It had been long since I last had sex and believe me, without sex, a person gets frustrated. As you have read the last story of mine where I had sex with my aunt with the toppings of massage to spice it up, this story is with my maternal aunt (mother’s sister) with whom I had sex with in India.
In 2012, when I was 21 years old, I was traveling with my sister and mother to India. India is a heaven for sex and for eyeing all the beautiful women and, of course, checking them out. Let me make one thing clear: forced sex, rape, or anything that goes against a girl’s wishes is wrong.
Getting back to the story, my mom was Indian but she changed her nationality after marriage. My khala and my mamu had come to receive us at the airport. To be truthful, I never had intentions of seeing my khala as a sex idol. It was just that one moment when I was turned on by khala. She was happily married with two kids, lived in Kolkata, and was a housewife. She lived in a joint family where privacy was minimal. She had a beautiful way of talking.
Although I would rate her body as average with her 30C, yet soft boobs, her nipples were brown like KitKat in color, and her skin tone was like that of Brazilian women. Her vagina was something that shocked me; she was clean-shaven, waxed of course, and her clits were a bit spread but not too much, resembling the look of a peach when you cut it open.
We were traveling to Ghazipur, UP via train. As you know, in Indian trains, everyone rushes to find a seat, and I was also in that rush. We found our seats and were adjusting our luggage under the seat. I was sitting, and my maternal aunt was adjusting her trolley in front of me when she suddenly sat on my lap. Oh my, that hot ass and her hot vagina were on top of my penis, with only her shalwar and my jeans as barriers!
It wasn’t just a brush; she sat there for exactly 3 minutes, and man, did it turn me on. In a moment, I was horny, and my penis sprang up like a rocket. As she was sitting on my lap and my penis was poking her pussy, she realized it. The funny thing is she started to move left and right, rubbing her hot pussy against my dick. She then got up and said to me, “I am sorry, hope I didn’t hurt you.” I replied to her, “No problem, khala. If you want, I can help you.”
We all settled down, and I went to my seat, which was a side upper berth. I napped, but during this time, I started to think about the moment over and over again. I was sexually deprived, as my last sex chronicle with my paternal aunt was 3 months back.
My mom woke me up to have dinner because it was night time. My aunt slept in the middle berth, and all I was focused on was her body. It was 2 am when my khala woke up. In India, it’s customary for a man to accompany a woman to the restroom. She saw that I was awake and asked me to accompany her. Surely, I wouldn’t miss the opportunity, so I went.
She went into the bathroom, and I was waiting outside. When she came out, she washed her hands in the outdoor basin. While she was washing her hands, the train suddenly sped up, causing her to shift towards me with her hips facing my groin! My left hand was on her waist, near her hip. She was about to fall when I put my right hand on her chest.
This was the first time she started craving sex with me. It was a good 40-second hold. I quickly picked her up, she washed her hands, and quickly went inside.
I went back to my seat and turned my head towards her. Her head was facing me and her legs were towards the windows. I could see her beautiful small breasts covered by a dark blue bra. My mom’s sister apparently noticed my ogling towards her, and in the moment, she deliberately adjusted her kameez so that I could have a proper view.
The next morning, we reached our home. My nana and nani were thrilled to see us. Surely, my mom was crying, and that made me cry too, because it’s every 3 to 4 years I get to see my grandparents.
My village house is quite big, built on 7180 sqft of land with 2 floors. It is a C-shaped house with a distance of around 60 ft between the ends. My nana is a doctor, as well as my mamu, and my elder mamu; my younger mamu works for a bank. I relaxed and went to my room for a shower. My room was at the other end of the house; I closed the door but didn’t lock it.
I got out of my extremely dirty clothes, placed them on the bed, and went naked into the bathroom, leaving my clothes in the room. I turned on the shower and started to wash myself. I was feeling sexually deprived, tired, horny, and a mix of other emotions erupting inside me, which surely provoked me to fondle myself. I closed my eyes and began to think of something arousing, and each time my thoughts turned towards my khala.
Suddenly, there was a bang on the bathroom door. I was a bit scared because I was busy relaxing. I inquired who it was, and it was none other than my aunt. She wanted to use the bathroom as all the others were busy. I stepped out and searched for something to wrap myself with, but as a habit, I realized I hadn’t taken any towels in the first place. I said to khala, “Khala, I don’t have a towel to cover myself.” She replied, “What? Why didn’t you take a towel? Forget the towel, open the door, I need to pee! Hurry!”
I told Khala, “Okay” and asked her to close her eyes. Just as I was guiding her toward the toilet, her warmth made me feel like having sex with her, but I ignored my feelings and started to take a shower. I didn’t look at khala, feeling both ashamed and aroused by her presence in the same bathroom.
After she finished, she asked me to guide her outside. Just as I was stepping out of the bathing area, I slipped very badly. I fell on my butt, with my right cheek taking the first impact. The sound of my fall startled my aunt, causing her to open her eyes wide as she quickly rushed to pick me up. She held my arms over her shoulders and took me to the bed, lying me on my back.
I was really hurt and moaning in pain. She spread both of my legs and asked where I was hurt. I said my right hip cheek and upper thigh muscles were hurting. She placed her hand on my thigh and moved upwards, starting to massage the region swiftly. My aunt’s hands were near my penis, and occasionally her pinky finger would touch my testicles. Her gentle touch and soft hands (she had hands as soft as cotton) caused my erection.
I was in pain, and at the same time, my penis was erect. Her massage did ease my muscle pain, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the head of my penis. I noticed she started sucking her lower lip as if trying to make it wet and circling her index finger on my thigh. She seemed to be swallowing saliva and desperately trying to prevent her mouth from drying out. When a woman is turned on by seeing a penis, she will often show these symptoms, indicating arousal. She stopped the massage and asked if I was okay now.
I said yes, but my hip was still hurting, so I quickly covered myself with my shirt. I apologized to her about my erection. She replied, “It’s fine beta, it’s not an issue, as it is just human nature. The main thing is you are okay.”
I changed my clothes, took some painkillers, and went to sleep.
There was a knock on my door in the middle of the night. I opened it, and there stood my khala. She said, “Beta, I’ll have to sleep with you in your bed as all the other rooms are occupied. Can I sleep here?”
I replied, “Of course, khala. I will put my sheet on the ground.”
She said, “Beta, it’s fine. You can sleep here on the same bed.” I hesitated at first, but since I was very sleepy, I went to bed.
I remember it was around 4 am when I felt warmth on my penis. I opened my eyes and saw my aunty’s left hand inside my pajamas, gently caressing and fondling it. Looking up at her face, I realized she was deep in a lucid dream, mistaking me for her husband.
She said, “Aaj aap kuch zyada hi garam nahin hogaye, lagta hai aapki is garmahat ko thanda karna padega. Kitne dino se aap aur main akele nahin rahe, magar aaj meri pyaas bhi bujhi gi (Today, you are feeling so aroused, it seems I will soon satisfy my thirst as we have not been alone). By this, I knew Khala was sexually deprived and really missed a man’s touch. I didn’t remove her hand and slept away.
It was 7:30 in the morning. I opened my eyes and found my khala’s head on my chest, her hand inside my pajamas, and her hand on my penis. Surely, I was turned on but kept my eyes shut. After exactly 30 minutes, she woke up and was embarrassed to see her hand on my penis.
She slowly took out her hand, adjusted herself, and got up from the bed. She thought I was asleep, but I wasn’t; I was just enjoying her touch. I woke up and went to have breakfast. From that moment onwards, my aunt always used to be free with me, teasing me, sometimes playfully hitting my butt.
It was one fine evening when my aunt called me to the storeroom. She was standing on a stool and had a bag she needed to put on the top shelf in the storeroom. She asked me to hold her as she tried to push the bag. I held her hips with my left hand and her waist, just above her pelvic area, with my right hand.
She was turned on, and I could see her breathing heavily. I knew she was horny, and I asked her if everything was alright. She said yes and told me to hold her well, so I obeyed. But my intentions were so evil. I had a good grip, not a hard grip so that she doesn’t get hurt, but a firm grip. Believe me guys, girls always want a firm grip, not too hard or too soft.
Here’s the corrected version:
She lifted her right leg onto the shelf to push the bag back, but she was unable to do it. She asked, “Beta, can you please push me upwards?”
I couldn’t reach her thighs and I said, “Khala, I can’t reach your legs.” She said to do it anyhow.
I placed my hand just between her legs, cupping her wet pussy and partly inserting my finger inside her vagina over her shalwar. She gave a big jerk and said, “Ooo, beta, dheere se, zyada zor mat lagao, warna main gir jaungi (son, slow down, don’t push too hard or I might fall down).”
I could see she was enjoying the touch. She tried to move, and I was practically pleasuring her with my fingers. I started to increase the pressure, and she jerked and fell down from the stool into my arms.
One of my arms was around her waist, and my other arm was holding her breasts, while my penis was touching her thighs. She thanked me for saving her and said, “Beta, aapne zyada maza nahi liya,” (Son, you didn’t enjoy it much), to which I replied, “Khala, woh to aapke upar hai, agar aapko maza aaya” (Aunty, that’s up to you, if you enjoyed it).
Both of our sarcastic tones were turning both of us on. She went out of the storeroom to divert her mind. In the kitchen, she started to cook while I stood nearby, giving a naughty smile and checking her out. She looked at me and smiled, hiding her face, trying to conceal her emotions.
I made a plan – a plan to make passionate love to my mother’s horny sister and relieve her of her sexual misery. It was nighttime, and I was ready with my plan. Khala came in; she was dressed in loose shalwar and a tight white kurti, her breasts tightly packed as if they were being strangled. She closed the door, and I was already in bed. I had a cotton banyan (vest) on and was totally naked underneath. I covered myself with a blanket since the AC was already on.
She came and lay on the bed, then switched off the lights. It wasn’t very dark, and I could see everything. I pulled down the blanket and turned toward my khala. She had her back facing me. Slowly, I moved toward her and placed my hand on her waist. Gradually, I moved my hand downward towards her shalwar and untied the knot.
I opened it and pulled down her shalwar, throwing it to the ground. Leaning my head towards her oval hips, I started to kiss them passionately. Suddenly, my khala said, “Tumhe Pata hai na, mai tumhari khala hoon (You do know that I am your aunt)?”
I said, “Haan aur main aapka bhanja hoon, lekin agar aapko lagta hai ki main yeh band kar doon, toh kar deta hoon. Lekin aapko pachtaayega (Yes, and I am your nephew, but if you think I should stop this, I will. However, you will regret it).”
My aunt got up and came towards me, then started kissing all over my face. She took my face, spread her legs, and guided my face towards her pussy. She said, “Mujhe apna kaam dikhao, phir sochungi ke tumhare saath mujhe kya karna hai (Show me what you can do, then I will think about what to do with you).”
I pushed her onto the bed and started to kiss her pussy. She was moaning, holding the bedsheet, and moving her head left and right, saying, “Aaaahhhh, oooooo, ummmmm..”
She was caressing my hair and spreading her legs…