said anything ill about my work? They have the right to. But just tell them to say it to my face. So that, I may correct my mistakes.'

Pavan chuckled, 'oh! Just easy going type of saint, aren't you, Manish? I like that. But, don't go covering your ineptitudes with that happy go lucky face. Sometimes, you have to be brave enough to face challenges.'

Manish didn't understand what the other was talking about. 'If you have anything to say, just tell it. Don't go beating the bush, all right, Pavan.'

'Cool it, man. I just heard what I said. Your pathetic work is the talk of the town. The way you handled the Mithra agencies is still lingering in everyone's minds.'

'Tell me, who said it, damn it.'

'One hears you know.'

Manish shot up from his seat, seething with anger. 'What is it, Pavan? What is your problem with me?'

Pavan said, 'nothing, Manish. Just do your work, properly. Or tell guys like us handle the tough ventures. You think working in an MNC is as easy as bagging a girl from one's own family. Or bagging an old hag, if you come down to that.'

Now, Manish understood. He knew that Pavan was hurt by his aunt's affection for him. He thought, being a hunk, he would be shown a special concern. Pavan had been successful with every girl he had ever met. In their own company, he had bedded seven different women. Pavan had many times recited his sexual prowess to his friends, in an offhand way. Manish heard some stories, but he quickly got bored whenever Pavan was starting his tale about the recent girl he had conquered. Not that, Manish doubted Pavan's achievements. But the latter exaggerated a lot. And Manish also guessed Pavan was careful to cover his tracks when his tryst with a girl backfired. He felt like laughing, at the present moment. But he didn't like his family pulled into the confrontation. And he specifically hated the way he mentioned his aunt, 'an old hag'.

He said, 'Pavan, you have a perfect facial bone structure. But don't be so sure about it. You won't be looking the same if you lose some teeth and have a cracked jaw.'

Pavan's anger emerged. 'And you think you have the guts to go one-on-one on me.'

'Just tell me the place,' Manish thundered. Before, Manish could say anything more, Vinith intervened. They were starting to get a little louder and a few people looked their way. Vinith pulled Manish aside, while Pavan glowered behind. He led Manish to the canteen.

He said, 'leave that asshole, Manish. You know better than that. He has been griping since we left your place last night.'

'What about?' Manish asked.

'Well, you might have hazarded a guess.'

Manish guessed. But he wasn't sure. 'What is it, Vinith?'

'You know Pavan, Manish. He is always after the girls and fancies himself as a womanizer. He even tried some flirting with your aunt, too. But, your aunt was a respectable woman, and just didn't encourage him.'

Manish felt chuckling to himself as Vinith said that his aunt was a respectable woman. After the last night's tryst, he couldn't say that. But she was the most reserved and dignified lady to the outside world. 

Vinith carried on. 'He was moaning all the way back last night. He said your aunt was blinded that you are a family member and so couldn't see faults and shit like that. But we knew he was desperate. He was like he can make your aunt his lover but that he wasn't really interested.'

Manish replied, 'just tell him that if he involves any member of my family, in his idiotic flirting thing and sexual prowess bullshit, I am going to kick his ass. I don't give a damn whatever he can do to come back at me. I can teach him a lesson he would never forget in his life.'

'Just forget about him, man'

Manish remained silent. Vinith ordered tea for them as he watched his friend, seething in anger and slowly climbing off it. After ten minutes and some desultory conversation, Vinith noted that his friend was back to his old self. He said, 'man, I didn't know that you could get so angry.'

'I didn't like the way he talked, Vinith.'

'He is an ass, Manish. Forget it. But you must admit one thing, though.'

'What?'

'Your aunt is hot.'

'Hey??' Manish said with some heat, but at the same time he knew that his friend was pulling his leg. 

'Relax, Manish, I am just kidding. But, seriously, she is very beautiful.'

'I know.'

'You mentioned her many times, but I thought you were just exaggerating. She was almost the most beautiful woman, I ever saw.'

Manish smiled at him, 'yeah, yeah, thanks.'

'And she is very affectionate of you, it seemed. You are a very lucky guy.'

'Thank you, Vinith'

'Does she have kids? I mean, girls.'

Manish said, 'yeah, she does. Two very beautiful girls and I will kill anybody who will approach them, alright. They are my family and my family is my weak point.'

Vinith said, 'why, you lucky bastard. Are your cousins into you? My God, I would cut my left nut, to be in your position. Have you worked anything with them?'

Manish smiled. He knew Vinith. He was a very good guy. Fun to be with. Not at all manipulative. He said, 'Vinith, my dear friend. I am not into them. Nor I think they are into me. We are just good friends. All right? I love my aunt and her family. She loves me, too. That's the end of the story. If you want to use me as a ladder to get close to my cousins, I am sure you will lose your left nut and the right one too, if I am at it.'

Vinith said, 'hey dude, I am kidding.'

'I know.'

'But your aunt is very beautiful. And honestly, you are a very lucky man, to get the love of the two most beautiful women, I have met.'

'Two?? Oh, you have included my mother, too. Haven't you?'

Vinith just bit his tongue. Manish said but with a mock anger, 'you bastard, you are sure keeping your left nut in jeopardy.'

Vinith smiled, in a relaxed fashion. He just let about his mother accidentally and he didn't want to see his friend in anger. He said, 'I am sorry, man. I just let that out, accidentally.'

'It's okay, you idiot.'

'But seriously, aunty, I mean, your mother is as beautiful as your aunt.'

Manish noted that Vinith was very sincere in his utterance. He also referred to his mother in a very reverential tone. Manish just shook his head as though he was okay with whatever his friend said. The other continued, 'you know last year, I used to frequent your house just to meet your mother. She looked like a goddess to me. Such a beautiful and elegant creature. I had such a serious crush on her.'

'Man, Vinith. You are pulling yourself into a very tough situation here, aren't you?'

'Hey, I meant it in a very respectful tone, dude.'

'Yeah, I know. But, still, she is my mother.'

Vinith slowly said, 'I am sorry, Manish'

'Hey, it's okay. Come; let's go back to our work.'

Manish was called a little later by his vice chairman, Mr Kamalnath. He was rarely called to the office. Mr Kamalnath was like the acting head and he dealt almost with every issue with the company's work. There was a rumour; he was making his move to Chennai as the VC there, for his promotion. The branch based in the southern city catered to richer clientele. He was a very pleasant man and under the year of his guidance, their company had progressed a lot.

Manish knocked the door to his room and entered on permission. Mr Kamalnath was going through a heavy file with a frown on his face. He was around in his late forties with a very prominent moustache and a good hairline. Manish felt the man was handsome with his broad shoulders and his good height.

Mr Kamalnath looked up from his file and said, 'ahh Manish! What is this, young man? I heard about the commotion that happened in the morning.'

'Sir, honestly, I don't know what he was talking about. He was ........'

Mr Kamalnath waved his hand, as though asking him to stop. 'I know it isn't your fault, Manish. I know Pavan and he is not the adjusting sort. But you are a clever boy. Intelligence lies in averting a fight, rather than winning it. Don't go losing your patience with petty fellows like those. I have high hopes on your career. Don't let incidents like these mar it.'

Manish felt very happy that the VC cared about him. He just thanked the other.

'I like your work, Manish. And I also noticed the way you are so prompt and good with the presentations and also the handling of the clientele. I hope you will be an asset to us.'

Manish just nodded. Before leaving, he asked, 'sir, is that right, you are getting transferred from here?'

'The news travels fast around here, doesn't it? Yes, I am mostly getting shifted within a month or two.' He paused as though he was deciding on something and let his words hang. Manish waited for a few moments and thought he better not spoil the camaraderie his boss was maintaining with him. So he made a move to leave.

Mr Kamalnath said, 'Manish, you have potential. Keep up the good work. I am thinking of hiring you in my personal team in Chennai. But it all depends on the way you go from here. Probably, in another 4 or 5 months.'

Manish was overjoyed. He knew that it was surely a promotion which Mr Kamalnath was talking about. He said, 'thank you, sir. Thank you very much.' His boss smiled and dismissed him out.

At 3 in the afternoon, he got a call from his aunt stating that he better return to take her to the airport. Manish whistled happily, as he had already finished his work. He said goodbyes to his friends as he made his way out of the office. He felt like he was going on a date. When he came to the house, his aunt and mother were already prepared for the evening out. Manish smiled as he saw the two most beautiful ladies. Neeta was astounding in a white, tight salwar kameez. She definitely knew how to dress up. Her two inch white high heels along with that dress made her look so desirable. She was sporting an inch long cleavage for display in that alluring kameez. She was sitting on sofa keeping her legs one on another. Her tight thighs were speaking of her enticing sexual charm. His mother was as usual in her sari and Manish noticed her in retrospection of his friend's words. She was wearing a pink sari with a red blouse. He blushed noticing that her bust was very enticing as she had the perfect measurements in that area. Her hips were not obscenely wide but had that mature oommmpphhh, which many mature women craved to possess. Along with that there was her ever radiant face with a beautiful smile. Her arms were neither fat nor thin, but were sturdy showing the housewives' routine work daily giving a good tone. She was as tall as her sister, both of whom were 5'5". Looking at those two, he could recall that word MILF. They were grade 'A' milfs who would just love to get pounded by a good, sizable cock. He recriminated himself about thinking his mother in that way.

All three of them set out for the airport, as Neeta continued flirting with her nephew regardless of Sumitra being there. The latter lady was just happy with the playful jousting happening. If she knew of the vulgar bedroom talk, she would faint, Manish thought to himself. They arrived at the airport and walked to the arrival section. The flight that was to arrive from Delhi was on time and all of them were looking at the arrival gate. Manish was with his cousins last time, two years back. They were very beautiful then. The elder Kamila was a mirror image of her mother but was thinly built. She was lithe and looked sensuous. The younger Mamatha was around 5'4", but was medium built and was childish. Her eyes were of her mother, which held a deep attraction for anybody who saw her. She was a little pudgy when he saw her last.

Neeta was looking with hundred eyes at the entrance. She loved her daughters like hell. She didn't like sending them off to faraway colleges. But the institution they were studying had international reputation. Both the girls were with her at home till the seventh standard, as they went to a local school in Chennai. But Shyam imagined big things for his daughters. Though it burnt a big hole in his pocket, he chose to send them to the north Indian school so that it would be rewarding in the future. Neeta though was in favour at first, she didn't like being separated from them this length of time. Though they spent 3 months every year at their home, she missed them so much. She couldn't bear the pain anymore and she told Shyam, in no uncertain words that she would keep them with her at their home, sending them at a local university for their bachelors after the twelfth standard. Though, both of the sisters were separated by a year, they were in twelfth standard. Neeta felt happy that they would be back home for ever after 3 months. 

Manish was looking at his phone as his colleagues sent him updates on their assignments. He almost dropped his phone when his aunt squeaked. He noticed that his cousins had arrived. In the throng of the people coming out, he noticed the two girls driving their small cart driven luggages. Manish couldn't believe that they were his cousins. His elder cousin, who was now nineteen, had a complete changeover. She was thin when he last saw her. But now, she had filled out at the right places. As he noticed her approach, he noticed that her breasts had grown in size with her waist cinched in and her long legs in that skin tight denim were attracting a lot of attention. Mimi, on the other hand had lost her weight, and she had best hips in that white tights she was wearing. Her bottom was certainly something she had inherited from her mom. Her face looked more feminine, than to her childish countenance earlier. It was like two angels had walked out of the heaven.

He noticed that many men were gazing at them with lusty looks. But, when they saw the mother hen, their leering multiplied. Manish felt that Neeta held her own ground even at the peak of her daughters' youth. Neeta's figure was a match to her daughters and if all three of them stood naked before him, he would certainly go for the MILF. 

Kamila and Mamatha rushed to their mother, hugging her. Neeta hugged them back as she became emotional, leaking a tear or two. 

She held them for a full two minutes as she sighed, 'my babies!!'

Both the daughters looked as though they may cry at any moment, as the hug prolonged. Manish cleared his throat, 'if the hug is officially over, there are many people standing here in queue.'

Neeta chuckled at Manish's words. Kamila detached herself from her mother, as she started attacking Manish. She scolded him, 'pig, big stubborn pig.'

Manish defended himself dodging her flying hands, as he said, 'oooohhh! What did I do?'

Kamila looked daggers at him, 'what did you do? When was the last time you called and talked to us? Did you forget that we ever existed?' And then she hugged him tight. Manish felt awkward getting the hug in the airport, with people watching them. He awkwardly patted her back.

Mamatha touched the feet of her aunt, as Sumitra pulled her for a hug and kissed her. Kamila followed suit as she greeted her aunt respectfully. Mimi went to Manish, 'can I get a hug, too?'

'Errr...' Manish said, as he was still not getting acquainted at hugging women in crowds. Neeta laughed, looking at his shy face. She gazed longingly at him, as she knew that she was the apple of everybody's eyes, even her daughters'.

Mimi, regardless of his reply, hugged him and gave him some embarrassed moments. 

Manish lifted the most part of their luggage to the car, as the rest distributed the remaining. They had been the ogling aspect of the crowd. Men were envious of Manish for having four beautiful women around him. They boarded the car and Manish drove. 

Kamila said, 'first stop, ice cream shop.'

Manish replied, 'so you haven't grown up yet.'

Kamila plucked at his hair as she was sitting in the back of the SUV. Neeta and Sumitra laughed looking at them.

Kamila said, 'Manish has become fat, mom.'

Neeta protested, 'he is not fat, he just filled out and yes, he is looking good.'

Kamila made an eye contact with Mimi as though sharing a personal joke. They both knew that their mother would stand up for their cousin. Mimi said, 'stop kidding, mommy. Manish is certainly fat. From distance, I thought it was uncle, rather than him.'

Neeta, unaware that her daughters were playing her, said, 'don't exaggerate, Mimi. My honey is far from being fat.' Neeta was seated at the front seat besides the driver's and she took Manish's hand as though soothing him. Manish understood that her daughters were teasing her. He smiled at Kamila catching her eye in the mirror.

His elder cousin said, 'my God! Stop pampering him, mom. Sumi aunty, how could you allow this? At times, I feel like she is his mother rather than ours.'

Mimi added, 'even lovers wouldn't be this much supportive of each other.'

Both Neeta and Manish suddenly looked at each other, as though their secret became known to her daughters. This wasn't lost on Sumitra. She just smiled looking at the scenario. She knew that her son and sister were certainly having some personal time in his bedroom. Though she wasn't sure what they were doing. 

Kamila said, 'yeah, you are right, Mimi. Even young lovers wouldn't be this supportive of each other.' The girls' playful banter was certainly exciting Neeta as she looked at Manish with a lusty look. Her daughters' were unaware of the romantic entanglement that they were in. Manish too was getting amorous with the encouraging words from his cousins.

He said, 'how do you, two idiots, know what happens between young lovers? You didn't tell me, aunty, that my cousins have grown larger for their pants.'

Neeta nodded her head. 'Hhhmmm, answer Manish, you devils. What are you two doing secretively?' But she was nothing more than playful.

Mimi replied, 'did you see, sis? The lovers have ganged up against us.'

Kamila gave a fake pout, 'Hhhmmm! Poor daddy.'

Her constant mention of them as lovers was certainly getting to Neeta. What the hell are my two devils getting me into? Her crotch was getting moister by the second. She squirmed in her seat. Sumi said, 'you two are certainly devils. Why are you dragging your father into this?'

They arrived in the city and the first thing that they alighted was an ice cream parlour as Kamila said. Manish became conscious walking these beauties into the parlour. Men, around them, suspended their work to watch the two MILFs and two hot youngsters. Along with that, Kamila and Mimi were on either side of Manish leading him into the parlour. The waiter covering his straining erection led the hot party to a table. Manish sat in a chair. Mimi was about to sit beside him, when her sister said, 'Mimi, are you out of your mind? How can you occupy the seat beside the king? It belongs to queen, Neeta. Isn't it, mother?'




Lovely Auntie Ch. 07



Neeta was getting hot and bothered with all the talk. Mimi too said, 'oh, where are my manners? I am so sorry, your majesty, Manish. Her highness and your beloved queen Neeta will grace your side. Her ladyship, Neeta, please sit by his side or on his lordship's lap, whichever takes your fancy.'

Sumi was entertained by the youngsters' constant ribbing of their mother. They were certainly fun to hang around with. She said, 'stop it, you two,' but her heart wasn't into it. Neeta blushed, but said, 'yes, I will sit by my honey's side. And, don't disturb us. Just get our order.'

Neeta sat beside Manish and looked longingly into his eyes. She put her head on his shoulder, to rest for a bit. Mimi clapped her hands, 'romance is in the air, sis. I can certainly vouch for it. The first thing that I will do on getting home is alerting dad.'

Sisters laughed and ribbed a lot more, as Manish just kept quiet and basked under their fantasy. All of them sat and ordered their delicacies. Mimi insisted that her mother and Manish share a single dessert, which was vetoed by her sister. And surprisingly to get in the mood of the game, even Sumitra nodded her head. Neeta, hugged Manish's arm and said, 'that's fine by me and my king. Isn't it, darling?' the girls clapped as Manish swallowed hard. Mother and daughters were making his life hard for him.

As they sat and chatted this and that, the order came. And Manish and Neeta really shared a single sundae. Mimi said, 'alright, the king should feed his queen. How about that, Kams?'

'Yep'

'Stop it, you two,' Manish said. But the sisters weren't listening. Neeta said, 'why to shy away your majesty. I will feed you.' And Neeta took a spoon and fed syrupy ice cream to Manish, as he accepted. 

'Hold that pose,' Mimi said, as she took her Smartphone and snapped a picture. Neeta fed two more scoops so that her daughter got few more pics. Mimi said, 'I will make sure to paste it on facebook.'

'Don't you dare,' Manish thundered. But the sisters just laughed. Neeta took the spoon she had just fed Manish and slowly sucked on it. Mimi and Kamila gasped. They didn't expect their mother to do that. For once, they felt that their mother threw their joke back on them. Manish and Sumitra laughed looking at their stupefied faces. 'Mom!' both of them cried. 

'Thought your mom couldn't handle you two?' Mimi and Kamila slowly came back to their senses and smiled. Kamila said, 'bravo, mom. You win, we lose.' Neeta gave a contented sigh.

They resumed their banter, which was more concentrated on their college lives. Neeta watched her lover from the corner of her eye, every now and then. Manish was alternatively taking a scoop from his aunt's and mother's desserts, as he suddenly caught glimpse of something. It was the cleavage of Kamila. She was sitting opposite to him and her t-shirt which was somewhat low cut displayed a very cute and sensuous cleavage. Her jugs certainly got big. He gazed on it for a few moments, as he felt a nudge from Neeta. He nearly froze as he looked at his aunt's eyes. They had a slight hint of hurt. But at the same time, her gaze was playful.

'Pig!' she muttered.

'Sorry' he replied.

When nobody was watching, Neeta blew a kiss to Manish as he relaxed again.

They soon left the place. Manish felt that his mother was being left out and he requested her to sit beside him during the drive. Sumitra was very happy with the entire playful atmosphere created by the youngsters. But she never felt left out. She loved the way her son was hogging the all the attention. That was happiness for her. She also liked her son, for displaying concern as she was being neglected. During the drive to the home, mother and daughters in the back seat discussed their domestic drivel as Sumitra fussed over her son's clothes and hair, sitting beside him.

They came back home, as his cousins and his aunt went back to discuss their college lives and talked in phone with their dad for a long time. Neeta made her daughters sit beside her, as she kissed each one of them on their cheeks, while they were on phone with Shyam. She was constantly smothering her love over them as Sumitra and Manish just smiled looking at the rejoined family. Shyam was also very happy. He felt close to his wife as there was something personal satisfaction while all three women of his family alternatively talked to him on phone. Neeta talked with Shyam for a long time speaking of many endearments to him, while he happily replied in like.

Manish sat watching TV set leaving his aunt's family some alone time. Kamila came and sat beside him, hugging his arm.

'So, what's up, Manish? You forgot your poor cousins.'

'Nobody forgot you, honey. I don't want to do anything inappropriate. I mean I didn't want to hurt your dad or something like that.'

'Dad doesn't mind, you know that. And you have a very bad trait. You are the modest person I have ever met.'

Kamila liked Manish since a long time. He was her first crush. She fancied him as much as her mother did. She kissed him on his cheek and said, 'sorry, we teased you a lot in the car.'

'Hhhmmm! Considerate, now, are you? You idiot. You would never have to be sorry for anything.'

'Okay, I won't be. And I won't even mind if you catch a glimpse under my t shirt every now and then.' It was his turn to flush. He thought his cousin didn't notice his stare. He gulped slowly.

Kamila smiled, 'look at your face. You are becoming so tense. Why are you so worried, Manish? You don't have to feel tense for such a silly thing.'

She added, 'I won't mind if you get a peek or two. You may even ask for it.'

Though it was like a joke, there was genuine warmth in her words. He hugged her back. She kissed his neck as they lay in a close hug on the cushions. Manish felt as though he was handling a younger version of his lover, Neeta. She had her mother's personality and also that sensuousness. Kamila kissed his cheek a few more times.

'Why weren't you ever my boyfriend?'

'Hhhmmm! Probably, you were much more than I deserve.'

Kamila said, 'always underselling yourself, aren't you? I know for sure if I take you to my girls' hostel, the ladies will be all over you in a matter of moments. You have certainly filled out well. Are you working out or what? I have never seen you so......'

'So....'

'...hhhmmm! Masculine, probably. The way you stand, walk, there is some sort of charm for ladies in your body language. Your face is another reason. You have good features and when you smile, I feel as though everybody is happy around.'

Manish smiled at her compliments. 'It clearly shows you are not meeting any young men.'

Kamila smiled. 'Don't say that before Mimi. She will certainly laugh. I have more male friends than girls as friends.'

Manish was stunned. But he was not surprised. Kamila will surely attract a lot of male attraction. But he was stunned that she was in a girls' college and would be devoid of outside contact. Kamila said, 'most of the boys I have met are douche bags. All of them are high over their heads, just because I talk with them. There is none, who could be called a nice friend. That is what I feel when I meet you. You are fun to hang out with. Me and Mimi always talk about you. We certainly missed you a lot. And also, mom. Whenever we get back home, she is always lauding your plus points, as though you are her personal deity. She idolizes you a lot. I am sure that if dad wasn't there, she would be making moves on you.'

Manish rolled his eyes. His cousin didn't know half the truth. It was surely her innocence talking. He diverted the topic, 'so, do you have any boyfriends?'

'Hhhmmm! I can't tell you that.'

'Hey, you said I was your best friend.'

Kamila teased him. She said, 'why, are you jealous?'

Manish saw the way she looked at him. Her sensuous and heavy lidded eyes with that cupid bow like lips and her heaving breasts were all tempting him a lot. He said, 'I am not jealous.'

Kamila's face changed to an angrier tone. She said, 'I know, you are not jealous. That's what angers me. All the male friends I have get their faces in knots, whenever they see me speaking with another man. You are just so cool and easy going, as though I mean nothing to you.'

Manish replied, 'hey, honey. You got me wrong there. Of course, I like you. You know that. You are family. I can't bear if you are mad at me.'

Kamila's anger melted. 'Oh! You always say the nicest thing.' She kissed him again on the cheeks and then held his head looking into his eyes, as Manish, too, looked back at her, lovingly. Then, suddenly, she kissed him on the lips. Manish was spellbound. He too kissed her back, lightly. Kamila took that as an encouraging hint. She had wanted to do that since a long time. She fancied Manish a lot. It had been in her naughty fantasies to get fucked by him. She even felt a bit jealous when she saw her mom take his hand in hers to pacify as they teased him. She wanted to be the one to do that.

They were sitting on sofa cushions in the hall and they were in the constant risk of getting caught by anybody, who walked across. But Kamila didn't care. She didn't mind if her mom or sis caught her. She wanted to get that moment of intimacy with Manish whatever it may cost her. She pried his lips lightly, as Manish was losing control. She had pressed her t shirt covered breasts on his chest. Though she had her bra on, Manish could still feel those pointing nipples. Her crotch was now brushing with the side of his hips and there is nothing he could do to stop her. He was getting his own erection, stronger. She applied her tongue on his lips as he slowly parted them. Kamila joyfully took the chance to insert her tongue inside his mouth. Manish took his right hand into the back of her hair. She had a pony tail, which Manish grasped at the root. He kissed her back with increasing vigour. As she felt his tongue inside her and at that skilful swirling action of his flesh, Kamila couldn't control herself. She accepted his tongue and massaged it with her own. She accepted the spit he was pouring inside her. When Manish felt the gulping action of her throat, he was flustered. Kamila reciprocated the sexual duel, well. She aligned herself over his body.

Manish thought of his mother and aunty. Mimi was taking a bath. His mother was in the kitchen and his aunt was going through her daughters' packages, so that she could launder their dirty clothes. He knew, at the most he had five minutes, as there was always the risk of somebody abandoning their work and come unannounced.

He tried to pull back from his cousin but she held his neck with her small hands and was massaging lightly the junction of his neck and head. Her increasing thrust of her young, bounteous breasts was also making Manish lose control. They kissed in frenzy for five minutes. Kamila took his hand and put it on her breast. Manish squeezed that heavenly tit, lightly. Kamila detached from his mouth and said, 'its okay, baby. You can do them hard.'

Manish said, 'we shouldn't be doing this, Kamila. This is wrong.'

'What's wrong, Manish? Is it wrong of me to show my love to you?'

Manish slid his finger on her red lips as Kamila kissed it. 

'You are very beautiful, Kamila. Just like your mother. But I don't know if I can reciprocate my love as much as you do. I love you too. But it falls short of your candour.'

Kamila smiled, 'even a hint of your love is enough for me, Manish.'

Manish this time didn't even think of resisting her kiss as they got into more passionate frenching. She arched her back as though offering her body to him. Manish slid his hands on her hips and under her t shirt. He touched that heavenly flesh of her hips. He squeezed it as Kamila moaned.

'You know your way around a woman's body, Manish.'

As Manish smiled, he wasn't aware that Neeta watched the whole proceeding from a door facing the back of the couple. She didn't even know when a tear ran on her cheek.



Lovely Auntie Ch. 08



Neeta watched as Manish and Kamila necked. They looked so good together. Manish's ripping body and her daughter's youthful figure. They were like a handsome Hollywood couple. Maybe Manish deserved somebody better, Neeta thought. She was okay for her age, probably, but she couldn't beat her daughter. Kamila was nineteen years old and she was at the freshest. As their passion increased, she saw Manish's hands massaging Kamila's butt. He had one hand on her breast, pinching and mildly mauling it. The other hand was alternating between her hips and backside. Kamila was much more amorous. She was like a bitch in heat. She was offering Manish whatever he could have of her. 

Kamila said, 'I have always loved you, Manish. I don't know but I think our family is addicted to you. Mom as you know is mad about you. Even, Mimi too. She could go on ranting about you to her friends.' 

Manish said, 'I love you all, Kamila. But what we are doing is at the spur of the moment. We need to clearly think.'

Kamila said, 'there's nothing about thinking where love comes, you idiot. Come, you need more of it.'

She again clasped her mouth as Manish reflexively opened his and accepted her darting tongue. He compared the mother and daughter in the terms of kissing. Though Kamila kissed him well, Neeta was an artiste. It was like her love flowed when she kissed him. Neeta was a divine woman, who happens once in a lifetime. Though Kamila was gorgeous, he couldn't connect with her as much as he did with her mother. But then who was he to say no, when the pleasures of sex were there for him to be taken.

Neeta went inside and she was somewhat put off. But she loved the fact that her daughter and Manish were connecting. If she chose someone for her daughters, the person would be on the lines of Manish. He was such a lovely boy and a great lover, too. She felt equally happy that her daughter could be on the receiving end of a nice session. But the middle of the hall is not a safe place to be.

That proved to be right, as Sumitra walked in the hall. Her voice alerted the young pair to disengage. Sumitra was unaware anything happened, as she chatted with Kamila, about her studies. Mimi too joined them after finishing her bath. Manish wondered where Neeta was. She wouldn't be far behind when a discussion was happening. He went inside to search for her. She was in the kitchen, boiling a kettle of tea. Manish saw she had changed to night pant and a t shirt. In the dress, she even looked younger than her daughters. The profile showed her bounteous tits and erotic ass in an inviting way. She would kill him with her beauty some day.

She saw him approaching and smiled. He said, 'so, where have you been? You were gone for an hour or so.'

'You know, busy catching up with Mimi and Kamila.'

'You can't. Mimi was having a shower and Kamila was with me.'

She just avoided his eyes. 'I have been boiling tea '

'What for an hour?' Manish asked. She smiled at his questions, but he knew that something was bothering her.

'What is it, aunty?' he asked. What he felt strange about the conversation was that she didn't lay her hands upon him. He noticed in the last few days, she couldn't keep her hands to herself. She just needed a moment of privacy for them and she would jump at him. Neeta was about to go past him into the hall when he caught her wrist. She stopped.

'What happened, aunty? You were so daring in front of your daughters and now you are trying to ignore me.' He asked. He was hurt as she was being a little distant.

Neeta said, 'nothing, baby. I have a little headache, that's all.'

Manish said, 'oh, I am sorry.' He drew her near and kissed her on the forehead and on her cheeks. Neeta felt a surge of emotion running through her. Why was she avoiding him? She loved him so much, yet she was putting him at a distance. She just gave a small hug.

'Do you need a hand? I can carry the tea tray. Maybe you need to lie down.' He said.

'It's okay, honey.' Neeta replied smiling, turning her back to carry the tray down the hall. And then he saw a slight hint of hurt in her eyes. Manish knew she was choking up on something. He gently stopped her, taking the tray. 

He pulled her near to him and said, 'what is it, aunty? Have I done something wrong?'

She shook her head, 'nothing, dear. I am just having a headache.'

'Are you trying to fool your favourite nephew, aunty? Come on, you can tell me. Did something happen between you and uncle?'

'No' she was fast to reject the idea. So, it was clear that there was nothing wrong at the home front.

'Please, tell me, aunty. I can't bear to see you like this.'

She shook his head. 'Manish, I am fine, really. You are just worrying much about me. Come on, we don't want to keep the others waiting.'

Manish took her hips in his hand and drew her near to him. They were attached from head to toe as he wrapped his hands tightly around her. He could feel her smooth, velvety breasts against his chest. Their sensation made blood surge into his organ. His erection pushed against his mound, as Neeta sighed with content. She wasn't wearing any underwear and her puffy pussy lips were ensconcing his erection in their groove. She couldn't help moving a little on his rod of passion. Manish smiled at her involuntary sexual act. He ran his hand on her back over her t shirt. There were no signs of any bra straps. Her nipples were pointed out, drilling into her shirt. She was clearly excited. Her lovely cleavage was making his cock to bulge more. He ran his other hand over her buttocks, that expansive area of flesh, which he loved a lot.

He kissed her on the cheek tenderly as he asked, 'now, tell me.'

'Baby... it's nothing....'

Manish knew that she was adamant in spilling out the reason. He took his hand and pressed her left boob. He ran his finger over the cloth covering her nipple, as Neeta sighed, deeply.

'What is it, Neeta? Aren't you my slut?' he asked simply.

Neeta replied promptly, 'yes.' she felt very much connected to him as he referred to her as a slut. Unknowingly, like a deluge, her emotions poured out. A tear came out of her as her voice broke.

'I am always your slut, baby'

Manish was too touched. He knew that she was hurt very much. What had happened? Then he pondered, had she seen him making out with Kamila? He felt he had done a mistake. He shouldn't have done that. He can't lose his aunt for some silly groping.

He said, 'did you see me in the hall?'

She nodded slowly. He smiled. He felt touched and very happy that Neeta lusted and loved him in equal measure. Her hair was loose and it was dishevelled lying in bangs on her forehead and a little across her face. He pulled a thick lock and arranged it carefully behind her ear. 

'Do you trust me?'

'Yes, I trust you the most.'

Manish tilted his head and slowly went for her lips. Neeta responded with fervour. She melted into his arms. Their tongues did their best dance, as the kiss went on. Manish felt his soul being pulled out from him. He felt always dizzy with her kisses. Their spit intermingled and they were exchanging their secretions. It was a heavenly feel. The kiss went on for a full five minutes. Their mouths detached as they came up for air.

'I love you, Neeta. I love you very much. I love your daughter, too, aunty. But that is nothing equal to ours. I feel as though your daughters are my responsibility. I should love them because they are yours. I feel responsible for them if I am with them. I want to protect them, because they share their blood with you. But I love you because you are you. I love you, so much and I would never dream about hurting you by going for another woman.' All the while, he rubbed her nipple through her t shirt, as Neeta looked with love at him through her heavily lidded eyes.

Neeta felt uncomfortable. 'Manish, I am not trying to be in control, honey. You have your own personal life. You can choose your mates and friends, as you wish. I shouldn't govern your life. I love you, too, but not at the expense of your happiness.'

Manish rubbed his nose with hers as he pulled her against the kitchen counter. He applied firm pressure of his erection against her pussy. Neeta moaned in response. Manish said, 'I am not trying to be chivalrous or anything, aunty, but I love you more than any other thing. There is no bigger temptation for me than you and your body. Do you understand?'

'Yes, I do, but......'

'Neeta!' Manish spoke harshly.

Neeta was stunned by his sudden change of tone. He pressed hard against her, grounding his loins firmly over hers. She was getting excited.

'Neeta, are you my slut or not?'

'Yes, I am.'

'Then you just need to hear, that's all. No need to analyze.' He kissed her as he said that. Neeta replied his kiss with a great deal of passion.

'You are showing a lot of disobedience to me by your careless attitude. What is your foremost aim in life?'

Neeta took her hands inside his shirt as she grazed her fingers over his ripped body. 'To pleasure you, honey.'

'Yes, not only physically, but also mentally. You need to be adept to my every command. You have to be at my beck and call. Is that a lot I ask of you?' he saw her face as he commanded her. It was clear that she loved his every order. She was his for to order around. She liked to make him in charge of everything related to her.

'I am sorry, baby.' She said wrapping her hands around his neck and nuzzling her head against his face.

Manish's erection was getting the better of him as he said, 'I want to fuck you, now.'

'But...' Neeta knew that they were in the kitchen and anybody would be coming in search of them anytime now. She said, 'honey, as much as I would like to get my slutty needs taken care of by my hunk, this is not the safe place, now.'

Manish kissed on her lips as he said, 'just wait for me, here. I will take care of it.'

He strode into the hall, as he said to Kamila and Mamatha, 'hey, I forgot to mention Ramya is flying off to states, tomorrow.'

Both the sisters, shrieked, 'what?? Why would she go to US?'

Ramya was a childhood friend of the sisters, who lived at another part of the city, some 5 Km away. She was a neighbour to Manish, but every time his aunt visited him, her daughters took the gaps of time to get acquainted with her. She was of the same age as the sisters. Every time they visited Hyderabad, they wouldn't leave without meeting her. 

Manish just shrugged his shoulders, 'her mother asked her to visit her there so that she could plan her medical career.'

In a flash of a second, both of them shot out of the house, as Manish gave them his car and told them to convey his wishes to her.

Sumitra said after his cousins have left. 'Why are you pulling their leg? They wouldn't believe you if you go on playing pranks on them.'

Manish just smiled, 'I don't know why but making them jump around makes my day. And look at the size of their brains. Ramya did her B Tech here, not medicine.'

Sumitra burst out laughing. Manish said, 'and I forgot to mention, Sunitha aunty called. I don't know why, but I said I will make sure you will call her back.'

Sumitra suddenly ran for her mobile. Sunitha was a close friend of hers who lived down the street, but the real connection between the two women was that, the neighbour had a part time business of selling saris to the housewives. Sumitra would go on hours talking to her about the latest sari patterns doing rounds in the city. Manish knew that for another hour she wouldn't be available to him as she would go chatting on the mobile. When he saw that the two ladies had struck conversation, he knew that he had made his way clear.

He went inside the kitchen and said, 'so, slut, where were we?'

'But...'

'Nobody will disturb us, Neeta.'

Neeta was stunned what he had done with the others. When he explained, she burst out laughing. He assured her that they will be having a minimum of an hour on their hands. He said, in a harsh tone, 'take off your pants, slut.'

Neeta was very happy to comply. Manish closed the kitchen door, so that nobody will disturb them. Neeta panted heavily as she was dressed just in her t shirt and nothing more. Manish looked at her cute pussy. It was surely a pussy of teenagers', not of a mature mother. It was so cute, with it's small opening, her abs were almost with no pad of fat, flat. He played his fingers on her abdomen, as she whimpered. He loved the pose she was holding. Her bust was thrust out. One of her thighs was slightly bent inward, so that it was trying to cover up her sexy hole, but wasn't being successful. One of her hands was holding an overhead board, while the other was playing with her hair. There was a 'come hither' look on her face, which could make any hot blooded man spurt in his pants. Manish was seriously getting bothered by her stance.

He took her hips as he pressed against the kitchen cabinet and kissed her. 'I don't know what you are, aunty. One moment I think you are an angel and the next moment, you look like a slut. You are such a dignified lady before others, but you really rock my world with your temptress looks.'

'You should understand, Manish, a lady saves her slutty look only for the person, whom she loves most. So, what do you think?'

Manish smiled at her and said, 'okay, about the necking thing with Kamila, I am very sorry. I shouldn't have done that.'

'It's okay, Manish, you don't have to be sorry about it. I saw the whole thing. Kamila initiated it. It wasn't your fault. And as for feeling up my daughter, I trust you more than anybody. You wouldn't do anything to hurt her or our family. You are a grown, matured and intelligent boy. You think everything twice before proceeding further. I really love and respect you for that. Please don't apologize. I am sorry on behalf of Kamila for doing anything to disrupt your peace of mind.'

'Are you kidding, aunty? Necking with Kamila, who is a babe, sorry for being so crude, is my lucky opportunity. She is like the younger version of you, but I like the mature look a lot.' He said that looking into her eyes.

'How bad you have become, Manish? You are flirting and making out with both mother and daughter on the same day. I didn't know you would become such a Casanova one day.'

He said, 'you know what Casanovas do, Neeta?'

Neeta gulped with his stern look and asked, 'what??'

He took hold of her left thigh and parted it from the other, exposing her womanhood, as Neeta purred. Manish could easily see that she had moisture all over her sex. The moisture was shining and making her twat look a lot sexier. He draped her outwardly folded leg on a prop that was at the side. Neeta held the pose. She felt really shy standing in that fashion. But it was Manish, her lover, her master. She would do anything for him. Manish looked at her for a few moments to make her conscious and also make her realize what she was doing. It was like reminding her that she was a slut in his hands and if she had any objections, but Neeta just looked into his eyes, lustily.

He asked, 'where is your phone?'

She pointed out her Smartphone, which was there on the kitchen table. He picked it up and started dialling a number. When he was sure that there was a ringtone on the other side, he gave it to her. Neeta saw to her amazement that it was Shyam who was rung. She looked at him with a questioning look. Manish said to her, 'you hurt me last night by mentioning your husband. Let me have some revenge. You talk to him as we make out.'

Neeta could only just smile. She loved the way he was going to control her. He wanted her husband to know that she was in the arms of her lover, doing slutty things, which she wouldn't do with him. Manish ran her hands over her abdomen, as she whimpered. She was standing there, splayed open for her lover with a phone in her hand which was connecting her to her husband. Manish ran his hands on the upper parts of her thighs and also on the region at the upper area of the cleft. He made sure not to touch her pussy. He loved to keep her in anticipation. It showed in her pussy becoming wetter by the minute. 

It was purely coincidence when Shyam lift the phone as Manish flicked her petals of sex. He flicked them so hard with his middle finger that Neeta gave a loud throaty moan. Shyam said hello into the phone, but the hello his wife gave him caught him tightly at his throat. It was the noise which she made when she was at the peak of her sexual orgasm. Neeta had mini orgasms back to back with just that flick. The anticipation and Manish's playing nature spurred her on. Manish ran his hands on her generous bum as he kissed her again. Neeta just responded with her usual love for him. Shyam cried hello into the phone, but it was for deaf ears. Neeta lazily and relaxedly kissed her lover back, making him comfort his tongue with her own and a generous amount of spit.

When she parted him, she smiled sexily into his eyes and answered in the phone, 'hi, honey.'

'Neeta, what's going on?'

She said, 'I am with my stud, honey. Manish is a very creative lover. He has made me stand in the kitchen with my legs splayed open. I am leaking, honey and he could clearly see that. He is running his hands on my stomach and upper thighs. How I wish if he would just flick my womanhood, Shyam. I am begging him, but he is just teasing me.'

Manish smiled at her and flicked a second time, Neeta moaned, 'nnnnnnngggggghhhh'

Shyam was dying with Neeta's moans, 'please, please, Neeta.'

'What is it, Shyam?' 'I can't take it anymore.'

'You want me to disconnect the phone.'

'Noooo...' Shyam cried. As much as he hated what was going on, he was spurred and excited with his needs. He took out his organ and started to beat it off.

'Are you playing with your penis?' Neeta asked her husband.

'Yes,' Shyam replied.

Neeta laughed. 'That's what you could at the most, baby. You are just helpless with this stud fucking me around. Ohh! Manish, baby. Please, please, play with my pussy.'

Manish complied with her request, as he smiled and took his index finger, rubbing on her sexy nether lips. He rubbed her on her clit, as she went into another flurry of orgasms. Manish smirked looking at the vulnerable face of his aunt. She was looking so sensuous with her pussy being played on. She was losing control of holding the phone and she was also teetering on her legs as the orgasms coursed through her. Shyam too understood that his wife was in the throes of pleasure. Her purring and moaning was evident of that. What was the boy doing to her? She was deeply into him, it was clearly evident. Had he lost her? Just an hour back he talked with his family and there was confidence in him that he had his family, still. But Manish was a very important pawn. He was making his wife cream all the day along, as it seemed, with his looks. Shyam didn't know what was happening around him. But he was enjoying every bit of it with his cock, at least, till it spurted. Later, he would be in mental turmoil. He also knew that Neeta was feeding him on his kinky perversions, but at the same time, scratching her itch.

Manish felt a little guilt as he was hurting his uncle a lot. He didn't want to prolong the turmoil. He gestured his aunt to end the call. But she shook her head. She looked lustily at him as she fumbled with his shorts. She slowly pulled it low down to his knees, holding the phone between her shoulder and her ear. His erection just sprung, hitting her gently on her head.

Neeta took hold of his cock with one hand, tugging it as she spoke into the phone, 'Shyam, you should really watch my lover's cock. It's huge. No wonder, I fell in love with it at first sight. All day I couldn't imagine anything but this piece of flesh between my lips, whichever they maybe.'

Shyam furiously beat on his erection, listening to his wife describe these things. 'Who wouldn't bend down in reverence to this heavenly male endowment? Why didn't you have such a nice piece of dick on you, honey? I wouldn't have strayed, if you would have possessed a real cock. But you should be a real man first to have a nice dick.'




Lovely Auntie Ch. 08



Neeta felt she was going far with the taunts, but she also knew that she was pushing all the right buttons of her husband. Manish meanwhile again pushed her back for another kiss as his penis grazed her wet quim. Neeta jerked as it touched her nether lips. She couldn't control anymore. She said, 'honey, I would love to chat with you, but what I would love more is getting fucked by my lover's wonderful cock. Excuse me, hon. I will call you in the morning. Bye.'

Shyam felt his heart beating erratically as his wife discarded him for a piece of cock. He knew that calling her back wouldn't be that helpful. He went on jerking his shaft as he came within a matter of moments thinking his wife was in the arms of her capable lover.

Manish shafted his flesh into his favourite love tunnel. Neeta responded equally back. She thrust her loins back at him as she felt their passion increasing. Manish felt his aunt's orgasms continually on his cock. His wide cock was flicking restlessly on her clit and was making her lose her control. Manish pounded her nearly for another ten minutes, when he felt his orgasm approaching. 

'Damn Neeta, you horny slut, you are my personal whore, don't you forget that? Oh godddd! I think I am cumming ........' and with that he came in her. Neeta screamed, 'that's it, baby, pound my pussy, honey. Fuck my unfaithful cunt. I would be available for you any time of the day for your personal pleasuring. My body is your playground. Just play with it as much as you will. I love your cock, I love you, Manish baby. Ooohhhh! unnng!' the biggest tide of pleasure, for which she was waiting, swept on her as she kissed Manish on the lips. It led to some deep frenching again. She could feel the strong jets of cum spraying on the insides of her womb as Manish came rather, forcefully.

She let out a loud growl, with that passionate coupling getting hold of them. They stayed that in this standing position for a while, before Manish let go of her. He pecked her lightly on her cheeks as Neeta lovingly kissed him back.

He walked and sat on the kitchen counter and opened his arms to welcome her. Neeta walked to him. She said, 'Manish, i think it's better we put on our clothes. Your mom would worry what we are doing here.'

'Don't worry about her. She would be deep in conversation about the latest in silk in town.'

Neeta smiled and hugged him standing between his legs as he turned her around. As he sat there, her back was grazing his chest. Both of them had t shirts, while they were bottom less. He hugged her by his legs and took his hands under her t shirt. He pulled on her nipples, as she moaned, lightly. She was again getting flustered. The boy was doing wonders with her body. He kissed her on the cheek and said, 'I am sorry for kissing Kamila.'

'Please, don't apologize, honey. I am not at all angry on you.'

'But, she is your daughter and you would be concerned about her safety.'

'You are right, but I love you, too.' And with a sly smile, she added, 'and you know what I would be all right if you two want to do something more with her.'

Manish smiled back as he pinched her rosy buds of teats. He said, 'Hhhmmm! You love your daughters so much that you would allow them to have pleasures of flesh?'

'That's not what I think. Though I haven't been so restrictive about the boys they date,...'

'They date?' manish raised his eyebrows.

'Of course, they do, silly. They are the next generation. But they tell me whatever happens on the date. The pact that I have made with them is that they should inform me everything. Mimi hasn't been so much into it and she is not that interested in these things.'

'What about Kamila?'

'I can't tell you. I haven't shared this info even with my husband. These are the things that are between us, girls.'

Manish kissed her behind the ear, 'I am sure a slut like you haven't done many things with your husband which you have done with me, come on, tell me. Does she suck her boyfriends?'

Neeta said, 'Hhhmmm, maybe. She is nineteen, you know.'

'Is she a slut like her mother?'

Neeta moaned as he tugged her nipple harshly while asking the question. 'I don't know, honey. I am the basest whore. No one could compete with me on that.'

He liked the expression on her face as she said that. Her eyes were lidded with lust as she enjoyed his fingers on her twin peaks. 'But genes are stronger, aren't they?'

'May be. Why do you want to find out about her? I have no objections, if you want to. Just use protection.'

Manish said, 'aunty, I am just playing with your head. I want to know how much more you can submit to me, not only physically but mentally. I don't know why but I can't get romantically entangled with Kamila. As much as I love her on a personal level, I don't have the feelings of romance towards her.'

'That's fine, baby. That's your personal life. I don't want to sow any seeds in your minds. Although, I would prefer her to take you as a life partner, it's solely your decision. But, what I want to say is that I am not hurt that you made out with my daughter. Hormones do fly around in this age, isn't it? I am happy with whatever you are and whatever you will be. And also, there is one other thing. There is a romance thing going on with Kamila.'

'Really?'

'Yes, there's this boy, Raj. He has been after her since one year. She even brought him once home.'

Manish was intrigued. 'Is it? She didn't tell me.'

'You hardly talk, don't you? And I am sure she will hide these things from you. I know she fantasizes about you, even now. It would hurt her if you accepted her love story as though it is nothing. She probably wants you to feel jealous of her if she has a boyfriend. But, knowing you closely, she can make out that you won't be bothered about her personal life.'

Manish just shrugged his shoulders, 'I don't know, aunty. But I always felt Mimi and Kamila as sisters, nothing more. I was unaware that they harboured secret fantasies about me. If Kamila has any lover, I am deeply happy for her. But I just want to make sure he is the right sort.'

Neeta just laughed. 'You are always protective of our family, aren't you? And yes, I know Raj and he is a fine kid. He is around your age, I feel, twenty five or twenty six. He had been after her since one year. Kamila was just eighteen then. He is from Hyderabad, but he is staying in New Delhi owing to some job there. He had wooed her relentlessly over the last year. Kamila had always informed me of her boyfriends, but I knew she was somewhat serious regarding Raj. It was more from the side of the boy at the start. But she eventually gave in to him three months back. The boy is of medium height and good looking. But he is a very soft kind of person.'

Manish said, 'then can he handle our hot cracker? She is as excited as her slut-mom as far as necking goes.' He pulled Neeta for a long smooch as he caressed her smooth pussy from the back. Neeta liked the way he played his fingers smoothly over the crease of her buttock and on her perineum dragging from her pussy. She was again gathering moisture with the heat of the moment.

She came up for air, 'I am sure Raj will have a tough time with her. But at this moment, I am having a very hard time with you.'

Manish kissed her on her cheeks and behind her ear as he said, 'I am planning a very hard session for you, Neeta. But you should wait for it. Sluts like you should know that patience will give you good orgasms.'

Neeta nodded her head, 'yes, master, I will note that.'

'So, it's all set for our Kamila then?'

'Hhmm! Looks that way. We are planning engagement this year, preferably in June. And marriage next year. No point is waiting as the boy is well settled. He is earning good. And moreover, we are meeting him tomorrow at some restaurant. Kamila wants him to acquaint with us. I met him last year, before he propositioned her. This time it would be different. I want to ask him about his future, if he wants to take my daughter's hand in marriage.'

Manish said, 'hey, why don't you bring him to our house?'

Neeta shook her, 'I don't know, Manish. I don't want to be more reciprocating of the idea of their being married, though I am certainly interested. I want to keep him at distance before the engagement. If anything untoward happens, Bhayya will be disappointed. Though I have told bhabhi of the boy, I don't think Anurag should be dragged. He has already taken many responsibilities for me. I don't want to add on to it. If he comes to know, he will help in every possible way and I don't want more gratitude from him. He will become emotionally attached to anything that relates me. It will hurt me if things don't work out, because he will be hurt.'

'Hey, don't worry about him. I can share any amount of tension regarding your family along with dad. He is a great man and I will be more than willing to help his sister's daughter get married, alright. And moreover, this Raj fellow should pass my nod.'

Neeta said, 'of course, honey. You have the first say in any matter related to me and my daughters. I am sure even Shyam will be delighted by your involvement.'

'Aunty, do you know what cuckold is?'

Neeta burst into a big laugh. 'Of course, you are speaking of my husband. He is dearest cuckold and I love him very much.'

'Will he like his fantasy to extend it to my taking your personal family decisions?'

Neeta said, 'I am sure, darling, he will respect every bit of your advice and counsel regarding our personal lives. He always lauds about you, telling me how intelligent and humble you are, among all other things. As far as I know, he had always liked to fantasize about me and you since a few years. Whenever we discuss about you and I praise you, that night I am sure he will be a little extra adventurous in the bedroom. There was a silent sexual excitement regarding you in our sex life. If he comes to get acquainted to the idea that you are making major family decisions and if it tickles his tiny dick, then he will surely abide by everything you say. And I know my little hubby. He would never dare to hurt me and my family. As much as you are, he is also the love of my life and my world.'

Manish smiled at her as he pulled her for another kiss, caressing her right nipple, which was standing attention. 'I love you, baby,' Neeta said, between their pecks.

Manish as was his habit got up early in the day. His night wasn't eventful. His aunt slept with her daughters in the master bedroom and he missed that late night frolics he had with her. her mature body was the perfect relaxing pleasure for him. He had a good session with her in the kitchen but that was a lot time earlier. He wanted to have her again. But he just had to be content till the evening after he returned from work.

After the session in the kitchen, they returned back to their duties again. his mother, ignorant of their fuck, just regaled them with her usual modern fashion in saris. His cousins, returning from their visit to Ramya, launched both verbal and physical assault on him, playfully, for misleading them about their friend. Ramya assured both the sisters that she won't be leaving the country ever in her life.

His father as usual returned late in the night and was over the moon on seeing his nieces. He adored them as much as his sister and looking that the house was full, he was more than happy. He moaned the absence of Shyam and even rang him up after the dinner and asked him if he could make it to Hyderabad even if at least for one day. Shyam, duty bound to his job, said it would be tough for him. Neeta pulled Manish aside just before she went to her daughters in the night, for a long and wet snogging. Manish smiled to himself as he recalled the events.



Lovely Auntie Ch. 09



He went to the kitchen for putting the milk kettle on the stove. His mother would be awake in a few minutes. But he usually did his own work. His usual breakfast was a couple of apples, a few eggs and a glass of milk. He had something of a light breakfast at his office. He usually made it to his office at 7 30 in the morning. He was the earliest bird to arrive and the late to go. He not only did his work but helped his friends even. He liked to be on top of things and so went to the office early.

As his drive to office was nearly forty minutes, he left at quarter to seven. He exercised from 5 30 to 6. Till 6 15, he went through the newspaper and within half an hour, he prepared himself and even had breakfast with great hurry. He liked this daily morning ritual. As he finished his exercises and made his way to the kitchen, he noticed his mother was already awake and was going through her work. He liked to watch his mother work, that was his favourite past time when he was a kid. But now after growing up, he noticed less and less.

When he saw her going through her work by the kitchen, cutting some vegetables, he noticed her beauty. His mother was certainly in the top bracket for mature ladies. She had a very pleasant face and a good hairline with nice, wavy hair. Her face had cute dimples which became highlights of her face, whenever she smiled, which was always. She was different from her sister in her beauty. While Neeta had a youngsters body, Sumitra looked someone of mid thirties, while she was actually in her mid forties. She had a very alluring figure, with heavy breasts and captivating buttocks. She had a slight paunch but was rarely noticeable in her saris. Manish rarely glimpsed at her midriff. Her belly button looked very sensuous. She was mostly clad in her cotton saris. Very rarely, she wore salwar kameez, but they were very gaudy clothes, highlighting nothing of her beauty. While his aunt dressed to make her assets noticeable, Sumitra rarely highlighted them. She was very modest and was never light mouthed against a strange male. She talked politely with everyone and got the same from them.

Manish started noticing her beauty after having the conversation with his friend the other day. He was very appreciative of her and highly praised her beauty. Manish noticed that his friend was absolutely spot on. Sumitra was very beautiful behind that veil of modesty and proper dressing. But what boosted his ego was that she was his mother. He loved her more than anything in his life, equally with his father. He liked her more when she was busy at her work.

'Hi mom,' he hugged her from back, as he greeted her.

Sumitra was startled. She didn't notice him approach. She liked his early morning hugs as he was always very affectionate. 

'Hi, honey,' she replied, smiling while still carrying on with her work. 

'How are you, mom?'

Sumitra smiled. She didn't expect the question. Manish was aware that after his aunt had come, Sumitra had been pushed to the back stage with her aunt hogging all the attention. But his mother was very graceful. She never wanted to take the centre stage. She was happy for Neeta, for being her boy's muse. She didn't envy her. But she missed her son. He was always talking with his aunt. Manish was becoming flustered occasionally that he wasn't taking care of his mother. That's why like a reflex, the question shot out of him.

Sumitra smiled, 'thanks for asking, honey. But, you don't need to feel guilty about it. I am fine if you are spend extra time with your aunt or friends. After all, what i just want is you to be happy.'

'I know, mom. That's why you are the best mother.'

He caressed her cheek with his own as he said that. Though he hugged her from behind, there was that modest distance of his hip from touching his mother's bum. His arms were around her waist. She was dressed in a loose cotton sari with a white cotton blouse. She was cutting vegetables, as he asked, 'what's the hurry, mom? You are busy cooking early today.'

'Your father is going to work early, as he some errands to run. Should prepare his lunch, you see. He is the youngest child of the home, isn't he?'

Manish chuckled. He loved this one character of his father. He always carried lunch with him. He liked his wife's cooking more than anything. He rarely ate outside. Sumitra also loved to cook for him. Manish said, 'yeah, he is certainly the kid around here, a disciplined one at that. Never eat outside of home, his mother might have taught him that well.' Both of them laughed kidding about their dad. Manish liked to see her mother laugh. She had the best nature and it showed in her hearty attitude.

He hugged her more strongly. Sumitra loved his hugs. 

'Well, you seem to have forgotten your hugs, haven't you? Neeta is a good distraction for you, isn't she?' Sumitra teased him.

Manish didn't know how to reply. He was a little embarrassed to discuss about his fling with his own mother. She knew that he was feeling a little uneasy. But she loved to put him on spot. She said, 'thought you would distract me with saris so that kitchen would be off limits for a while.'

Manish gasped. He had those deer caught in head lights moment. He said, 'you knew about that.' he slowly let loose of her and started walking back.

She held his hand and said, 'no need to worry, honey. Don't deny your mom hugs.'

Manish felt happy with assurance. He hugged more tightly this time, 'thanks, mom.'

She rubbed his cheek with her hand as she said, 'its okay, honey. Whatever you do is fine by us. You need not explain to us. You are an adult. I am sure you won't be causing us any problems.'

'don't worry, mom. I would never cause you or dad any problems. You are my best buddies.'

As he hugged her, his forearms moved a little up, cradling her heavy jugs. Sumitra squirmed with the touch of his forearms. She took a deep breath. But she didn't want to feel conscious about it. She just tried to act natural feeling the warmth of his hands on her blouse covered boobs. The white cotton blouse she was wearing was very thin. She felt her nipples puckering up with that touch. Manish didn't know what was happening to him. He felt bolder by the second. He kissed her on the cheek, as the hug went on.

Sumitra said, 'oh, my baby.'

Those moans, those gasps while she said that, excited Manish. His pecker stood up strongly. Before he knew, he pressed his erection into his mom's sumptuous backside. And what a feeling that was. His erection slid easily into that crevice of her ass, though it was covered by the folds of her sari. Sumitra let out a loud moan, 'oh, Manish'. Manish didn't know till then that his mother's lustful moans would be so seductive. Her voice was very feminine and in that sexual nature, it was more erotic. He kissed her neck as she gave small sighs of pleasure.

Sumitra's eyes were lidded with lust as it freely flowed through her. She said, 'what are you doing to me, baby? Your touch is driving me crazy.' Her eyes were still fluttering as he tongued the side of her neck. Her smell and the feel of that exquisite forbidden flesh were making him mad. He just wanted to give his love to her.

'I love you, mom,' he gasped.

'I love you, too, baby.' She moaned. His forearms were still thrusting her boobs from the underside. He slowly let loose of her hips, as he let go of her waist, but he held the sides of her hips by his palms. His large hands caressed her soft, smooth skin of her flesh. He applied a firm pressure on her hips as he tongued the area behind her ear. Sumitra was lost for the world. She didn't know that her son was one hell of a love maker. He knew the weak spots in women. He was quickly tracking all of her erogenous zones. 

She said, 'Manish, baby, hhhmmm, this is so,........'

Manish was excited by those dragging, lusty words, 'this is so what, sumi?'

Sumitra gasped as he called her that. her husband referred her in that name, that too in their privacy. His son was calling her that as though he was his lover. but what she liked more was that hard rod, gliding along the length of the crevice of her buttocks. It was harder, firmer, and more demanding of her bottom. Sumitra reflexively pushed her bottom to it. It felt so good, so out of the world, so mesmerizing. Once in a while, she needed it. She needed the feel of his strong manhood. She judged the length of his manhood; it was certainly bigger than her husband's. Her husband's was a seven inches, when fully erect. But she knew for sure that he exceeded his dad by another two inches. 

'Oh, Sumi,' Manish said, as he ground his cock more firmly on those alluring buttocks.

'Honey, why are you calling me that?'

'I am sure, if you had a lover, that's how you will be called.' His hands were carrying on that firm massage on her hips as he went on talking. Sumi just dropped the cutlery in her hands just steadying herself against the counter.

'Do you want me to disengage?' he asked as he was about to detach his crotch from her backside.

'No,' she shouted, before she could stop herself. Manish smiled looking into her eyes, as she looked down. That was the bow of submission. That moment was the moment he knew he had her. She was his. Her head which was half turned towards his was facing his. He said, 'look into my eyes, Sumi.'

She did. And at that instant, he applied his hot rod more firmly in that groove of hers. She flinched. She blinked.

'No, Sumi. You won't close your eyes.' He ordered his mother. She gave him a barely perceptible nod. He again gave a firm pressure with his cock, as she reflexively and with a clear voluntary effort smothered his organ with her globes of flesh. But this time, their eyes were locked in an erotic gaze. He said, 'I love you, mom.'

She replied, 'I love you, too, Manish.'

He slowly detached his organ from her buttocks as turned her to face him. He pushed her against the counter. She was docile, she was subservient. Her eyes were looking at him for orders. He looked her from top to bottom. What a great beauty, she is, Manish thought. She always dressed to cover these wonderful assets, he said to himself as he looked at her wonderful assets. Her breasts were looking luscious. Her pallu of the sari was dishevelled, showing those thin blouse covered jugs. They had that delectable nature in them to make every man crazy. She and Neeta were very different kinds of beauties. While Neeta aunty had all the stats of a beauty goddess, Sumi had that MILF factor. She had a little paunch, a little heavy breasts and a wonderful bottom. She was a little dusky, but she had great features. Her puppy like eyes and her bow like lips were very alluring. She had innocence in her face, while Neeta looked wily. Sumitra had a great waist with a slight paunch but her figure was very erotic. He looked at her navel which was clearly exposed. Her sari had ridden low exposing the bellybutton. It looked very erotic to him. Her sari was draping her long legs but her thighs were prominent, which were cradling the apex of her womanhood.

Manish thought of hugging her again so that his erection filled that point of her womanhood, though they were both covered. He wanted to divest her of her clothes, but she looked more tempting, covered. He wanted to rip her off her shame and make her more subservient, but he had better plans. On the counter of the kitchen, there was some small container of oil. He dipped his fingers in the oil, while Sumitra watched. She didn't know what her son was planning. The anticipation was more than she could take.

Manish slowly applied his oil smeared fingers on the centre of her navel. Sumitra let out a loud gasp. She was afraid her husband would wake with her moans. But there was a window period of half an hour before he would be awake. She bit her lips to control her emotions. Manish liked her in that vulnerable pose with her lower lip bit and exposing her navel for his experimentation. He slowly smeared the oil around her umbilicus. He took copious amounts of it from the container and washed her belly button with it. She squirmed under his touch. It was coaxing some strong emotions out of her. Slowly, it dawned that an orgasm was dawning on her. Sumitra didn't even think in her wildest dreams that her son would coax an orgasm out of her. But that's how it looked now. 

Manish lazily ran his fingers at her naval area as she watched her eyes which were fighting to keep an eye contact with him. His touched were making her hard to concentrate.

He spoke into her ear lightly, 'enjoying the touch, Sumi.'

'Uuunnnggg! Hhhmmm! Yes,'

'You are so beautiful, Sumi. Do you know that?' Manish whispered into her ear.

Sumitra moaned again, 'uuunnnngggg! Thank you, Manish.'

Manish said, 'I never imagined you to be so sexual, mom. Under that entire honest and innocent look, you too are a ............'

'I am a what, honey?'

'Do you want me to say it, mom?' Manish said, grazing his lips on her cheek and on her forehead.

'Yes, please.' 

Her pleas exacted pleasure from Manish. He was mesmerized by that tone of obedience and subservience. There was higher order of erotic pleasure from the moans of his mother. While sex with Neeta was more like an adventure, the play with his mother was erotically exhilarating.

'No, mom, I will say that at a more appropriate time.'

'Uuunnnggg!' her moan carried the tone of sadness.

'But I will say this, you are a very sensuous creature, mom and you are a wily temptress.'

Sumi looked at him with hooded eyes, as his fingers were lingering lightly on her flesh. Manish looked at her bosom which was heaving with her exhilaration. Her pallu was just an excuse of a cloth serving no purpose of covering those thin blouse clad knockers. Manish saw that they were very heavy, with erotic sag to them. He took his oil smeared hand and slowly felt that beautiful jug of flesh. It was more like he was measuring the weight of the breast, than mauling them for his pleasure. He perused it carefully looking to her face which was cluded with lust. He kissed her on the face as he groped her flesh. 

Sumitra liked his hand on her boobs. She wanted to put them at his mercy so that he could punish her milk cans. 

'Oh baby, I love your touch.' She gasped as he kneaded roughly on them. The oil on covering the breasts made them more transparent, as he made out her nipple. Her nipple was drilling into the thin cloth making a clear indentation. The aureole looked bigger than a rupee coin. In fact they looked twice bigger. Manish liked the sight. Sumitra watched her son clearly looking at her breasts, unabashedly, as though it was his prize and she could only whimper with subjugation.

'You have wonderful tits, mom.'

'Thank you, baby.'

'But your nipples are more spectacular. They are looking big and sexy. I must have given a thorough jaw when I was a baby and dad also it seems like it.'

'You did, baby.' Sumitra whimpered. She was feeling heat in her face as she was being very intimate questions which she was answering without any shame. She was cringing in embarrassment from inside but she knew that her son shouldn't be shown any denial of the facts.

He liked her vulnerable look. He liked her beauty getting tender with the lust flowing through her. But he wanted to have her orgasm through his hand. She looked to be on the edge. Manish kneader her tit while rubbing his finger over her large and tender nipple. The additional friction of the cotton cloth along with his handling made her loose her control. She was afraid if she would be having orgasm at her own son's hands.

But Manish was insistent on her breasts. He took hold of her hips with his other hand, while with the other he went on kneading on her milk jug. He planted tender kisses all over her face while he did that.

'You want me to get married soon, mom.'

'Yes, baby. Hhhmmm!'

Manish said looking into her eyes, 'well, till my wife comes and takes care of my needs, will you be the one to fill in the job?'

'Manish? What are you speaking, baby? I am your mother.'

'Yes, you are. But you have some of your own cravings, haven't you?'

Sumitra didn't know what to say. She knew that she was his to do the bidding. She couldn't come to the stage of accepting her son's request, at least orally. But her body language, leaning her mauling breast into her lover's hands showed her acceptance of her position.

Manish pressed his front of trousers into her hips, which was ensconcing her womanhood. Sumitra gasped feeling his erection. He was clearly insisting his authority and there was nothing she could do. She could just accept it.

Manish said, 'now, i have two hot babes to handle on my hands. One is Neeta and the other is my beautiful Sumi.'

Sumitra felt elated as he mentioned her name. She was enjoying all the attention he was giving her but the feeling was very exhilarating. 

Manish fondled her milk jug more forcefully, as he gained authority over her. 

'Mom, you have nice jugs, do you know that?'

'Oh baby, you are too kind.'

'No, you are too modest.'

He slowly dropped her pallu as the cotton blouse covered tits showed in their full vigour with erotic sag to them.

'Do you know what came to my mind just now looking at you in this position?'

Sumitra moaned with her eyes closed and said, 'what, baby?'

'You remember the cattle shed that we had at grandma's house in the village?'

'Yes, unng, I do.'

'Well, there used to be a lot of buffaloes there. But my favourite was Gang. You know the biggest one with a calf.'

Sumi said, 'yes baby, I remember. It was the productive of the lot. It used to give a lot of milk daily.'

Manish smiled, 'hhmm! You are spot on, mom. Ganga had huge udders, just like you.'

At that very instant, Manish squeezed her breasts with a very firm pinch on her long teat. He didn't know what happened to him but at that moment, he lost his control as he gave a very injuring squeeze on his mom's nipple. Sumitra cried out loud with a huge moan. She felt a very strong ripple of force emanating from the vortex of her womanhood. She wasn't able to recall such a strong orgasm ripping through her at any point of her life. She was beyond any obvious control. She murmured incoherently Manish's name a lot of times.

Manish hugged her as he released her breast. He knew that she was having a very strong orgasm. Sumitra hugged him tight lest she lost all her control.

She just whimpered against his chest, as he said, 'that's okay, mom. I am here, now.'

He ran his hands over her back. Her blouse was showing a lot of back as he ran his hands over it. He slowly let his hands roam over her wonderful bum. Even under a few layers of the cotton cloth, her buns were buttery smooth. Though his hands were very large, he knew that even both his hands wouldn't cover one of her bum. It looked the same with her breast. He knew that he needed to conquer her fully. He loved his mom. But he also knew that his sexual appetite was very large.

He kissed her on the cheek as she vibrated in her orgasms. It took a few minutes for her to subside and stabilise. All the while his cock was pressing on her abdomen, as Sumitra very proudly pressed herself back.

He kissed her on the face as she climbed off her emotions. She was like a pulp of emotions in his hands as he patted her back. She slowly said, 'what happened, Manish?'

'I don't know, mom. It just happened.'

A tear ran from Sumitra's eye. Manish bit his lip. He felt sad looking at that single drop of her tear. He said, 'I am sorry, mom.'

Sumitra shook her head, 'don't be, baby. Though, maybe it was wrong, but it felt good. It would be very deceiving of me if I said I didn't enjoy it.'

'So, you did.'

She looked into his eyes and nodded her head, like a little school girl. She looked so beautiful in that wonderful posture. 'Yes, I did.' Manish, slowly lowered his head, and pecked a light kiss on her lips. Sumitra pecked him back just a little bit firmly. He looked at that transparent left blouse exposing her beautiful nipple. Sumitra looked at the tent in his trousers, Manish was still excited. He wanted his release, but he didn't want to be insistent. His mother wasn't yet ready for it. Sumitra just looked away a little consciously as she didn't want to convey any wrong message to him. She felt very timid in taking the next step. On one side, she felt sorry that he wasn't satisfied, as she had her orgasm. But some boundaries are meant to be. That's what she thought.




Lovely Auntie Ch. 09



Manish slowly moved away from the kitchen to the bathroom. He jacked himself to a very strong orgasm. When the sex drained from his mind, he felt numb at what he had done. He had become a lot more adventurous these days. He didn't know how he went to the stage of seducing his mother. But more surprisingly, his mother responded well. He felt a mixed jumble of emotions. Can he face her again? Can he go on living in the house, after the dastardly act he had done. He loved his parents very much. He didn't think of his father, while he coerced his mom into an orgasm. It was his dad's rightful duty to give her pleasure.

He wanted to go apologize to his dad. But his father would be very wounded, if he knew of the little fling. When he came out of the bathroom, his dad had just woken up and was refreshing himself in the hall with a cup of coffee and the morn paper. He looked at his son and said, 'how are you feeling, son? You look somewhat disturbed.' There was clearly care in his voice.

'I am fine, dad.'

'Hhmm, anyway, I want you to go and pay the amount for the policy. It's been nine years since I started it under your name. By next year, you will be having a sizable bank account savings.' Anurag said with relish, as he felt his son would be a little independent in his life, with some good load of cash. He expected the amount to fetch Manish, a small two bedroom apartment. He was happy for his son.

Manish read his face and was clearly dismayed. His old man was showering all of his love and he was backstabbing him. What's wrong with him? Just then, Sumi came out to the hall, to collect the empty coffee cup, and smiled at him. She didn't feel in any way perturbed by what happened. She felt that something disorderly occurred, but Manish was her own son. He sure had some rights over her. She didn't want him to feel embarrassed around her. Manish left in a hurry, by-passing his breakfast. He felt guilty, but then he was warmed by his mom's attitude. And he didn't have anything on his mind about his dad, when he was hugging her. It was just instantaneous. He couldn't stop it before he knew. And his mother was reciprocating even. He was reassured by her attitude later. She didn't show any worry. As the guilt slowly ebbed, the episode played in his mind. His mother was a 10/10 MILF. His aunt was sexy and thrilling but his mother was sensuous and alluring. Both had their own positives. God, you have given me the two most beautiful women as my relatives. How could I ever thank you? His cousin was a beautiful babe, but didn't have the oomph factor of his mom and aunt.

As the thoughts rallied in his brain, his mobile rang. The call was from his aunt. 

'Hey, auntie!'

'Hi baby, I missed your daily morning kiss. How could you forget your aunt before going to work?'

He smiled, 'I am sorry, aunty. I didn't want to raise suspicions in my cousins' heads.'

'Hhmm! Anyway, I love you.'

'I love you, too.'

'And there is one other thing. I and Kamila will be meeting Kumar today. You know we will be leaving tomorrow and so want to meet up with him.'

Manish deflated on hearing her. It didn't dawn on him that his aunt would be leaving him. It had been the best stay with her, coming to know her on an intimate basis. He felt very sad. 

'Auntie, you can stay a few more days.'

Neeta smiled, 'thank you, honey. But you know Shyam. He really needs me. He is already missing me a lot. I think this is the longest time we were away from each other. Each time I talk with him, I know that he is hurting inside. I need to be by his side at the earliest. He is my baby, too. He needs his mother.'

Manish felt envious of his uncle, but just shook his sadness away, 'no probs, anyway, where will you be meeting this Kumar?'

'Not just me and Kamila, but you too.'

'Me??'

Neeta smiled, 'yes, honey. You too. I haven't told about this in your home. I just want to break the news of Kamila and Raj to Anurag only after talking to Raj's family. Last time I met Raj, he hadn't propositioned my daughter. But things have changed. I got to know his opinion before proceeding further. If something negative happens, you know Anurag, he will be shit worried about it.'

'Yeah, I know. But what would I do?'

'Well, I would want a male from the family when I talk with him. Generally, Shyam would have been by my side. But seeing you are his equivalent, I want you.'

Manish was flattered. He said, 'but I am just a kid, aunty.'

'Yeah, a kid with a big cock.' She laughed, 'no, honey, you are not a kid, that I know. You are intelligent and way too smart. I need a confident male beside me, when I talk these matters. Not that, I can't handle it, but this is first time for me, too, talking about the marriage of my daughter. I want somebody close and can't think of another person. Do you want me to grovel?'

'Stop it, aunty. Of course, I will be there. Just tell me where and when.'

'Thank you very much.'

Manish smiled, 'its okay, can't I do a little favour for my favourite slut?'

Neeta laughed, 'oh, of course, sir, your slut is much obliged.'

'Well, that wouldn't be enough. I want to see my bitch, naked on her knees, serving my cock with her delicious mouth at the earliest.'

'Tell me your office address; I will be there in a jiffy.'

Manish laughed. He knew that if he gave his work address, she will come looking for him to oblige the request. He felt proud at her obedience. 'We will plan it in the night, Neeta.'

'I am looking forward to it, honey.'

After work, Manish drove to the restaurant where he was to meet Kumar. When he arrived there, the doorman led him to the cubicle where Neeta and Kamila were seated. A thin, young man and a middle aged woman were sitting with them. He was of moderate height and with a nervous smile.

Neeta walked to him and grabbed his hand. Manish looked at Neeta when she stood up and he was mesmerized. When she was by his side, he was overwhelmed. She was dressed in a very traditional sari. She looked modest with her attire. Her modest look was more erotic for Manish. Her blouse exposed a lot of her back. But her bust was well covered. Her demure look just made more beautiful. 

She introduced the young man to Manish, 'Manish, this is Raj Mathur. She is his mother, Vanaja Mathur. And this is my favourite nephew, Manish.'

Manish shook hands with Raj before sitting down. Raj was a very nervous man, with a boyish look. He was thinly built. His smile was a shy one. But he looked a pleasant fellow. He was the sort of fellow, who generally lingers around and nods to every word one utters. Manish didn't know what made his cousin fall for this person. He wasn't built on the lines of hunks as generally is sought out by the ladies. But when he started talking, Manish understood Kamila's decision.

Raj was a very down to earth boy. He talked very amiably and respected others. He was of gentle nature as he listened whatever was spoken to. Manish liked him as he talked with him. Kamila looked very fondly at her pursuer. Manish knew that Raj was after his cousin since a long time. Kamila was a very tough nut to crack, but deep down, she was a very good girl and she must have fell for the sincerity of Raj.

Neeta talked with the boy's mother, who was a very pleasant lady. She was exactly opposite to her son. She was a little fat, with a chubby face but a frank smile. Manish understood that her husband owned a very good business in a very good commercial part of the city. They were well off and Raj was their only son. Manish felt Kamila was a very lucky girl to get such a nice match. Both the boy and the mother were infatuated with their to-be daughter. They just wanted her to be a part of their family.

Manish spoke with them heartily as the snacks arrived. Drinks followed. Neeta observed the way Manish was handling things. He indulged the others in conversation whenever it got boring. He told some funny anecdotes, while the others enjoyed. She liked Raj. He looked a good boy and a good match for her daughter. He was well settled too, with a nice salary. Her daughter's life will be secure. The sign that Manish was having a good chat with them gave her the confidence that she could proceed further. She talked to her husband last night, about the meeting. Shyam was positive that Manish go with her, as the latter had sound judgment. He could help them in making decision about the boy.

After spending a little more than an hour, they left the cafe. The downstairs of the cafe catered desserts. As the two mothers sat at a table, the three youngsters, went to get the desserts. Manish noticed how well both Raj and Kamila were speaking with each other. There was romance between them. Manish felt very happy that his cousin's future was set. He knew that Raj would make a good husband. Kamila told him about their past dates, in a funny way, which made Manish laugh. Raj too enjoyed the humour of his fiancé. 

But Raj noticed the way Kamila spoke to Manish. She was close to him, but with Manish she was very intimate. Kamila was dressed in skin tight denims and a tight t shirt. She looked very beautiful in that attire. Though she remained a certain distance from him, she hugged Manish at every opportunity. Raj was intrigued. He tried to console himself that she was just like Manish's sister. But he slowly understood that she flirted with Manish. Raj was torn. He was excited with her running around her cousin. Kamila and Raj weren't that physically intimate with each other. He just kissed her a couple of times. He fondled her just once when they were in a car, but that was that. 

Kamila loved him but she wanted to keep her virginity for her husband. She had some flings with jocks in her college. She had oral sex with a couple of her male buddies, but she kept them to that. When she started dating Raj, she kept everybody on the backburner. She really liked Raj. He respected women and treated her like a queen. When he propositioned her, Kamila knew she would accept it at any cost. But she liked Manish, too. Manish was her best friend and would remain for the rest of her life. She was ready to let go of anything except her family for him. She also wanted to make it clear to her future husband that Manish is a very important member of the family. So, she behaved naturally with his cousin around Raj.

Manish felt a little discomforted by his cousin's intimacy. He didn't want to be a hurdle to her marriage. But Raj looked least bit troubled. Raj wasn't able to show his true feelings outside. He just kept a happy face, as Kamila hugged her cousin. He didn't know but a certain type of envious pleasure was flowing through him. Kamila already told him about Manish. She told him that he was her best friend and if he wanted to be in her good graces, he can suck up to Manish. Kamila wanted to tease Raj. She wanted to know how far he will love her.

They were waiting for their order at the dessert counter, when Kamila said, 'remember, when we went to an ice cream parlour in Chennai, Manish?'

Manish furrowed his brow, 'when?'

'Last year'

'Did we meet last year?'

'Don't be funny, Manish. We ordered the same dessert and when mine fell down, we shared from the same cup. Manish is so inept with things. He wasn't able to eat properly from the same cup and even flicked some of the cream onto my hands. I made you lick my hands then.'

Manish felt his face flush warm as he looked at Raj. This was a fib and he didn't want Raj to get angry and moody over this. But Raj was unmoved. Though his smile was plastered on his face, Manish saw a hint of pain somewhere. Raj didn't know what was going through him. His pecker became rigid. In his trousers, it was straining hard against his tight pants. He liked the saucy and tantalizing smile on his girlfriend's lips. She looked a temptress. Manish made out some similarities with her mother.

Kamila carried on, 'and you know what, some of cream landed on my face and poor Manish licked my face, too.'

Raj just smiled at this revelation, but he wanted some privacy to give his cock release. Kamila never behaved in this fashion. She was teasing him and Raj was just feeling it too hard for him. Was she testing him to leave her? She was an angel, one in a million. He couldn't leave her. Though she gave the utmost torture with her cruel words, he knew that he couldn't leave her. He was twenty six and she was nineteen. He wouldn't get anybody younger and more beautiful for him. He was a mediocre man and he knew his limits. He couldn't let go of his beautiful love.

Manish said, 'hey, stop it, he may really believe you.'

'Oh, don't be modest, Manish,' saying that she hugged her cousin tight, as Raj just looked on. Her whole body was tightly pressed against Manish, as the hug went on. She planted a wet kiss on his cheek. For the onlookers, it looked as though Manish was her boyfriend and Raj her brother. Thankfully, his mother was out of sight. She would be perturbed by what he saw. He didn't want to ruin his relationship with Kamila. He knew that she was playing with him. He wanted to keep her. Behind that playful nature, she cared for him a lot and she was a good person herself. It's very hard to meet girls of her nature.

Manish said, 'hey Raj, it's just a joke. We never did that sort of thing. She is just teasing you.'

'I know, Manish. She is your cousin and your relationship is special too. I am an outsider. I can't come into another family and disrupt emotions there.'

Kamila took Raj's hand and said, 'you are family, too, darling.'

'Yup, Raj. Kamila is right, you are family now, and in fact it's your right to disrupt anything you want in our family.' All three of them laughed. Raj gathered that Manish was a very cool fellow to hang out with. He joked a lot. He understood why his cousin was so attracted to him. He was a hunk with a great physique. In addition to that he was modest and was of simple nature. 

He said, 'you both are a good family, Manish. I seriously don't want to bring anything bad with our marriage.'

Kamila was touched, she came to Raj and hugged him, 'you are so sweet, Raj. I am so lucky that you propositioned me. I am the luckiest girl in the world. Why do you love me so much?'

'It's very hard not to love you, Kamila. You are my angel.'

Manish was happy that the love birds were deep into romance, 'I second that, it's very hard not to love my cousin, but I think you got it wrong there with the angel thing, buddy. She's more like a devil.'

Kamila launched at Manish with her flaying arms, beating him, but only playfully. Manish grabbed her by the waist while Raj watched them joined together hip to hip. He released her after a few moments, as their order arrived and they went back to their elders. After talking for a while, Neeta asked Vanaja Mathur to visit Chennai anytime with her husband and discuss the future. When both of them went to their respective cars, the intending couple talked in private for some time.

Raj said, 'I just wish everything happens smoothly, Kamila. I just can't wait to get married to you.'

Kamila asked, 'are you angry with my closeness to Manish?'

'No, I was a bit jealous. But I couldn't dream of losing you more than anything.'

'You would never lose me, but Manish is family. And I love him very much too.'

Raj felt a little hurt with that sentence.

Kamila said, 'I am sorry I hurt you, Raj. But I need to tell you everything, before we proceed. I don't want us to have misunderstandings later.' Raj nodded.

She went on, 'right from the time I had sense, I had loved him very much. Not only like a brother, but a friend and much more. But I love you, too. I couldn't imagine my life partner other than you. You are becoming dearer to me each day; I just want to have whatever we are having here. But I need to be honest. I believe our relationship doesn't work if we hide things. Do you want time to think about it?'

Raj shook his head, 'Kamila, I know you since one year. I liked you basing on your care for me and also for your good nature. I don't want to judge you anymore. I am also sure that you will love me more than anything. I just have to take some bad with good, now. So, I am fine by whatever you are.'

Her love surged for him by those words. She was lost for words for his support. They were talking under the shade of a tree and noticed that the others were busy talking. Quickly, Kamila pecked on Raj's lips. She said, 'I love you, honey.'

'Me, too, baby.'

'Shall I leave now?'

Raj asked, 'when will you be back in Hyderabad?'

'Next month. But I will keep you informed.'

Neeta noticed her daughter basking in the fresh slow of romance. She said to Manish, 'they are happy, aren't they, Manish?'

'Very much, aunty.'

'Raj is a good boy, isn't he?'

'Yeah, he is. I am fine by him. What about you? You seem to have something on your mind.'

Neeta smiled at him, 'you always read my mind, Manish. Shall I wait a few more years for Kamila? I mean I am sure that we will have engagement within 6 months and mostly marriage by 2 years, if everything goes to plan. But shall I look for other matches, too?'

Manish put an arm around her shoulder and said, 'aunty, Raj is a nice boy. But you take your own time. There's no hurry either from the boy's side or your side. If you are uncomfortable, you just ask for some time, all right? Don't worry your mind over it.'

Neeta gave a soft sigh. She just needed somebody to instil confidence in her. Who better than her Manish to do it? She just smiled at him. Keeping an eye on Vanaja, who was busy talking to somebody on phone, she said, 'you are always there for your slut, aren't you?'

Manish gave a leery smile, 'always, my beautiful whore.'

She replied softly, 'you are looking so good, in that white shirt, honey. I am having a very hard time keeping my hands to myself.'

'I know the lusty look on you, slut. Somebody waves his nice cock in front of you, and you come walking on your knees to suck it.' He grazed his fingernail on her naked back and she whimpered.

The couple returned from their private talk and within minutes, the two parties parted. Kamila went to their car and said, 'can I drive the car?'

'Are you sure?' Manish asked.

Kamila challenged with a staring look, 'you doubt me about my driving skills. You don't know half of me, do you? Just sit back and relax.'

Neeta was positive with it, 'yes, honey, let her drive it, while both of us will relax in the back seat.'

Kamila smiled, 'oh, I completely forgot about the romancing couple. Please, sir and madam, relax yourself in the back, while your lady chauffeur serves you.' All of them laughed.

Neeta said, 'I saw the way you hugged Manish, Kamila. He is not your sole property, is he?' Kamila blushed hearing her mother. He didn't know her mother was aware of it. But she said that in a playful tone.

'I am sorry, mom. Now he is all yours to do whatever you want.'

Manish was getting excited with the mother and daughter's talk. He sat with Neeta in the backseat, as Kamila started the car. He said, 'hey, what is it with you two, discussing about me as though I don't exist. What am I? A plaything?'

'hhmm, yes, mom. Your baby advised a very good idea, a plaything, and a slave for us to play with.'

Neeta blushed, 'hey, Kams, what's it with you and your big mouth? Shut up and drive.'

'And you take all the joys of the world in the backseat.'

While Manish lay back in his seat, Neeta hugged him, making sure her bountiful breasts pressed against his chest. Manish looked down and observed her dishevelled sari, showing her beautiful cleavage. His cock stood up against his trousers. He murmured, 'nice view.'

'Hhmm, that's solely for you, honey.'

Kamila said, 'what are you both whispering? I must say dad should be worried about you, mom. Wait I will call and tell him.'




Lovely Auntie Ch. 09



Neeta said, 'honey, drive the car, we can talk later.'

But before she could say anymore, Kamila rang up her dad. 'Hey dad, what are you doing?'

Shyam was ever happy with her daughter's voice. 'I am fine honey, how did it all go?'

'Everything went well, dad. We talked with Raj and his mom. His mom seems happy with me. Raj too hinted so.'

'Fine, what about your mom?'

'Well, mom was there too, she came with her boyfriend.'

'What??' Shyam spluttered.

Neeta said, 'hey, watch your mouth' but she said that very lovingly. She was resting her side of the head on Manish's chest as she playfully looked at her daughter.

Kamila said, 'really dad, she came with her boyfriend and even now, she is with him in the back. You should be worried about her, dad. Tie her up in the home. Her boyfriend, Manish too liked Raj.'

Neeta said, 'this girl is clearly out of her mind.'

Manish enjoyed the play that was happening in the car. He slowly slid his hands around Neeta's smooth waist. She whimpered at his touch. She said to her daughter, 'hey give that phone to me, I am having a tough time watching you drive single handed.'

She snatched the phone and spoke into it, all the while sitting comfily against Manish. 

'Hey, honey, everything went fine.'

Shyam asked about the boy's family and there was some long talk. Neeta's report pleasured Shyam. He wasn't able to believe that within a couple of years he would be a father. Manish loved watching his aunt talk so lovingly with her husband. He slowly took her idle hand and guided it to the crotch of his pants. Neeta looked into his eyes, smiling, while she went on unzipping the pant and fished for her favourite cock within a matter of seconds, as though she had rehearsed it a plenty of times. She kept a watch on her daughter, whose mind was elsewhere. She was completely unaware of her mother playing with her cousin's cock.

Neeta felt very playful as she said, 'so, if everything goes fine, I will be having something hard in my hands, shortly. I mean, something hard to handle.'

Shyam understood the reference. He was immediately excited. He asked slowly, 'are you having Manish's cock in your hand, honey?'

'Yes, I do.'

Kamila was completely unaware as she said, 'come on, mom, my marriage wouldn't be that hard to handle.'

Manish was excited beyond words. Neeta was playing the game with her husband in front of her daughter, but in a very intelligent way. Her beautiful hand looked so good on his cock. They were small and dainty as she tugged on that mass of flesh. She was giving him a hand job sitting just a few feet away from her daughter. What a slut!

Neeta smiled at him, lustily. Shyam took his cock, beating it. He said, 'you are jacking him off, honey?'

'Yes, Shyam. It's very good.'

'You mean the cock?'

'Yes.'

'But Kamila..?'

'She is driving the car fine.'

Shyam said while he masturbated, 'you can't wait to get his cock in your hands, can you?'

'Oh, you know. How I am like? It would be very late. I can't wait for that long. I mean, i don't know when we will come to Hyderabad and meet Raj's family. It was better to meet them early so that we could settle it.'

Kamila said, 'yes, mom. You are right. It would be very late.'

Shyam was enjoying his wife's playful and sensuous talk.

'You like young cocks, don't you, Neeta?' Shyam asked breathlessly.

'Yes, I do. Besides, you are old. I mean, we are getting old and should settle our daughters' marriages as soon as possible.'

Kamila said, 'come on, mom. Both you and dad are still very young.'

Manish was flustered with the game Neeta was playing. He was getting excited being in the centre of such a situation. Neeta was handling it so smoothly as though it was nothing while she played with his hard cock. Her cleavage and her beautiful breasts were making his life impossible. Shyam said, 'oh, Neeta, you wily temptress, you will kill me some day. You love Manish's cock, don't you?'

'I love it, honey.'

'You will suck it at every opportunity, wouldn't you?'

'Yes, honey, that's my responsibility.'

'You will take it in your pussy and ass, won't you?'

'Yes, both and fully, too.'

'Oh, god, you are a slut, honey'

'Yes, that's what I am, Manish said so too.'

Shyam groaned, as his climax was nearing, 'you will love to be a whore on his hand?'

'Anytime.'

'Will you fuck him anywhere?'

'In our own house, too. Yes, I asked them to meet us in our own house.'

Shyam came with her reply; he sprayed a lot on the ground. 

Kamila said, 'of course, mom, they will meet us in our own house. Why is daddy asking these stupid questions? Give me the phone.'

Neeta gave the phone to her, smilingly, as Kamila asked, 'okay, dad, we have invited them to our house. Dad, why are you sounding like exhausted? Are you all right?'

'Yes, honey, I am fine. It's just I am going upstairs. I will call you, again.'

'Ok dad, bye, take care.'

Manish looked into Neeta's eyes as she started jacking with more effort. He knew that he was just moments away from orgasm. She whispered, 'when are you going to scratch your slut's itch?'

Manish could take no more as he lost control, his cock jerked with the final climax. His spurts came strongly painting the back of the driver's seat. They came thick and in copious amounts. Neeta was mesmerized. My God! He is a stud for sure, she thought. When he finished his spasms over a couple of minutes, he looked at his handiwork. All the back of the seat was covered in thick goo of semen. Manish quickly opened the window, so that the smell wouldn't stay. Neeta took a tempting, thick blob of gum with her two fingers and surreptitiously sucked them, while her daughter ranted about something irrelevant. Neeta slowly cleaned the seat with her sari's pallu. It was a very piece of cloth, but she felt pride at Manish's cum staining her clothes. She smiled at him lovingly, as she did that.

Manish didn't know why she loved him so much. He was such a lucky man to be serviced with utmost compliance by a woman of such great beauty. Neeta laid her head on his shoulder in relaxed manner as he ran his hand on her hips.

Kamila said, 'okay, romancing couple, we are home, if you haven't realized.'

Both Manish and Neeta smiled as they really lost count of time and place.

Manish said, 'that's good, driver. Next time, I will tip you off, good.'

'What about now?'

'Shut up and open the doors.' Neeta laughed at the way his daughter was ticked off.



Lovely Auntie Ch. 10



Manish was unhappy. The next day his aunt and her daughters will be leaving for Chennai. He had such a great time with his aunt. He didn't even dream about such enjoyment. His cousin was a great babe to play around with. But his aunt was so sensuous and erotic. He was lying on his bed as it was 11 in the night smiling with himself over the events that occurred. He was going through a set of images on his laptop, which he had taken in the last few days during Neeta's visit. She was so good in each attire she donned. She was a natural. She looked modest and a proud beauty, when his friends visited for dinner. In a sleeveless blouse, she looked a sensuous and a sensitive creature and then he watched his mother's pictures too. He took them while she was going through her work and in the mall, when she was shopping. She was a very classy woman with a nice MILF figure. He reminded himself of the enjoyment he had in the morning. 

Sumitra was very cooperative with him as he played with her. He can't believe she let him have his way with her. And she was very encouraging, too. He liked her beautiful breasts so much. She has such turgid and good teats, though he saw them behind the transparency of her blouse. Her tight blouse with those wonderful contours had made him erect all day. Her narrow hips with that sexual paunch added to her careless beauty. He was sceptical if she would allow him again to take his chances. She was very happy with him being around later that day when his father was there. It was like nothing happened. Even when he returned in the evening, she spoke with him. But still, her husband and his father would be on her mind. He just hoped that she wasn't in any way hurt, as he didn't want to see her in turmoil.

He went through the pictures of his aunt's last visit two years back. They had such a good time then, going to recreation parks, cinema houses and picnics. Every time she visited their house, it was like a great outing. He liked to be around her as much as she liked to be around him. He was going to miss her. She is such a good friend, he thought.

In the guest bedroom, both the mother and daughters were settling down after discussing the day, they had. While Neeta and Kamila told Mamatha about Raj and his family, Mamatha told them of the movie, which she went with her uncle. Anurag returned early from his work that day and seeing that Mamatha was alone and bored took her to the movies. He made sure that she had a good time. Neeta had told Sumitra about Raj. Her sister was happy that Kamila will be landing a good suitor. She prayed the best for her niece. Neeta told Sumitra that she would be informing of this matter to her brother the next day. The latter advised her to do so. 

Kamila went to the balcony as her phone buzzed with Raj's call.

She said, 'hey, how are you doing?'

'I am fine. So, I should wait at least one more month to see you.'

Kamila laughed, 'yeah, you should. I know you are becoming very desperate. But just keep my hug in mind till then. I am not so sure that you will wait that long. Remember four months back you were in your home in Hyderabad one day and the other day you were at our hostel's doorstep. I was shocked. I thought if I was encouraging a stalker.'

'Hhhmmm! It's easy to become a stalker for you, honey. You have that stupendous beauty.'

'I like when you praise me. Will you do it all my life?'

'Every day, when you are eighty years old and have no teeth left in you.'

Kamila smiled, 'why do you love me so much?'

'I don't know, I just do.'

Kamila asked, 'were you uncomfortable the way I was around Manish?'

'A little. But it's fine. He is a nice guy. You can't help yourself.'

Kamila smiled and wanted to tease to him, 'damn right you are, honey. I can't help myself. He is such a great hunk. I would have married him if you weren't available. He is my dream stud.'

Raj was excited with his fiancée's words. Never was he exposed to this sort of eroticism. He felt very stimulated. His cock was all erect straining against his shorts. He was in his bedroom and adjusted his shorts to make room for his pecker.

Kamila said, 'my Manish is such a great hunk that I wouldn't think twice offering my virginity to him.'

'Oh, baby!'

'Are you alright?'

'Yes, I am.' Raj replied.

Kamila was worried if she hurt him. She said, 'hey, I am sorry if I hurt you or something like that.'

'I don't know, Kamila. I get very excited seeing you both together. All the while, while you were flirting with him, I was getting breathless with excitement. Why does that happen I don't know? I like flaunting you, probably. I like to show everyone that I have got a very hot girlfriend. And sometimes, with hunks like Manish, I want to show them my lover is gorgeous.'

Kamila liked the way he was making her stand on a pedestal. 'Oh, Raj, I love you so much.'

'Me, too. I want to see you happy and to make your every wish come true.'

'Thanks baby. I am very lucky to find you.'

Raj was excited at the way his fiancé had flirted with her cousin. He was sure many onlookers thought Manish was his boyfriend rather than him. He agreed with them. He was a handsome guy. Perhaps, she deserved somebody better than him. He got excited at that image of both of them. He didn't know what made him say that, but he did before he stopped himself.

'Do you want to offer your virginity to him, honey?'

She didn't know what to say. She was dual minded. At one hand, Raj was her lover and her to be husband. Her virginity was something that was special to him, but on the other hand, she necked with Manish the previous day and had felt his cock. It was huge and she also loved Manish very much. She blew Raj a few times. He simply didn't measure up to his cousin. It had always been her dream to get fucked by Manish. Even as kids, she fantasized about getting married to her cousin. But things have changed. Raj's heart beat rapidly, as he listened to her silence. She was making him breathless by every minute.

'Baby, do you want to?'

She asked him, 'how would that make you feel?'

Raj observed that his cock was straining against his shorts. He lay on his bed and shoved his shorts to his ankles as he started to jack his cock. He liked Kamila to make decisions for him. He loved her to dominate him. It was that main attraction, which he fell for. He liked to succumb to her. When she talked of other men and her trysts with them, it just made him excited. He liked that great feeling. But, he knew that Kamila clearly had feelings for his cousin and that was making him more restless.

He replied, 'I don't know, honey. It's up to you.'

'Do you mean to say if I fuck him, you will be alright with it?'

Now, it was his call to make. He took deep breath as he tugged on his hardened cock. He had to say what he felt. 'I will always love you, honey. I am happy with whatever you do. Your happiness comes before mine. If you want to sleep with your cousin, I think I am fine with it.'

A tear ran on Kamila's cheek as she sobbed. 'How could you be so good, Raj? What have I deserved to land you? I love you so much.'

'I love you, too. So, do you want to?' he tugged on his pecker as he asked her.

'Do I want to what, baby?'

'Do you want to have sex with him?'

Kamila smiled a little through her tears, 'ask it properly and plainly, Raj.'

He took a deep breath and asked, 'do you want to fuck him?'

Kamila bit her lower lip and answered, 'yes, I want to, Raj. I am going to fuck him. He will be the first man to do it. I am going to offer my virginity to him.'

'Oh, Kamila.'

'Are you jacking off, baby? If you do, that's the most you can get today, while I will be having the pleasures of Manish's cock. I didn't mention it but yesterday, we made out in his hall. While he measured up my boobs, I sized up his cock, honey. It was huge. I must say that to you.'

Raj felt torn from inside. She had always been open about her affairs. He liked that about her.

She continued, 'if that cock can do the honours for me, I will surely be indebted to him. If i cut this call, honey, next time we meet, you will understand that your fiancée is no longer a virgin. Can you live with that?'

'I will try to, honey.'

Kamila said, 'I am not joking about this, Raj. I don't want you to feel bad about this. Are you okay with all of this?'

Raj took a deep breath and answered, 'yes, baby. I am fine with it. No matter what happens, I love you.'

'I love you, too, Raj. I am going to his bedroom tonight after everybody is sleep. And then I will beg him to fuck me. With any luck, if he does, I will be the happiest.'

'Go for it, Kamila.'

Kamila kissed him on the phone and said, 'love you, bye.'

'Bye.' Raj had the best jacking off of his life for the next ten minutes with all the images that were playing in his mind. After he came with a strong orgasm, he felt if he had made a bad decision. But he had made it. He tried to ring her up but the calls went unanswered.

Manish was going through the photographs, when his door was knocked. He hazarded it might be his aunt. She had been going without cock since 2 days, and was probably desperate. Manish smiled to himself. He wanted to have some relief too. He jacked off only once in the morning after the tryst in the kitchen. He wanted some well deserving relief. And who was better for that scenario other than his beautiful aunt, Neeta.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see his cousin standing there. Kamila had just finished talking to her fiancée and she was horny after a long and intimate discussion with her beau. She wanted the company of her favourite male, her cousin. She had just made sure that both her mother and her sister were asleep as she slipped from the guest bedroom to come to her cousin. 

'What are you doing, here, Kamila?'

'Is that the way you welcome a good looking lady to your bedroom in midnight?'

Manish was flabbergasted by her reply. He smiled at the boldness of her cousin.

'You want to know how I welcome ladies in my bedroom.'

'No, I want to see.'

Kamila was in her nightdress, which came up to her feet, but it added to the charm of her sensuous young body. Her breasts in that dress looked more desirable. Though they were not bigger like her mother's, they were erect and looked ripe for plucking. Her sleeveless hands with that milky creaminess of her skin, added to her beauty. Her hair was left loose. Her long tresses came till her lower back just above the start of her buttocks. Manish's dick became erect within a matter of seconds. She was standing with her hip cocked to a side and her hand resting on it. There was a challenge in her posture and playfulness in her eyes.

Manish moved aside and said, 'welcome to my bedchambers, my dear beautiful cousin. What are you looking for in this middle of the night?'

Kamila crossed the threshold, as Manish locked the door from the inside. Kamila smiled looking into his eyes. The thought of both of them behind closed doors was as exciting as it looked romantic. Before he knew, she rushed to him hugging him tight. Manish felt her soft and fragile body very enticing. He embraced her firmly as she clamped her mouth to his. Manish kissed her back. Kamila was very inviting as she opened her mouth thrusting her tongue. She wanted to comfort his tongue with the sensual softness of hers. Her nerve endings were near exploding with all the attention she was getting.

Manish enveloped her in his embrace as he carried on assaulting her mouth. Her supple, soft body felt so ethereal. Her feet were clearly off the ground, as he literally swept her off her feet. Their kiss prolonged for a long time, as Kamila enveloped her beautiful hands around his neck and snaked her fingers in his hair.

Manish enjoyed the wonderful sensations which her cousin was giving. As he lifted and kissed her, he slowly took her to the bed and deposited her on it. Both of them lay down, as they carried on their long kiss. Manish caressed her supple body, as he took hold of her right breast in his left hand and pulled the root of her hair so that her neck extended. He slowly pulled away from the kiss planting many more on her neck, as he glided from her face to her throat. Kamila moaned with all the sensuous lust in her. She was creaming uncontrollably from her nether hole. Along with that she was having multiple mini orgasms flowing through her as ants on a wall. She relished the company of her cousin but the sexual coupling was something she was looking forward to. Though she loved Raj, she wanted to go all the way with Manish.

She moaned through her frenzy. 'Oh, Manish! You are killing me with all the kisses.'

Manish took a breather as he came up for air and looked into her eyes, 'Am I doing okay, Kams?'

'You are doing great, darling. I wouldn't dream of being on any other person's bed.'

Manish smiled and said, 'Kams, what we are doing isn't right, is it?'

Kamila replied, 'I don't want to analyze, Manish. I just want to do it.'

'I too am enjoying what we are doing Kamila, but the thing is that we shouldn't have regrets later.'

'I don't know about you, Manish. I certainly don't have any nor will have in the future.'

'Kams, baby. You are near engaged; you are some other person's possession. I can't.......'

'Who said I am a possession, Manish?' Kamila asked with a certain feeling.

'I didn't mean in that way, darling. You are not a possession; you are the pride of anybody who you choose to marry.'

Kamila smiled at the way her cousin was describing her. He was the most adorable person she ever met. He never made her feel like a normal lady. He always kept the ladies of her family on throne and lauded them.

She brushed her lips against his as Manish captured those velvety buds of flesh. Both of them kissed for a while, when Manish slowly pulled away. Kamila noticed something was bothering her cousin. She sat up n the bed, while pulling herself against the headboard of the bed, leaning her back on it. Manish was beside her as his head was at the level of her breasts. Though she was wearing her nightdress at the neck area a single string of cloth was tied so that a nice cleavage was showing. Manish looked at the cleavage and into her eyes as she smiled up at him. He softly kissed her at the apex of her bust, kissing her sweet groove. Kamila softly whimpered.

'You are such a beautiful girl, Kams.'

Kamila took his head and comforted them against her soft cushions of mammaries. 'Then, what's the problem, Manish? Why don't you just treat me like a woman and take care of my needs? Why do you always think about my safety and future?'

'Because I should. I can't see you getting hurt later. I don't want to be closer to you than Raj is to you.'

'But I want you to be. What Raj feels and doesn't is my concern, honey. I just want you to break me for him.'

'What??' Manish asked. He didn't understand her.

She looked into her eyes and with a docile and subservient, little voice said, 'I want you to break me for him.' As she said that, her eyes glanced towards her own crotch, implying what she was saying. Manish was flabbergasted. His cousin was offering her virginity to him. Manish was tongue tied. He didn't know what to say. He felt his cousin was saving herself for her to-be husband.

Noticing his silence, she said, 'now do I have to spell all of it, Manish? I am offering my virginity on a silver platter. I just want you to take it. This is the highest respect a woman bestows upon a man. Do you understand?'

A tear slowly ran on her cheek and Manish was touched. He had made her say things that a woman never says to anybody. He felt very guilty. He pulled her to him, hugging and said, 'I am so sorry, Kamila. I am very sorry, darling. Forgive me, I hurt you. I drove you to say these words. You are an angel. I am just a common man. It's my honour that you love me. I love you, too, baby. I will do anything for you. Please, don't cry.'

Kamila smiled through her tears. She felt very happy with his comforting words. She enveloped his head in her arms, playing her fingers in his hair. She hugged him to his bosom tightly making him excited. Manish hugged her hips in that sleeping position. He felt good to be in her lap and with all the love of a beautiful girl. Though she was not as big as her mother in breast department, she had a moderate bust. Pregnancy and lactation will surely create some huge jugs on her, he wondered. He kissed her cloth covered breasts as he luxuriated in the feel of her arms. Her hips were broad in contrast to her waist and it catered to his taste. Her waist was 24 at the most he thought. 'Oh good, I have a hot babe n my hands to play with.'

Kamila kissed on the top of his head as she comforted her lover in her arms. She knew she was going to marry Raj eventually, but Manish was going to be her long term lover. He was a hunk and a dream stud and she couldn't think of making herself distant from him. He was a sort of a man, whom women would love to show off and who would love to be his side, catering to his every whim. He is a woman's dream. And he had such a good nature. She couldn't think of a worthy candidate to offer her cherry. With love flowing through her, she again dragged his head for a kiss, as Manish ravaged her mouth and tongue with a renewed passion.

They duelled with their tongues for a full ten minutes as they thrashed on the bed like a couple of eels. Manish liked the little moans she was making. She was a slut in the making he thought to himself. With all the passion she was showering, he was bound to have a good time. He passed his hands on her buttocks and he noticed the lack of underwear. Though the thin nightdress separated his caresses, he couldn't help but notice the whimpers of passion flowing through his cousin.

Detaching himself from her mouth, he looked into her eyes and said, 'I never knew you had hots for me, cousin.'

Looking down at her feet, she smiled with shame and said, 'I always did, Manish, you didn't realize.'

'I now do. You came to meet your cousin, without any underwear in the middle of the night. That's a complete giveaway.'

Her already fair cheeks blushed on hearing his words. She said, 'now you know me, should I give any more desperate hints?'

Manish said, 'what more can you do, cousin?'

She smiled at him and slowly got up from the bed. She stood beside the bed as Manish leaned against the headboard. She looked down into his eyes and said, 'i love you, Manish, please never underestimate my love for you.' She bent down and kissed his cheek, before straightening her spine and standing up. She took hold of her nightdress at her hips and slowly raised it over head to remove it completely. Within a matter of moments, she was standing naked before him with not even a hint of cloth on her. her loose hair was dishevelled and was covering one of her breasts. She languidly brushed it back so that nothing obscured his vision of her twin orbs. 

Manish was mesmerized by her beauty. She was a very beautiful girl, indeed. Not that he was a stranger to a youthful woman's body. He had taken cherries of two of his girlfriends, when he was in his bachelors, but they didn't even hold a torch to Kamila. Her skin looked creamy white. Her face with its sharp facial features was already a huge attraction to him. She had god jugs and a perfect woman's hip with a basin of sexuality at its vertex. He liked her tender pussy lips. She had shaved her privates so that a narrow strip was running over the apex. As he looked at her face, he noticed that her lower lip was trembling with the anticipation of the night. He sat on the side of the bed.

He took hold of her hand and made her stand opposite him. At this level, her pussy was just at the level of his face. He also noticed that her shoulders were slightly pulled back as though offering her breasts for his pleasure. There was subjugation in that posture.




Lovely Auntie Ch. 10



He asked, 'do you trust me so much, Kams?'

'With all my heart, Manish.'

He took hold of her hips and rubbed his hands slowly over the smooth skin. Her 24 inch waist had a very cute belly button at its midst. He slowly took his face forward and kissed her belly button. She whimpered with his kiss. He then slowly tongued the depression as Kamila moaned with her delicious whimpers. They were so good to hear. He spent a good deal of time with this orifice as though he was smooching it. He washed it with his tongue thoroughly as Kamila's legs were shaking with emotions. He detached from her and looked into her eyes. Her lust lidded eyes were fluttering with an impending of an orgasm. 

He relaxed his hands on her hips and glided his palms over the globes of her ass. Her whimpers got louder. Manish appraised the size of her ass. It was big. She had taken after her mother there, he chuckled to himself. He loved caressing her creamy buns as she accepted his caresses with the wealth of obedience. Manish ran his left hand over the crack of her ass, as her being started to shake. Manish looked at her cute pussy, which attracted him the most. He kissed at the apex of her womanhood as Kamila clearly gave a loud moan. Along with that, he noticed she slowly started seeping moisture. Her cheeks flushed as she became aware that Manish was looking at her excitement.

Regardless, Manish kissed those lovely petals of her sex, softly. He inhaled deeply as he took in the smell of her. Her musky smell filled his lungs and he liked her fragrance so much. As he kissed her again on those fleshy petals, Kamila gripped his head as her legs were weakening under her shaking body.

'Oh, Manish, I can't stand anymore.'

Manish steadied her by gripping her waist. He said, 'you have such a nice cute pussy, dear. It looks so innocent. You are offering me your innocence, honey.' He took his left hand and ran it over her crevice as Kamila went on shaking. 'This hair here adds to your cunt's beauty, Kamila.'

Kamila fell on him on hearing his cuss words. She couldn't take it anymore. Manish laid her beside him as he ran his right hand over her creamy buttocks, while his left hand played over her delicate feminine curls. He was careful as he didn't want to damage her hymen. Its destruction needed another tool.

She said through her moans, 'oh, Manish, why are you using such a bad language?'

'You mean cunt, my dear.'

'Uuunnnggg, yes, that's what I mean. Why are you calling such bad names?'

'But what I am telling is right, honey. Ladies have pussies, but bitches have cunts.'

Kamila felt orgasms running through her on hearing his words. 'Oh, Manish!'

'And you are a bitch, aren't you, Kamila?'

Kamila, though, was in the wave of her lust, liked the reference. She said, 'yes,'

'Yes, what, honey?' he flicked her pussy lips as he said it.

'Yes, I am a bitch. I am your bitch.'

He liked hearing those words from her. He pushed her on her back and threw himself on her kissing her. Kamila kissed him back with renewed vigour. She didn't expect that the session with Manish would turn out to be so hot. 

He caressed her young body as he started kneading her breasts. 'You have such nice breasts, Kamila.'

'Oh, hhhmmm, uuunnnggg, I like your hands on my boobs, Manish. Please press them harder.'

Manish smiled and complied. Just a little bit of training and she would turn out to be such a great slut, he thought. He mauled her creamy breasts and pinched her rosy nipples. Kamila squeaked with his ministrations. Manish said, 'see, I told you. The way your moans come, anybody will say that you are a moaning bitch.'

Kamila was getting excited with all his talk. Manish got up and removed his shirt and short within a fraction of seconds before diving back beside her. As he started mauling her breasts pushing his body over hers, she liked the touch of his naked body. Tiny little orgasms were ripping through her. She squeezed his tough shoulders as he kissed her again and again. He slowly took his mouth to her nipples and licked them lightly. Kaila screamed, 'you are killing me, Manish. You are ripping me from inside.'

'I haven't yet, Kamila. I will do it, shortly.'

He laved her breasts with his tongue as he applied more firm tongue against her tender nipples as Kamila gave her lusty moans. She was beside herself with lust as he carried on assaulting her young, tender body. Kamila then felt the stab of his naked manhood against the side of her hips and a new jolt cursed through her. Her hand, reflexively sought the hard pole of flesh. When she gripped in its hands, she was stunned by the girth and the length of it. She slowly ran her hands on it as their kiss continued.

Manish was a mass of excitement as he felt his cousin's dainty hands on his member. She was slowly pulling on it, as he smiled looking into her eyes. 

'Do you like it?' he asked her.

She lowered her eyes and said, 'I love it,'

He ran his hands over her smooth globes of ass, as he asked her, 'I bet you have seen cocks before.'

She was again shy as she slowly nodded her head. Manish felt excited knowing this fact. He never guessed his cousin would be having flings with strange men.

'How many cocks did you see, Kams?'

She softly said, 'three.'

'Hhhmmm, you are quite a slut, aren't you, my little cousin.'

She smiled but didn't stop slowly jacking his member. He whispered in his ear, 'let's put your sweet mouth into use, dear. Time for you to taste my cock.'

She complied with increased obedience as she went down on him. She looked it for the first time and it looked very imposing with veins threading along its length. It had a red, angry head with gaping slit. She couldn't stop herself, as she slowly licked his pee slit. Manish whimpered, this time. Her soft, velvety tongue started washing his cockhead. It looked like a huge cork to her. She wondered if she had made the right decision to pop her cherry with this battering ram. But her love overcame her fears. She started taking the whole cock into her mouth as she started working on it into her mouth.

Manish asked, 'so, who were those lucky bastards, Kamila?'

Kamila took his cock out of her mouth and said, 'they are nobody, Manish.'

Manish pulled her hair as she moaned in pain. He looked into her eyes angrily and asked, 'for whom did you show your slutty talents, cousin?'

Kamila said looking into his eyes, all the while jacking his organ, 'there was this guy from another college, boys' that is. He was a school football champion and he asked me out once. When we were in a big mall, he pushed me into the store room there and we made out. I told him at the outset that I wouldn't be exposing my bottom and that my virginity was out of reach. So, he started playing with my boobs after pulling my t shirt and bra off. He made me take out his cock and told me to play with it.'

'Did you get excited?'

'Not really. He made me give head. He was such a hunk in all of the colleges in the city. He was like a ladies' dream, I wanted to rant about my achievement to my friends and so, I complied. But I never went out with him again. He was somewhat overbearing, making me listen to all his achievements and shit.'

'Was his cock huge?'

'No, it was around 5 inches or so and he didn't even have 3/4th of your girth.'

Manish felt proud at her words. He asked her, 'and the other?'

Kamila hesitated. Manish said, 'enough with your shyness, slut. Tell me.'

She said, 'it was with a lecturer.'

Manish raised his eyebrows. He didn't imagine his cousin making out with a middle aged man. She said, 'he was a very handsome guy. All the girls in our hostel fantasized about him. But he was the decent sort. Once on a Sunday outing, I ran into him while shopping. He offered me to drive me back as I was alone. On the way to the hostel, we made out.'

Manish was excited hearing her talk, 'who started it?'

Kamila looked down again and answered, 'me. I don't know, but suddenly while he was driving, I kissed him on the cheek, which evolved into full frenching and making out. He took me to the outskirts of the city, where I offered him my oral service. He had a good cock, but not as better as yours. It had good girth but its length was 6 inches at the most. He played with my breasts as I went down on him. I gave him a thorough work out then. He liked it most, when I swallowed him. He wanted to take me to a hotel and fuck me. Though, I was tempted, I wanted to save myself and told him so. He was fine with it. He took me many times on outings after that. He made me serve his organ which I did so with happiness. My friends were very jealous of me. It was like an achievement, in my close group of friends, who knew about our little fling. Then he left our college and it was like a little emotional blow for me. But I was fine overall.'

'And then you met Raj.'

She smiled at Manish with certain coyness. He didn't understand her and then suddenly, he got it, 'you continued this affair while you were seeing Raj, weren't you?'

'Yes,'

'Poor guy, he didn't know it.'

'Well, he didn't know it, then. But recently, I told him everything. He was a little upset and later recuperated. He was happy that our lecturer left the college.'

Manish smiled at her cousin as she was still busy, jacking him off, 'I never guessed that you could be such a bitch, Kamila.'

'What can I say, Manish? I am what I am.'

Manish kissed her hard and said, 'and you are my babe. Raj, does he know about us?'

'Yes, he does. We talked and even about this night.'

Manish was flabbergasted to hear that her fiancé was fine with her cherry popping by another man. The fellow must me madly in love with her. No wonder, what beauty makes of a man? But he didn't want to pry into her personal life more than necessary. He wanted to reap the benefits left for his disposal.

'Alright, get back to sucking, that's what you are best at, aren't you?'

Kamila slid down on him and popped the cock head into her mouth; it looked as though her whole mouth was full with the head. She fluttered her soft tongue around it as Manish groaned. She might not be her mother but still she sucked cock well. Kamila took his organ slowly into her throat. When the cock head touched her uvula, she gagged on his cock. But steadied herself.

Manish patted her head while he groaned and said, 'keep it up, cousin. You are doing well.'

He wanted to say that she was a good cocksucker but her mother's guidance may help her do better. But he caught himself at the last moment. Kamila didn't give up after the gag. She just carried on, regardless. Manish said, 'the sign of a good cocksucker is controlling the gag reflex. You want to train on that cousin.' Kamila took that in good spirit as she went lowering his mammoth cock into her throat. While 3/4th of his cock was in and lied somewhere at her throat, Manish felt exhilaration through him. Till now, in his life, the person, who took all of his cock was his aunt. He had blowjobs from his girlfriends in the past, but they never took more than half of his prick. Kamila was taking the challenge, seriously. He noticed that she felt defeated at still the quarter of his cock outside. But she played with her tongue along the shaft and throbbed her mouth around his cock, making him glide into throes of pleasure.

Manish noticed she had been ten minutes at it and still continued showing him the pleasures of her mouth. He never thought she could be so attentive to his needs. He feared if he may come any moment. He took his cock off her velvety mouth, as she sighed with disappointment. 

Manish laid her on her back as he slowly climbed over her. Kamila looked into his eyes and there was like a dread in them as she said, 'you will be gentle, won't you, Manish?'

He looked into her little girl like eyes and said, 'I will be gentle, darling, don't worry.' He parted her legs as he slid along her. Her wonderful pussy was on display for him. He took his firm cockhead and smeared his pre-cum with her saliva at the entrance. Her already flowing secretions aided in smearing her entrance for lubrication. 'You have provided the natural lubrication through your cunt juice, Kamila. Your slut inside you has prepared for your cherry popping.'

'Oh, Manish! am I slut, really?'

'If I take a picture of you at this very instant in this posture with your legs spread begging for your virginity to be taken and post it on the net, I assure you, you will get hundreds of posts describing you as the basest slut.' Manish teased her with his cock as he sucked on her breasts. 

He went on, 'if you give me a week, I would work on your breasts to increase it to your next bra size. Seeing as the whore you are, you have a nice potential for big sized boobs. One pregnancy is enough to make you to get the size of a mature cow's udder. You are already in the bracket for a tit fuck for me. But after pregnancy and lactation, you can become a seasonal slut offering the best tit-fuck service.'

Kamila was getting dizzy with all the erotic talk he was making. She was beyond all control with him getting her on a sexual high. She never guessed sex could be so powerfully arousing.

'Say whatever you might, Manish, but just liberate me from virginity. I want you to do the honours. Please, fuck me, baby.'

Manish understood that she couldn't wait any more. He positioned himself at her entrance as he slowly lowered himself on her. He looked into her eyes, as she looked back with lust and also with fear. He kissed her for awhile, as she returned with increased fervour. He slowly lowered some more, until he felt the obstruction. Withdrawing slightly, he gave a firm thrust, as Kamila squeaked. It was very painful. His penetration occurred in a moment. But Manish wanted to feel her some pain. He wanted her to remember the sensation, as he sawed in her without any pity as his cousin cried. Kamila's eyes teared as she sobbed in earnest. But soon, her pain was replaced by her arousal and her orgasm, building up for a final torrential one. Manish slowed down on her cunt as he slid upward and down on her, rubbing her jewel of the clit. Kamila felt like a spark of current flowing through her with this manoeuvre. Manish made her build up an orgasm, which was sure to implode powerfully in her. Manish carried on his assault on her cunt as Kamila screamed, 'oh, Manish, what have you done to me? This is probably what heaven is. I am prepared to be your slut for the rest of my life, baby. I will be your whore to do your bidding. Please, please fuck me and let me have whatever that you are giving to me.'

Manish knew she needed the release. It had been fifteen minutes, he had been teasing her clit and cunt to an orgasm, while cleverly withholding at the last minute. He gave his firmest thrusts as he pounded her pussy for the final round. Within a matter of moments, Kamila came as her pussy spasmed with a vice like grip as Manish relentlessly fucked her. They kissed in the passions of their bodies. Kamila had the best orgasm of her life as she admitted to herself that sex with Manish was the best thing that ever happened to her. Manish held onto his orgasm and he noticed that it was on the verge as he quickly pulled out. Though her orgasm had abated, Kamila felt disappointed that he had withdrawn from her. Manish took his organ out and jacked it as Kamila noticed a powerful jet of cum spraying onto her breasts. The next sprays landed on her stomach. His thick globs of semen covered almost all of her torso. Kamila got hold of his cock which had stopped spasming and she took it into her mouth as Manish moaned. Her velvety mouth looked a safe haven after a thorough battering of her insides.

Kamila sucked whatever juices smeared his cock. She wanted to show her devotion to him as she cleaned his cock with her attentive tongue. Manish smiled looking at her subservience. He took a glob of his semen from her breast and held it under her nose. The powerful aroma of his seed, made Kamila crazy as she displaced the cock with his finger and sucked it deeply, while Manish could just appreciate her effort.

After she cleaned his digit, Manish lay back on the bed beside her admiring his handiwork on her. Kamila looked into his eyes, as she slowly took some more globs of semen into her mouth savouring it with her delicious mouth.

'Thanks for the midnight snack, cousin. But I can't drink the whole thing. I want to smear your dominance on me. Would that make you happy?' Manish was at a loss for words. He continued looking at her, as she slowly started smearing her naked torso with his cum. She applied it on her breasts and stressed it on her nipples, as she moaned with her own ministrations. That was the ultimate submission to him. She even took what landed at her belly button to her cute pussy and mixed it with her own moisture. Manish noted a small patch of blood on his bedspread as he smiled to himself. This was the view that was reserved for Raj. But the poor bugger wasn't that lucky. After she painted herself, she slid to his side hugging him and hiding her face in the nook of his neck as she wanted to rest her post orgasmic bliss. 

Manish gently said to her, 'you should go now, Kams. Aunty will be having her suspicions.'

She said mockingly, 'now that you had your fill of me, you want to push me away.'

He said, 'yes, I do. I like to dispose of my whores once my needs are met. Is that a problem?'

'No problem, sir. I am just a whore and I should listen to you. Do you want any of my services, later? I am willing to provide shelter for your young fellow here, whenever you ask.' She prodded his member as she said it. Manish felt he was already feeling some reaction in his prick. He replied, 'get out of here, bitch, I will ask for you, whenever the need arises.'

Kamila slowly withdrew from his body, obediently, as though she was his servant. Manish pulled her for a kiss and said, 'you need to go, Kamila that is for your own good. Why arouse your mum's suspicions?'

'Mum would be very happy when she comes to know of this, Manish. I know her. Sometimes, I feel she is crazier for you than me. If she had her way, she would divorce dad and marry you.'

Manish felt her words surging blood into his cock. Fortunately, Kamila didn't notice it. He asked, 'what are you talking, Kams?'

'Oh, nothing, just kidding with you.' She kissed him back and said, 'thanks for everything, Manish. You know I love you so much. I couldn't ask for a better night. Raj should just learn to live to be a second choice.' She got up from the bed and walked naked to her nightdress, which was lying n the floor. She picked it up to don it, when Manish asked, 'you wear it outside my room, Kamila. I don't like sluts wearing clothes in front of me. I just like them naked. Whatever clothes they have, they should take them outside. Understand?'

Kamila got excited with his words. She liked this new game. 'Sorry, darling, I am just a new slut. But I am willing to learn.'

Manish winked at her as she walked naked to the door. Her buttocks swayed with exaggerated seduction. Manish liked watching her playful and nice rump. He made out her pussy when she bent down to pick up her dress and that was a memorable sight that he would never forget.

She opened the door and turned to him one last time blowing him a sweet kiss, as she exited the room. Manish was happy with way things were proceeding. When he asked her to exit in nude, she didn't think twice about it. She really was trying to be in his good graces. What was so special about him? He didn't understand. He felt drowsy with all the game he played. He turned off the light and sleep soon drowned him.

He slept well for a few hours, when he felt something chewing on his cock. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked down to see what was happening. His aunt was licking his cock. He sighed looking at her. His cock was already fully erect. He just sighed in excitement. Both the mother and daughter had become suckers for his cock and that metaphor fit them literally. Neeta had a fitful night. She wasn't able to sleep well. Her daughter disappeared at the stroke of eleven and Neeta knew she went after Manish. She felt dismayed, not because something would happen to her, but she, herself, had plans for Manish. She wanted to spend the night with him, as it had been more than a day, since he had fucked her. It felt foolish for her that he was available at hand but still unavailable for sex.




Lovely Auntie Ch. 10



She had kept her emotions in check during their visit to the restaurant to meet Raj. Manish looked so delectable. She was content with just giving him a hand job. The way, she lusted after him, she never felt that way to anybody before. She waited for more than an hour while her daughter was away. It was the most restless part of the night. She knew that Kamila and Manish were involved in some sort of sexual game. But she was afraid if her daughter decided to sleep the whole night in the bed. They would be gone the next day at noon and she wouldn't get the chance to tell him a proper goodbye. And a proper goodbye, especially to his cock. It was the fine specimen manhood, she ever saw and she didn't want to part from it without getting fucked by it. She was near to tears when it confirmed in her mind that Kamila will own him for the night. Just then the door opened and Kamila came in. Neeta wasn't that much happy, ever in her life.

She pretended she was in deep sleep when her daughter returned. Kamila lay beside her as she waited till she drifted off to sleep. But she took a long time. Neeta wouldn't have minded that. But what made her breathless and impatient was the musky smell that wafted from her daughter. It was the unmistakable smell of semen. Neeta was already frustrated that she wasn't able to get hold of Manish for a long time and along with that, her daughter had enjoyed the tryst with her cousin. It added to her woes. It was like dangling a carrot in front of her. She felt jealous of Kamila for having the pleasures with that adorable phallus. At the same time, she was apprehensive what happened inside. On one side, the moral that is, she was in a dilemma if Kamila was jeopardizing the relationship with her fiancé. But on the other hand, she felt happy that Kamila sought and got the pleasures of Manish's reverential cock. Getting ploughed on by him was a luxury that she wanted her daughter to enjoy. But she felt very frustrated that she was to wait till the coast is clear. It was 2 AM when her daughter started snoring lightly. As she was about to proceed for Manish's bedroom, Mimi got up for a glass of water.

She couldn't do anything except cursing her worst luck. She felt very depressed that things weren't going her way. She waited another hour and then noticed that everything was fine. She tiptoed to his room and slid inside. She was wearing her night attire which was a knee length night dress. It was cinched around her waist. The bust of the nightgown was cut in a fashion that the part covering her breasts was transparent except the patch over nipples. There was a deep cleavage on display for the onlooker. Actually the nightdress contained a shirt like overcoat which was worn so that the transparency of the bust was covered. It made her wear the dress outside the bedroom, too. Shyam had bought it a few months back as he liked to see her wearing that. He fucked her a lot in the beginning of the dress's purchase. But soon, the novelty wore off. She wore it only on special occasions so that it thrust Shyam's drive. 

This night when she wore it in the bedroom, her daughters teased her, asking her if she was missing their father. She didn't don the shirt before them and so, they admired her sizable bust. Kamila was very jealous of her mother's endowments. She dreamed of having breasts like those one day. They were somewhere between moderate and huge. Even when fully covered and downplayed, they attracted the attention of many males. Kamila observed whenever they attended the parties. Her mother already was a great beauty. Along with that her breasts and her ass made her more attractive for the opposite sex. Men bee-lined for Neeta at any party they attended.

Now, when she stepped out of the bedroom, she didn't bother wearing the overcoat. When she got into Manish's bedroom and saw him sprawled on the bed in a deep sleep, she wasn't able to control herself. She wanted to wake him and kiss him first. But first she liked to have a look of that cock. Manish always slept in his shorts, but tonight after sex with Kamila, he was in the nude. When she withdrew the blanket covering him, her breath caught in her lungs. There it was her favourite rod of flesh. It was already semi erect. Neeta hazarded if Manish was having any erotic dream. Wish she was there in that dream. She was pulled towards the magnetism of his cock. Before she knew what she was doing, she was playing with the head of his member with her experienced tongue.

Manish was fully hard when he woke up. He liked what he saw. His favourite slut, his aunt was practising her oral talents on him. He took his hand and passed it in her loose hair. Neeta came to know that her nephew was awake. But the thrall of his cock held her from looking into his eyes. She was totally captured by the charm of the phallus in her mouth. She looked up at him after a minute and smiled at him with her tongue flicking his pee slit.

Manish looked into her eyes and said, 'you couldn't keep yourself away from my cock.'

Neeta nodded and started giving him head. She wanted to display her oral talents for him so that she wanted to get into his good books. There was always this need in her to get into his good books. She took his cock all the way down into her throat. Manish wanted to taunt her, 'now, that's how a seasoned cocksucker sucks a dick.'

Neeta felt proud on hearing him call her seasoned cocksucker. She wanted to know what happened between him and his daughter. She took his cock out and jacked him while she asked, 'honey, did something happen between you and Kamila?'

Manish felt embarrassed and guilty. He felt very bad that he deceived her. She was already a little hurt the other day for necking with Kamila. He tried to avoid her question, but she looked at him fishing for an answer. He said, 'auntie, I am sorry.'

Neeta slid beside him so that she was aligned with the side of his naked body. Her breasts were touching him arms and her pubis was against the side of his hips. She attached with him tightly as she continued playing with his dick. She said, 'there is no need to be sorry, Manish. I am sure that Kamila came onto you. So, did you........'

He knew what lay in that hanging of her question. There is no reason now to hide the fact that occurred. He said, 'yes, aunty. We had sex. She is no longer a virgin anymore. There is a patch here on my bed evident of the fact, if you must see.'

She felt a little sad, but mostly happy. She was sad because, these issues may speak against her daughter on the first night with her husband. But she was happy that her daughter got A1 treatment from the best cock in the business. She smiled and said, 'I am not angry, honey. In fact, I am happy. I am just worried if Raj comes out to know.'

Manish laughed, 'don't worry, aunty, she is just like her slut mother, there. She has wrapped her poor husband around her finger as you have done with Shyam uncle.'

'Well, Shyam loves to be a cuckold, honey. It's his kinkiest desire. In fact, if you ask me, cuckolds are the best. They like their wives to live happily with no boundaries of sex. It shows how much they love them.'

'Hey, I am not abusing Raj or Shyam uncle here. I respect uncle very much. We all do. And Raj is such a nice guy. I will do whatever in my extent to see them happy. I didn't mean anything derogatory in the way they are willing to you.'

Kamila replied, 'honey, I am not telling you that you are speaking less of Raj or Shyam. What I said about them was true. They are cuckolds. And being that, they have enormous love for their partners. That's why they consider their emotional love above their physical desires. What more security does a woman want from her beloved?'

Manish kissed her as Neeta kissed him back. He said, 'I am happy that you love your husband, aunty. Though I may feel jealous at times, I feel guilty if I have wrecked your marriage.'

'Honey, you didn't. I love him very dearly. He is dearest to my heart. He is the husband of dreams. He has catered to my every wish and fulfilled my every desire. He is the father of my two beautiful children. What more could a woman ask of her life? But that doesn't mean I love you any less. I love you not only as a relative but also as a woman. You are my lover. You are the sort of man I would love to show off. When you are beside me in crowd, I feel pride surging through me. You are my deep physical desire. I would sacrifice anything in my capability to be with you and as your lover. Baby, I am just mad about you.'

'Oh, Neeta!!'

Manish felt proud hearing those words. They kissed passionately as they felt their lives' best moments floating before their eyes. It was clear to Manish that he loved her but he wasn't able to differentiate it from the love he felt for the relation. But at the moment, he was happy to get whatever benefit he could from their attachment.

He took his hand over her sumptuous buttocks feeling the softness of her skin through the gossamer of her nightgown. He slowly lifted the hem of the nightgown, lifting it off her ass as he glided his hand over that beautiful contour of flesh. He flipped the cloth over back as he saw that expanse of her rear. What a beautiful sight!

He said, 'Neeta,'

Neeta liked the way he called her as his lover, 'yes, honey?'

'Will you just hand me my mobile?' she took the phone lying on her side of the bed, handing it to him.

'You don't mind me taking a picture of yours, would you?'

'No, Manish. As I said you own me and my body. So, it's your right to do, whatever you want to.'

Manish took a picture her ass as she lay on him. He made her arch her back a little more as he took a few more snaps. She kissed him on the lips as she lazily stroked his dick.

'Manish, the five days happened in a flash for me. I am sure going to miss your presence around me.'

'I will miss you too, aunty. But I think I will miss your ass and tits more. Now where are my puppies?' he said as he looked for her priceless boobs. Neeta supported herself on her hands as her breasts lay hanging with the cloth of the nightgown covering them. Manish slid off her nightgown as he took off the dress. He pulled her beside her and took her breasts in his hands kneading them very forcefully. Neeta moaned with pain at his rough handling.

'I like the way you moan like a bitch, Neeta. You are my bitch, aren't you?'

'Yes, I am' he pinched her nipples harshly as he asked, 'I didn't hear you, bitch.'

'Yes, I am your bitch, Manish.' she moaned loudly, as he started using her more cruelly. There were red marks all over her tits as he groped her nice and full. He smiled viciously as he saw her lust and pain through her heavy lidded eyes. She was in another world with all the slutty emotions in her. That's what Manish brought out of her, the real slut.

Manish picked his mobile again and went on snapping pictures of her face and tits, as he knew that the emotions on her face were priceless. She was oblivious to what was happening around her as his rough handling was goading him towards an orgasm. She liked feeling that impending orgasm which was certainly one of the best feelings she had. Orgasms at the hand of Manish were very special to her, now. Manish started video mode on his mobile's camera. He was enjoying watching her squirming with excitement.

'Tell me, Neeta, what do you like the most in this world?'

'To get fucked by you, honey.'

'Darling, I am recording this video, it may even fall in the hands of your husband. So, tell me carefully if what you said was true.'

'Oh, Manish. I stand by what I have said. To get fucked by you is a real pleasure. If i hadn't met you, there are certainly some deep parts in my womb, which were, I mean, are still virgin to my husband. He has to accept the fact that I love your cock and should live with it. There's nothing he can do. I certainly pity him. Honey, would you please play with my pussy? I am desperate for your attention there. And please fuck me at the earliest, because my eager cunt couldn't take any more.'

Manish kissed her as she said that. He recorded their kiss and shut off the mobile. He needed to do the real job here. As he touched her pussy, he noticed that it was a drenching pool of her juices. He played with her pussy for a while and then touched that nub of flesh lying at the apex of her womanhood. Neeta screamed as he pinched her engorged clit. He flicked it sharply with his finger as she cried. Tears formed in her eyes as he was relentless. But she didn't back away from his punishment. He said into her ear, 'I am not going to fuck you, Neeta.'

She cried, 'oh, you can't leave me like this, Manish. That is so horribly cruel of you. I am sorry if I did anything to hurt you. Please, fuck me, honey. I will do whatever you want of me. But please don't leave me like this.'

'What I said, Neeta, was that I am not going to fuck your pussy, but I am going to fuck your ass. Does that meet your desire?'

Neeta was relieved. 'Oh, baby, please, anything would do, honey. Just stick your manly cock in me. Anywhere you like, that is. I don't mind, as long as you fuck me. But, honey, I have been fucked only twice, there, by Shyam. And your cock is huge, wouldn't it be painful?'

Manish stopped squashing her pussy with his right hand and said, 'either take it or leave it, Neeta. You are just a slut; you should take whatever you are getting. Demanding before me isn't your right. I am thinking to kick you out of my room without anything. I need not show charity on cheap gutter sluts like you.'

Neeta said, 'I am sorry, I am very sorry, Manish. I shouldn't have spoken to you in that fashion. I will make it up to you. Of course, fuck my ass. It's there to be fucked, isn't it? Just enjoy having my ass. I am just your slut and nothing more. Punish my cunt some more, if you want to. It's all up to you. But, please, don't leave me hanging.'

'That's it, Neeta. Spoken like my true slut. Now, take your position. Bend over.'

Manish made her kneel on the bed as he slid to her back and aligned his cock with her ass crevice. He loved whatever he was seeing in front of him. She was bent on the bed presenting her bountiful ass to fuck. Her hips were narrow and her shoulders arched with a backward curve. Her thick locks of hair were sprawled on bed. Manish could make out those massive globes of the sides of her tit flesh for his viewing. He drew lines on her ass with the head of his cock. He slightly prodded the crevice of her ass with his penis as Neeta whimpered.

'Tell me, Neeta, you have a lot of fire in your cunt to offer, don't you?'

'Yes, honey, I certainly do. But only for real men like you.'

Manish played with the back of his hand on the globes of her ass. 'So, are you submitting your ass to me?'

'Ahhh! Yes, Manish, I do. You just need to accept it with your mighty cock.'

Manish fished at her pussy for her love juices which were in plenty. He scooped up the wetness and applied them at her rosebud. He lubricated her tight hole with her juices as she whimpered with mini orgasms. He took the excess of her juices and applied them over her tits, kneading them as she mewled with happiness.

'Ah, Neeta. It is every man's desire to possess a dutiful and wonderful slut. Earlier in the night I thought it was your daughter. But now I am wrong. You are a bigger slut than Kamila. I can attest to that.'

Neeta whimpered with excitement as he compared her to her daughter. He was taking the game very high. He was playing with her emotions very skilfully as a masterful craftsman of sex. She just shuddered with his every word. 

'I have seen you as a potent bitch, a strong minded and a dignified woman. All of that is a mask, I know, Neeta. Behind that you are a whore who is there to be subdued and bred. Whores like you are tamed by massive cocks. So, I will subdue you and tame you with my cock. And you will just comply with my every wish. Is that clear?'

'Yes, sir. Please tame me with your big cock. I couldn't ask for anything better. Please, take my ass and make me yours.'

Manish took hold of her hair as he pulled on the strong mass of her hair at the root of her neck as she cried in pain. He took some moisture from her pussy and took his wet smeared hand to her mouth which she accepted gratefully as she sucked on his hand and fingers with utmost duty and subservience. She arched her back more backwards. Manish lubricated his cock with her juices too as he took the head of his cock and prodded at her ass hole. He squeezed on her clit as her asshole gaped open like a fish's mouth. As he pushed his head, Neeta said, 'Manish, honey, please be careful.'

Manish bent down and kissed her cheek as he said, 'don't worry, aunty, I will try to be gentle. But it is for your own good. I need to own you fully, so that you can enjoy me.'

'Hhhmmm, yes, honey. Do it. Own me.'

Manish slid his cock slowly into her asshole as she started to moan with pain. Though she was lubricated well, his cock was bigger and was making her wince with his every inch's advance. Manish pulled on her hair as he went deeper, unheeding her cries of pain. He needed to do her ass. It marked his complete ownership of her. He pushed his whole head into her as she cried. He took a while to rest as he slowly started see sawing his dong into her. Once the cock head had penetrated her rim, Neeta felt relieved. As he started to inch his entire dick into her bowels, she started to feel much better. Her fear and dread had vanished and only excitement reigned. Manish slowly slid all of his length into her as he started to fuck her relentlessly. He gripped her hair more tightly as he started to use her as a piece of flesh and nothing more.

Neeta moaned as he continued his assault on her. He insulted her in a very myriad number of curse words. But every word just added to her excitement. She was gushing at her pussy like a faucet. Manish felt his own orgasm approaching as he ploughed on her bowels. Neeta achieved her orgasm, in the midst with a cry as he matched hers at the same time. She felt his strong jet of spray hitting her bowels.

'Yes, Manish, my baby, my honey. Fuck my ass, make me your anal slut. I deserve nothing more. Use me as you please. Fuck your slut.'

Manish bit her neck as he painted her bowel walls. Neeta moaned at the injury but it was only adding to her orgasm. Manish pinched her nipples harshly as Neeta smothered her cries of pleasure in the pillow. After kissing her neck he slid his face to hers as they kissed in the same position. Their kiss was with more passion than ever. 

'I love you, Neeta.'

'I love you, too, baby.'

Manish collapsed on her as his softening cock slid out of her. As he lay exhausted, Neeta went down on him. She licked his penis. He was surprised. He didn't guess that she would lick his dick as it just fucked her ass. She showed her submission to him by this act. He watched her as she cleaned all of his cock all the while looking into his eyes. After cleaning, he pulled her onto him as he asked her, 'do you love me so much, aunty?'

'Oh, honey, you have no idea.'

Manish kissed her as he said, 'I will really miss your fabulous body.'

'Me, your cock. When are you going to visit us?'

'I don't know. I will be tied up at work most of the time. I will try to come for sure.'

Neeta slid into his arms as he spooned her kissing her on the neck. She said, 'no trying, mister. You should come at the earliest. If everything happens as planned, we will have Kamila's engagement in April or so. But you should be there before for the arrangements.'

'Don't worry; I will be there for her engagement. Is that okay? Don't you need to go? The two will become very suspicious, if they wake up.'

Neeta pulled his ear, 'ready to throw me, once your needs are met.'

'I told you, I don't entertain sluts much.'




Lovely Auntie Ch. 10



'Hhhmmm! You should make exception for this slut. But I am really feeling jealous on Kamila. That wily, little thing was so daring to come here this night and lose virginity to you, I can't believe her. Not that I am not happy, if there is somebody if I like to see her with, it is you. But I didn't think she would do it under my nose.'

'Lure of the cock, Neeta, what can you do? Didn't you come sniffing around?' Manish slid his semi-erect cock against her ass he said that. 'I must also say that she has taken after you.'

Neeta smiled, 'looks like it. I hope Raj and she will be okay. I really like them as a couple. They looked so good.'

'Better than us?'

'I don't know, but Shyam will think so. He will love seeing us as a pair.'

'That reminds me.' He grabbed the phone and focussed onto them for a snap lying on the bed, in that position. They smiled into the camera, which came with a flash to capture their image.

'Let me see,' Neeta said, as she looked at the image. 'It is so good.'

'Wait, till you see the others.'

He took her through the previous images and video, he had taken, as she enjoyed looking at them. Manish played with her nipples and looked at her happy face as she was busy watching his mobile.



Lovely Auntie Ch. 11



It was a dull Monday for everybody. Manish was really sad that his aunt was leaving. Neeta missed her nephew and she felt a little disheartened that he wouldn't be hanging around with her. Kamila liked his cousin very much. She showed her devotion to him by coming on to him and giving her virginity. Her would-be Raj called her in the morning. She didn't elaborate what happened in the night to him but just said that she and Manish necked. It was enough for Raj to spurt. He didn't know but he felt an exhilarating feeling as his fiancée played with him. He liked her active, playful and flirty nature. She was a little bold and a little outgoing at times, but that's what attracted him in the first place. Mamatha was still a child at heart. Though she was nineteen years of age, one year younger than her sister, she was mischievous and a little naïve. She didn't bother with the flirting happening around her. She just sided with her sister when they teased her mother and her cousin as a pair. She loved Manish's family very much and hated that their stay got to an end, so early. She asked her mother to extend the stay for another 2 days, but Neeta wasn't the one to hear. 

Though Neeta liked the company of Manish so much, she really missed Shyam. He was a darling to her and she couldn't bear the loneliness, he was feeling in want of her. She wanted to be by his side and comfort him. She had teased him long enough and wanted to give him some break. She really enjoyed the sessions, she had with Manish, but the wife side in her was waking her loving part in her. She wondered if she could love two men equally in her life. Manish was like an addiction, a joy to be with, a real man, somebody whom the girls would love to go out with and show off. But Shyam was the sort, who put their love on a pedestal and worshipped it. He pampered her and drew out the mother side in her which made her love him more. In all the twenty years of their marriage, they never had a serious row. Whatever tiffs they had, it ended in a matter of hours. Each time, Shyam was the one who came with the apology. He didn't like her to beg and grovel before him. She was a princess in his eyes. He couldn't bear the thought of stripping her off her crown and throne. He liked to give full reins to her regarding the household and also major decisions. 

But Neeta never took the title, head of the family. She advised him regarding any major decisions. She never snatched away from him the thing called the final decision. She was cool if he called the shots regarding her daughters' education, managing of finances, choice of her working and other related aspects. She wanted him to be the man, the person to take control, but he was not a forceful creature. He just wanted her to lead her life on her terms. Sometimes, she felt if she had to be disciplined for being so spoilt. She expected Manish to fill that spot. 

At eleven in the afternoon, Manish was busy packing their luggage and hiring a cab. He had been busy since the morning, as his father left early for work, owing to some emergency. Anurag had been informed of the Kamila and the suitor episode. If he was displeased that he was kept in the dark regarding the issue, he didn't show it. He, wholeheartedly, blessed her sister, to go ahead if she thought Raj was a fit for Kamila. He even joked Manish being the decision maker regarding his cousin's marriage. All in good spirit. Manish blushed at his father's joke. He brought gifts to his sister and his nieces the day before and Neeta's love for him just increased. Sumitra was sad that his sis was leaving. She was the best friend of Neeta and liked caring for her. Anurag gave directions to his son that his sister be dropped at airport with no hitch on his part. He disliked any inconvenience for his sister when she was his responsibility. Manish dutifully undertook the responsibility. More than that, he would do anything for his darling aunt.

He was very forlorn that she wouldn't be available for him from the next day. The last night had been a rollercoaster ride for him taking both mother and daughter. As much as Kamila acted sluttily, she was no match for her mother. Kamila was flirtatious in real life. But Neeta was very reserved in the matters of flirting and sex. He couldn't understand why she always behaved like that in the privacy of his bedroom. Manish clearly understood that she lusted after him. Such a prim and proper wife in real life, becoming a total gutter slut at his feet was a huge turn on for Manish. No matter how much he tapped her ass, it was still not sufficient.

He looked at his cousins as they came prepared for their journey. Mamatha was wearing sundress like top with her jeans. Manish marveled at her big boobs. She was still the youngest in her house and yet she sported bigger jugs, nearly in comparison with her mother. With all the sex on his mind, he imagined his younger cousin doing unimaginable things to him. But he felt bad, since her feelings for him were still honest, as she didn't indulge in physical desires in their friendship. Kamila was wearing a tight red and white striped t shirt, which contained her moderate sized rack. Her ass which was her best feature was ensconced in tight denims and Manish's pecker stood up at attention in view of her. Kamila knew the effect she had on him as she looked at him knowingly, and batted her eyelashes. Just then Neeta entered the hall and stole the limelight from her daughters. She was dressed in a sari and a sleeveless blouse. Though it contained no signs of any overt exposing, she looked regal and sexy both at the same time. Her pink floral printed sari on a white back ground along with that white blouse made Manish catch his breath. What a heavenly beauty she was! Why were the girls, which his mother sought for him to marry were not like Neeta? He wouldn't hesitate to tie the knot if such a lady came up before him. She was modest, scintillatingly beautiful and a hot cracker in bed and more than all this, she loved him a lot. 

Manish saw her face and understood that she was a little sad. He didn't want the mood to be dull before they left. He said jokingly, 'so, aunty, your daughter devils are gonna be a nuisance to uncle for the next few days?'

Kamila was the first one to reply, 'who are you calling devil?'

'oh, so, a foolish devil, it is then. Not even able to understand what one is speaking.'

Both the sisters launched at him with their flaying arms. Manish grasped both of them by their hips trying to stall their mock assault. But he ended up hugging them both. Kamila was happy by the contact. She made sure that her breasts touched him and surreptitiously kissed his neck. Manish's pecker stood up suddenly with the touch of her lips. On the other hand, Mamatha was fighting to get away from his grasp.

'Leave me, let go of me, you rascal.' As much as she tried to free herself from him, she wasn't able to. His arms were very strong and it would be a herculean task to break his grip.

Manish said, 'why did you attack me in the first place, Mimi?'

Kamila, who was on his left hand's grasp, gave up the fight and hugged him openly resting her head on his shoulder. She said, 'yeah, why did you attack him in the first place, Mimi? His girlfriend would be very angry.'

Neeta smiled at her daughter's teasing, 'that's enough, Kams. Your mouth is getting very sharper these days.'

'Oh, look Mimi, the girlfriend's hurt.' Mimi laughed. As Manish noticed, he didn't need to hold Kamila, as she was freely dangling on his arm. Mimi too relaxed as she started laughing at her sister's jokes.

She said, 'my god, Kams. I think the girlfriend's sad that we are leaving. What would Manish do without her? Ohh, so sad, such lovebirds.'

'Aunty, I should say one thing, you should have spanked your daughters, when you've got the chance. They are becoming mischievous by the day.' As he said that, he looked down the top of Mimi and was gifted with a juicy cleavage of her younger cousin. She looked very delectable. As a reflex, he hugged Kamila such that she was oppressed against his raging erection. Her crotch was against his erection. Kamila's panty dampened at such a sudden turn of events. Mimi noticed what Manish was looking at. She felt a different sensation running through her, as he looked at her. She felt a thrill, a sort of breathless feeling, a tingling sensation all over her body. Manish looked into her eyes and Mimi's emotion got the better of her. She realized at that instant that inside her panty, juices were running like a dam had been broken down. She had emotional connect with him for a few seconds and then like a shy bride looked down. Manish hugged her in such a fashion that her breasts were pressed against his chest. Mimi gave up all the fight. It felt so good hugging Manish. She too rested her head on his shoulder, as she lazily placed her hands on his chest and sighed. The sofa was just there beside and Manish sat on it maintaining his cousins' position with him. Neeta watched the three of them and knew that there were a lot of hormones at work. Sumitra who just walked into the scene, took it and smiled.

Kamila knew her mother was watching but she couldn't let her mind away from the glorious erection pressing against her. If they were alone, she would have given him a great blowjob. But she contended with pressing it against her thigh. Mimi just hugged Manish with no further word. She wanted the feeling to last a long time. 

Neeta said, 'now, may I ask who the girlfriends are?'

'You are jealous, mom.'

Manish said, 'hey, what do you take me for? I have to say who my girlfriend is. Can't I make the decision, I being the boyfriend and all?'

'No, Manish, leave those decisions to us.' Kamila said to him. 'You are a little immature for that.'

'Immature, I will show you what immature is.' Manish started to kiss Kamila on the neck as she started to writhe with pleasure and mirth at his touch. Already he was holding her captive with his strong grasp on her little waist. Mimi at his other hand just laughed and continued hugging him. Manish felt very proud having two gorgeous teenagers at his mercy. It was obvious both the sisters were attracted to him. Their mother was his slut and she was very happy that her daughters were digging for him. In addition to that his mother loved him not only as her son, but like a man. His beautiful, modest mother.

Neeta felt she had an obligatory mother's role to play. 'Now, girls. That's enough, time for you to stop strangling poor Manish.'

'Mom, is that an excuse to come and sit on his lap,' Mimi asked with a titter.

'Maybe, young lady. Now, get off him.'

'You are really jealous, mom. Wow, I achieved something, today.' Kamila said squirming on Manish's thigh. Manish observed Neeta was really a little jealous that her daughters were wrestling with him. But she was taking the wrong route. Both the devils knew how to tease tormented souls.

He said, 'now, girls, listen to your mom.'

Kamila was a little surprised by those words. She knew how to make such a moment mischievous. 'You know who says that, mom? Mimi, you too, any guesses?'

Not waiting for their reply, she said 'Manish, you are sounding just like our dad.'

Neeta blushed hearing her. She was a little excited too. Kamila went on, 'so, Mimi, did you see, somebody's usurping our dad's position?'

Mimi, still in her hugging position with her breasts pressing against her cousin's arm said, 'so, are you our dad, Manish. Oh, sorry, dad. I shouldn't have called you by your name. Dad, I wanna go to a movie, can I have some money? You can have the advantage of having mom to yourself. I will make sure to tag Kamila along with me.'

Manish too was getting excited by her talk. But as much as pleasure that was feeling inside him, he didn't want Neeta to feel uncomfortable. He pinched on the arm of Mimi, as she bounced off his lap with pain. The sudden jerk made Kamila, too, to get up from his lap. Getting hold of Mimi again, he pinched her hard on her arm, as she writhed off from his grasp. Manish was treated to the sight of her bouncing breasts in her tight top. His pecker was having a hard time in the confines of his tight denims. Sumitra and Neeta noted that the childish games were getting out of hand. But both of them rooted for Manish and didn't stop him punishing Mimi for her teasing.

Mimi said, 'dad, why are you doing like that? Our old poor dad was such a nice man. He never punished us. Do you punish mom in the same way, too?'

'You little imp, come here, I will skin you.'

'But, mom, I have to say one thing, I like the way he pinches. You should experience it sometimes. But, of course, you are already experiencing it, probably. And getting pinched at proper places, too.'

'Now, you've overdone it, you big assed devil.'

Manish got hold of Mimi and dragged her to the center of the room, as she was laughing and trying to wriggle out of his grasp. He sat down on the tea-poy and made her lie on his lap on her stomach. With his left hand, he maintained her position, with her delicious denim-clad ass on display. All the women in the hall were getting excited by the scenario. Manish was beside himself with lust, looking at her cousin's sumptuous ass with her narrow hips. Along with that her breasts were pressing against his left thigh. Mimi's breath was caught with her nipples rubbing on her cousin's firm thighs. Such a torrent of new emotions erupting inside her within a short gap of one day. As Manish looked at her ass, he gathered that this was a great feature that she inherited from her mom. Only very few lucky bitches get such nice asses.

He took his right hand high in the air before launching the palm against her butt cheek. He used a lot of brute force, than he thought of applying. Mimi didn't know if it was pain or pleasure. Sure her ass stung, but inside her core, a strong emotion of passion was unleashed. She gasped at the first stroke of his manly hand. She felt something erupting inside her womanhood. She felt it slowly build up. 'Oh! My God!' she cried.

'So, are you gonna taunt me again?' he asked.

'Leave me, you brute,' she replied.

Another hard hand crashed on her butt. The passion inside her pussy built up. She gasped with water in her eyes. So, is this what women crave for? Especially, from men.

Manish said, 'listen to me, you devil. Is this the way you behave with your cousin? Are you going to behave well, in the future?'

'Oh, please, Manish.' Her pleading voice caught everyone's ears. It was husky and it was lusty. Neeta couldn't imagine her little Mimi making that sort of noise. She looked at Manish, who was looking directly into her eyes. He was relaying the information that he owned not only her but her daughters. She just looked back at him with a stare, which confirmed her pride in him for taking control.

The next time his slap came hard on Mimi's ass, he asked her, looking into Neeta's eyes, 'are you going to be obedient, now? Are you going to stop misbehaving and listen to what I say?'

'Oh, anything, Manish.' Again her voice was laden with lust. Her passion was building up in her. Neeta too was getting excited by each spank. Kamila was mesmerized by the scene. She smiled at Manish for his audacity. She wished she was the one on his lap. Sumitra felt this was not a normal routine in their household. But she felt pride at her son conquering any woman that came in his sphere. She smiled outside, but was all excitement and passion inside.

'Don't you deserve the spanking, Mimi, for all the fooling you have done?' His hand came another five times, before he released her. Mimi felt something breaking inside her with the last slap. It was like it lasted a long time as she jerked. But being her head down, the others didn't notice her features. For the first time, she felt a wonderful orgasm flowing through her. Manish let her lay for a while. After a few minutes, she moved and slowly stood as Manish helped her to her feet. He looked that there were tears in her eyes. He thought his cousin would just take it up tough. But she was hurt. Manish's guilt wrapped him suddenly. Had he crossed some boundaries?

He said, 'Mimi, I was just..'

Mimi didn't know why but suddenly she started to sob. The always cheerful, darling of her family was letting emotions get the better of her. Neeta panicked seeing her daughter. Sumitra was suddenly hurt. She loved her Mimi so much. Kamila was surprised.

Manish tried to take her hand, but she shook it up from him. But he re-grasped it again, pulling her to sit on the couch beside him. He said, 'oh, Mimi, honey, I am sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I am really sorry.'

Mimi sobbed into her hands. She didn't know what she was feeling. Shame? Shame on having an orgasm in front of everyone? Shame on being punished? But she wasn't angry on Manish. In fact she felt the other way. For the first time, she started feeling shy around him. Manish put his hands around her.

'I am sorry, Mimi. I am really sorry. Please, hit me. Please, punish me, too.'

Sumitra was the first one to hug her niece. 'Mimi, darling. My bravest girl. I can't believe you are crying. Manish was just joking, honey. But he is a rascal, isn't he? You want to beat him. Just say it, honey. We will make him rue this day.'

Neeta kissed her youngest daughter on the cheek. 'Oh, honey, my baby, my dearest. Don't sob, baby. Mom hates to see you cry. Darling, I am sorry I let this fool spank you. I will kill him.'

Mimi said from her sobs, 'nobody will hurt my Manish.' Saying that, she hugged her cousin. Manish felt highly surprised and equally happy. Mimi still rooted for him. He felt he had hurt her not only physically but mentally. But it wasn't the case. He felt his cousin's soft boobs cushioning against his hard chest. He hugged her back.

She put her face in the crook of her neck and lay there for a while. Neeta really felt jealous at the proximity of her daughter. She was on the verge of envy earlier, but now, she felt jealousy ripping through her. She noticed her daughter happily resting against her lover. She was amazed at the pull of Manish for the women of her family. He was conquering slowly everyone. 

Kamila said, 'ok, lovey-dovey can take a rest. We need to get going. Manish, I am really feeling jealous with all the hugging both of you are doing. I am afraid, if you are going to marry my sister.'

Neeta said sharply, 'Kamila, enough is enough.' She didn't want this conjecturing thing happening with Manish. She didn't want Manish to feel constraints of match making. She wanted Manish to choose his mate at his leisure and interest. She didn't even like somebody uttering words of self declared bonds of love.

Kamila understood her mother. She diverted her attention to the luggage. She called the servant boy. His arrival let the high pheromone mood in the room subside. Mimi detached from Manish and composed herself. Within no time, she was back to her original, devilish self. Sumitra kissed her at every opportunity. Manish loaded their luggage into the cab. 

He said, 'alright, guys, we are running tight on schedule. The flight's at 2 PM and it is already noon. We should leave as early as possible. Me and mom will take our car and follow the cab. Is that okay?'

Neeta said, 'Manish, honey, can you wait for a few minutes. My stomach's a little upset. I need to use the washroom. Otherwise, bhabhi, you can take these two in the cab with you. Me and Manish will follow.'

Manish smiled at the address. Kamila arched her eyes at Mimi, who stifled her giggle. Sumitra just nodded, as though what Neeta was saying was a serious plea. His cousins and mom boarded the cab as it left, while Manish and Neeta returned inside the house. 

Hardly were they inside the hall and the servant boy was out of sight, when Neeta lunged at Manish and started kissing him. Manish hugged her back, taking her in his strong arms. Neeta enveloped his neck with her arms, as she gave his mouth undivided attention with her own mouth and tongue. His tongue was a divine offering to the lust she was feeling inside.




Lovely Auntie Ch. 11



She was breathless after a long kiss of ten minutes. She broke up the kiss, gasping for air and gasping for more. 

'You forgot your aunt, Manish? Did you? With all the teenage sluts craving for your attention, you cast your aunt aside.' She pushed him onto the sofa cushions as he sat back and watched his aunt and her perfect beauty. She turned her back to him and sat on his lap such that her ass crack through her sari aligned with his long and hard erection. She sat on the long pole lengthwise and squirmed making him moan.

'Was this how you felt when they sat on your lap?'

'Oh, Neeta. Nobody could compare with you.' she leaned back into his arms as Manish enveloped her waist in his hands. He too leaned back on the couch as Neeta maintained cheek to cheek position with him. Manish kissed her on the cheek as she moaned with the hard erection grinding the length of her ass crack. He rubbed her waist with his palms as she moaned. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took Manish's hands and pressed them to her chest.

Manish was happy when he found the absence of bra in her dress. Her firm breasts were for free for his groping and he liked the insistent hand of Neeta to take care of her puppies. He mauled the soft globes and pinched her long nipples as she threw her heard back, moaning in earnest. 

'I love you, Manish. I love you so much.'

'I love you too, Neeta.' Both of them kissed with wanton lust. 

'We are running short of time, aunty' Manish said through the kiss. 

Neeta got up from him and said, 'do we have time for a blowjob? I promise I will make it quick.' Manish smiled at her eagerness. 'Be my slut,' he replied.

Manish unbuttoned his trousers, keeping his shirt on. His long, rigid cock sprang out as Neeta sighed. 'Honey, would you fuck my cunt for a while, so that it will be properly hard for my slutty mouth?' she asked batting her eyelashes. She lifted her sari till her hips and started taking her panties off. Manish liked seeing her do it. It was one of the sexiest things she had done before him. Probably it was highlighted by her partially dressed state and her pearl necklace which was dangling between her luscious breasts.

Manish made her stand with her sari above her waist as he slowly walked to her and lifted one of her legs making an angle for his cock to spear her cunt. With copious lubrication at her slit, his rod swiftly slid in her pussy. Both of them kissed with passion as he fucked her with long, firm strokes. She could only moan at his handling of her.

After a few minutes of her cunt-pounding, Neeta, true to her promise, slid his cock out of her snatch and sat down on her knees, paying respects at the altar of his cock with her slutty mouth. Manish sat down on the couch as Neeta started sucking him in earnest. She gave the best of her oral talents, making him prod her tonsils with his weapon. Manish toyed with her long nipples as she see sawed his dick in her lusty mouth. Manish wasn't able to resist the skilful oral maneuvers of Neeta, as he started to cum. He came in long spurts and Neeta noticed the amount that was jetting into her mouth as she caught every bit of it.

Contrary to daily routine, she ran to the bathroom, with her mouth still full. Manish was recovering from her orgasm, when Neeta returned from the washroom, tidying herself up. She noticed Manish somewhat uneasy. 

'What's the matter, honey?'

'Did you spit my cum into the sink or down the toilet, aunty?'

Neeta smiled at him and said, 'you know I would never do that, honey. Your cum is precious to me. I love the taste of your cum. I never swallowed my husband's cum, Manish. But I seriously love to swallow yours.'

Manish was very happy on hearing that. He pulled into his arms kissing her again. 

'Somebody said we were running on short schedule.'

Manish laughed and said, 'yeah, we are. Now tidy yourself up properly. You look like a cheap slut in a trashy brothel.'

She smiled and obeyed him.

When they arrived, Kamila said on seeing his mom and Manish, irritatingly, 'my god! You two! What took you so long? I was sure that we were going to miss the plane.'

Looking at the two hot teenagers and two wonderful MILFs, many men were ogling at the group. Soon they started wallowing in envy as they noticed the young man was being flirted by the ladies.

Mimi was at his side in a constant hug. Manish loved the feel of her boobs and surreptitiously hugged her back enjoying the effect. Kamila too was at his other side, constantly grazing his arm with her breasts. Manish smiled at her, as she blushed. 

'Time to leave,' Neeta announced as they had to go into the departure's lounge.

Mimi kissed his cousin on his cheeks as she hugged him tightly one last time. Kamila too hugged him for a long time. Manish whispered into her ear, 'you are one of my favorite sluts,'

'My god! You got some ego on you. 'One of my sluts'?'

'Well, aren't you?'

'Wouldn't have given my cherry, if I wasn't.' she whispered.

'Tell your would-be that he would have to deal with me, as I will be needing my slut at my beck and call.'

Kamila smiled and said, 'forget about him. Just call me whenever you need me. I will be on your bed with open legs. Love you.'

'Same here.'

Lastly, it was Neeta. She melted in his arms as he hugged her. Mimi started taking pics with her camera. Neeta detached from him and looked into his eyes for a longish movement and said, 'love you' and before he could reply, she gave him a peck just beside his lips which didn't even last a fraction of a second. Manish was flabbergasted that his aunt would do that in public. He smiled as she let go his hug and turned towards her sister. She touched her feet, while her daughters followed the ritual. And then just like that, they left.

Kamila sat beside her mother in the plane while Mimi was seated in another one on the other side of the aisle. She was busy playing with a seven year old, who was showing his small multi-colored toy.

Kamila asked his mother, 'you love him very much, don't you, mom?'

'Manish is the type of person, whom everybody loves, Kams,' Neeta replied to her eldest daughter with a smile.

Kamila smiled back. 'I didn't even say who it was, mom, yet you went for Manish. It shows.'

Neeta blushed on hearing her daughter. She tried to regain her composure. 'Well, I thought we were discussing Manish.'

'Yeah, I know.' Kamila replied slyly. Neeta wanted to explain it clearly, but she knew that it would only make matters worse.

Kamila said, 'he too loves you, mom.'

Neeta felt pride at that statement. A hunk like Manish loving her back isn't a small achievement for a woman of her age. But she said, 'don't be stupid, Kams.'

'Well, he does. I have seen it many times in his eyes. And I also know that you both are lovers.'

Neeta's hands went to her mouth. 'Kams, you don't.......'

'It's okay, mom, I am not mad and I am not judgmental. For a woman of your beauty, you do deserve him. I have seen many middle aged women picking up lovers. Cheating is common.'

'I didn't cheat, honey.'

'Dad knows it??'

'There is nothing between me and Manish, Kams. Why are you...........'

'Mom, please, don't hurt my intelligence. I know these things. If you don't want to discuss, just tell me.'

Neeta said, 'yes, I don't want to.'

'Fine, then.' And Kamila looked away, though somewhat hurt. Neeta felt bad for her daughter but she didn't know if she was ready to discuss these things.

She said, 'Kams, please, honey, I am sorry, I shouldn't have been so......'

Kamila smiled at her mother. 'No, mom, you deserve privacy. But I know you two have something going on. Though I teased at first, I came to know slowly by your body language. Mimi doesn't know it. She just goes with my teasing. I know your side of the bed was empty last night till four in the morning. I am not that naïve.'

Neeta slowly said, 'I am sorry, Kams, I should have behaved like a proper mother. I might have embarrassed you with my actions.'

'Mom, mom, please, I am not judging you. Just because you are having an affair, I am not going to question your integrity on marriage and your role as mother. Everybody has their needs. I don't consider it anything wrong. I know you would never hurt dad and you would do nothing behind his back.'

Neeta felt a tear forming at the end of his eyes, 'I am so lucky to get such a beautiful and understanding daughter.'

'And you are also very lucky to have such a handsome hunk as a lover. When did it start, mom?'

Neeta looked at her tentatively. 'It's okay, mom. You can share with me. I want to know what made my mother a slut.'

'Don't use vulgar language, honey.'

'Sorry, alright. Now, tell me.'

Neeta didn't know if she wanted to tell everything between them. She said, 'can we talk something else, honey?'

Kamila too felt that she was being pushy. She smiled and said, 'sure, no problem.'

'Although, I must say you preceded me yesterday night.' Neeta said with a twinkle in her eye.

Kamila laughed and said, 'yes, I did.'

'I would have been okay last night, if you wouldn't have come with that tempting smell on you.'

Kamila grinned. 'It was obvious, wasn't it? Did I smell nice, mom?'

Neeta wanted to make up with the lack of info she was giving to her daughter about her affair. She said, 'oh, you smelled great, honey. It was the best odor in the world, at least for me. It really made me horny and led me to his bed for more of my own.'

Kams was surprised with her mom's talk. This was a lot more than her demure and modest pose, she kept herself in.

'Oh, I didn't know, my mom was such a slut.'

Neeta looked sexily into her daughter's eyes and said, 'you have no idea.'

Mother and daughter were now open to an entirely new kind of friendship.

Shyam was standing in the waiting lounge for his wife and kids. He was feeling a kind of thrill running through him as he was about to meet his family. Though it was a special occasion for him that his daughters were returning home after a period of four months, he couldn't completely rule out the issue that he was more impatient to meet his wife. She had been away from him for one week and he was already feeling lost without her. There was certainly romance in the air in the way he was bouncing on the balls of his feet scanning the just arrived crowd. He had heard from the announcer that the plane had just landed. It could be any moment he would get a glimpse of them.

And then he saw them. Neeta in the centre flanked on either side by their daughters. He noticed that his daughters had changed even in the small span of four months. They were looking a little more voluptuous, but his glance on their figures was only cursory and nothing more. His fatherly love was more than his physical attraction to them. But it was his wife, he was more impressed with. 

It was not every day he watched her dressed in a sleeveless blouse. He had urged her a lot of times to dress up in it, but she didn't take him serious enough. Her figure was alluring as it had always been. She looked to be the eldest sister of the troupe rather than the mother hen. He couldn't believe his luck being her husband. Men were looking at her with lust in their eyes. He noticed that her sari was a little low on her hips exposing her scintillating navel. It was more than he could take. She was wearing black goggles and was looking like a celebrity than anything else.

Shyam noticed there was a certain spring in her step, a certain exhilarated feeling in her being, which made her more distinctively enticing. Neeta looked at him and smiled, but she glided peacefully, while his daughters walked fast to hug him. Shyam felt very happy on seeing his daughters as he kissed them on their cheeks and hugged them tightly. As Neeta slowly approached them, he disengaged from them and hugged his lovely wife, gently, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. There was a lot more tender emotion in that chaste kiss, as it spoke of love and respect. Neeta took off her goggles, looked into his eyes, kissed him on the cheek and took hold of his hand, leaving the trolley of luggage. As she pressed his hands in between hers, she was conveying that she was happy to be back, happy to bask under the security of her dear hubby. They walked together towards the exit, as he pushed the trolley and with his wife by his side, he couldn't hope for any riches or happiness.

Kamila said, 'should hand it to both of you, dad. Even after these many years, you look like a just married couple. This is the longest mom has been away from you, after a long time and yet you have so much love for her. I am proud to say I have the best loving couple as my parents.'

Neeta looked lovingly into her husband's eyes, as their daughter lauded them. She noticed love in her husband's eyes. She felt strange that even after her trysts with her young lover, Shyam wasn't least bit bothered in showing his warmth to her. She was really lucky in this aspect. There are many of her friends who would cut their right hand to get a husband like him. She had seen her friends' marriages falling apart or going stale with no more love with their other halfs. But Shyam was always the supportive and loving husband as he had always been.

Mimi said, 'well, dad, your darling has a new boyfriend.'

Neeta smiled at her husband hearing her daughter. Shyam just smiled back.

'Isn't that bad, dad? Don't you think you should be angry or something?' Mimi said looking at his sister and gesturing her to join on the attack on their mother. Kamila would have joined in the fun if she hadn't been aware of the fact that Seema and Manish were lovers. But now, she felt guilty to play with the fact. That's why she just smiled and let her sister have the fun.

Shyam replied, 'Mimi, darling, I love her so much. What can I do?'

'Maybe you should spank her. You should tell her that boyfriends are no-go to her anymore.'

Shyam said, 'Mimi, your mother is beautiful and has the luxury of boyfriends. But that's not the case with me. I should hold onto my one and only wife and girlfriend.'

'Dad, don't say that. I have many friends who will like to hook up with you. Many times I heard them talking about how smart you are, when you visited our sports-week last year.'

Neeta arched her eyebrows hearing it. She said, 'there you go, Shyam. You have some admirers. So, what do you say??'

Shyam asked his youngest, 'really Mimi, who was the one asking for........'

'Don't you dare', Neeta said with daggers in her voice and eyes. 

Both the daughters shouted, 'this is double standards.' 'This is not acceptable.'

Shyam just smiled as he started loading their luggage in the car. Neeta said, 'yes, in my home, everyone plays by my rules.'

Kamila, the revolting one, ordered, 'let's put it to vote. Who doesn't support this play by mother's rules order?'

Expectantly, both the daughters raised their hands. 

'Dad, what's wrong with you? Why are you not raising your hand? She is clipping your wings with her hypocrisy.'

Shyam smiled, 'I can't, honey. I like playing by her rules.'

'That's my Shyam' Neeta said with pride and mischief in her voice. Both the daughters whined, but it was of no use. Soon, they all got settled in the car, with Shyam driving and his wife by his side. Both his daughters were in the back seat, making some small chat about their latest experiences in the college. Shyam attentively listened and joked with them. Neeta held his hand, massaging it in between hers. She was just looking ahead and was rejoicing in the warmth that their family was again together. 

Shyam said, 'now, Mimi, honey, do you see that bag in the back seat. Yes, that's the one. Open it. Yes, what do you see there?'

'Dad, it's some sort of wrapping, what is it?'

'Well, then open it.'

'Dad, it looks like a watch set.' Mimi asked with a puzzled expression on her face.

'Yes, honey and it is for you.'

Mimi shrieked and opened it to find a white strapped watch with black and gold dial. Mimi hazarded it must have been expensive. She scooted over to her dad through the gap between the two front seats. She kissed her father on the cheek and said, 'oh, dad, thanks so much. I love it.'

Shyam kissed his daughter's cheek and said, 'it's my pleasure, honey. Wanted to buy something for both of you as homecoming present. Kams darling, there's one for you, too.'

Kams found another watch with a pink strap and white and silver dial. It looked authentic. She too gushed over the watch and kissed her dad.

Neeta said, 'so, you forgot to buy something for your wife.'

Shyam replied, 'well, you know between this and that.'

Neeta really got a little peeved that her husband had ignored her. She would have huffed her disapproval, but she didn't want to behave childishly in front of her kids. She just shrugged her shoulders. But her daughters weren't quiet. They started abusing Shyam.

'How could you do this, dad?'

'You forgot to buy mom a present.'

'What did you think, dad? We are going to accept these gifts without you buying something for mom?'

Neeta said, 'hey, hey, what are you two talking about? Shyam bought them as you weren't with us for a long time. I have been with him all the while. What is the reason for him to buy me anything?'

'Well, you too were away for 1 week. You too are returning home.' Kams replied.

Neeta smiled at her daughter and said, 'but Kamila, we all went shopping day before yesterday and I bought you two dresses. Those were too gifts and I didn't buy your dad anything, isn't that selfish of me, too?'

Kamila and Mimi slowly nodded their heads. 'Sorry, dad.'

Shyam smiled at the conversation. 'You are apologizing to your dad? This is funny. Anyway, Neeta honey, would you slide your seat a little back, I am having problems looking at your window mirror.' As Neeta slid back, she felt something under the seat touching her foot. She found a small black plastic bag. She picked it up as her daughters looked on. 

'Shyam, what is this?'

He was all smiles looking at his wife's surprised features. 'Just look inside and you will see for yourself.'

Neeta understood when she fished the object from its cover. It was a necklace box. Her face was all aglow with happiness and expectation. She looked into her husband's eyes, lovingly and slowly released the clasp. When she opened it, she found a golden necklace with a diamond pendant at its centre. It sure looked very costly. She kissed her husband on the cheek, hugging him. 'You shouldn't have done that.'

Shyam said, 'well, such nice trinkets should belong to beautiful women like you.'

His daughters screamed. 'Wow, dad. You give mom the real thing and satisfy us with watches.' 'Unfair, dad.'

Shyam blushed, 'sorry, darlings. I thought you wouldn't approve of my jewel selection for you, guys. We will go shop this weekend and you can choose.'

Kams said, 'oh, stop, dad. We were just kidding. We are happy with whatever you gave us. Mom's really lucky though. She's got such a great guy for her husband.'

Neeta just stared into her husband's face with longing and affection.

They arrived home and Shyam unloaded the luggage into the house, as the girls ran inside. Neeta followed, doting on them and happy that everyone's back at the house. But she longed for her brother's family to be with her. Kamila and Mimi rung up their school-friends, talked with them and made plans to hit the city. As the two sisters were talking and gossiping in the hall, Shyam went into the kitchen where Neeta was sitting. She was waiting for her husband. When they thought that the coast was clear, both the husband and wife rushed into each other's arms and started kissing. While Neeta was insistent and forceful, Shyam provided comfort and was more receptive. He was off the ground with Neeta's sensuous tongue lapping at his own. 




Lovely Auntie Ch. 11



He rolled up his eyes in heavenly pleasure. Midway, Neeta broke it up and said, 'how was that, Shyam? That is the same tongue which had serviced my lover's cock, a few hours back.'

Shyam moaned on hearing her words. He went for her lips again as she stopped him and said, 'what's the hurry, hubby? Don't you want to hear of my lover's prowess?' she looked into his eyes as he hugged her. He was running his hands on her expansive back which was exposed from the deep back cut of her blouse. He noticed her blouse exposed as her pallu had fallen off. Her delicious cleavage with that rounded contours of her sexy bosom was making him mad with desire. She let him run his hands over her beautiful bottom, which was covered by the folds of the sari.

Her every feature was erotic and she was making matters more difficult to him by her sultry looks and tempting words.

She said, 'I have to say, hubby, Manish is one hell of a stud. He is so manly and captivating.'

She watched his face for his reactions. He looked vulnerable and was getting excited with her every word. She wanted him to get acquainted with what they were doing on the phone. She wanted to see how he would take it and how much did he love her to accept her happiness before his. His cock pushed into the folds of her sari against her mound. Though he was wearing his trousers, she could clearly feel his strong excitement. She pushed back her hips at him and said, 'oh, hubby's excited. Do you like your wife to be a slut?'

Shyam kissed her neck as Neeta pushed his head back. 'I am asking you something, Shyam. Do you like me to be a slut?'

'Yes, yes.'

'Do you like me to be a slut for my stud lover, Manish?'

'Oh, God! Yes.'

'Manish fucks me so good, you know.'

'Mmm.'

'He knows how to use his loins against mine. He is a perfect stud made just for fucking his slut, Neeta.'

'Oh, Neeta. Why are you doing this to me?'

'Say you don't enjoy that, hubby and we will drop it.'

'No, no. I love it. You are my goddess.'

Neeta smiled at him and said, 'you are right, darling. I am your goddess. You should worship me as I worship Manish's cock. I should have brought a photograph of Manish's cock, so that I can frame it and worship it on daily basis.'

Shyam pulled her head for a kiss. Neeta gave him a few pecks before pushing his head back again.

'Oh, hubby loves that. You love me being a whore to Manish, don't you?'

'Yes, yes, I do.'

'And yes, I am Manish's whore. He can come to our home anytime and fuck me anywhere. He doesn't have to ask permission from me or from you for that matter. He just needs to walk in here, while I service his cock with my eager and slutty mouth and tongue. My pussy will be his plaything whenever he chooses to. And if you have any problem with it, you should shut up and bear it. What do you say, hubby?'

'Oh, honey, I am fine with whatever you do. You are my goddess and whatever you say, I shall follow. I respect your bodily needs and I also agree that some of your needs should be fulfilled by superior studs like Manish.'

Neeta got excited hearing his words. She yanked open her blouse as her breasts came into view. Shyam slavered at the sight. No matter how many times he had the pleasure of looking at those beauties, he was never bored. He touched them tenderly and pressed them softly, while Neeta moaned. She said, 'yes, that's how you should handle my boobs, baby. You should handle them with care, while Manish may use his raw force and brutality on them. He owns them, you know, while you should respect them. Lick my nipples, while I imagine my lover's body.'

Neeta closed her eyes reveling in the soft licking of her nipples by her husband. He was tentative and flicked his tongue over the pink jewels as he softly felt the cushiony feeling of the mammaries. He made love to them and Neeta enjoyed it. She was enjoying the loving sensation of her husband's caresses. He showed her respect by his delicate handling of her. This was a sensuous make out session.

'Oh, Shyam. I love the way you are doing it, baby. You really love me a lot, don't you? I too love you,. But my body needs occasional rough fondling from my lover, honey. Do you understand that?'

He understood that Neeta was frank. She had some of her own hidden, physical desires, which she liked to be fulfilled by her youngster nephew. He was young, handsome and good. Who wouldn't be attracted to him? He also felt a strong support for his wife, as she was a beautiful lady and she should have the freedom to pick her lovers. She can't let go her feelings unchecked.

After a long session with her breasts, Neeta pulled him for a slow, sensuous kiss. She fondled his trouser covered organ with her small, dainty hands. She compared it with her lover's.

She said, 'it is a good dick, honey. But you have to get acquainted with the preferential treatment of Manish's cock over yours. His is the cock of a man, a stud. Yours just doesn't compare to him. Along with that, it has a nice girth at its head. Makes it easy for me to be his slave.'

Shyam moaned hearing that. His wife's rough handling of his pecker over the trousers along with that humiliating acceptance of her role to be Manish's slave was sending him over the edge.

She said, 'honey, why don't you go bolt that door before we carry on what we are going to do?'

Shyam rushed to lock the kitchen door. His daughters were out in the garden talking with the gardener and relaxing, while having conversation with their friends on phone, once in a while. When he turned he found his wife only in her sari with her discarded blouse, lying at her feet. Her wonderful breasts were on display and her full figure was luring him into any sin that he had on his mind.

'You look beautiful, honey.'

'Thanks, baby. I love you, you know that.'

'I do'

'Whatever I am telling you, is that hurting you? Am I causing you any mental harm?'

Shyam took her into his arms. 'Neeta. You know that I have had such fantasies since a long time. I had thought of working on them. But I was afraid of your reaction. I think this visit was a blessing in disguise for us. And Manish is such a good lad. I wouldn't have imagined any other person in that position. Playing with others would have made us tread dangerous grounds. I am happy for what happened.'

Neeta hugged him nuzzling her breasts against his chest. She slowly unbuckled his trousers and slid it off as it gathered around his ankles. The underwear he was wearing was showing his protruded organ making a strong tent. She fondled it over the cloth looking lovingly into his eyes.

'Do you really accept the position that I am putting you in?'

'Yes.'

'I may humiliate you even in front of him.'

'It will be tough, but that's what I asked of you.'

'Can you bear both of us kissing and making out in front of you?'

'Hhmm, yes.'

'Will you go down on me after he ravages my pussy and fills me up?'

'Oh, Neeta, I should, honey. Because you are my mistress.'

Neeta smiled at him, and slowly drew down his underwear to reveal his moderate sized pecker. She ran her fingertips over the entire length while he shivered. She fondled his balls, while he just moaned. She slowly jacked his organ making him wince. She bent down and licked the crown of his head. Her husband was shivering with all the attention she was giving to him.

She just applied flicks of her tongue at his cock's tip as he leaked pre-cum. But she didn't take him whole. She said, 'aren't you going to see me in the necklace you bought for me? Put it around my neck.'

Shyam found the jewel box in her bag. He opened it and took the glimmering golden necklace into his hands. The diamond was glittering at the center. He noticed her bare breasts and thought that the jewel was nothing compared to the twin points of her nipples. They were pink in color with rupee size areolas. They stood before the kitchen mirror. He went behind her while she adjusted her thick loose hair to one side. He put it around her neck and locked it behind her neck. The diamond pendant snuggled between her wonderful breasts. The jewel looked great on her as Shyam hugged her from behind smothering his organ against her bum, over the folds of her sari. He nuzzled her neck and said, 'it looks great on you.'

'Thank you, honey.'

He took her breasts in his hands, while slightly grazing his fingertips over her nipples. Neeta's eyes fluttered with the sensation of his hands. She said, 'you think you are the only who brought a present. I have got something for you, too.'

Shyam kissed her neck, 'really, what did you get for me?'

She reached for her bag-purse and extracted a small plastic bottle. It was transparent. She held it before Shyam's eyes for him to see. Shyam saw that there was some liquid inside. On close scrutiny, he noticed some whitish thing floating in the creamy liquid. Neeta asked with a sly smile in her eyes, 'do you know what that is?'

Shyam gulped on hearing her. He understood what that was. His heart beat fast. Talking fantasy was one thing. Facing the reality was entirely different. He was getting more excited with his cock hardening more strongly. Neeta detached from him giving him the bottle, while she took his cock and jacked it. She bent down before him and again swiped the head of his cock, while he looked at the bottle.

She said between the licks, 'I think you know what that is. Tell me, Shyam. What do you see?'

'Is it,............ is it cum?'

Neeta smiled between her licks and said, wickedly, 'hhmm, you are right, honey. Tell me, whose cum it is?'

'Is it Manish's cum?' his words caused his heart to explode in his chest. He knew for certain that he was completely cuckolded by his wife for the stud of a youngster of whom she was mad about. He started to experience the feeling. He was getting the super excitement he expected. His whole body was electrified with the thing in his hands and with his wife's tongue on his cock.

'Yes, darling. It's my stud lover's cum. Didn't I tell you that just before I left his place, I gave him a blowjob. Well, what you are holding is the evidence of it. It is his cum with the excess of my spit. It must show how much I drool over his cock. You have no idea how much he cums, honey. I tried to gather as much as I can, after swallowing some. Still I notice that the amount is moderate in amount. How is it feeling holding my lover's delicious cum in your hands? How are you holding up, honey?'

Shyam understood that it was the time if he had to back out of this fantasy playing thing. Neeta has upped the game and it was his decision now to make. She had played her turn and was waiting for his. If he accepted his position of a cuckold now, there would be no turning back. He would always be her slave. He felt electrified thrill running over each cell of his body. His dearest darling Neeta, his beautiful woman was cuckolding him and he was going to accept it. That's what he was craving for some time.

Shyam said in short breaths, 'oh, Neeta. You will kill me some day. Oh god! What are you doing to me? Why are you playing with me? Still, I love you. I love the fact that you are taking control of me. I am your slave.'

Neeta smiled at his acceptance of his role as cuckold. She jacked his cock, stopping her oral action. 'You know, what we are going to do with that prize of a possession. Give it to me.'

Neeta took the small bottle as her husband watched her holding his cock in her dainty hands. She slowly poured a small amount of the mixture on his cock as he shivered. She was holding off his orgasm at the last moment always keeping him on edge. A small trickle of the bottle contents bathed his cockhead and was slowly sliding along the length, when Neeta licked it. She licked whatever mixture was there on his cock. Shyam moaned loud. This was the best ever excitement he ever had. He was jealous of his wife's lover, who had made her his slave, that she was worshipping his cum. Neeta tipped more contents on his phallus and licked it up.

She was just using his cock as a base to drink up her lover's cum. She was a real slut. Till now, he had only seen the modest wife in her. But what magic a stud's cock has done to her! She was head over heels in passion with her lover. 

Neeta made sure that not even a single drop was wasted as she licked the liquid. 'oh, what a great taste, honey? It makes me horny, drinking this delicious cum. Do you know how much I am leaking in my panties?'

She got up and placed the small bottle carefully on the kitchen table. She lifted the fold of her sari to reveal her panties. She pushed the gusset of the panties aside revealing her excitement. She was soaking wet with her panties fully drenched.

Shyam got to her side and touched her glistening pussy. She moaned. 'hhhmm, yes. I needed that. I needed some touch on my quim. I know you can do better with your tongue.'

He flicked his fingers on her folds as Neeta moaned. 'but licking my cunt is for later. First I have some snack to finish.'

She released her sari and got down on her knees. She again poured the bottle's contents on to his cock and slurped it off against his moans. Shyam noticed she looked resplendent with the necklace and pendant and with her eager mouth licking off her lover's cum. It took another five minutes to wholly finish her snack. She made sure that he didn't have his orgasm whole through the ordeal.

When she finished, she sat on her knees with a wide smile and said, 'how was that hubby?'

'It was great, honey. Finish me off, please.'

Neeta looked at him wickedly and said, 'oh, what a bad man you are, Shyam? We have our daughters just outside in the garden and you are talking of sex in broad daylight. Shame on you for having an erection at this time of the day. You always have sex on your dirty mind, don't you? We have grown up daughters in the house for god's sake. Come on, tidy yourself up. We need to go into the hall.'

She arranged her sari while mischievously smiling. She noticed Shyam standing in the middle of the kitchen with his cock standing straight and with stunned look on his face. He couldn't believe she left him in the middle hanging. She said, 'who do you think you are? My stud lover, Manish, whom I cater to his needs at any time of the day. You are a man with average sized cock and you need to get grounded to the reality of the situation. Come on, let's go. First I will have a bath and arrange for dinner. It's tough for me to cook after the journey.'

Saying that she left him, while he fixed his pants and made himself presentable. It sent him a thrill of perverse pleasure on seeing that his wife had left him hanging. He was excited with the concept that the bottle of contents was the sole reason for him having the excuse of a partial blowjob. She was cuckolding him on every level and he loved it.



Lovely Auntie Ch. 12



Neeta and Shyam were excited the whole day. They looked at each other with longing glances, as they moved around their daughters, carrying on household duties. Shyam was on hair trigger mode. He just needed a small prod towards his orgasm. Neeta enjoyed watching him squirm with excitement with her coquettish glances. She recollected her newly married days, when they were around Shyam's parents and were looking for a small excuse to go into the bedroom. It looked as though her journey to her brother's was a good thing as it had ignited their romance.

Kamila noticed her parents' movements and she was happy with what she was seeing. Their romance had stood the test of time, which is a very good thing. She loved them very much and was happy with their frolicking. Shyam was getting in touch with how much he loved his wife. She was an angel and he was real lucky to be with her. He slowly understood the full effect of her sexuality. Her regal demeanor and her pristine beauty were just adding to the oomph which was already there in excess. She was dressed in a light white cotton sari with a blouse which was totally backless and with very, very short sleeves. Her wonderful back was constantly paining Shyam's cock as he adjusted his pajamas every now and then. It was like his adolescent days when he used to look at pictures in nude magazines and used to walk with a tent in his pants. He tried to grope her whenever he had the chance, but she firmly pushed him away.

She said, "Shame on you, Shyam. We are around our daughters and you are thinking of playing around."

The night, which Shyam was looking forward to, arrived and he hurried dinner and post duties, so as to rush for the bedroom. Neeta smiled silently as she watched him wash the dishes, so that they can hasten to the bed. Her panties had moistened with the anticipation of the night and also with the way he was worshipping and adoring her beauty. 

In the bedroom that night, Shyam waited on his bed with hard-on as his wife said goodnight to her daughters and came in. she was looking exquisite in her sari, like a sexual goddess. She looked at him lustily and moistened her lips with her tongue, with seductive appeal. She approached the bed with the exaggerated sway of her hips. Her sari had been pushed down a little bit more than it was earlier and her sexy navel was on show. Shyam breathed hard taking in her as whole. She lay on her side of the bed and said, "ok then, honey, good night."

Shyam groaned. He approached her and put his hands on her navel, as Neeta pushed them away with a smile.

"What happened to you, Shyam? Don't you know what the word, "goodnight" means? It says that we are done for the night and it's time to sleep."

"Neeta, honey. Please, don't push me away. I have been torturing myself with a constant hard on throughout the day. Please, relieve me."

Neeta dropped her pallu exposing her blouse covered breasts. She ran a finger on her inch long delicious cleavage, while she put another finger in her mouth, biting it sensuously. Shyam was breathing heavily as he saw her seduction techniques. 

"You are my goddess. You are the ultimate sexual goddess, Neeta. I am lucky to have you as my wife. Please, baby, let this servant of yours enjoy the pleasure of your beauty."

Neeta noticed the way her husband was eyeing hungrily all her body. He was just idolizing her. She said, "what good is it you being my husband, if you don't get all the benefits of being one. Now that I have tasted a strange cock, I don't see anything special in you, which attracts me. For all what you have in your pants, it might just be a toothpick. Do you think you deserve a beautiful woman like me for your wife? You are in bad shape, with heavy paunch, less hair on your head and with a very loose body. I see no reason why I should let you share my bed."

Shyam was as hurt as excited by her words. His cock stood with more alertness than before. He felt like crying. His wife knew how to push him towards the sexual high.

He said, "oh Neeta, I know why you are saying those words and playing with my emotions. My love and devotion increases with your every move. I love the independent woman in you. I love the way you are calling all the shots and making me your slave. I agree that I don't match your beauty and am not fit sleep with you. But, please honey; please I beg you, let me have my much needed orgasm."

Neeta loved that he had put his emotions in her hand. He had given her the control of his orgasm to her. She loved to be the one to give him permission for relief. She wanted to cash on that opportunity. She smiled at him wickedly, "no honey, you are not to have your orgasm until I tell you, is that clear?"

Her voice was authoritative and Shyam shook with obedience. She asked again, more firmly, "is that clear?"

"Yes, darling."

"You have to earn your orgasm. Although there is nothing attractive in you for me, there is one thing in you, which I can't fail to admire. It is your tongue."

She smiled and ran her finger along her cleavage as Shyam squirmed on the bed. 

"Take off your pants, honey." Shyam obliged and took off his night pants. His dick was starting at full mast. Neeta smiled at his organ and said, "yours just doesn't compare to my lover's, honey."

Shyam tugged on it. Neeta said, "don't touch it, Shyam. I didn"t give you permission."

He stopped his jacking abruptly. She started unhooking her blouse as her beautiful breasts came into view. Her bust which was moderately on the bigger side was her husband's favorite. Though he watched many porn movies, he didn't come across tits beautiful than hers. The shape of her jugs along with that sensuous, pinkish nipples with her meaty and delicious areolas, made him worship them. She was braless and she shucked off her blouse onto the ground beside the bed. She thumbed on her nipples, moaning and with heavy lidded eyes, she bit her lips. All the sexual high was getting to her.

"Come, baby," she beckoned her husband. Shyam slid towards her side.

"Now is the time to take that beautiful implement of yours and use it on me. Not your cock, honey. Not in your dreams. Come on, mommy needs some tongue on her aching nipples."

Shyam was getting beside himself with his wife's cruel words. But he liked them immensely. He took his hands and started massaging her globes. Neeta slapped his hands away. She firmly said, "I don't remember asking you to use your hands. You should be in your limits, Shyam. If you are so rebellious, then I don't have any use of you here. You can go back to sleep."

"I am sorry, I am sorry, Neeta. I will do as you tell me."

Neeta took his head by getting hold of his hair and pulling him onto her chest. He obliged. Shyam caught her nipple into his mouth and swiped his tongue over it as Neeta moaned loud. "Ohhhhhhhh! Hhhhmmm, uuunnnggg, baby. You have a wonderful tongue, no doubt about that. Come on time to use it good. Hhmm, I love it. I love your tongue."

Shyam thoroughly got down to work as he sucked on her pinkish, wonderful nipples. Neeta bit her lips as her husband sucked on her teats. She liked the new romantic tension between them. She is the one, who is going to call the shots from now on. Shyam had to oblige. She wanted to push him as far as she can. She ran her fingers in his hair as he undividedly gave her nipples all the attention. Neeta writhed on the bed with the physical stimulation and the erotic nature of the situation. There started a great itch in her cunt. She squirmed more as it increased. She pushed off her husband and got down from the bed. She disrobed as she took off her sari and her petticoat. She wasn't wearing any panties and so was nude under. As Shyam watched her in full nude, he couldn't help admire her beauty. Her stomach was almost flat and her pussy was like that of a teenager's. She looked to be not more than in her late twenties.

She came back to the bed, slowly sprawled on to the middle as Shyam managed to keep to his side without touching her. She smiled to herself as she observed that he was following the order of not touching her until she gave him the permission. She played with her thick strands of her hair as she looked at him with a seductive glance. She kept her hair behind her ear. Her thick wavy hair which was falling on her forehead was another great feature of hers. She again massaged her breasts and with her other hand she patted her pussy, as she sprawled open her legs. She played with her wonderful gash as her husband just slavered away.

"You want a piece of the action, hubby?"

"Yes, yes, please."

"Hhmm, what's worthy about you to make you join in the action?"

"I am your husband."

"That's a cheap trick. I should expect from wimps like you to play it. You want to make me realize my moral grounds and give into your pathetic needs. No doing, hubby. My cunt belongs to my lover Manish. He has all the rights over it. He gets to fuck it with his big cock whenever he chooses to. Oh, my god, I am all bothered with the thought of my lover, Shyam. Come, in the mean time, just latch on to my teats and show your eagerness to serve me."

Shyam eagerly took her big teats into his mouth and started sucking like a newborn. He swirled his tongue over the hard nubs of her excitement as Neeta's eyes fluttered and she contained her moans by biting her lower lip. She took one hand into her husband's hair while with the other she frigged her womanly folds. The touch of her own hand on her pussy made her give out a loud moan. She was living orgasmic high with all the events happening around her. She was mesmerized by the change of her life over a matter of 2 weeks. This was the sexual peak stage in her life and she was living the dream. She had a great young lover and her husband was ever willing to let her have her affair whenever she chose. His subservience to her was erotic to say the least. She noticed the way he had kept his hands off her as she didn't give him permission.

"Shyam, you can use your hands now. Who do you think will serve my other nipple while you suck on one?"

Shyam was elated with the permission given. It was like dangling a carrot in front of a donkey. The great beauty on the face of earth was there before him and he wasn't able to enjoy it. 

"Thank you, darling" he took his hands and pawed those wonderful breasts. Though he had been with her all through her life, her boobs looked more intoxicating. He caressed them with a force bordering between hard and harsh. He didn't want to cause pain.

"Hhmm, I love your touch, baby, I have always loved your touch. But, look at the way you are pawing my boobs. No need to stop the tongue action, honey. Uuuuuunnnnnnnngggggg! Yes!! You don't have that harshness of the youth which my lover possesses. He just pinches my teats and mauls my udders. He doesn't care a damn about his slut. That's what a slut like me deserves. A wimp like you couldn't do those things to me. Even if you want to, you don't have my permission. Swirl your tongue around my teats and nipples, but no teeth bites on them. Because, you are not man enough for it."

Shyam was humiliated by her words. But he found them highly arousing. She was just doing what he wanted all along. He wanted her to dominate him. To push him and prod him towards the sexual high, while playing with his mind. He just moaned into her teat, while writhing on the bed. He surreptitiously humped on the bed. 

"Now, what do you think you are doing, Shyam? Mommy knows everything. You shouldn't do that. You shouldn't play with your small dick, honey, unless I tell you to. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Neeta. I am sorry."

"That's okay, babe. I will take you through the ropes. I will make you a proper cuckold. Shall I, honey? Do you want to be my well behaved cuckold?"

"Yes, yes, I want to."

"Do you know what a proper cuckold does, Shyam? Do you know the duties of a dutiful cuckold? Do you want to be one?"

"Oh, Neeta, yes, I want to be your cuckold."

"Hhmm, eager, aren't we? Well, my dear cuckold, there are some ground rules, which you need to follow."

"Tell me, baby."

"First thing, your prime importance in life is me, my happiness, my desires and my bodily needs."

"I agree."

"You need to be at my beck and call, whenever I need you. You should have my permission for having an orgasm. Your orgasms aren't yours. They are mine. Even if you want to touch your cock to pleasure yourself, you should ask me."

Shyam released a deep sigh, hearing it. His cock was stiff and his heart beat rapidly at this first rule. Neeta carried on.

"You shouldn't be bothered by my personal affair with my lover. I will go fuck him whenever I can. I shall bring him home and entertain him here and you should just show proper respect to him like you show me. Will you?"

"Yes, I will."

"You will be in charge of cleaning up of my bed and undergarments from now on. I don't want our maid or washerwoman to handle them. You will also be in charge of my lover's underwear and cleaning as and when needed."

Shyam's libido overcharged with his wife's words. This new rule made him quiver more with excitement. He nodded, "yes, Neeta."

"When my lover enters our home, you will be our servant."

"Ohhh!"

"Stop whimpering, honey." She detached him from her nipple and looked him straight in the eyes as she said, "When he visits me, you will scurry around him carrying refreshments and managing change of clothes for him."

"Hhmm, yes, yes, Neeta."

Neeta smiled with the eagerness he was accepting his position. She flicked her finger at his stiff member which was bobbing up and down. He moaned. She took his penis lightly between her fingers and slowly jacked him, as Shyam sighed.

"You will use your tongue on me as and when I need you to use it. You should clean me up after I had been thoroughly fucked by my lover. This includes cleaning my cunt of any semen and my breasts of any cum, my lover chooses to shoot on his slut." 

She jacked him slightly with her left hand as with her right she frigged her pussy which was leaking with her womanly juices.

"If I approve of your behaviour, I will give you my permission to masturbate. Your chance of having sex with me will decline from now on."

"Okay, honey."

"You shall give me my privacy while changing my clothes. I don't want to be seen nude by any other male than my lover."

"But,..."

"No, buts, Shyam. Is that clear? You should knock and enter our bedroom. I should be given my privacy. Is that clear?"

This rule was clearly the best erotic moment he had. It made his wife consolidate her position over him. She was exhibiting the power and dominance she had over him with that rule. He loved the independent and powerful Neeta lying before him with utter confidence in her eyes and her words.

"I will, honey." 

Neeta smiled at him. She loved giving him that guilty, sadistic pleasure. She said, "okay then, cuck hubby, come and serve your wife. Pay your respects to my cunt."

Shyam was overwhelmed with happiness as he was given permission to her cunt. But he knew that he was invited for showcasing oral talents, nothing more. He eagerly kissed her slit as Neeta took hold of his hair and said, "lick my pussy, honey. Lick my faithless slit, which had been at my lover's mercy since the last 1 week."

And Shyam just did that. He slowly swiped his tongue along her folds as Neeta smiled. She was happy for the way her husband was submitting to her. And she also noticed the magic of his tongue. He was really good with his tongue. Be it be on her breasts or on her pussy. Earlier, when they made love, pussy licking wasn't something they did regularly. He did it occasionally and Neeta loved it. But after the recent episode of Manish, Neeta felt Shyam should be focused on licking his pussy as it may aid in his subjugation. It also made her high. Shyam was happily bobbing along the length of her slit as he used his tongue. 

He really loved this job. He noticed the way his wife was squirming with pleasure. That his main job, isn't it? Satisfying his wife. He applied vacuum occasionally along the fat lips of her cunt. Neeta played with his hair and with her other hand, she pinched her nipple. She took his free hand and made it lie on his other breast. Shyam gently played with her nipple, while he diligently sucked her womanly treasure. She was leaking copiously with excess of her pussy juices. He took hold of the hard nub of her clitoris, as Neeta moaned loud.

"Oh, cuck darling, bite it, bite my clit with your mouth."

Shyam teased it with his teeth as Neeta gave a sudden lurch and had a massive orgasm. Her husband played with her tits and sucked her leaking pussy as she had one of the best with his ministrations.

She got hold of his hair, roughly and pulled his face onto hers, as she kissed him. Shyam aligned his cock along her spasming cunt. His cock length was along her gash. Though he didn't enter her, he humped slowly as Neeta kissed him vigorously, playing her tongue with his. They exchanged a lot of saliva as she tasted herself on his tongue. Shyam liked the vigour of his wife and his cock was all stiff to be entered into her. But Neeta was slowly climbing off her orgasm. She hugged him with all the love in her and kissed him more. It lasted for another ten minutes. They were like newly-weds, now.

After a while, Shyam spooned his erection along her ass, as they talked. 

"I love you, Neeta."

"I love you, too, babes. Was that all hard on you? Did I hurt you, honey?"

"No, no. you didn't. You know I like playing."

"But still, I was harsh, wasn't I?"

"Darling, it's okay. I love to play this game, you know that. Earlier, when we talked I gave you many hints along these lines. I am happy that you picked them up. Manish helped a lot, I admit."

Neeta looked into his eyes over her shoulder. He was looking with tenderness in them.

"Shyam, I was sorry being so harsh on the phone, while I was with Manish."

"Come on, baby. You know me. You don't need to apologize."

"Still, I was very rude. I really humiliated you."

Shyam rubbed his cheek along hers as he said, "I liked it, Neeta. I don't know why but strangely I liked it. Even now, your humiliation was getting me on. It was the real spice."

Neeta asked him, "what we talked now, it's all fantasy, isn't it?"

"What do you want it to be honey?"

Neeta took her hand back to his cock holding in her dainty hand and started jacking it slowly.

"It's all up to you, babe. I am really guilty for what all happened. I want to cut it off with Manish. Enough is enough. Not that I don't love him, but I don't want to be harsh on you."

Shyam loved the tenderness in her voice. He also loved his wife's hand on his organ. He kissed along her neck as he massaged her boobs.

She said, "And what is this, Shyam? You look like you have lost some weight. Are you feeding yourself properly?" There was harshness in her tone as she continued.

"My God! I can't leave you even for a few days, can I? What's wrong with you, honey? I don't like it when you don't care your health. You are the man I love the most. I don't want to see this losing weight thing again, do you hear?"

"Yes, Neeta. I hear."

She turned towards him and slid along the bed. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth as she flicked her tongue along the pee slit.

Shyam liked the tenderness and love in her movements. She really wanted to satisfy him. She was now taking her wifely duties seriously.

He said, "compare my cock with Manish's, Neeta"

Neeta looked at him and said, "you are again starting it, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am."

Neeta licked along the length of his cock slowly as she made love to it. She detached her mouth and jacked it with her hand as she said, "Shyam, we don't need to do this, baby. I love you so much. I am feeling guilty that I am sharing my love for you with someone else."




Lovely Auntie Ch. 12



Shyam took hold of her hips as he kissed her lips, softly and said, "Neeta, I love you too. There's no doubt about that. I don't know but I have these cravings to see you as a powerful, independent woman. I love it when you wear the pants in this house. I just want to adore you, worship you. You are the holiest and purest thing that ever happened to me. I want to see you happy and I want to cater to your needs, physical or anything. If you want to have these itches scratched with a competent lover, I like for you to go ahead with it. I don't feel bad about you or my opinion of you would never change."

Neeta smiled softly looking into his eyes. "You are really addicted to this cuckold idea, aren't you?"

"Yes, babe. Oooohhhhh! I love the soft touch of your hand so much, honey."

"But you love my mouth more, Shyam, I know. Before I continue, let me tell you this, its fantasy for me strictly till I make my decision."

"Hhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm! You are the boss woman."

Neeta smiled looking into his eyes, as she again licked his cock head. "so, cuck hubby, you want me to compare your prick with my lover's."

"Yes, babe."

She swiped her talented tongue along the length and batched it in her saliva as she took his cock in her mouth. She bobbed her mouth up and down as Shyam moaned. She took it out of her mouth momentarily jacking it as she said, "you have some nerve, imagining something like that. Your worthless prick and Manish's wonderful cunt-plougher!!"

Shyam moaned as he heard those words. She really knew how to push his buttons. 

"Shyam, get accustomed to this, if I give you a blowjob, it's because I am just throwing you a bone for being a pathetic, wimp cuckold. But if I do it for Manish, I do it as my privilege."

Neeta liked hearing him writhe and moan. She knew Shyam was enjoying being humiliated. 

"Sucking Manish's cock is an honour, so is being his slut. You don't even know the zeal with which I give him head. If you ask me to give me a blowjob, I would say to you to go fuck yourself. But if Manish demands it I may even pleasure him even before a big crowd. I offer him my breasts at those times, so that he may assess my quality of service and agree for future chances."

She took his cock again sucked him roughly as he sighed a deep sigh. She bathed his underside of the cock and again popped the whole cock into her mouth as she sucked him hard for a whole minute. She played her tongue along his pee slit as she did that. 

She took it out again and started pulling at it with her small hands as she said, "you just don't measure up to him, Shyam. He is a stud and you are a worthless junk. His cock's length and girth make me have orgasms. But yours just make me laugh. When he fucks me with it, he makes my womb reverberate with his thrusts. For that wonderful equipment, I may just be his slave. He just needs to call me and I will be in his dungeon all tied up and gagged and ready for his use, whenever he desires. You know just before we left for the airport, I literally begged him to fuck me. When was the last time I asked that of you? I frankly don't remember it."

Holding the cock in his hands, she flicked the tip with her tongue as she looked into his eyes and said, "you know what I would do for Manish which I don't do with you? This."

She released him again and running the tongue along the underside of his organ, she continued it along the sac. Shyam shuddered with her activities. She sucked his ball sac. She took one of it inside her mouth and applied a harsh suction pressure on it as he whimpered in pain and pleasure.

"And this!!"

She ran his cock on her face just rubbing it along her cheeks, lips, chin and forehead as though she was worshipping it.

"And this!!"

She sucked his ball sac again for some time and then slowly she ran her tongue behind it along the midline till she reached his anus. Shyam was not able to believe the things his wife was doing to him. She was killing him. She never sucked anywhere near his anal area. But now, she was sucking around the peri-anal region. Slowly, she ran her tongue to his asshole. She flicked her tongue a few times, as Shyam came with a harsh grunt. Neeta jacked him as he spurted copious amounts of his jism. She made sure that it landed on her breasts. She smiled at him as he finished.

"Enjoyed it??"

"Very much, Neeta. My God! You are a real sexual goddess. I love you."

"That's a lot of times in one day. Come here."

Shyam came near as she beckoned him towards her breasts. She looked into his eyes and he understood what she meant. She wanted him to taste his own cum from her breasts. Her look was all that was needed to make him obedient. He licked his semen off her breasts as she smiled at the discipline he was showing around her. She wanted to play with him further.

"You know that's not what I would ask of Manish. I would either drink his cum myself straight from his wonderful cock or take his tasty dollops off my breasts to my mouth. Or I would even love to rub it on my breasts and nipples. He did that a lot of times to me. But that's the difference between a stud and a wimp. I love the way he takes hold of my hair and simply fucks me or my mouth whenever he wants me. What would you know?"

Shyam hugged her again as he kissed her. Neeta returned his kiss with much more passion. She noticed that their love was just multiplying. They played with each other's tongue for a long time as they lay on the bed. 

After a while, still hugged, Neeta said, "you really are getting into this, honey."

"I do. Did you really tongue his anal area?"

"No, Shyam. I was just playing with you."

"Would you do it if you got the chance?"

"Maybe."

"Would again do it with me?"

Neeta smiled and said, "seriously, I won't. And I know that you love my answer."

"Oh! I do, honey, I really do. Now, seriously compare our cocks."

She laughed. "You are really bothered, I can say. Let me say it truthfully. You have a good cock. But it doesn't compare to him. His organ just makes me squirm. It's long and wide, what more could I ask for. Whenever I got the chance, I fondled it. It really was something. I was so crazy to get fucked by it just before leaving because I didn't know when I would get the next chance. I am really in love and in awe of his cock. Does that make you happy?"

Shyam looked a little hurt and jealous, but excited at the same time. Neeta kissed him on the cheek, "I am sorry, but you wanted the details."

"And I loved them. I love you, too."

"I love you, too, very, very much. Nothing could come between my love for you, Shyam. You can be assured of that."

"Hhmm, I missed our cuddles."

"You know newborn babies gain good weight with cuddles from the mother."

Shyam kissed her neck and cheek as he said, "please, mommy, would you let me hug you? Would you let me suck your breasts?"

"Hhmm! Mommy missed you too, honey. Come, suckle on them, baby."

Shyam latched onto her teats as he played with her wonderful ass. Slowly, both of them drifted off to sleep.

Neeta didn't go to the office next morning as she wanted to sleep. She was exhausted by previous day's journey. Shyam left to work kissing on her cheek. It was ten in the morning when she felt somebody hugging her from back. She slowly turned to notice Kamila hugging her mother.

"Good morning, mom."

Neeta smiled at her daughter kissing her on the cheek. Kamila was hugging as though they were spooning. Neeta was dressed in her nightgown. In the middle of the night, she changed into it as she didn't want to be improper before her daughters. The nightgown was almost see-through. it was strictly limited to the bedroom. It fit properly at the waist and Neeta looked extra sexy in it. It was her birthday gift for her husband.

Kamila kissed Neeta's cheek and neck as the latter laughed. 

"What's up with my daughter, today? Love pouring out. Need some favour, Kams?"

Kamila continued smothering her kisses. She said, "come on, mom, can't I love my mother?"

"I love you, too, honey."

"Mom, you really are beautiful."

"And you are pretty, too."

Kamila smiled hearing her mother. But she knew that her mother was a great beauty. Even in her age, she looked like a schoolgirl with bright eyes, nice cascading hair and hour glass figure. Dad is really lucky to get her, Kamila thought. She had noticed the way men behaved around her mother. She was always the focal point of attraction. She exuded sensuality from every pore. Manish was no exception. And even last night, her father was ready to be at Neeta's feet at the first chance. He was really slavering away for her.

"No, mom, you are one hell of a beauty. Dad was panting almost the whole time he was with you. And I also noticed how dad's friends and male relatives look at you at parties. They would like you to get in touch with you in person at the first chance. I have noticed. Oh, how I would like to look like you, mom?"

"Kamila, you are way better than me, darling."

"Am I?" she took her mother's boobs into her hands from behind. Though they were clothed, Neeta felt her daughter's sensation on her bust very erotic.

"Kams!!"

"What about them, mom? They look to be in best of shape for me. I would die for a pair of tits like you have. They are not massive but they are delectable. When you walk around in your sari, I notice how seductively they juggle. Imagine what happens with men."

Kamila noticed her mother close her eyes and moaning softly. But Neeta said, "yours are very nice, too, Kams. You just don't realize that."

"Not better than these." Kamila said as she slowly pinched her mom's nipples through the cloth.

"Kamila, when I was young, I was almost flat chested. You have such a nice figure at such a young age. Raj is really a lucky boy."

"And Manish too and a lot of other guys, too, mom," Kamila chuckled. Neeta couldn't stop but give a laugh.

"You are a devil, Kams."

"But mom, do you know what men notice most about you? It's your ass. It is the best I have ever seen."

Saying that, Kamila ran her hand over her mom's ass cheeks through the nightgown. She kissed her mother on the cheek as she again directed her hands to her mom's breasts. She slowly pulled off the lace tyings that were there on her chest.

"What are you doing, Kamila?"

"I want to touch them, mom."

"Stop it, honey. Mimi is outside. She will know."

"No, she isn't. She is out with her friends. Just let me run my hands over them once, mom, please."

"Okay."

Kamila slowly turned her mother towards her. She looked into her eyes as she went about untying the small strings that were there. Already she saw the pink nipples through the transparent cloth. Neeta affectionately touched her daughter behind the ear, as she adjusted her loose hair behind it. She noticed her daughter was wearing a t shirt and night pant. 

"You have a lovely pair, too, baby. I know you are the hottest girl in your class."

"Hhmm, don't let Mimi hear you" both of them, chuckled. Neeta didn't know what was happening but she liked the bonding session that was taking place. She wanted her daughter to confide in her, her problems. This was the perfect moment for it.

"So, Raj is okay with everything happening."

"Mom, I told you he is like dad. Caring, loving and kinky."

Neeta smiled at her daughter's words. Kamila opened the lapels of the nightgown which were united at the mid section. She softly whistled looking at the lovely pair of knockers. Though she had seen them earlier accidentally a lot of times, on close inspection, they were better than what she thought. She touched her fingers lightly on the breast contour as Neeta sighed softly.

"Like them, honey??"

"A lot, mom. Can I suck them?"

"Oh, honey, they are yours to do as you please." Neeta liked the way her daughter was attracted to her breasts. She didn't know Kamila had some lesbian tendencies. In her college days, most of the girls in her dormitory indulged in mutual pleasure giving. Though, she never did. Only once her best friend fondled and kissed them.

Kamila eagerly took the left breast in her mouth as she kneaded it roughly in her hands. Neeta mused the way her breasts are being used in the last 24 hours. Manish had his fill of them, the day before. Her husband revered them last night and it was her daughter's turn, now. All the three people, she liked the most.

Kamila was lost in the wealth of the mammary tissue her mouth was trying to devour. She sensed a primeval feeling in her raise its head. It was like she belonged in the secure cocoon of her mother.

She slowly said, "it's like I am really back home, mom."

Neeta hugged her daughter hard and said, "oh, Kamila, I am always there for you, darling. No matter what happens I will always protect you. You are apple of my eye. Go on, darling. Enjoy my breasts. I am reminded of my days when I had you. You were so demanding of your feed. It was the first time I lactated and it was a great feeling. Though I had it when I had Mimi, too, but the first time was special. Go on, Kams. They are yours to do you as you please."

Kamila sucked for a while and she slept in that position with the teat in her mouth. Neeta didn't disturb her as she slowly dozed off for a while. She sensed her daughter moving. 

"I can't believe I slept, mom. Was that how you used to lull me to sleep?"

She kneaded her mom's breasts as Neeta just smiled at her. She said, "now, your turn, honey."

"Sure, mom" Kamila whipped off her t shirt in a flash. The tender tits of her daughter were substantially moderate. She didn't know why her daughter was so worried. She too had pinkish nipples.

"Oh, Kams. Such a nice pair. I don't know why you are complaining. I don't see why any of your boyfriends would complain about them."

"They don't, mom. But yours are magnificent."

Neeta took hold of her daughter's tits as she swiped her tongue on one of them. 

"Oh, mom! I like it."

"Do you have a girlfriend in the hostel, darling?"

"Hhmm! Yes, mom. Radha, you know her?"

"Yeah, yeah, I remember that girl. She is a pretty lady."

Kamila said, "I have always wanted to do this, mom. When you were around, I used to have this compulsion to sneak behind you and press your boobs. But I kept myself in check. Did you have any girlfriend when you were young, mom?"

"No, Kams, I didn't have those feelings. Strange, isn't it?"

Both the mom and daughter pair hugged as Kamila asked, "mom, I want to ask you something?"

"Hhmm! I sensed it. What's bothering you honey?"

"Did I hurt you in some way or the other by being flirtatious with Manish?"

Neeta was surprised by that question. She didn't know her daughter was thinking in that way.

"Now, what made you ask that, honey? I am not hurt or mad that you were close with Manish, Kams. I love both of you. I wouldn't mind you both being close. I mean if that's okay with Raj."

Kamila sighed, "it's nothing, mom. Just felt I interfered in something. I mean he is your boyfriend."

Neeta laughed. "Boyfriend?? What are you talking, Kams. I am your mother; I am a forty year old housewife. I don't have boyfriends. I am a old lady."

It was Kams turn to laugh. "Old lady?? What are you on, mom? You are the hottest piece of property in city at the moment, I know. My God!! If you pick up lovers, dad has nothing to do but shut his mouth and keep on his business. You are the queen, mom. You just need to display your charm and live life by your rules. That's what you are."

"Hey, tone it down, about your dad, alright."

"Sorry, sorry. I meant you are very alluring, mom. Anyway, if nothing's wrong about the issue of Manish, I am a relieved lady."

"Thank god for that."

"Hey, mom, I have got an idea."

Neeta smiled and replied. "I am sure that it is a wicked one."

"Way wicked, mom. Why don't we take a snap now of both of us in this topless fashion and send it to Manish?"

Neeta gasped. "You are really bad, lady."

"Please, please, mom. Please."

"Come on, Kamila. It's not appropriate."

"Please, mom. It's for our lover, Manish."

Neeta's heart skipped a beat with that sentence.



Lovely Auntie Ch. 13



Both the mother and the daughter hugged each other as Kamila asked, "Mom, I want to ask you something?"

"Hhmm! I sensed it. What's bothering you honey?"

"Did I hurt you in some way or the other by being flirtatious with Manish?"

Neeta was surprised by that question. She didn't know her daughter was thinking in that way.

"Now, what made you ask that? I am not hurt or mad that you were close with Manish, Kams. I love both of you. I wouldn't mind you both being close. I mean if that's okay with Raj."

Kamila sighed, "it's nothing, mom. Just felt I interfered in something. I mean he is your boyfriend."

Neeta laughed. "Boyfriend?? What are you talking, Kams. I am your mother; I am a forty year old housewife. I don't have boyfriends. I am an old lady."

It was Kams turn to laugh. "Old lady?? What are you on, mom? You are the hottest piece of property in city at the moment, I know. My God!! If you pick up lovers, dad has nothing to do but shut his mouth and keep on his business. You are the queen, mom. You just need to display your charm and live life by your rules. That's what you are."

"Hey, tone it down, about your dad, alright."

"Sorry, sorry. I meant you are very alluring, mom. Anyway, if nothing's wrong about the issue of Manish, I am a relieved lady."

"Thank god for that."

"Hey, mom, I have got an idea."

Neeta smiled and replied. "I am sure that it is a wicked one."

"Way wicked, mom. Why don't we take a snap now of both of us in this topless fashion and send it to Manish?"

Neeta gasped. "You are really bad, lady."

"Please, please, mom. Please."

"Come on, Kamila. It's not appropriate."

"Please, mom. It's for our lover, Manish."

Neeta's heart skipped a beat with that dialogue. 'Our lover', the phrase surely got her excited.

She didn't know if it was appropriate or not but she was going with the flow of her daughter's uninhibited sexuality. Taking a snap is one thing and sending it to her nephew is completely another. But somewhere in her mind she wanted to do it. She wanted to be the naughty housewife. Kamila might be the best excuse for her. But she felt the need to at least put up a fight. She tried to be a proper mom at least for a while.

"Kamila, we shouldn't be doing it, honey. Don't you think it's wrong?"

Kamila slightly grazed her mother's nipples with her nail as Neeta moaned with delight. She kissed her mother's cheek.

"Tell me, mom. You also want it."

"Oh Kams, what can I make you to talk you out of this?"

"Nothing, mom. I know you are all for it. I know the eagerness with which you went to his room after I came back the other night. It was like you were desperate for it. I also know the way you made an excuse for both of you to stay back while going to the airport. You didn't want to rue that you missed the chance of fucking him. You are deeper in thrall with him than you admit you are. You will do anything he asks, I know that. You will just be ready to serve his cock on your knees in just a flash. Don't say that I am wrong."

Neeta bit her lower lip as her eyes closed with the awesome sensation ripping through her body. Her daughter was playing with her boobs like a seductress while she pressed her thighs against each other as emotions were getting better of her. Her daughter was right. She was in awe of Manish. Kamila smiled at her mom's excitement. She felt that Neeta deserved something for her stupendous beauty. She really deserved to be on the receiving end of some well built stud. Kamila felt it was her duty to help her mom achieve that.

"Am I wrong, mom? Tell me, mom. Aren't you Manish's slut?"

"Uuunnnggg!"

Neeta was conflicted. Admitting before her husband was like playing a seductive game. It was for their mutual sexual perversions. But if she admitted it to her daughter, it was the truth. It was her confirmation of her submission being a lover and slut to her stud nephew. Just that thought made her happy. She was really happy that she was Manish's fuck-toy. She oozed as the thought entered her brain.

Kamila noticed her mother was getting more excited by the moment. "You want to go back, don't you, mom? You want to be back in Hyderabad and be an in house whore for your nephew, don't you? You just want to take up your role of being a fuck-toy to my cousin. Well, he deserves the best skills of a talented whore like you, mom. Don't you agree? Tell me, mom."

Neeta bit her lip. She couldn't deny it anymore. "Hhmm! Yes, baby. I want to be his whore."

"So, you are admitting that you are his slut?"

"Yes, Kamila. I am."

"Hmm, mom, then let's snap a pic of us together and send it to him."

"Whatever you say, honey."

But Kamila didn't need that. She didn't want to be the one making the decision. Her mother was more than willing for it. So, she needed to say that of her own accord. She needed to show that she was all for sending the picture.

Kamila continued showering kisses on her mother's cheek and her neck as she flicked her rosy nipples. "Tell you what, mom, let's drop the idea."

Neeta turned towards her daughter slightly coming out of that spooning position. She noticed the admiration in her daughter's eyes as the latter gazed on her breasts. There was clearly lust and envy in Kamila's eyes. Neeta felt funny that she could make a young and beautiful lady envious with her figure. But she didn't understand why her daughter decided to drop sending their pic to Manish. Frankly speaking, Neeta was excited to send an erotic image to her younger lover. She felt Manish shagging off to her picture nothing short of a compliment. Whatever the persons surrounding lauded about her beauty, she didn't believe them. She honestly didn't think she was beautiful.

Kamila slowly swiped her tongue on the side of her mom's breasts, skirting around her left nipple. Neeta clutched her daughter harder with her oral ministrations. Kamila liked the touch of her mom's flesh on her tongue. She couldn't help admire and worship her beauty. She laughed inside as she saw her mother was falling into the trap.

"I don't think you are interested in sending the pic, mom."

"It's not that, honey. But if you think..."

"No, mom. I wouldn't do anything to force you. It should be of your own willingness and even desire to send the pic. I understand that you are afraid that the pic may come into wrong hands."

Neeta shook her head, "it's not that, baby. I trust Manish. He won't displace improper pictures of ours. But it just..."

"Leave it, mom. I am not sending the picture, happy?"

Neeta was in turmoil, now. The idea of sending the pic had excited her and now she wanted to. With the increasing libido with her daughter's ministrations, she couldn't control it.

"Come on, honey. Snap us together and send him our pose."

"I won't, mom. You are not whole heartedly into it."

"I am, darling." Neeta was bordering on pleading, now. She didn't know what to say to her daughter to convince her. She needed help.

"Convince me, mom."

That was the ticket. She hugged her daughter back and said, "Kamila, your mom is the basest slut. I want Manish to see me, his whore in a fashion that would be worthy of me. Naked, lusty and ever willing to please him. I want him to see my breasts and my slutty cunt so that he could jerk off, whenever he can. Please, darling, do me this favor."

Kamila smiled. "I know mom. You had it in you. You are a randy whore with a nasty cunt."

She whipped her Smartphone from the bedside and snapped a self image of her and Neeta as she kissed her on the cheek and several other poses. In one pose, she clicked while she sucked on her mother's red, rosy, sensuous nipples. But in all the images, the bed sheet covered their bottoms. They were visible till their belly buttons. Neeta was wearing some gold necklaces and her hair was disheveled in a sexy way, while Kamila's hair was in a pony tail. While Kamila looked very beautiful, Neeta looked exotic and too hot to trot.

Kamila carried on the ministrations on her mother. 'Mom, we will send the images of our slutty cunts, the next time. What do you say? Let him get acquainted with these first.'

The daughter clicked and sent the pics to her cousin, hundreds of miles away.

Manish noticed the ping on his mobile. He was busy on his computer and distractedly looked at his mobile. There was some message alert on his social messenger. He noticed that they were from Kamila. He smiled to himself. She must have texted him some flirty message. The little cunt is a naughty bitch, he smiled to himself. But when he opened his messenger, he was stunned. He hurriedly looked over his shoulders to see that he was alone. After making sure that everything is okay, he went through the pics and his eyes popped out of his head.

His cock suddenly perked up and was hard in an instant as he scanned the images of his aunt and cousin. Fuck! The bitches are surely hot. Especially, this elder cunt. Neeta, he sighed to himself. He couldn't get the slut out of his mind. She had been in his thoughts since the last day. He had a hard time sleeping last night as he imagined her mouth on his cock, but when he woke up, there was only disappointment.

He read the message, his cousin had typed, "missing your sluts??''

He replied, "Very much"

As he watched the images, he was missing them more. He didn't imagine, his aunt would be such a slut to send her naked pics in this fashion. And he was amazed that the pair was hugging in a sexual fashion. Both of them were naked in her bed. His breath became more uneven as he noticed Kamila doing unimaginable things on her mother. She sucked her breasts, licked her mother's nipples for the sake of the photographs. All these were having an effect on him. But the pic, which made him almost stop his heart, was the smooch between the two. This lesbian angle was just adding spice to the affair.

Kamila showed her mom the message and both of them smiled at his reply. Neeta was constantly moaning as Kamila never stopped massaging her mom's breasts or kissing her neck, breasts and even her midriff. Her daughter was quite the bitch. Neeta was mesmerized when Kamila kissed her. it was really something else. Her daughter's tongue was very soft, sensitive compared to her male lover and her husband. But the fact that she was doing it for her nephew made it more special. She kissed her daughter with all the love she could possess and so it devolved into something wonderful. Kamila didn't know that kisses could be so powerful. She had learned it from her cousin and now from her mom.

They hugged with all smiles and sent a few more to Manish.

Manish messaged, "hey, what's all this? Are you two getting out of your mind?"

"Just say that you don't like this. We will stop" came the message.

Manish was really stunned and he wasn't finding it easy to come back to reality. Both the mother and daughter conspiring to create this effect looked even new to him. He rang his cousin's number.

Kamila showed her mother her ringing mobile with her cousin's name on it.

"Hi, Manish! How are you?"

"Hey, what are you two doing?"

"What do you think we are doing? We are playing with our lover. Is that bad?"

"It's very bad."

"Never mind, then. We wouldn't repeat that again."

"But I like bad."

Kamila smiled at her mother listening to that reply. Manish said, "what is this sudden transformation? When did you two become so close?"

"Well, we had a small talk about you while returning and I gathered that mom couldn't keep her hands and tongue out of your cock's reach."

Manish heard his aunt squeal with remonstrance at her daughter's words. "Kamila, watch your language."

"Yeah, mom. Like slut and cunt is good language. Anyway, Manish, how did we look?"

"Very beautiful. And I am really intrigued by some things you are doing with each other."

"Which one, exactly, Manish? Like my kissing and necking my mother or grabbing her boobs, sucking and pinching her nipples, massaging her chest and midriff, which one?"

Manish heard his aunt's moans and he gathered that his cousin was playing while on phone.

"Yeah, all of them. But tell Neeta, that I really enjoy her moans."

"Oh, it's Neeta, now, is it? Yes, I will tell her. She tells me that she loves sucking your wonderful cock."

"I want to hear it from her mouth."

"Here mom, he wants you to say it."

Neeta took the phone into her hands. She noticed that her daughter's hands were skirting around her midriff area. She was tending towards her vortex. She gently placed her hands on her daughter's as though implying she better not. Kamila kissed her mother on her mouth as they exchanged saliva. Manish heard the lapping noise. 

After a brief moment, Neeta said, "hi lover,"

Manish's cock already erect cock tightened against his denim pants as he heard his aunt's voice. "hi, Neeta'

Neeta's mind was in two parts. One of her mind was elated that she was hearing her lover's voice, while the other was excited as her daughter's hand was making way towards her pussy. She tried to put her off, but it was becoming more difficult with her insistent groping.

"What happened, Neeta? You and Kamila are becoming closer by the day."

"Well, she is becoming more adventurous, Manish. She is making me accept my role for you and also the duties I have for a stud like you. What do you make of that?"

"Well, if it is suiting my purpose, what can I say? It's not every day that I get naked pictures of mother and daughter hugging each other with their nipples touching. But I am really stunned by them. I know you are slutty, but I didn't think you would be so naughty."

"You like me being naughty."

"Yes, I do."

Just then Neeta moaned. Her daughter had pushed off her mother's hands and was playing with Neeta's pussy lips. Kamila was surprised that they weren't that fat, compared to what would have been in a forty year mother of two daughters. Kamila's insistent mouth was touching her neck elevating her horny mood. She knew how to push her mother's buttons. Her own pussy was humping against her mother's bum. Neeta felt the wetness on her behind. She didn't openly participate in gratifying her daughter. It was probably the last strand of shame in her. And Kamila didn't mind it. What Kamila wanted to do was see at the slutty side of her mother, contrary to the moral posture, she always kept in the public. It made her feel as though she had achieved something.

Neeta's moans were music to Manish's ears. If he would have been in the privacy of his bedroom, he would have surely jerked himself off. "What happened, Neeta?"

"It's Kams, Manish. She's fingering me."

Manish almost spurt hearing her say that. "Hhmm, are you enjoying it??'

"Hhhmm, yes,"

"You are really shameless, aren't you? Getting fingered by your own daughter."

"Yes, maybe I am a shameless bitch. Oh, Kams, honey."

"You really want to cum on your daughter's hands, while talking to your lover. I know the whorish ideas that revolve in your mind. I know you would love to get fucked by me while Kamila works on your breasts. You have such a slutty cunt that even a moment gone without speared by a good, hard dick is like a deep loss for you."

"Oh, yes, Manish. Whatever you say, honey. I am your whore. You know better than me. But just come and fuck me, baby. I miss your cock, so much. My mind has been going over it over and over and it is becoming tougher for me to control my libido. You have unleashed some devil in me. You have made me a randy housewife and a filthy whore."

Manish was getting impatient as he was in a very compromising position. He couldn't go to the bathroom and jack off as he had never done it at the office. He breathed hard and kept his composure. He knew that Kamila was doing one hell of a job, with her fingers as her moans became more seductive.

Kamila really loved this. Her mother's cunt though was a mature one, looked as though it was a young lady's. It was still soft and had that sensitiveness of a young pussy. When she located her g spot and rubbed it, Neeta was beyond excitement. She played with her mother's engorged nub of a clit as she treated her to many moans and little orgasms. 

She talked into the phone with her cousin, "did you listen to her moans, Manish? Aren't they the best noise you have ever heard? She needs to be fucked on a regular basis, Manish. Wish you were near so that you can take good care of her. I loved the way you fucked me the other day. And you will be the best bet for her, too. She is your slut, Manish. I can assure you. She just wets her labia hearing your name. Take care of her while I am gone. Come regularly to our home and attend to her wanton needs. I can't be there for my slut-mom all the time, can I?"

She kissed her mother one more time on her lips as they frenched and went for the finish as she frigged Neeta's wet hole, with her vibrating fingers, making her cum moaning into her mouth. Manish spurted in his pants as he heard those lovely and seductive vocals. Neeta had a wonderful orgasm with her daughter's hand on one breast, another on her cunt and her delicious tongue in her mouth. The orgasm lasted a long time and it took a while before she climbed off that euphoric feeling. She still felt those feathery kisses on her cheeks as she fluttered her eyes. She looked at the phone which was still on.

She dreamily took it into her hands and said, "Manish, are you still there?"

"Yes, auntie, I am."

He heard her aunt say, "that's enough, Kams. Now let's get out of bed and be proper."

"But, mom..."

"No, buts, young lady. Come on, get out of bed and dress up. I will meet you in the hall in ten minutes. Make breakfast for me."

Manish heard his aunt back in her mother mode. He heard the rustle of bed indicating kamila vacating her mother's bed. Neeta told him that she would call him from her number, as Kams left with her mobile. After a little while, he heard his phone ringing with Neeta's name on it.

Neeta checked herself after her daughter left her bedroom. Her nightie was askew and she laughed to herself. She put it back on her while she tied it up. She felt guilty if she was encouraging her daughter in a wrong route. She picked up her mobile and rang up her nephew.

"I am sorry, auntie. You sound annoyed."

"I am not annoyed, honey. I am angry on myself if I am giving Kamila the wrong signals. I am not guilty about our affair. I know what I did and I did with my full conscience. Even Shyam has no objection with my interests. I am just worried about not being a good mother."

"Don't think much, auntie. Kamila is not a little girl anymore and she is far intelligent than both of us. She wouldn't do anything to jeopardize you. She will be fine."

Neeta laughed at Manish's analysis as he gave her the comfort words. "I know. I can also trust you on that. Anyway, what are you doing?"

"Laboring in my office."

"No good girls to flirt around?"

"Not as good as you"

"I know. I am just kidding. I know you will grab some big titted, round assed wonderful girl these days and forget about your old whore."

"That's impossible. I will never forget my whore and her wonderful talents. Be assured about that."

"Okay, then. I will leave you to your work. Call me later, okay, and bye."

She found her daughter in the kitchen making a late breakfast with bread and some milk. 

"Kamila, we..."

"Oh, stop it, mom. I am not a small girl. I know what I am doing, alright. I admit I have a high sexual libido, but I also have some sense. So, just forget your worries and have a good breakfast. I see you haven't brushed your teeth. Now, go freshen up and come back."

Neeta smiled at her daughter. She didn't have any more to discuss. She came back to kitchen after freshening up. While she had her breakfast, they started talking about her college. She wasn't surprised when she heard that her daughter was the top student of her class. Kamila had always been good at grades. She was lively and intelligent. 




Lovely Auntie Ch. 13



"But, mom, I have to tell you one thing. You had an affair so late in your life."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you have hundreds of admirers and I know you know that. I thought you would have fucked one of dad's friends or relatives."

"Don't be so crass, Kams."

"I mean it really, mom. You were good behaved lady and wonderful wife. But you too are human and have hormones. And there are some of the best suitors pursuing you. It was only natural that you would have fucked one of them."

"My God! You are really vulgar. I really feel I have made a bad decision sending you to stay in hostel. You have really become a bad lady."

"Hmm! Then why is Mimi such a good girl. She too roams with the same circle of friends. She is nobler than you, sometimes. Explain that. Anyway, that's not the point. Why didn't you get fucked before?"

"Kams, stop repeating that. As far as I know, I have no admirers. All of Shyam's friends are well behaved people and they wouldn't think of me in such terms."

"You are making me laugh, mom. I have seen dad's friends hit on you. You just rebuff their advances very easily. You think Malhotra uncle is a saint, who speaks nothing but sermons with you."

"He just jokes, honey. You don't need to read deeply into everything."

"What about Ravi uncle? I saw the way he tries to put his hands on your shoulders when we visit his house."

"He is old enough to be my father. It's just a paternal touch."

"Hhmm! Then we have Pradeep uncle, dad's own cousin. I have seen him touch you many times on your shoulder and your back. He even has this knack of finding you in tight places and squeeze past you."

Neeta blushed. What her daughter said was all true. Her husband's friends and relatives flirted with her. They gave small, discrete touches on her shoulder and on her back, whenever they can. She was simply too irresistible for them. And especially, Pradeep tried to be cozy with her by cornering her in narrow places, squeezing by her. Though he was a good friend to Shyam, he smiled and laughed with her. Neeta knew that he was a good man but just that he was a full blooded male, who couldn't help with his emotions.

"He is a good guy, honey and maybe like you said he might be a little daring sometimes. But like I said I have no interest and he knows how to keep himself in his boundaries."

"That's what I am telling you, mom. I have a hard time understanding why you didn't sleep with them. They are handsome and dad also is a properly henpecked person. You can make him eat out of your hand anytime."

"You would understand when you marry, Kamila. Shyam is very important to me. Though I might have frolicked with you this morning, I am always by Shyam's side and will be with him for the rest of my life. He is a great man and a wonderful husband. I can't let that wonderful man go. I really love him deeply."

Kamila looked into her mother's eyes and saw a very moving emotion of passion for her father. She was really a great mother and a wife, she thought. 

"Sorry, mom. I am so happy for both of you."

Neeta smiled and carried on with her breakfast.

The few days with their daughters fled past by Neeta and Shyam and they became very sad when Kamila and Mimi left for college. On the other hand, Neeta was happy that her daughters would be back forever after 3 months. She would never let them go anymore. She had enough of this separation. Neeta discussed with her husband about her daughter's marriage proposal and had lengthy discussions with her brother's family, too. Shyam did with his. All were in favor of Raj. Raj's family was consulted and they were excited to welcome Kamila into the fold. For Raj, it was the happiest day of his life. Engagement ceremony was decided to be held in late April when the sisters will complete their exams. Manish's and Neeta's families were upbeat about it.

The hubbub subsided over the next one month. It was 2nd week of February and life had returned to normal. Neeta decided to cut on her calls to her daughters leaving them to their studies. She resumed her job and Shyam was getting on with his business. But the couple's romance had rekindled. After her return from Hyderabad, Shyam and Neeta regularly had sex. It was almost daily. Sometimes, twice and thrice in one day. Shyam felt happy that Neeta had visited her brother. He adored her more and more. She looked to him more beautiful as the days progressed. Neeta too started working out on her already well endowed figure. Her small pad of fat on her belly was almost reduced to nothing. She was looking more elegant and beautiful by the day. Shyam tried to pamper her with excess of clothes and jewelry. No matter how much she declined his offer on new clothes, Shyam wouldn't budge. Neeta however elected to include sleeveless blouses and almost backless blouses in her wardrobe. She felt naughty all the time and wanted to dress up. 

Occasionally she would call up Manish and he would advise her to dress up to his tastes. He wanted to imagine her sluttily. She even made some clothes as per his tastes and sent photos of herself dressed up in those skimpy clothes for his pleasure. She kept them in a secret part of her wardrobe. Even her husband wasn't aware of that. But these were of a very few in number. The other exposing but presentable clothes, she chose to wear at work where heads turned. Many men started to hit on her rather more aggressively but she brushed them off easily. She felt the thrill of being a naughty cock-tease, as Manish started calling her that.

But Manish would rarely ring her up. He still had that guilty feeling if he was affecting his aunt's life. He knew that his uncle knew everything about them but still he didn't want to impose his sexual desires on them. Neeta knew that and she tried to talk him out of it. She told him that he wasn't disturbing her life in any way and that he was one of the best things that happened to her, but he hesitated. 

Shyam as usual felt excited at the idea of his wife and his nephew. He imagined them in many compromising sexual positions and instantly got a hard on. Even at his work he was imagining her with him. Sometimes he would call her mobile when she was in the office, talking to her of his desires and jacking off while Neeta toyed with words to wrench an orgasm out of him. She loved when she rang her up during work. It showed she ruled his libido even having been satisfied in the night. She liked to make him happy in any way possible. His fantasies of her with her nephew made Neeta sometimes ponder if everything was okay with him. What could he gain from his wife fucking another man? But she smiled at all these bizarre thoughts. He asked her daily if she called Manish. He slowed a slight disappointment in his bearings when she replied no. he perked up when she talked with her nephew. He even encouraged her. When she discussed with him her talks, he jacked off to them. Neeta loved those sessions. 

She discussed with him almost everything she spoke with Manish. But she held back the obscene dresses she modeled for her lover on the phone. She talked as though she and Manish were in a relationship and it seemed to push his buttons very much. He was more excited about her flirting and relationship with her lover than the actual physical union. He liked her to be a free, independent and powerful woman, which she was. He loved when she ruled him.

Neeta too noticed at the way he acquiesced to everything she said or did. He wanted her to be in charge of him and the family, to make the major decisions. The symbol of a strong lady doing whatever she can with her libido excited him a lot. He put her interests and orgasms before his and that's what she loved the most. He encouraged her to masturbate if she wanted to, if she felt bored. If he was late in the night, he asked her to bring herself to orgasm and there was no need to wait for him. Neeta never masturbated in her life after marriage. She did with her husband. Sex and gratification were a job by two, she always thought. But Shyam clearly liked when she pleasured herself with her fingers if he wasn't available. Earlier in their marriage, he suspected her masturbating and used to feel jealous, but now it was pleasure. Neeta got herself off once or twice imagining her lover. She later confessed it to him. Those nights they had wonderful sex. 

He liked her to neglect his desires to fulfill hers. That was really odd. But she liked playing that game. He went down on her more than before. And Neeta really liked his oral skills. He was good earlier, but he was becoming better and better by the day. She liked the skills of his tongue, as he brandished that secret weapon of his in a very talented way. He imagined her in many uncompromising postures and heard from her, her exploits as he showcased his skills. He looked at her surreptitiously when she was going by her daily duties and found her more alluring and sexy with her casual wear and looks. He noticed her secretly as she went by her household duties and when she talked with relatives conducting social interaction with an ease, which made him proud of her. She looked more beautiful when she was herself and natural.

One night, both of them were seated in the hall. Neeta was typing on her laptop some work related document, as Shyam noticed her beauty over the magazine. She was dressed in a night-dress which came till her feet. It had short sleeves, but was very respectable. It was white in color and with her wavy hair in a pony tail and some loose bangs falling on her forehead, she was looking heavenly. She had just showered and had put on some alluring perfume to make matters worse for him.

While typing her document, she asked, "why are you staring at me like that, Shyam?"

Shyam was stunned. He didn't know that his wife was aware of him looking at her. She smiled at him. He was floored by her infectious smile and intelligent looks. He smiled back at her somewhat sheepishly.

"How did you know that?"

"I knew it all along and you have been doing it since a few days. Now don't start denying it."

"Hhmm! Can't put anything past you, can I? Of course I have been looking at you. You are such a beautiful thing to look at. May be I can spend the rest of my life just watching you."

"Hmm! Okay." She closed her laptop and sat back against the cushions putting one of her legs over another very elegantly. Her bust was enticing in that posture. Her firm and muscular thighs against that thin fabric of nightgown made him dizzy. "Why is my darling husband so fond of me? Is he sporting another one of his tiny hard-ons?"

His hard-on strengthened as she used the adjective 'tiny'. She knew how to play with his pecker without even touching it, just with her words. She is getting better at it. She looked at his eyes and noticed his growing excitement.

"Come here, honey"

Shyam came to her and sat down at her feet, tilting his head on her knee. He relaxed. He liked to be with her. He had that special feeling that he was home, away from the whole, materialistic world when he was with her. She ruffled her hand lovingly into his hair.

"What are you thinking of, Shyam?"

"I love you, Neeta."

"Why don't I ever get tired of hearing that? I too love you so much, baby."

She kissed on his forehead as she said that. Their romance was becoming tender with each passing day. 

"How was your day, Neeta?"

"Quite the usual. Busy, busy and busier."

As much as of a beautiful woman, Neeta was a hard working ant too. She shouldered many responsibilities in her company and did much of the work with relative ease. She was quite the dependant member. Her boss couldn't do without her help.

"But I knew that you are not thinking about my job. So, what is it?"

Shyam sighed and said, "so, are you in contact with your young lover?"

"It's been many days since I spoke with him. I think 2 weeks. Why, do you want me to talk with him?"

"Well, you need not ask me that, Neeta. You are free to do whatever you want. I don't mind."

Neeta looked into his eyes and she felt that she had to feed him his desires. She said, "I know that Shyam. I am not seeking permission from you. I am merely asking. I need no assurance from a man like you."

There was some sort of irritation and anger in her voice. Shyam was taken aback hearing her. he noticed that there was some frankness in her tone. Neeta too felt a little out of place when she heard his assurance that he was fine. She felt she was not a small girl anymore. But she regretted once she said what she had to. Shyam was hurt and it showed in his surprised eyes.

She suddenly apologized. "oh, I am sorry. I don't know what came over me."

He rallied. "No, no, it's okay, Neeta. I need not remind you, what you are every now and then. I am really sorry for what I have spoken."

Neeta really felt bad for him. She said, "Shyam! We need to stop this. I am really frightened by myself. I saw a hint of a self-centered bitch in me. We should probably put an end to this game."

But Shyam shook his head. "Neeta, you did nothing wrong, honey. I was an idiot to speak such a stupid thing. If there is anyone to blame, its me. Don't worry your little mind over it."

And then she looked at that hungry look in his eyes. He was a slave to his perversions. He felt afraid if she would be leading him away from that. she knew what she had to do. She should give him what he wants.

She said in a flat tone, "Shyam, stand up." He did it very obediently. Looking into his eyes, she slowly yanked off his night pant. He was wearing no underwear. His cock was standing at full mast. She looked at it and then into his eyes, as she slowly placed her hand on his cock. Shyam trembled. She just prodded looking at him. It looked as though he was waiting for her to play with him. 

"You like this, don't you? You like me acting as a cheap slut, imagining me with my lovers. Tell me, Shyam."

Shyam liked hearing her words. She was tugging his pecker to his pleasure. He said, "oh, Neeta, I like your hands, baby. Let's move to the bedroom."

Neeta sniggered in hearing him. "What do you mean, Shyam? What would we do there, that we can't do here? Bedroom is for sleeping and for lovers, honey. And you are definitely not my lover. I don't choose tiny dicked boys to be my boyfriends or lovers."

Shyam groaned on hearing her. she was showing what she can do. Though these words are said in a fantasy mode, he felt that she had a hint of consciousness in her mind when they formed in her head. He loved that she was taking control.

"you have some guts to tell me that I am going to pleasure you in our marital bed. From now on, rule out any sex on our bed, Shyam. If I really want to fuck, I would call up Manish or I would visit him in Hyderabad."

"Mmmmm! Yes, baby."

"What I am doing with your dick is just for my pleasure. I love to have some fun with toy dicks like yours. You know why I say toy, honey. Because toy is not real, it's an imitation. Just like your dick an imitation of wonderful cocks like Manish. But you would never be him, honey. You could never even be half the man he is. A man protects his woman. He doesn't imagine her with other men. Wimps like you would do that. Manish would just bend me, hold my hair forcefully and fuck me making me realize what a real slut, I am."

Shyam was stunned with her words. She was just jacking him off looking into his eyes. She was almost doing it in an offhand way. She wasn't excited. She was just speaking. She was lying relaxed. His cock didn't seem to excite her. He, himself, held no attractive power over her. Shyam knew she had ruled him out worthy of any sexual encounters. She was really fascinated by Manish's cock and after having some fun with it she found his dick pale in comparison. Though this was demeaning, it excited him. He didn't understand what was wrong with him. He didn't know whether to hate himself for it. But he just wanted to go with the flow of masturbation as of now.

Neeta all the while was looking into his eyes. She noticed how he was at her mercy and she loved it. He was giving up everything up to her. Only the most loving man would do that. She was working her left hand over his cock as he was groaning slowly. He had a nice view of her wonderful cleavage from up. She noticed that and slowly popped off the buttons of her dress with her other hand. Her milky breasts with her large sized areolae came into view. They looked delectable as usual and he wanted to run his hands over them. She stalled his advancing hands.

"Be in your limits, Shyam. You are just my husband, not my lover. I love my slutty boobs to be handled by a real lover. You don't even brush them without my permission. Understand??"

"Yes, I do."

Shyam just looked at them and wet his lips as he was being moved forward and backward with Neeta's insisting hand on his organ. She was doing all that to coax an orgasm out of him. There was an exotic feeling with her words. She started pressing her boobs and pinching her nipples as she continued her hand job on him. She gave some intervals in midst to keep him on edge. She did it nearly for fifteen minutes, without making him come. Shyam just waited. Looking at the drop of pre-cum, Neeta bent hear to lick his pee slit. But just at the edge, she stopped and looked into his eyes.

She gave a devilish smile, "you thought I was going to take your dick into my mouth?"

Shyam breathed heavily. 

"In your dreams, darling. Why would I want to suck such a tiny dick? You think you deserve the talents of my whorish, wonderful mouth?"

"No, Neeta, I don't deserve it. But would you please do it, baby?"

"No, sorry, Shyam. I wouldn't do that. I have decided to be selective regarding sucking cocks. I would only suck manly cocks. Not something like yours. Is that okay?"

"You are the queen, honey. It's your decision."

"Decision is taken, Shyam. You need not repeat that to me. I am just asking rhetorically. Maybe in your next life, if you are born with a good sized cock, maybe I would suck it. As of now, you should be happy that you are getting a hand job."

She heard her husband groan and his cock getting hardened in her hand. She smiled and said, "but I just want to taste that small drop of pre-cum. Not that I am crazy about it. But it's just that I want to. We are in a dilemma. I don't want to take your cock inside my mouth or touch it with my mouth. What should I do? We will do one thing. Stand steadily, Shyam. Don't move an inch. I will try to just lick that drop without touching your tiny dick."

Shyam's heart thudded with the way she was speaking. She looked to be strict about the cocksucking rule. She slowly took her head near his cock helmet and very delicately took out her pinkish tongue. She hovered it over his cock and very slowly and with a real finesse licked that drop without touching his cock. Shyam was about to come with her actions, but then again she stalled him loosening her grip. He moaned with despair, while she just smiled at him.

She released him completely as she respectably covered herself and started her work on her laptop. Shyam was stunned.

"Neeta, please, honey. Finish me off."

"Shut up and don't disturb me, Shyam. I have some work to do. Aren't you ashamed of roaming in our home with that pathetic dick always erect? And you won't touch it without my permission, alright?"

He heard the serious tone of her voice and just nodded. She was seriously taking control the way he wanted her to. Neeta smiled to herself. If he wanted her to be dominant she would show him, how it is done. She wanted to make him a proper cuckold as he desired. For the next one hour he sat opposite her going through various magazines but his heart was elsewhere. She had put him off from his orgasm. He was desperate to finish but she had denied him his own hand. That fact made him hornier. But he had to abide by her rules. He wanted to be the best cuckold to her.




Lovely Auntie Ch. 13



An hour passed. It was ten in the night. They usually called it a day by this time. But Neeta was really having some serious work. She took a bathroom break and returned to her place on the sofa. She saw him stealing furtive glances every now and then. She said, "Shyam, come here."

As he approached her, she took the hem of her nightgown which was till her feet and raised it just above her hips. Shyam noticed her sex and her moist cunt lips. She had a stretch of hair just above the top of her cleft. She groomed her sex very attentively with that linear hairy patch and she looked elegant in it. she held the pose for a moment as Shyam noticed her wonderful wavy hips and her excellent ass. She sat on the couch in that position opening her legs and frigged her sex lightly with her finger, giving a small moan. A small hint of urine stench wafted through the air making Shyam harder. 

She said, "Now, honey. Get down to it. I want a thorough work by your tongue on my cunt. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Neeta."

Shyam was about to kneel down when she said, "One more thing, take all off your clothes off before starting your duty."

He obliged. Neeta sniggered looking at his cock in a derogatory sense. Shyam was just getting excited with her behavior. She was ruling out any attraction with him, which was pushing him all the more. He got down on her knees before her and took his eager mouth towards her sex. Neeta frigged her cunt for a while before he got down to the job of pleasuring her.

No matter how many times he loved to suck her pussy, it wasn't enough for him. He loved the engorged lips of her sex. Though she was a forty year old woman, her pussy was trim and tight for a woman of her age. He swiped his tongue over one of her lip and then on the other. He applied vacuum all over it as he enthusiastically got down to it more. He played with the tip of his tongue over her cleft. She moaned a little as she was going through her work on the laptop. She was like a queen getting pleasured by a servant as she continued her duties. She played with her hand in his hair as he went on with his work.

She called up her friend in the office, Vijaya, discussing with her about the assignment as her husband worked on her cunt. Sometimes, she would pull his hair roughly back asking him to stop to collect her breath, while speaking to her friend. After disconnecting the call and finishing her work, she lay back enjoying the caresses of her husband's mouth. He really had a magic tongue. He knew how to use that mass of flesh. He licked her clit and teased that nub with his teeth as Neeta moaned. He applied small bites over her sex intermittently. When his tongue swiped her familiar g spot, Neeta's mind was just doing somersaults. He worshipped her cunt like it was the best thing in his life. Neeta drew her nightgown up so that the whole of it bunched just beneath her chin as she played with her nipples. Shyam looked longingly at her breasts, but she never relented to give him anything more than her pussy.

He asked, "honey, please, really shouldn't we move to the bedroom and you would be properly pleasured by my..."

"Forget it, Shyam. I really have no need for your pathetic prick. Masturbation is better than sex with you. And I am imagining my Manish as you suck my cunt. So, that's better, isn't it?"

Though she teased him with her words, Neeta felt that she really didn't crave for sex with her husband, the actual penetration. She really needed his oral skills. She was playing with him all the while, but she also knew that she could easily do without his cock penetrating her hole. He needed or desired to be denied by her. She loved him so much that she wanted to make his fantasy come true.

"Shyam, darling, you are really good at this, baby. Momma can't wait anymore, honey. Come on, finish me off." She pinched her nipples roughly as Shyam obliged and went for everything. After a minute or so, she had an earth shattering orgasm. It lasted for a while. The already well lubricated cunt of hers squirted some womanly juice on his face. Shyam went to drink as much as he could by lapping it up. After the tide subsided, Shyam noticed his wife relaxing with her nightgown all the way up till her chin. Her wonderful, beautiful body had a serious, sensual glow with her post orgasmic state. He nuzzled his head on the oozing triangle of her sex as she played her fingers in his hair.

"I love you, Neeta."

"Me too, baby."

She dragged him beside her as he enveloped her in his hug. She rested her head on his shoulder and slowly took his pecker in his hands, jacking him.

"Are you alright, Shyam?"

"Yes, I am."

"Did you like what I did?"

"Yes."

She sighed and said, "I think I have decided to make you a cuckold, Shyam."

Shyam groaned hearing her say the word. She resumed, "but are you completely sure about it? I want to know. I don't want to hurt you as it is the last thing I want. You know how much I love you and can't bear to see you in any way hurt."

Shyam kissed her on the cheek. Neeta resumed playing with his dick.

"You know how much I love your dick. I meant nothing personal when I talked like a slut. I was just trying to egg you on for excitement. I am sorry if I rubbed the wrong way."

"You did nothing to hurt me darling. I am just happy to be with you and I am lucky to get such a loving wife."

"Are you really serious about these fantasies?"

"You know I am. I really like you to take charge and rule the roost."

She rubbed her finger on his pee slit making him squirm. "you really want to have an orgasm, don't you, honey?"

"Oh, yes, baby."

"And I am not going to give it to you."

He spluttered on hearing her. She continued the slow ministrations. "I want you to know that from now on every orgasm of yours will come from my hand. And you have to wait for it till I give it to you."

"But, tonight, please..."

"No, honey, I am not in the mood to give it you, babe. And you shall never touch me without my permission. I prefer your oral treatment. Fucking will be a dream for you, from now on. You shall deserve it by making me very happy."

And then as he was about to come, she released him. Shyam groaned. But Neeta just smiled. She kissed him on the cheek. And then slowly on his lips. Shyam kissed her back. Neeta felt love surging for him as she filled the kiss with passion as she started using her tongue. Shyam was happy that at least he wasn't denied her usual heavenly kisses. They made out like that for nearly 10 minutes on the couch as their tongues passionately collided with each other.

Neeta detached from him and said, "let's go to bed, honey. We have an early day tomorrow as usual. We shouldn't disturb our sleep." Shyam expected something from her in the bed, but she even denied him their usual spooning. She was torturing him to the core. He didn't know what to do, but she called all the shots. Neeta left him for the bedroom. When he went in the bedroom, she had already showered again and was sleeping on her side of the bed. In the quite of the night, "turn the light off and sleep, honey. Good night."

When he tried to snuggle in, she shrugged him off and murmured soft denials. It was making matters harder for Shyam. He tossed and turned for an hour and then heard Neeta's soft snores. He was surprised that his caring wife had left him half excited. He slowly moved to her and pressed his hard-on smoothly on to his wife's soft ass crack, through the soft fabric of the cloth. It was warm and heavenly. He didn't want to push his luck, so didn't do anything more. Neeta was completely unaware of his act. Shyam's sleep closely followed. But in the mid of the night, Neeta sensed her husband spooning with her. She melded into his hug. She loved it so much. She smiled to herself that he couldn't be away from her. She was happy that he at least was comfortable snuggling back. But then her evil brain concocted something.

She enjoyed cuddling with him and didn't want to deny him his good sleep. But she knew that if she rejected his physical intimacy after waking him up from deep slumber, the point of her control on him would be put across more clearly. It would imply she was not joking and was absolutely serious about it. It would be another step for confirmation. She gently woke up.

"Shyam, what are you doing??"

He was groggy and didn't know what was happening around him. "umm! What??"

She again repeated her question. It took him a few moments to place himself. She again asked, "I am asking why you are hugging me?"

"I don't get you." Coming out of his sleep, he noticed her form in the faint bed light and he was again distressed looking at her juicy cleavage in her nightgown. Already he slept with a good hard-on. He wasn't relieved and the only thing which was on his mind was sex. He nearly slavered looking at her beautiful form. She looked irritated and so, was a lot sexier. He wanted to fuck her there and then. But he understood that he had pulled both of them into the game. The game of Neeta controlling everything. Now, he noticed that she was taking it very seriously. It was 2 by the bedside clock. She woke him up to reinforce their status. It was not a trivial matter.

Neeta noticed the lust growing in his eyes, as he looked at her form. She was happy inwardly, but he wanted to have his fantasies and she will give them to him. 

"I mean this" she said grabbing hold of his hard dick as he winced. "I remember telling it to you clearly that our bedroom is only for sleeping. No sex or intimacy for you here. If any sex act happens in this room it would be between me and Manish. Why are you finding it hard to understand? Okay, take your clothes off and come with me."

She got out of the bed as her husband followed. She was wearing her nightgown, as Shyam noticed her enticing curves. She led him by his prick to their bathroom. She switched on the light as he waited for her. She turned towards him and said, while jacking his stick, "Might as well get on with it. I will relieve you so that I can go back to my sleep. You know I have a lot of work at the office. Your trivial issues of hard-ons shouldn't disturb me from my work. I mean if you had a masculine cock like Manish's, I wouldn't have minded. But you have a wimpy organ."

Shyam was getting to the edge with her words. She was doing it so off-handedly as though it was a chore for her rather than pleasure. Then suddenly she stopped. "One second, I have to pee."

Saying that, she went to the commode and sat down on it, after slowly raising the hem of her nightgown and making a show of her well groomed pussy. He moaned as she started urinating. He noticed the golden stream of piss pattering within the container as she moaned. She lustily closed her eyes and ran her insistent fingers on her clothed nipples. Shyam had earlier watched her piss, but it was a long time back. He liked what he saw. His hard-on tightened as the sight of his prim and proper wife, doing unimaginable things before him.

She said as she continued the act, "oh, Manish, how much I miss you, honey. I really miss your magnificent cock ramming my insides. You have no idea what he does to me, Shyam. He is a woman's wet dream. I am a slave of his cock. What would you do if I run off with him? Hmm!"

Shyam heart moved with her words. She was torturing him with her words and her act. He noticed just then her piss flow stopped. She squirmed with a few more moans before she got up from the toilet seat. She held the nightgown above her sex and was about to take a roll of tissue when she smiled and said, "come here, baby."

She put one of her leg on the toilet, while standing on the other. "now, get down and do what you are best at."

Shyam understood she was using his tongue instead of tissue to wipe the remnants of urine from her slit. He inhaled deeply of her sex with urine. He swiped her tangy pussy with his skilled tongue as she moaned. He nuzzled his nose in that treasure of her se, which was oozing copiously. He chomped, kissed, laved, bathed and sucked her wonderful thatch of womanhood as she moaned loudly. She stopped him after ten minute of his beautiful work. 

"Enough, why I came here is to relieve you of your irrelevant erection."

She started beating off his small stick as she yawned. She looked to be in a hurry as she didn't care for his pleasures. She stroked him relentlessly for a few minutes. He was at the high and was on the verge of spurting. Neeta carried on the assault while she took a small roll of tissue. He came suddenly as she put the tissue around the cockhead so as to catch his cum. Shyam imagined her drinking his semen or smearing it on her body, but she was acting as though he was a stranger. She continued to apply the paper on his cock as he finished the load he had been carrying on since the last 2 days. When he finished she discarded the tissue, tidied up her dress and went back to the bed, not even turning back to look at him.

Shyam stood stunned in the bathroom. After washing himself and returning to the bed, he observed his wife already snoring softly in sleep. As he lay on his side of the bed, he understood that his life had really changed.



Lovely Auntie Ch. 14



Hi, back after a long time. I have various threads to run the story but am busy in personal work. I enjoyed writing it. Hope you will enjoy reading it. And please, if you don't like the themes of my story which I have already described, don't read my story and spit venom on me. Hope you will understand. Thank you. And please, give the fodder of feedback for which the author is always craving for.

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Manish woke up in the middle of the night. He had been feeling restless. It was the same since his aunt had left. The sexual tension they two shared made him get sleep when there was a body beside him. But he was also entangled in the emotional conflict that if he was involved in any domestic dispute of his aunt or if he was disturbing her personal life. Despite her assurances, he wanted to maintain certain distance from her and it was taking toll on him. Along with that he had some guilt regarding his mother when he hugged her in the kitchen. How could he do that? How did he speak to her in that fashion? It was just so daring or foolish. He didn't know. His mother acted like nothing had happened and she was her natural self, showering him with all her motherly care and love. He felt guiltier with her behavior. He wanted to rectify by being sober and decent.

He drank some water and sat before the TV as he watched the clock which was 2 in the morning. He flipped through the channel aimlessly as his mind was elsewhere. His mind made him go through the pictures of his aunt, which he took on his mobile. She sent some of them in some private poses with different modes of undressing. He smiled as he looked at them. Minor noises in the midst of the night alerted him to look behind. His mother had just come out and was heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. She looked at him and smiled, 'what are you doing, honey?'

'Just not feeling sleepy, mom.'

Sumitra was dressed in her nightie. Though it was simple and covered her amply, Manish was mesmerized by her looks. She was really the MILF material. She had wonderful breasts and a sexy ass. Her innocent face with her wonderful hair line made her look so beautiful. But it was her good nature and loving looks which completed the package. She was the perfect balm to his unhappiness. One word with her and all his woes melt away. Her smile was the perfect panacea.

As she went inside the kitchen, he watched her swaying ass and his heart shook with it. She came back to him with a glass of water.

'I just drank, mom.'

'Then drink another. You never drink enough water. That's why you are looking like you lost some weight.'

'I never lost weight, mom. You just fuss I do.'

'But for me, I think you did. So, what's bothering you? Did you have a nightmare?'

'No, I didn't.'

'Work pressure?'

'Yes', Manish lied, conveniently.

'Do you want to sleep or will you sit here and watch TV?'

'I think I will watch some movies.'

Sumitra shrugged her shoulders. 'Okay, shall I make some coffee?'

Manish smiled. He loved the way she was trying to make him comfortable.

'Yeah, I would love some.'

As she made her way to the kitchen, his eyes reflexively fixed on the lovely rump of her ass. He would love to watch that ass all his life. For her age, she was having not much of a hip.

Sumitra put the kettle on as she started making coffee. She worried a little as she found Manish a little disconcerted. He looked troubled these days as he was always uneasy. She thought if it was because he had got accustomed to fooling around with his lovely aunt. Or was it because of her? She knew that ever since that incident in the kitchen, he avoided her eyes. He hadn't talked as freely as he was earlier. No matter how much she tried to involve him in a casual talk, he wasn't that comfortable. She didn't feel guilty for what happened. It was all about hormones and she couldn't blame him for some minor issue. She tried to make light of the matter but she needed help from her son. Just then Manish entered the kitchen.

She looked at him and smiled.

'What is it, Manish?'

'Don't bother, mom. I don't feel like drinking coffee. I think I will go to sleep.'

'What's it, honey? Are you alright?'

'I am perfectly fine, mom. Just go back to bed.'

Sumitra looked at him for a moment and nodded her head. 'That's fine, then.'

Just when he was about to turn back, she asked, 'at least, are you in the mood to give a goodnight hug?'

Manish smiled at her as he approached and hugged her.

Sumitra hugged him back and she applied her whole body against unabashedly. Manish was aware with the intensity her breasts pressed against his chest. She applied pressure on his back by her hands to make him aware of her soft chest. She laid her head on his neck and even Manish felt her pelvis against his. His cock instantly started to react. Only in his pajamas with no underwear, he wasn't able to control his pecker hardening against her stomach. But Sumitra spoke as though she was unaware of it.

'Manish, honey, if there is anything bothering you, you can share with me. There is no need to be afraid.'

'There is nothing, mom.'

She pulled her head back continuing to maintain her bodily contact. Looking into his eyes, she said, 'Manish, I know that from some days you haven't been yourself. I know that there is something that you are not sharing with me and your father. You have this lost look sometimes, as though you are thinking hard over something. Honey, I promise you. You can talk with me regarding any matter. I won't feel embarrassed or bad about whatever you have to say. It is very painful for a parent to see that her child is worried. Help me by letting me help you.'

Manish hands were at her hips and he observed the curve of her back on to her ass. Her full ass. He kissed her on the cheek and said, 'mom, if there is anything I would surely tell you. Don't worry, there is nothing.'

Reluctantly he departed from her and went back to the hall. When Sumitra was about to return to her bedroom, Manish said, 'mom, I lied when I said I wasn't able to sleep because I am having work pressure.'

'What is it then, Manish?'

'It was a nightmare, mom.' Manish again lied.

'Ohh! Was that bad, honey? Are you okay?'

'I am now fine.'

He was tempted by the hug that his mother gave him and wanted more of it. 'But, mom, I think I will have trouble sleeping. Could you lie with me for sometime till I sleep off?'

Sumitra smiled at him. 'Of course, baby. What a silly request! Come, my poor baby.'

Both of them went to his bedroom and lied on his bed. As Manish lay on his back, Sumitra lay beside him rubbing his forehead. Manish surreptitiously glanced at her faint cleavage at the top of her dress. He turned towards her and looking into her eyes, said, 'mom, can I hug you?'

'Yes, you can.'

'I want to hug you from back.'

Sumitra blushed at his words. She recalled the kitchen scene that happened a few weeks back. She understood how much her son was enchanted by the fooling that they did that day. Sumitra didn't have any qualms if Manish wanted to have more of it. But what troubled her was about later if Manish would feel bad about it and withdraw into his shell. She didn't know what to do. She had to act as though what he said was nothing but ordinary and she didn't think much about it.

She smiled at him and said, 'of course, Manish. If that helps you to sleep, I would be glad.'

She turned her back to him and Manish had a once over of her figure. Her back was scintillating. Her nightie was cut low on the back displaying good part of her sensuous neck. Her flared hips and buttocks were just milfishly delicious. The guilty and conscientious part of his brain took a backseat as he hugged her from back sending both of his hands around her midriff and pushing his hold up grazing the underside of her boobs. Sumitra didn't miss the feel of his manhood against her ass-crevice. Manish felt it was the right thing to press his engorged front of his pajamas against his mom's back. He nuzzled her neck as Sumitra moaned a little. Manish was mightily excited when he heard that little pleasurable moan.

His dick took on its full size as Manish pressed it boldly against her ass. Last time, they were standing in the kitchen. Now, they were comfortable sleeping on the beds and they had ample amount of time. 

Manish kissed her neck eliciting more moans from her, 'I love you, mom.'

'Me too, baby. I too love you so much.'

Manish slowly laved his tongue on her neck as she squirmed. He rubbed her cheek with his as he said, 'I missed your touch from that day, mom. I wanted to hug you badly from then. But you were not available.'

She moaned happily hearing his words, when they heard footsteps outside his bedroom. 

It was Anurag. 'Sumi, where are you?'

Hearing his father's words, Manish suddenly let go of her mother and was about to withdraw from her when she stopped him. Manish lightly hugged her from behind maintaining the same position. She said, 'Anurag, I am here in Manish's bedroom.'

Shortly the door opened. The faint light from outside cast on both the mother and son, as Anurag made out they were lying on the bed.

'What happened?' Anurag asked groggily.

She explained, 'Manish had a nightmare, honey. I am lying with him from some time. He is somewhat shaken.'

Anurag was well aware of his son's nightmares. He had been having them since childhood. He asked, 'are you okay, son?'

Manish felt guilty hearing his father's concern. 'I am okay, dad. Don't worry. I think I am fine. Mom, you may go.'

Anurag said, 'its okay, Manish. Let her be with you for some time. No hurry. You take your time, Sumi. Let him have a nice sleep. Don't tax yourself with office work, Manish. It will affect your health.' Muttering how Manish was neglecting his health, he closed the door back and went back to his bed.

Sumitra turned her head back and said, 'did you hear him? He wants me to take good care of you.' 

Manish hugged her tight from behind and pressed his long dick against her ass crevice. It was probably the best comfort zone for his organ.

'Hhmm, what a great pleasure it is, Sumi, hugging you from back. Spooning with you is just heaven.'

She liked it when he called her by name. She just moaned against his words.

'Ohh, Sumi. You wouldn't believe what I had to endure to let go of your wonderful touch. Your sensations have haunted me in my dreams.'

Sumi moaned, 'are those the dreams you have woken up from, my dear baby?'

'Hhhmm' Manish moaned. 'Do you remember our last meeting, mom?'

'You can call me Sumi, Manish, I don't mid. Yeah, and I do remember it.'

'Was I forceful on you, mom? I didn't want to...'

Sumitra had wanted to discuss this issue since a long time. She half turned towards him as she didn't in anyway disturb his spooning.

'Manish, I want you to listen what I am going to say to you. You are the most precious thing to me in this whole world. I was never hurt by any of your actions and you are the best son that any mother could get. So, please, my baby, don't hurt yourself with what you have done. I have only enjoyed every moment of it. I don't have any regrets over what you have done. It was probably one of the best moments of my life. Don't punish yourself for what you have done, Manish. I seriously don't like you regretting about it. I seriously see no reason why you should feel sad. If there is anything wrong it should be from my side. But I don't see any problem there. So, just remember that I did enjoy that moment.'

She looked it into his eyes as she said that. Manish's organ just engorged with her every confidence instilling word. He looked into her almond eyes and her wonderful hairline which just highlighted her great beauty. She brushed his lips over his for a light kiss, which he returned.

She turned back and said, 'now, my dear Manish, just relax yourselves against me and order me if you want to position me properly.'

This was the first time he was hearing from his mother regarding any subject of their nestling against each other. He just pressed his organ more tightly against her wonderful bottom as she ground her own rump and moaned. He got bold with her talk and decided that he was going to take matters into his hands, but that too within limits.

He slowly took her nightie covered breasts into his hands and started pressing them with gentle touch.

'Hmm, I love your breasts so much, Sumi. Did you remember the last time what I told about them?'

Sumitra bit her lower lip as he fondled her breasts. She just moaned as he slightly pressed the cloth covered boobs. Manish was handling as a masterful jewel thief perusing a diamond. He was applying pressures at three points, back, boobs and her neck. His kisses were getting to her. Her neck was very sensitive and he liked playing with it. He kissed with his tongue muttering sexy talk.

'Nnnggg, yes, Manish, I remember.'

'What did I tell about them?'

'You said they were big.'

'And'

'Nngg, honey, was that about the cow, honey?'

Manish licked her neck as she said that. 'That's right, Sumi. You do remember. Did you remember me calling you by the name of the cow that we used to watch when I was a child?'

'Yes, baby.'

'Now tell me what your name is?'

Sumi had wanted this moment very much. She observed that her thatch of womanhood was leaking with moisture. Manish was taking her to the erotic moods to which she had been strange all these years. And truly speaking his kisses and fondling exceeded the lust which she had when she was newly married. She thought those were her best moments. But now, she was experiencing new heights.

As Sumi was busy moaning and trembling at his mercy, Manish pressed her boobs a little forcefully, 'tell me your actual name, Sumi.'

'Nnngggg, my name is ohhh...'

'Yes, what is it?'

'Nngg, honey, what are you doing to me?'

'Tell me your name, Sumi.' He ordered a little harshly as she slowly moaned, 'I am Ganga. My name is Ganga.'

'What are you, Ganga?'

'I am a cow.'

Manish smiled at her words, 'be more precise, Ganga.'

'I am your cow, baby.'

'That's right, why are you a cow, Sumi?'

'Because I have big breasts, baby. Nnnggg, hhhhhmmmmm.'

'No, no, Ganga. You are wrong there. Women have breasts. Cow's have udders. What you possess is a delectable udder.'

Sumitra moaned as she listened to his words. They were very erotic to say the least. He was just playing with her hormones like a skilful player. 

'Now tell me, mom, what do you have?'

He was pressing her breasts avoiding her nipples as he asked her.

She moaned at his words and his touch, 'I have an udder, baby. That's why I am a cow.'

'Hhmm, that's true, mom' Manish kissed all over her face as a strong surge of love flowed through him. Sumitra felt if she carried on like that she will soon be having an orgasm. That wonderful feel of his long cock against her ass was just mesmerizing. She smiled at the pleasure. Even though she didn't wear a bra inside her dress, she wore her panties. Despite having her panties his cock's touch was getting onto her. She pressed back giving him back pleasure. Manish slowly started touching her nipples as Sumi's eyes glazed with lust. He pinched them lightly through the cloth as she adjusted her position for his fulfillment.

'You have a great body, mom.'

'Thanks, baby. Am I doing fine?'

'What do you mean, mom?'

She looked into his eyes and asked him, 'are you having a good time?'

'Of course, I am having the best time, mom. What kind of a question is that?'

'I am glad you are' she smiled happily as she felt his hands roaming lazily on her chest. It was like he owned every bit of them. She felt pride that in fact he did own them.

She smiled slyly and said in a very docile tone, 'Manish sir, will you be kind and take care of your cow? I have very sensitive udders and I am glad that you are my milkman. Any cow would be glad to offer her teats in the hands of a very skilled milkman. And you have the best hands that ever lay on my udders.'

Manish exhaled deeply a forceful snort with the words she used. He was excited beyond measure. It showed in the way his organ smothered against her sumptuous rump. He got hold of her hair which was in a braid and pulled harshly on her head turning towards her, as at the same time, he turned her whole body towards him. He pressed his hard-on against her stomach and watched that delightful three inched cleavage. He roughly pulled on her hair, as he tilted her head back making room for a kiss, which he forcefully applied on her eager mouth. He harshly pressed her globes of mammaries as she moaned. But her moans were smothered by his mouth. For the first time, they kissed with their tongues, dueling fiercely. Her face was a mask of pain as she felt the harsh tug of her hair being pulled. But she couldn't care for it as the pleasure was infinite times stronger. Sumitra came strongly as she launched into a long cascade of orgasms, throughout which both of them kissed like hungry lovers.

'I love you so much, mom' these were his first words as they parted from the mouth.

'Call me Ganga, baby. Ganga loves you too.'

He looked into her eyes and then into her cleavage unabashedly. He was becoming more confident in his taming of her.

'You would do anything for me, Ganga.'

'Anything, honey.'

Though they skirted around the issues, they still had many stages to cross. He didn't even see his mom's naked breasts. He hadn't even sucked them. And there was sex. Manish didn't understand if he was going to culminate every base. He basked in the way his sexy mom was offering herself. He didn't want to proceed more than fondling at the moment. Sumitra too didn't want to rush things and scare her son. She wanted him to be happy and the master of his will.

Manish slowly grazed his finger along the crevice of her cleavage.

'I have wanted to do that since a long time.'

'You should have just asked your cow.'

He slowly pushed his finger into the cleavage as he maintained eye contact with her. 

Sumitra fluttered her eyes and moaned saying, 'hhhmmm, that's really wonderful, baby.'

'Don't wear bras, anymore, mom'

'Uunngg, okay' she moaned.

'I really love your breasts and ass, mom.'

One of the hands roamed on the expanse of her ass as his hard on pressed on her stomach. Again slowly they smooched. This time it was a sensual one with a lot of spit exchanging. Though Manish was excited and his cock needed to be tugged, he wanted to sleep in the same excited position. He wanted to explore her mother as much as he could.

'Tell me, mom' he asked looking into her eyes, 'were you a virgin before you married dad?'

She smiled at him and said; 'now what Manish, you want to know about your mother's sexual secrets.'

He spoke a little harshly, but in a mocking manner, 'why are you questioning me, Ganga, when I asked you a simple question?'

She smiled at him and played with the ringlets of his hair. 'I wasn't a virgin when I was married, Manish.'

This sentence really surprised Manish. He didn't understand why but his prick got a little harder pressing against her stomach. He played with her boobs pressing them as he asked, 'really?'

Sumi pressed on his hand as though conveying him that he was free to play with her mammary treasures. 'Yes, I wasn't. Now, shall we sleep or more spooning and milkman-cow stuff?'

Manish wasn't to be deviated. 'No, seriously, Sumi, you got to answer me. Tell me more.'

'Why?' she asked simply.

He looked straight into her eyes and said, 'I am your lover, now, Sumi. You love to frisk with me, don't you? As a lover, I want to know about your previous life. Tell me.' He asked her tugging on her hair forcefully. She didn't know but his forceful nature was making her excited. She wanted to bare her soul to him because he was his lover and she loved him the most.




Lovely Auntie Ch. 14



'I had sex with one other man before I married, Manish. Can we leave it at that?'

Manish kissed her and replied, 'its okay, mom. I am not forcing you. I was just curious. Don't be uncomfortable alright? If you don't want to, we can leave it at that.'

Sumi kissed him back and they stared at each other for a long time, before she spoke, 'you know him. It was my uncle, Ratan mamaji.'

Manish was flabbergasted. 'Ratan dadaji'

Ratan was his grandmother's brother (Sumi's mother's brother) or simply Sumi's maternal uncle. He is a very rich person in his village, a landlord. He was younger to Sumi's mother but he raised both of them as Sumi lost her father at a very young age. He did farming then and was crucial in bringing up of Sumitra. The family had a lot of respect for him. Even Anurag respected him a lot.

Sumi lowered her eyes in shame. But she spoke in a low voice. 'Ratan mamaji lived with us. You should know. He was instrumental in bringing up of our family. He was very young. When I was born he wasn't more than sixteen. But he had immense respect for my parents. When dad died very early due to ill health, he farmed and cultivated our lands to earn for us. Mom was so happy that she had him with her. Nobody stood with us at that time. Mom wanted him to marry me. You know in villages uncles and nieces used to marry at that time. Even now, in some parts of the country. But he married aunt Vinita as both of them fell in love. He too married early barely at twenty three.'

Sumi hugged him comforting her face against his chest and too shy to go on.

'Come on, mom. Tell me what happened.'

She sighed and went on, 'when I was eighteen, he was around thirty five. I used to carry lunch for him to the fields. I had a lot of respect for him at that time. And he was very good looking too.'

Manish recalled Ratan was a tall man almost equivalent to his dad and was robustly built. Even though he was old now, he had bursts of energy in him as he was always working with vigor. He never sat alone. He dressed either in dhoti or cotton pants and was very down to earth man.

Manish kissed his mother and egged her to go on. 'What more can I say? Aunt Vinita used to be busy with kids at her home and I used to visit him for lunch. One day I fell down and got my leg injured. While he was tending me, I kissed him. Though he was reluctant at first, after my many attempts, he reciprocated and we did what we did.'

Again Manish pulled her head back looking into her eyes and asked, 'tell me what you did.'

She smiled with a grimace and said slowly, 'we had sex, honey.'

'No, say it in plain words.'

'Oh, Manish, come on.'

'Sumi, tell me.'

He pinched her clothed nipple harshly as she yelped.

Slowly she said, 'he fucked me, baby.'

'Where did he fuck you?'

Sumi had lust in her eyes as another orgasm was pushing through her with his hard on pressing on her more insistently and his hands on her breasts.

'He fucked me in the fields. Once he took me to a movie in the city and while returning he pushed me in a dark alley and fucked me. He fondled me while we watched the movie. He fucked me in his marital bed when his wife visited her relatives. He even did me in my home while my mother was sleeping in another room. He used to pick me at college and take me to his friend's room, when he wasn't there and used to have his way with me.'

'I bet you were very willing.'

'Yes, Manish, I was. I liked him very much. I had so much respect for him, for what he had done to the family. He was my first crush. He was the one who chose Anurag for me.'

Manish had a doubt, 'does dad know about you two?'

'Oh my God!! He doesn't. He will be very furious if he comes to know, I am sure of that. We stopped our fooling around when I got married. He never approached me again. He was a very gentleman. All my men are gentleman, you and Anurag too. It was my only fooling around I had done.'

Manish got excited hearing all that. He kissed his mother as she kissed him back with more vigor. He laid her on her back as he ground his hard on against her stomach. Shortly, Sumitra had another strong orgasm. Manish put her in spooning position as he ground against her hard fondling her breasts and nipples, kissing all over her neck. 

Sumi looked at him as he did that, 'you know what, honey. Ratan mamaji fucked me after my marriage with Anurag got fixed. My engagement was the next day and he slept with me for the last time. He fucked me in every possible position imaginable.'

Manish was flabbergasted with his mother's words. He came hard and his massive cum soiled his shorts and seeped onto his mother's nightie. After climbing down of his orgasm, both of them kissed muttering their love.

'Hhmm,' Manish said, 'now I can have that beautiful sleep. You tap the best in me, mom. And you beat my blues too. I can't thank you enough.'

'It's me who should be thankful for your love. I am so lucky to have you as my son and,' and sultrily moaning she added, '...my milkman.'



Lovely Auntie Ch. 15



Shyam exited his house as Neeta prepared for her bath. He was a little late to his office, so was hurrying. As he drove his car, he noted his phone ringing. When he looked up at the screen, he noticed his sister, Sumitra, was the one calling. 

He picked up and answered, 'hi Didi, how are you?'

Sumitra replied, 'I am fine, Shyamji. How are you? And did Manish reach safely?'

Shyam didn't understand what she was saying. 'sorry, didi, I didn't know Manish was coming today.'

'He wanted to give a surprise to both of you. But I am a mother. I can't control myself. I just want to know if he reached safely there. He said his bus was starting late.'

Shyam nodded, 'no, didi, he hasn't arrived. But I think he will shortly. Don't worry. I will call as soon as I know he arrives home.'

After disconnecting the call, Shyam was a little bothered if Manish safely made it to the city. He felt some responsibility. He wanted to call his wife and tell her about the situation, but if Manish was interested in surprising, he didn't want to play spoilsport. He just wanted to make sure his nephew had come home. He reversed his direction and drove back home.

At the same time, Manish's visit to his home was causing him some amount of trepidation. The boy, who grew up before his very own eyes, is now a man, who is also his wife's lover. The boy has conquered what was once his terrain. He shook with excitement about what was going to happen. He thought of going back to his home and staying for half an hour for him. If he didn't, then he would have to call his wife from his office and relay the message to Sumitra.

As he neared home, he noted Manish was just walking into their apartment building. Shyam was mesmerized by Manish's appearance. The boy, who was a stripling a few years ago, was now hulk of a man. He was easily around six feet with a good hefty personality. His father too was a tall statured fellow. He was impressed with his physique.

Shyam parked his car and was about to shout to Manish, but he had already taken the stairs. When he arrived on the third floor, Shyam noted there was no sign of his nephew. He must have pressed the calling bell. Shyam tried the knob and noted it was open. Shyam knew his wife's habits. She wasn't that alert with security. The apartment surely was a very secure surrounding, but still she threw caution to the winds. She sometimes even left the door ajar. Time and again he had advised against it, but it only fell against deaf ears.

When Shyam opened the door, the first thing he noticed was his wife's humming in the bathroom. It was like she was the only one in the home. Did that mean Manish hadn't come to their apartment directly and was loitering on some other floors? He crossed the hall and he noticed Manish, who was slowly walking around like a thief. Shyam understood the scene. Neeta had left the door open and Manish wanted to surprise them. He was searching for them, while he wasn't aware that his uncle was behind him. Shyam also understood that Manish thought he had left for work and only his wife and Manish were in the house.

Manish slowly went to the bathroom. He pushed it and found out that it was open. He looked at the picture inside the room and exhaled deeply as he saw something incredibly exciting. Shyam's cock tightened against his pants as he observed Manish spying on his wife. He hid in the shadows and observed what was going to happen. 

He was situated such that Manish was completely unaware of him. He saw Manish rubbing the front side of his pants. He made out that he had a very big protrusion. He was mesmerized that the kid who grew up at his knees could have such a boner. Neeta's humming in the bathroom was unbroken. Manish smiled and had a brainwave.

He moved away from the door and stood in a dark corner and dialed his aunt's number. As the phone rang, Neeta's voice stopped its crooning. She made sure what she heard was her phone ringing. After a few seconds dilemma, she carried on her bath. She would take the call after she completed her bath. But Manish insisted with his repetitive calls. He wanted her to come out. After five calls within a few minutes, Neeta felt she had to take it.

Shyam waited with bated breath as to how she will appear. She had this habit of walking around naked in her bedroom after the bath when she was alone in the house. Manish was also banking on that. The door of the bathroom opened and out she stepped.

Shyam for the umpteenth time was dumbfounded her beauty. As expected she was naked, only with a small towel tied to her head. Her great figure made his blood surge to his loins. Her figure was credited ten out of ten at every inch of her body. Manish stood lazily in his dark corner admiring her as he noticed his aunt coming out. Her delicate shoulders, her 36C breasts with pink tipped nipples, her flat stomach, her superb buttocks and her long, sexy legs, everything screamed sexiness in her. He was standing at a corner, where he won't be that easily spotted. He watched her as she looked at her phone and smiled very happily.

The happiness in her eyes itself made his erection proudly stiff. He watched as she happily went to the list of her calls and clicked the dial button on the touch screen. It had been weeks since she talked with Manish. He had been avoiding her and Neeta couldn't be happier that he was calling her. Shyam felt some part of his heart ache as he saw his wife eagerly dialing up her lover. His breath was running fast and he knew that soon she will spot her lover.

When Manish's phone rang in the room, Neeta quickly looked in the direction of the sound and was pleasantly surprised when she saw her nephew cum lover in her bedroom. She watched him with tears in her eyes as Manish watched her with a smile on his face. Both of them stood unspoken for some seconds. The immediate hands which went to her chest when she thought there was some stranger in the room slowly dropped to her side and she proudly thrust her chest out as though giving Manish the best of her looks.

The tension was killing Shyam as he watched both the lovers staring a long look of intent. 

Neeta spoke, 'hi baby, how are you?'

Manish opened his arms as he continued to lean against the wall.

She rushed into his open arms as both of them hugged tightly.

'I love you, Manish' Neeta spoke with emotion, as Shyam made out that her voice broke in the deep poignancy of the moment.

The sentence both pained and excited his heart. His wife professing her love to her lover was making his heart beat erratically as he watched Manish pull his aunt's face to his and started smooching.

Neeta threw both her hands around Manish's neck and started kissing madly. She couldn't keep her emotions in check and as she made out intently with him. Shyam saw both tongues lapping at each other's mouths.

'I love you, Manish. I have missed you so much. You have no idea how much I have wanted you all these months.'

'I too love you, aunty. I didn't want to disturb you.'

Manish held at her hips and her navel was pressed against his midsection. As both of them came apart from the kiss, he still held her hips and her chest was grazing him. She looked into his eyes and spoke, 'don't you ever say that, Manish. You never disturbed me. I don't know what you are thinking in that guilty head. But I am not a little bit irked by you or Shyam for that matter. We both love you so much.' She kissed him lightly all over his face as Manish smiled.

'Oh, it's so nice having you in my arms, aunty.'

He slowly rubbed one of his hands on her ass as he said that. Neeta smiled mischievously as she looked into his eyes.

'I have missed your hands, baby.'

Manish rubbed her tight ass as he kissed lightly on her lips.

'are you sure it's the only thing you have missed?'

As Neeta smiled naughtily, Shyam pressed on his cock. This was the first time in his life he was watching his wife naked in the arms of another man. He couldn't control himself as he started jacking his member. Her naughty smiles, which she reserved for him for their personal moments were being shown for Manish and he felt a sharp pang of jealousy biting his excited heart.

She slowly humped against his front side subtly indicating her answer.

'There is one other little thing too, sorry a very large thing.'

Manish released her towel wrapped on her head letting her hair fall on her back. She looked more beautiful with her loose hair.

He squeezed her breasts with his large hand as she moaned. 

'hhmm, Manish why didn't you talk to me all these days, baby? I love you so much. You have no idea, how desperate I was for your touch, for your voice, for your presence.'

'I too was desperate for you, aunty.'

She smiled at him and said, 'its okay Manish, you can call me Neeta or your favorite nickname for me, slut.'

Shyam was excited by the way his wife was submitting to her lover and giving him all sorts of free allowances. She never encouraged filthy language in their bedroom but now was begging her lover to call her a slut.

Manish pinched her nipples. 'My dear slut, whom do you belong to?'

She flinched at his touch as she replied, 'I belong to you, Manish. I am your slut. Please, feel free to use my assets.'

She took both his hands and helped him wrap them around his tits as Manish subtly ground his denim covered front side on her mound.

Kissing him a few more times, she said, 'Manish, we will carry on the fun, baby. Let me get the front door first.'

She wrapped her towel around her body as Manish smiled at the meager surface area it covered. Shyam ran towards the basement as he hid in there while his wife rushed to lock the front door.

After some time when he went up stealthily, he saw his wife and Manish sitting side by side on the couch, talking and smooching like lovelorn puppies. Neeta was still in the towel but her beautiful cleavage and her marriage locket were making a great picture for her lover as Manish rubbed her wonderful breasts and her naked thighs while kissing her occasionally. 

She had put on the tea-kettle on the stove and went back after sometime to get him some coffee. After he had some of it, they resumed their kissing. Neeta was after her young lover like an eager slut. She was almost dragging kisses out of him holding his neck. She had her fingers in his hair almost all the time kissing and giving lusty glances at him. She looked like a bitch in heat. Shyam never witnessed his wife in such a randy state. Both the lovers hurried back to the bedroom.

When Shyam slowly approached the door, he noticed Manish was already naked. He gulped looking at the young man's cock. No wonder, his wife was infatuated with her younger lover. His cock was around nine inches in length and very thick in its girth. As Manish lay majestically on his marital bed, Neeta lay beside him still enjoying the little smooches. Manish rubbed his hands all over her firm ass and her abdomen as she mewled like a sensitive kitten. 

He noticed his wife running her hands over his cock as Shyam took his cock out. It was no use pretending that he wasn't going to jack off. The scene before him was the most erotic he had ever seen. It tugged at his heart's strings but the pain just caused him pleasure. His angelic and beautiful wife was behaving like a bitch before another man; it was one of the firsts in his life. He felt a pang of sadness that she was totally lost. She wasn't his anymore. The fact almost brought a tear in his eye, but he gulped and carried on his stroking. He watched his wife stroking the young man's cock, as Manish smiled and lazily ran his hands on her neck in her hair.

She looked at the opening of his penis which was shining with a drop of precum. Looking into her young lover's eyes, she licked the drop of pearl and said, 'I have missed him so much. He got so acquainted with me and you separated me from him, is that fair?' she pouted a mock look of disappointment.

'He has a lot of respect in the circle of sluts, I have. So, show him proper respect and you may have a chance with him again.'

The sentence though was jokingly said pinched Shyam very much. This young boy owned his wife like the young hunk he was and he was doing it on his terms while his wife was a total slut. Oh my god, he thought, jerking on his moderate sized prick.

'Oh, sorry lord Manish, you have such a wonderful cock and I am such a slut for it. I will give whatever you need, please don't part him from me, will you? I will be the best slut. Am I not your best slut?'

'You are not, but you are getting there.' 

Shyam noticed subtle note of irritation in Neeta's face, when Manish said she was not his best slut. That small moment excited him beyond measure. His wife was putting everything she had in her to please her young lover.

'Come suck my prick. Quit boasting you are my best slut and prove it with your actions.'

There was determination in her eyes, as Neeta held the base of the massive dong before her and she slowly wrapped her luscious lips around it all the time locking her eyes with her lover. 

'Do you like the feel of my tongue on your prick, Manish?' Neeta asked him making her eyes, very tempting. She slurped on his taut pee slit with enthusiasm showing what she can become for him. 'Tell me, baby, don't I give you the best blowjobs? Don't I love your cock more than any other woman that you had ever met? Am I not your best slut?'

She was practically begging for his appreciation.

Manish smiled at her eagerness while Shyam was flabbergasted by what he was hearing. Here was his wife of twenty years loving another man's cock more than anything she ever loved. She was just being that eager whore she wished to be for her lover. It was like a slap on his face but it was incredibly erotic. And she didn't inform him that she was having a good time with her lover. It was tantamount to cheating. It bothered him. They went through this topic many a time and it was always decided that she would be sharing their bed with her lover. Yet he felt she should have just told him before hand. It would have made this jacking he was doing more pleasurable. The fact that she was cheating on him added to his euphoria.

Manish ran his hands on her head and in her hair as though he was ruffling the fur of a pet dog. He nuzzled her neck smoothly yet firmly as though holding a claim on her and physically stating that she should do her duty of cocksucking with more enthusiasm. It also conveyed that he loved her as his bitch more than as just his lover.

'Tell me, Neeta. Are you my lover or my bitch? I want only one answer.'

Neeta ran her tongue all over the head of his cock laving it in the abundance of her spit while she looked into his eyes and said, 'I am your bitch, Manish.'

'If you are my bitch, Neeta, then what you have to do is present your ass to me while you carry on sucking my precious cock. Do you understand?'

The way Manish was taking stock of his wife was like a kick in the pit of his stomach, but Shyam felt he was rightly gifted with exhilarating feel of sex in his chest and in his every breath. He was more stunned when he noticed his wife adjusting herself on the bed in such a position that her ass was beside Manish's head while she didn't for a moment detach his cock from her mouth.

She presented her ass in such a way that her narrow hips were low with her stomach touching the bed while her ass was jutting proudly up and out as she knelt. Manish observed the way she had parted her thighs lightly allowing him the magnificent scenery of her moist cunt lips and that cute rosebud puckering in the line of her sex. Her stand was clearly a statement that she wanted Manish's hands on her cunt more than ever. Manish was clearly stunned by the beauty of this creature. This was the body of a twenty-year old lass rather than a forty year old mother. This was the body of his slut. But he wanted to tease her, torture her.

'you know, Neeta. I had a beautiful girlfriend while I was in the university, Sandhya. Hers is the best body, I had ever seen. She is the perfect slut, probably I had ever met. She had a killer body and when she wore skin tight jeans, I just wanted to fuck her in the middle of the college. But in privacy, she gave me the best of blowjobs. She was ever willing and she had the perfect cunt lips, I ever laid eyes on.'

His fingers slightly brushed her sex as he said that and Neeta whimpered at his touch and moved her loins towards his hand in anticipation of more. Her moans were music to Shyam's ears as he rushed towards his pleasure. Manish too gave out a grunt as he noticed Neeta blowing with the best of her skills. 

'I have to say, auntie, you too are a great cocksucker. In fact, the second best.'

The words hurt Neeta more than she imagined.

'What do you mean, Manish? I give my best, don't I?'

She asked with a pout in her expressions. Her innocent features along with her hand holding the base of his cock and rubbing the length of the monster all over her face made Manish almost laugh. She was begging him to show appreciation of her talents while Manish just ignored them.

'Of course, you give your best. But still, I left feeling wanted with your slutty mouth. Look at you, you completely ignored my ball sack. Is that the sort of bitch you are for me?'

'I am very, sorry, baby' Neeta said that as she dutifully got back to suck his balls. She lifted his hairy sac and started to lick them from the base. She swiped her wonderful tongue from the base of his sac which almost was from the crack of his ass. Manish felt wonderful as he felt those sensations. Neeta sucked one of his balls into her mouth while she jacked the nine inch prick. The scene was itself too much for Shyam. His wife was another man's slut. The truth excited him beyond measure. Neeta fell for her nephew's story and did whatever she could do to become the better slut. She washed his scrotum with her tongue while all the while presenting her ass, as Manish fingered and played with her folds. He was lauding on the points of his lover, sandhya, trying to inflame her feelings of lust and making her jealous, so that she could submit to him more.

Shyam really felt awed by the young man's intelligence in manipulating his wife and making him more of his property. He didn't know if he had to be serious or just go with the flow. But somewhere he knew that Manish would never try to break their marriage. He looked on awed at that monster of a cock and the way his wife was offering her prayers at the altar of that phallus. 

'Hmm, Neeta. You really have a wonderful cunt. I bet your husband had a good time with it all these twenty years.'

'Hmm, baby, I hate to get disturbed when I am having my personal time with your wonderful cock and the rest of the package, but probably, he did. I feel the time has come for my cunt to change its ownership.'

Shyam exhaled deeply as he bet on his cock hearing his wife's words. She was killing with lust and desperation.

Manish played with the engorged clit as she moaned against his cock. 'What do you mean, auntie?'

'I am offering my cunt to you, babe. I offer my whole body to do what you please. This might be the best thing that happened to me since returning from your home. Shyam makes love to me but he has respect for me and his sexual prowess with his moderate equipment isn't on par. With you, it's liberating. I admit I enjoy some talks with my husband and his pure love, but still I want this body to be owned by my lover. I think you fit the bill. Please, will you own my body and use it to your maximum?'

Her beautiful eyes were looking into his, lovingly, as she said those words. She had suspended her sucking to tell her feelings. But she was giving a hand job while she occasionally licked his pee slit. Shyam's eyes watered hearing her words.




Lovely Auntie Ch. 15



Manish dragged her onto him as they both kissed with rebounding passion. After a long passionate bout of their tongues, he turned her so that she lay on her back on the bed as he aligned his cock. He detected happiness in her eyes. It had been a long wait for him, but for her it had been a long torture. Manish kissed her with his cock prodding the folds of her pussy.

'I love you, Manish,' she said between their kisses. 

Manish drove his cock in as she gasped. He dragged it out as she exhaled a breath of disappointment. He waited a long moment enjoying the look of her desperation as he pushed his cock into her again. He continued this for a long time as she developed a ragged type of breathing. Manish pressed her wonderful and round breasts and fucked her nipples with his tongue as she writhed on the bed like a bitch in heat. Shyam looked at the way his nephew had made a hold on his wife and jacked in awe. He really felt admiration for the boy.

Manish started building the rhythm as he touched her every nerve centre in her pussy. She pulled his head onto her breasts wanting more of the pleasure. There were many mini orgasms flowing through her with his dominance over her body. She just wanted it to continue. She ran her hands into his hair and his back conveying her love and encouragement.

Manish noted the way she was enjoying his fucking. He was filled with absolute confidence that he could satisfy such a beautiful woman like his aunt and she was desperate that he own her. Is this really happening? He fucked her with reckless abandon as she mewled, whimpered, moaned like a new whore in business. He had been at it since the last twenty minutes. Neeta particularly enjoyed the duration of his lasting power. She knew he would be another half an hour at it and she was right. Nearly an hour lasted. But he didn't come, while he kept her in the upper echelons of lust. Shyam liked to last long, but he couldn't. He stopped many times in the middle for five minute and ten minute breaks so that he could enjoy the whole session and he did. But at long last, he spurted and came with his come spraying onto the wall. He made sure the next few spurts landed in his own underwear. 

Manish and Neeta were at it for another ten minutes as Neeta happily moaned and screamed.

'Manish, you monster. Unnnngggg, baby, uuuuhhhh, you are literally ripping me apart and killing me. Oh baby, fuck me and cum in me, honey.'

Manish smiled as he see-sawed into her well oiled pussy. It was a great pleasure looking into her lust filled eyes and hearing her wonderful moans. He could last another hour. But he wanted to give her what she wanted. As he fucked her with long and slow strokes, her clit was rubbing onto his iron hard cock. She mewled and kissed all over his chest.

'So, slut, you were telling me something about the ownership of your cunt.'

'Hmm, unnnggg, honey, yes, I would love to gift my cunt and all my body to you.'

'Will you come to me anytime I call you?' 

'Oh, Manish, I would. I would come on my hands and knees. I would crawl and lay at your feet all my life. I would be your pet dog, lap dog, or lap bitch. Hhhhmmmmm, unnnnggg, oh my God, you could use my attributes to your pleasure at any time on the clock.'

'Will you come and bend for me anywhere I ask you to?'

'hhhhmmmm, yes, baby. Even in the middle of a packed crowd.'

'Will you come and be my lap dog, even when your husband is around.'

'Hhmm, yes, baby I would. I would even ask him to see me be used by you. I would urge him to look on us as you finger me for your pure personal pleasure. I would be your personal fuck whore, while he knows the fact and lives with it.'

Shyam shivered at her words. But he had given her himself to be her nephew's personal pet. He had made the decision. He had even at times urged her to take control of their sexual relationship. But he couldn't bear that heartbreaking jealousy that ripped through him. He couldn't help a trickle of tear run on his cheek, as he seethed with inner turmoil. After the masturbation, he felt the reality very frightening. But at the same time, he felt his cock react. He couldn't recall the last time, his cock hardening right after cumming. He slowly jacked as he experienced the addiction of pleasure that he had become a slave to. He felt pride that he was the husband of the beautiful creature, who was frolicking on the bed. He felt that familiar exhilarating high as though he was on some strong spirit. His gloom dissipated as soon as it formed. He was getting accustomed to being the cuckold, he was.

Manish grunted as he listened to his lover's words and thrust more forcefully into her making her moan harder. He knew he was at the end. He kissed her nipples and bit them slightly as he wanted to hear that bitchy sighs he wanted to hear from her. He smiled as he experienced the truth that his aunt was his complete slut. His guilt was slowly falling away. It showed in the way his loins thundered over his aunt's. Neeta happily enjoyed the mating. She was in orgasmic high but she knew what she told was right. She was his. He heard as Manish grunted and said, 'I am coming slut, tell me where you want it?'

'Anywhere is fine, honey. But I know that you like to come on my face and tits. If you want you can bathe my tits with your precious cum.'

Manish grunted loudly one last time, as he spurted the first blast into her womb. But before he could blast the second jet, he withdrew his cock and stood on his knees on the bed holding his rock hard cock, while he dragged his bitch holding her hair forcefully at her neck and positioning before him. Neeta screamed with the pain she felt as Manish pulled on her hair roughly. But she was soon rewarded with the powerful streams of come that landed on her tits and some on her face. She too came as she screamed louder and squirted from her own pussy onto the bed. She couldn't believe the load that Manish made on her chest and face. He always came in gallons and it was another characteristic that she loved in him. She looked into his eyes adoringly as he looked back in pride. 

She jacked his cooling cock slowly as she smiled saucily and said, 'my god, you are an animal. You come like a horse. I could have a bath in your spunk. Do you know that? Hhmm, I really love your cock, baby.'

She slurped all over his cock as she closed her eyes as though enjoying her moments with her favorite thing in the world.

Soon, both of them lay on the bed, cuddling and kissing.

'Auntie, were you serious about the ownership?'

'Every word.'

Shyam was hurt looking at them now, than earlier. Their kisses and cuddling spoke of love and intimacy than the primal lust earlier. He gulped in frustration looking at them. He too came short after their coitus. But he didn't even feel it. As he heard Neeta say that she was serious about transferring the ownership of her body after coming out of their highs, he felt cheated. But as he looked at the couple on the bed, he couldn't help but admire them. They really were a good looking couple. She was extremely beautiful and Manish was one hundred percent stud. Against himself, he felt that she deserved better than her husband. She really deserved someone like Manish.

'I love you, Manish. I love to be your play thing, there is no change of the fact there. I love Shyam, I am not telling that I don't. but, is it wrong to share?'

'Hmm, strange logic, but I would have to go through it again. Anyway, you are my best slut.'

'Really,' she was all smiles, hearing him say that. Manish and Shyam could see the pride in her face as she felt happiness at the title, she craved.

'Yes, Sandhya doesn't even compare.'

She hit him in the chest playfully as Manish's eyes glanced over her bouncing breasts. 'Then why did you lie all that time?' 

He snatched her nipples, playfully in his fingers, pinching them and said, 'she is just the carrot.'

He noticed how she didn't remove his come from her breasts while collected all the globs on her face and happily slurped them away.

'What about the come on your tits? Are they going to stay?'

'Yes, they will, as long as they can. I love to wear your cum. isn't that romantic?'

'Very' Manish pulled her for another kiss.

Shyam was hurt by their romance than their real fucking. He wanted to disturb them, but he also knew that it wasn't manners. He slowly removed himself from his home as he got in the car and drove off. He pulled his mobile and called Sumitra. He told her that Manish had arrived safely. Shortly he got a call from his wife.

Neeta said in her sweet voice, 'hey, babe.'

'Hi, honey.'

'You know what, Manish has come.'

'Is it?' he was sad, but he covered his gloom with his brightening voice.

'Yes. What happened? You sound sad.'

It was never easy putting something past Neeta. She knew him like the back of her hand.

'Anything upsetting at work?'

'No, nothing of that sort.'

'Anyway, don't worry. What I am about to say will make you happy?'

Shyam waited with anticipation. 

Neeta said, 'Manish and I made out with each other.'

Though he witnessed and knew it, her words filled him with joy. The fact that she was telling him everything, made him very happy and he forgot all his misgivings. 

'Really. Where is he?'

'Yes, he is in the hall watching the telly. You are not mad, I hope.'

He said, 'no, absolutely not.'

Neeta was relieved with her husband's words. She had some inkling of guilt that she had sex with Manish without her husband's permission. But now, she felt relieved.

'Hmm, so, I was taking a bath, when he came in. he gave me a surprise. I was nude and so, one thing led to another and we were in bed.'

'Did you have sex?'

'Yes, we did. I hope you are not mad.'

'No, I am not, baby.'

'Ohh baby, you are the perfect husband. I am very sorry. I should have told you. But I had also a feeling that you would enjoy if I revealed it after I did it.'

'It's okay, Neeta. But before is probably a little better.'

'Ohh, Shyam. Are you hurt?'

'No, baby, I am not. So, how was your stud?'

'He is always the stud. And in bed he changes into something different.'

Shyam felt into the flow of things again. 'I bet he fucked you real good.'

'The best, babe.'

'Compared to me?'

Neeta waited a long moment. 'There's no such thing as comparison between you two, honey.'

'It's okay, Neeta. You can tell me. I won't feel mad.'

'With you, it's all love, Shyam.'

'You love Manish too, don't you?'

Neeta waited for a while, 'yes, I love him too. But probably because he is my nephew.'

Shyam smiled. 'it's okay, Neeta. I am not mad. But I know that you love him because he is a man. You love him as a woman attracted to another man. Is it not?'

Neeta was really worried for her husband. Playing is one thing but getting emotionally attached and admitting is harder. She knew that she loved Manish like a schoolgirl crush. But Shyam couldn't bear her admission. 

'No, Shyam, I love you as a woman loving a man. He is my nephew and it's probably the relationship thing that I have with Manish.' She lied.

Shyam felt relieved hearing her. It made him puff his chest out with pride. But he was a tad disappointed. He had all these perverse thoughts. First the sexual tension he fabricated between his wife and Manish. And when they started having sex, his perversion was taking unusual turns. He hoped for a romantic entanglement between them. And now when his wife said there was nothing like a mutual romantic attraction, he felt disappointed. But he would have to do with the moment. He was apprehensive if he could handle his wife falling completely for another man and ignoring him completely. Though he craved for it, he let it pass by just for now.

'Okay, so, what did you two do?'

'We did it, baby' her voice was soft as she admitted it.

'Did he cum in you?'

'A little. The rest he came on me, on my tits and face.'

The words from the mouth of his wife were erotic than what he had witnessed. He pressed the front of his pants as he heard her.

'The thing is honey, he is returning tomorrow morning. The idiot came for some work at the regional office of his company. He will probably leave for a few hours and return by evening. Would you come early so that we could go out?'

'Will try to, honey. Don't let me come between you. If you two want to go out, it's okay with me.'

'But it's not okay with me. Either you come or we all stay at home.'

'I am already late. I am still near home.'

'What?' Neeta asked, 'you left a long time back.'

'But I had this friend, who needed some work to be done. It's just fixed. I have just left from his place.'

'Are you nearby?'

'Yes, I am.'

Neeta smiled and said, 'can you come over just once? I need to tell you something.'

'But it is already late. And when I start talking with the kid, it will become much harder for me to leave.'

'Please, baby. Manish won't know. It won't take a moment. He is busy munching snacks in the hall.'

'Okay'

Shyam was at his place fifteen minutes later. He went to his door, but it was already ajar. Probably, Neeta must have put it like that. He entered silently, and Neeta was already there. She was topless wearing a towel at her waist. She gave him a finger on lips gesture of silence and neared him. Shyam made out the fresh globs of cum on her chest. Manish's potent sperm was there on her chest. She silently took both her hands around his neck and pulled him to her chest offering him the globs of her lover.

Shyam's cock burst with excitement at his wife's perverted scheme. She breathed in his ear, 'eat my lover's cum, Shyam. I want you to know how much he came on me. I want you to submit to me as my cuckold with this act.'

She held his hair with brute force as Shyam greedily slurped the globs of cum from her chest. Her wonderful breasts, which he revered like they were some divine endowments, were the receptacle for her lover's semen.

'Don't you see how tasty he is? Now, do you understand why I am such a slut for his cock? My place is a lapdog at my lover's feet. I would love to please him as much as I can. Can you live with that? Can you be happy with this most partial arrangement?'

'Yes, I can.'

She smiled at him and said, 'good, then. Go back to your office, while I need to satisfy my lust and my lover's.'

Shyam came in his car third time that day and he was almost exhausted with all the things going on. He knew he had taken the next step. And he felt he won't regret it.

When he returned that evening, he was stunned to see his wife looking so beautiful in a sleeveless blouse and a sari. Very rarely, she went sleeveless. Moreover, her sari was tied below her navel giving a wonderful picture of that beautiful part of her anatomy. She and Manish were seated on the couch of the hall, as Neeta wrapped both of her hands around his left arm. She was laughing to some jokes he was making. They were enjoying each other's company very much.

Shyam felt a small pang of jealousy at their intimacy. But it was nothing to what he had witnessed in the morning. He felt emasculated before this boy. The boy who grew before his very own eyes. He greeted his nephew with a smile. Manish quickly got up as a mark of respect for his uncle. Shyam noted how decent the young man was. There was a little trepidation in the kid at the fooling his wife is doing with him. But he had manners. Neeta too noticed Manish was a little out of his funk owing to their relationship. She made him comfortable by hugging him more often and standing by his side at every opportunity.

As Manish observed his uncle being very casual and friendly with no strange feelings of animosity and anger, he came around and was his usual self. Even then, Shyam noticed that his nephew was a very decent kid. He is a young man, any girl would fawn over. No wonder his wife was all over him.

They all went to dinner that night. Neeta held her husband's eyes longer to see his reaction and tease him as she was always by her nephew's side. She kept her husband excited by acts of intimacy with her lover. She didn't behave in any overt sexual, flirtatious manner. But she responded to whatever Manish said and laughed and smiled at his every little word. Even in the hotel, she sat beside Manish and assisted him with serving of dishes, while her dear hubby looked on. Shyam thoroughly enjoyed this little arrangement. He loved the playful nature of his wife. She was the most decent whole through the evening, not even mentioning a single word of carelessness or sexual nature. She was the same whenever she went out or even at home. She never talked excessively with other males. The restaurant staff already took a liking to their table answering their every call. It was clearly owing to the lady at the table.

Can the waiter, the usher, the server believe how much randy his wife was with her nephew that morning? Can they believe how much naughty she was with her lover and was enjoying an extramarital affair? It was clearly beyond their thought. Shyam smiled in himself as these thoughts occurred in his mind. Manish really enjoyed the evening and with the feeling that he was one of the companions of the lady. He noticed his aunt giving much of the attention to him. But he told himself that she was making him comfortable owing to his uneasiness. And he liked his uncle very much. He felt a tad bit of guilt resurfacing but was thwarted whenever his uncle indulged him in a bit of political talk. 

Shyam really enjoyed the evening. The kid was certainly a good company. And moreover whenever he saw his wife happy, he was more than content with the result. But he also enjoyed their little secret, the sexual triangle, no outsider knew. The kid knew that Shyam was aware of the fooling that he had done with his wife. But he wasn't sure if his uncle knew of the morning tryst. Going by his behavior, he didn't seem to be minding much. Neeta the core of the group was as resplendent in her beauty as by her bearing. She usually drew admiration anywhere she went and this was no exception. But the fact that she sucked the kid's cock in the morning didn't look a possibility by the way she behaved. Moreover, only the husband and wife knew that a game of eroticism was still on with her keeping Manish company, while the usher took them to the table, while they parked the car, while they exited the restaurant, while they waited for the car. The onlookers might have believed that Manish was a fond younger brother of the lady, while the lucky husband is fortunate that at least he drove their car.

While the valet took the car out, Shyam slipped at the last step and he sprained his ankle. The whole decorum broke at that moment. Neeta rushed to her husband's side and fussed over him like a mother hen. She insisted Manish drive the car, while she sat with Shyam in the back making him rest his head on her shoulder and nuzzling his head in her neck. She felt sad that she neglected him. Though it was a game, the end point of his ankle sprain altered her perception. Shyam easily overlooked the sprain pain with his wife's love in bountiful amounts over him. They got back to the house while Manish helped his uncle to the bedroom.

Manish too worried about his uncle. He felt guilty had he not visited, they wouldn't have gone out and there would have been no sprain. Neeta detected his worry and told him it will be alright. Shyam, since the evening, had been aware of the impending night and would there be replay of the morning. He didn't know what brewed in his wife's mind. Neeta gave him some painkillers and massaged his foot while she rang their family doctor. Shyam told otherwise and said he would wait till the morning. The pain was better after he had taken the pills. He silenced his fussing wife telling her its sleep time.




Lovely Auntie Ch. 15



Manish was given the guest bedroom and Neeta retired to their bedroom in her usual nightdress. Neeta hugged Shyam's head into her bosom kissing his forehead.

'Neeta, do you want to go to the boy's...'

'My dear perverted husband, I have no such plans and please rest your sexual mind for once.'

Shyam smiled. 'Honey, I am fine. I thought as Manish is leaving in the morning.....'

'And you thought wrong, Shyam. I had no such plans since evening. Don't think I have changed my mind because of your sprain.'

Neeta was honest there. She knew that the sleeping arrangements in the night would be a matter of discussion between them. But she had decided that she didn't want to play with Manish while her husband was home. She wanted him to have at least that satisfaction. She felt guilty that she had feelings for her nephew but was lying to Shyam about it and wanted to play with him for awhile being close to Manish in the evening but that was it for this visit.

She kissed him slowly and sensuously as Shyam held her head and kissed back. Their kisses were very special and he enjoyed them a lot. He took his hand into her night dress and held her breast pinching her excited nipple.

'You are excited, baby. Is it because of Manish?'

'Maybe' she replied taking a pause in their smooch and carrying on.

He played with her nipple as she moaned against him. He lifted her nightgown and flicked her petals as she whimpered. 

'Shyam, don't you think you are being naughty?'

'Am I?'

'Yes, you are. You said something about being my cuckold.' She looked him in the eye as she said those words. There was saucy smile on her lips and Shyam's heart beat fast as he realized she was playing their game with him. She kissed him on the cheek and said, 'I don't think I should even let you kiss me, don't you think?'

'Please, baby.'

'Then you don't want to be my cuckold. I wouldn't even let Manish touch me. I will be the faithful wife I was earlier. Would you like that?'

Shyam was already excited even before they got down to the real business. His cock was rock hard.

'Can't we talk about it later, Neeta?'

'No, Shyam, we need to talk about it now.'

Neeta located his cock under his pajamas and winked it with rough force.

'We need to talk it now, Shyam, while I pull on your small cock' she smiled saucily at him as she said those words. 'tell me Shyam, if you really want to be my cuckold, we will sleep now with no further stimulation. I will be on my side of the bed, while you will be on yours. I won't go near Manish, but you shouldn't self-pleasure yourself. How does that work for you?'

'Neeta, why are you doing this? I can barely hold myself.'

'You are free to accept, Shyam, baby. I will let you touch me and I will be even the dutiful wife letting you have sex with me. That is if you accept that you are a man and not a cuckold. But if you are one, then this is the test. You will sleep as of now, with your tiny dick hard. Man or cuckold.'

'But, honey...'

'Just one word, Shyam.'

'Listen, sweetie.'

'Just one word' Neeta said with her tone becoming a little louder than before. And Shyam knew that she was just fishing for his answer.

His face contorted with pain, confusion, excitement, anxiety. He knew he was a slave to his desires as he slowly said, 'cuckold.'

Neeta smiled as she withdrew her hand off his cock and with her other, she pulled his hand away from her breast. She kissed him on the cheek and said, 'alright, sweetie, goodnight. And please, wake me up anytime, if you feel pain or something with your foot.'

She turned her wonderful buttocks and switched off the bed light on her side.

'Neeta, I agree to be the cuckold and I promise not to masturbate, if you agree to one condition.'

Looking into his eyes, she asked softly, 'what is it?'

'Will you please spend the night with him?'

Neeta laughed softly as she said, 'why do you do this to yourself? Why do you hurt so much?'

'I don't know. I am addicted to your beauty and the pain associated with it.'

She considered his words for a minute.

'Alright, baby. I am going to my lover. You behave well, okay, while the hunk measures the depth of my cunt.'

She got up and left the room as Shyam looked on the lovely backside of his wife, which was dressed in her flimsy and beautiful nightgown. He sighed as the door clicked shut and he was left alone to muse what was happening in the guest bedroom.

Manish was already in light sleep when he heard his door creaking open. He jerked on the bed and noticed in the faint light drifting from the street through the windows, his aunt entering. He flipped the switch of his bed as he rubbed his eyes.

'Auntie.'

'Shhh, baby. I just came to say goodnight.'

Manish was excited in a flash of a moment as he saw his aunt in that nightdress. Though he noticed that her flimsy gown was thoroughly opaque at the essential areas, a tight seam just below her bust emphasized her boobs as a wonderful cleavage formed. Probably there were a few laces to tie, but Neeta had flipped them open for his benefit. Her wonderful hips and buttocks along with her graceful and sexy movements made him excited beyond pleasure.

'I am sorry to wake you, honey.' She said standing beside his bed.

'It's okay, auntie. Is uncle fine?'

'Yeah, he is. Thanks for asking. Hope I am not disturbing you.'

'No, no, auntie. Nothing like that.'

'Can I sit on your bed?'

'Of course, what sort of a stupid question is that?'

As Manish got up from his sleeping position and sat against the headboard of the bed, he made a little room so that she could sit beside him resting her back against the headboard too. Neeta noticed her nephew was naked from his waist up as he was wearing just a small short under the sheets. She sat beside him such that both hips were touching each other. Neeta was excited in a flash looking at his nakedness. His broad shoulders and his flat abs perked her nipples up. She kissed him on the lips with her hands around his neck as Manish too pulled her for a deep one. With a strand of spit hanging between their mouths, she said, 'I love you.'

'Hmm, me too.'

'Did you have a good day?'

'Yeah, auntie, I did, in fact. I loved the dinner.'

'Glad you had a good time.'

Neeta took his hand between hers and placed her head on his shoulder. She just wanted to spend some time with him. She kissed his hand and rubbed it against her cheek.

'So, why are you leaving so soon? Can't you stay for a few days? Shyam too loves your company.'

'I know. But work, auntie. I need to be at my office.'

'I will miss you. I miss you daily, do you know?'

'Yeah, I love to know that.'

'While I get hurt.'

'Oh, Neeta, why are you making my going away hard?' he kissed her on the cheek as she rubbed his hand snuggled against him. Manish held her as both of them talked about their families.

'How are Kams and Mimi?' 

'They are fine. I can't wait to get them back in April. I may be visiting them before their exams.'

Manish listened to her excited talk whenever her daughters were mentioned. 'Give my love.'

'will do. Anyway, you said something about shifting to Chennai regarding the job. Is it still on the cards?'

'My previous boss made the transfer last week and he is planning to hire me into his team. So, yeah, it is still on the cards. But, I am thinking. Dad can't leave Hyderabad. He has his business there. So, I will just be on my own. And mom is strictly against it. It is tough being only one in the family.'

Neeta smiled and kissed his shoulder. 'You don't know how hard it was for them too. Your mother had some gynecological problems after your delivery and had her uterus removed. So, they brought you up with such care. Probably, I too joined their pampering act. And I don't regret it. But, you have certainly outgrown how I thought you would turn up. I thought you will be just fat and huge like your father was when he was younger. Yet you are here. Every bit of a hunk. There is certainly a discussion among mothers, in our relatives and friend circles regarding who they would hook their daughters up with. But you are rejecting girls left and right.'

'See, auntie. It is hard to say. I am not saying that I am a worthy candidate to reject all the girls. They probably deserve somebody better than me. They are beautiful and good looking and well mannered even. But it is me, who has the problem.'

'It's okay, Manish. Tell me, do you like some other girl? Your mom and dad are okay with your choice too. Why are you not hearing them out?'

'My god, aunt. I come all this way to forget all these sorts of troubles. But you are pulling me into it.'

'Alright, alright, forget it. I am sorry I caused you the trouble. What would you like to do? Do you need anything from me?' she asked him while making inviting eyes at her lover.

Manish looked at her lovely face and still more beautiful cleavage.

'My god, Neeta. Your cleavage is really hot.'

He dipped his finger slowly into her wonderful tit fat and made a subtle motion of fingering that hot piece of cleft, while she moaned.

'Hmm, baby, we can have wonderful nights if you can stay for some more time.'

Manish removed his finger and licked her face with his tongue as she shivered with lust.

'I am sorry, dear aunt.'

He took hold of her hip while he showered her with many more kisses on her face.

'It is really a quality time spending with you, auntie.'

'I am glad I can be of some assistance.'

'Hey, do you want to see the pics of me, mom and dad at Vinay's marriage.'

'Yeah, sure.'

Neeta certainly had the best time as she spent time with Manish. It was like she was getting rejuvenated with life as he talked incessantly about his family, office and many other matters. She held onto his arm, possessively, staring into his eyes as he described many details. Manish too enjoyed how deeply she was involved in his discussions. It was at this profound romantic moment Shyam tried to have a peek at what they were doing. He moved himself despite having a bad sprain to the guest bedroom, disregarding the demerits of getting caught. He would have been less excited if he would have seen a sexual act at that moment. 

His dick became harder instantly as he looked at the romantic and intimate time they were having. He felt his heart tearing apart in his chest. But the jealousy was bewitching and intoxicating. He noticed how both of them pecked between their discussions and kissed passionately at regular intervals. Manish even sometimes kissed her beautiful cleavage while she ran her hands in his hair. Breaking promise to his wife, he wanked, but he didn't come. He retreated after some time. But sleep was hard to come. He knew that it will take some time. He waited for an hour and a half. It was already two. Yet, she didn't come.

He slowly crept out of his room and heard both of them speaking in the hall.

'.....and he says I am the one, who was wrong, auntie' Manish was saying.

Neeta was sitting on his thigh while he was on the couch.

'How many times shall I have to say, to call me by my name or any other vulgar word,' she protested.

He laughed and kissed her on her face. 'Sure, Neeta babes.'

'I don't think I will get tired of talking with you. You said your train was at seven, didn't you? I think we shall.....'

'No, please Neeta, let us talk some more.'

'Hmm, wish this night never ends.'

Manish was rubbing her back lazily as they chatted. Shyam noticed the passion with which both of them kissed as Manish nuzzled his face into her wonderful boobs and ran his hand over her firm buttocks.

Neeta then did something to spice up the moment. She drew the bust part of her nightie in such a way that the neck opening was pushed down below her breasts exposing those wonderful orbs. Biting her lower lip and making bedroom eyes, she said, 'you can play with them while you talk with me, honey.'

Manish heaved her meaty boobs in his left hand pinching those wonderful nipples as she moaned. He teased the bull's eye like nipples with his tongue and teeth as Neeta was getting aroused in a higher zone of eroticism. Though Manish saw his fair share of boobs, he was deeply attracted to Neeta's and his mother's boobs. While his mother's boobs had that mature, oomph like quality with large sized nipples showing every bit of her mature womanhood, Neeta's tits were like sculpted beauties with perfect weight and poise. They were situated on her breast in a much disciplined fashion with minimal sag though she was a c cup. They were creamy white with pinkish tips of nipples erect about an inch like little penises and clit. He teethed them lightly making her wince with her eyes fluttering with lusty eroticism. She couldn't get more of her handsome hunk of a nephew.

He took hold of her hair at the neck pulling it back making it arch. Neeta's posture was like a submissive kitten and that was what made Shyam to abandon his promise for the second time, and started to jack his stiff dick. 

'The problem when you flaunt your boobs is that, bitch, I can't talk while these babies hang before me. I won't mind if they were others. But when they are yours, my dear whore, I get distracted good. A load of cum is jumping in my balls to coat you.'

'Hmm, unnggg' Neeta moaned as she heard her lover speaking in his excitement. 'What are you waiting for, lover? Coat my body with your cum. Spray on my slutty tits and fuck my whoring cunt. After all you own me and it is only fair that you mark me, too.'

Manish was mad with lust and on hearing her words, his lust just got fired up. His erection which was making a strong statement below Neeta's thigh, was struggling to come out. But Manish felt that her tits need to be properly shown attention as he laved those wonderful structures with dollops of his saliva as he started licking them with gusto. He kneaded them and he pinched them roughly to pain her. He got animalistic and he wanted his slut to remember him not only for pleasure but also for the pain. But he enjoyed those moans, those delightful noises that her throat made while she squirmed against the rock hard stick of his manhood. She enjoyed giving herself to her hunky nephew. She loved to have a real man for a change. A man, who would fuck her and do her good.

'Bloody bitch, tell me why you came in the middle of the night. I bet that unfaithful cunt of yours was itching to have a chance with my cock. Say it to me.'

The statement was a slap to both Neeta and Shyam. Shyam gazed with unbelief that his wife's face got perked about the abusing language her lover was using. She took hold of her right breast and offered it to her lover's mouth as he was busy biting the other tit.

'Yes, honey. Uunngg. You are right. I was lusting after your cock all through the day. Even while I was in the restaurant and while I was putting on the act of the dutiful housewife. Oooohhhhhh baby,' she screamed in midst.

'Bite them hard, honey. Let them bleed, baby. You own my tits and also yes, my unfaithful cunt. It is yours at any time and for whatever purpose, you want to have your way with it.'

Manish pulled down her nightgown till it was bunched around her hips. He enjoyed her saliva lathered tits with real gusto as he ran his hands on her slim hips and ass.

She kissed his face and ears as she asked, 'do you want to fuck me, now? If you want to enjoy my tits some more, I am more than happy to be of assistance.'

Manish kissed her for her caring and her accommodating nature. 'Do you love me so much, auntie?'

'You have no idea, lover. Just order me around like a dog and I will do whatever you want.'

'Take off your dress, bitch.'

She got up from his lap and removed the nightdress as she looked into his eyes. Manish too removed his short flaunting his nine inch cock. Neeta's heart fluttered and Shyam's missed a beat looking at his wife's expressions. Manish sat on a chair as he looked at the classic figure of his beautiful aunt. If she was anymore beautiful, his cock would rupture at the seams.

He gazed at her loveliness and touched his cock lightly. He walked around her.

'Stand straight, slut.'

Neeta did what she was told.

'Get into the attention position. Stand with your nose in the air, shoulders back and tits out. I don't like this hair that you have on your cunt.'

'I am sorry, Manish.'

'I admire the way you have stylishly put a landing strip atop that whoring cunt lips. But, I prefer you go bald. Would it be a problem?'

'Shall I do it now, Manish?'

'No, it can wait till the next time. You have an absolute figure, Neeta, I can attest to that. Your husband is real lucky at that point. I am sure a slut of your figure would have a high asking rate at any brothel or whorehouse. And when pimps see you in action with all that high fucking frenzied state you carry, they will know they can amass money if they make you their slut. You have so much fire in your loins that I am amazed how uncle was able to rein you. I am spellbound that you haven't fucked other men. It is really a surprise. Anyway, do you agree to be my slut?'

'Yes, Manish.'

Manish sat on a chair with no hands as he said, 'alright, come here baby. I want you to sit on my lap such that your back is to me and your ass cleft rests on my cock in length. Hmm, nice.'

Shyam bet his cock hard as he saw his wife following the orders of the young hunk with so much of obedience and zeal. She was in heaven as she liked her lover's dominant persona. She liked the new position, Manish was directing her.

She gave a long, throaty moan as her ass cleft touched that wonderful tool, her favorite toy. She aligned it and sat on it squirming as Manish held her hips and rocked her slightly for his benefit.

'That's done nicely, bitch. Now, extend and spread your thighs, but not your legs. Yes, like that. Hmm, I like your moans.'

Manish kissed her on the cheek encouraging her as Neeta moaned. She was already excited by his words, ideas. But when they put them in action, she was really finding it hard to contain her lust. So, was the case with Shyam.

Manish placed her hands behind her back, making her arch her lovely chest as he played with her boobs and pinched her nipples. He loved the way, she had assumed the position of opening herself up, as Manish said in her ear.

'Don't you look beautiful, auntie? You are my bitch, aunty. Whether you like it or not. I am going to tame you like a bitch. Would you like that?'

'I am going to wear your pussy so much that you are going to beg me to have some kindness, when I won't have any.'

'Ohh, hmm.'

'I will make you naked and make you display assets in public and whenever I feel like it.'

'Yes, baby.'

'I am going to make you my whore, as I will fuck in any position, anywhere, even outdoors at anytime I like. I will buy a new flat to fuck you day and night.'

'Yes, I like that, Manish.' Neeta was squirming as she felt Manish's hands on her firm, flat belly as she came with her first orgasm of the night. He didn't even touch her cunt as she came. 'hmmmm, unnngg, oh baby, I am ohhhhh......'

'Stop moaning you filthy cunt. I will bring my friends over to your place and make them fuck you like a cheap five rupee prostitute as you whine like a filthy bitch. I will make you my cum bucket and spray on you. I will use your mouth to my pleasure and will sell your charms to anybody I like.'

Manish kissed her as he played with the softness of her body. He liked the smell and the womanhood of his lovely auntie. He loved to really spend many more days with her but his job required him to be there in Hyderabad. He will really miss this beautiful body of his slut. He kissed her cheeks as pure love flowed through him. His aunt asked him if he had any person in his mind to marry and for the first time, he felt that person was Neeta. He wanted to marry her. She probably was his soul mate. The thought triggered much more happiness and lust in him as he slowly raised his bitch and slid his cock into her as she moaned with happiness. He loved that tunnel of her womanhood which had bore two daughters and yet it was tight like a young virgin's cunt. He kissed her cheeks as he came in her. This was pure passion and love, which was happening between them. He liked her company. He liked her body and also fancied her on an emotional level. As both of their lusts came down, they remained in that position as she sat in his lap.




Lovely Auntie Ch. 15



Neeta felt the strong jet of his cum when he came inside her. It was like a surge of pride for her when the spurt occurred. She delighted in the way he pinched her nipples, but during the last kisses she knew that what they were doing was just beyond their mutual physical needs. She kissed him back as their breathing normalized. She luxuriated in his hug as he slowly turned her to cradle in his lap, while she murmured sweet nothings to him.

Shyam wanked on his cock. This was for the fourth time in a day, which was most he had in a day. While he felt that exhilarating feel of erotic tension, he couldn't rub off the sad truth that he had taken backseat in the matters of meeting his wife's needs. Both the lovers looked blissful in their coupling. There was no way he could overlook that hunk of a boy, who had captured his position in their bedroom. He was relegated to the guest room. Though it didn't literally happen, it was what it looked like. He came contrary to the promise he made to his wife. The quantity was comparatively high for a man, who came four times. He wiped his tears as he saw the romance that was happening between Neeta and Manish. He loved both of them. He looked at that heart wrenching intimate moments, before he turned his heel.

Neeta got up from his lap as she gathered her clothes. Manish denied her from donning them. 

He stood up as she stood before him looking into her eyes.

'Any more demands for the night, sir?'

Manish looked at her red pussy which had been thoroughly punished for the day. He played his fingers on her mons as she moaned.

Manish shook his head as he captured her lips.

After the kiss, she asked while resting her head on his shoulder. 'Shall I sleep with you?'

'No, auntie. I want to sleep. I don't think it is a possibility if you come to bed with me.'

She smiled at him. But Manish didn't want his uncle to not find her at his side when he woke up in the morning.

'Now, go' he pushed her off, as he swatted on that curvy bottom.

While she smiled at him before turning back, she couldn't hold back a tear, oblivious to him.

She came back to the bed to find her husband sleeping blissfully. She had put on the nightgown and hugged her hubby from the back.

'Are you awake?'

'Hmmm??' Shyam asked. He was wide awake. His mind was running with the images of his wife with her hunk of a nephew. She rubbed his stomach and delved her hands into his pajamas to find a small boner. She slowly jacked him.

'Did you enjoy my absence?'

'A little.'

She looked into his eyes as he turned back. 'Yeah, a little, I get it' she winked into his eyes.

She turned to lie on her back. 'Get up. I have a gift for you.'

She guided his head to her snatch as she pulled her nightgown to her stomach. Shyam was enthralled by her flat stomach and her wonderful figure. But more intoxicating was the virile smell of her lover, which emanated from her pussy. He looked into her eyes as she smiled at him and shoved his head to her puffy lips. Shyam licked a few times on her lips and clit before probing his tongue between the lips. Suddenly he was rewarded with a deluge of her lover's cum. 

'Drink all up, Shyam. I want you to taste that delicious cum and accept the fact that you have married a slut. I am not your faithful wife anymore, baby. I am just a whore in need of a cock. I love my Manish's cock. I worship his wonderful body. I am his slut, baby.' She came for the umpteenth time that day as Shyam licked her snatch dry like a man possessed. She grabbed him up for a kiss as both of them hugged. 

They kissed like a pair of eels. Shyam said, 'I love you, Neeta. I don't know why. But the way you are behaving is having an intoxicating effect on me. I love you no matter what.'

Neeta sobbed into his chest as he kissed her on the forehead. 'I am selfish. I am neglecting you for my physical needs.' Her guilt was gripping her as Shyam patted her. She didn't feel that her husband deserved her carelessness. She was really a vile bitch.

Shyam said, 'I love you, baby. Please, don't cry. You are precious to me. Your happiness, too. The only thing that can make me sad is your sadness. I want you to enjoy whatever you are doing. I love you. I care for you.'

She smiled through her tears, 'me too. I am sorry for everything I have done.'

'Don't be. I wanted them. I pushed you into it.'

'Shut up, it's my fault too. And anyway, mind your hands, mister. They are taking liberties over my ass. My cry doesn't imply that you are going to cum tonight.'

Shyam laughed and appreciated the spooning position she provided for him.

'I have got make a confession though. I came imagining you two.'

Neeta looked at him with mock seriousness. 'That's a very bad thing you have done. But I will let this pass up for this time owing to the fact that you are temporarily crippled. But don't forget, I love you.'

'Hmmm' Shyam breathed happily into her ear.