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Subject: {ASSM} Blowjob from shy Indian Aunt (incest,m/F,con,oral,ws,groping)
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DISCLAIMER: The following is a fictitious story depicting fictional
characters. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely
coincidental.
This story is for adult audiences only and contains graphic language
and explicit sexual material. The text contains graphic descriptions
of sex between adults and teens, and between family members.
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__________________________
My Aunt's name is Radha. She is the wife of my father's
younger brother. We live in India in the state of Andhra Pardesh,
within the old city of Hyderabad. My Aunt is originally from Northern
India's Jammu region, but her father had moved his entire family to
Hyderabad when she was very young. Hyderabad is a multiethnic city,
where Hindus and Muslims live together, along with Dalits and Christian
converts. Like many Hyderabadi women, my Aunt was used to dressing in
ghagra-choli or shalwar-qameez. However, unlike most dark-skinned,
skinny Hyderabadi women, my Aunt was fair-skinned with pronounced
curves. She is short with an average build, cantaloupe-sized breasts,
matronly hips which developed after the birth of her baby son, and
jutting buttocks which are round as a soccer ball. Her shalwar-qameez
outfits, which resemble a long shirt and slacks of light fabric, are
always pulled tightly around her curves, displaying the cleavage of her
breasts, and the outline of her buttocks.
Aunt Radha is a typical Indian woman, and carries a submissive
quality in favor of the men in her life. She is respectful toward my
old parents who are leaders of our household. She serves her husband,
and is quite protective of and motherly with her baby son. I am the
young man in the house, and am a commerce student in college. She and
I have a special relationship.
It's not really a relationship, but more of an understanding.
You see, when she married my uncle and came to live in our house, I was
a typical 15-year old horny virgin. I thought only about sex as if it
were the only thing that existed. I was constantly turned on by her
curvaceous 30-year old body when she was in my proximity, and I copped
quite a few feels. Of course, she noticed my behavior, but being the
typical shy traditional woman, did not tell me to stop and did not tell
anybody. With time I got bolder, and began touching her quite
liberally. I would come home from school and find her doing dishes in
the kitchen sink, and I would walk up behind her, lift up the hind part
of her qameez (shirt), and stick my hand between her buttocks over her
shalwar (slacks). I would squeeze one of her buttocks or spread both
apart, all from over her clothes. At other times, when there was no
one in the house and she would be serving me lunch, I would unbutton
her blouse as she bent over to pour water in my glass, stick my hands
inside her blouse and squeeze her bra-covered breasts. Also on several
occasions, I had walked up next to her and taken her hand and placed it
on my crotch, and had her massage my penis from over my clothes for a
few minutes. Our unspoken understanding was that as long as I did not
go too far, i.e. initiate intercourse with her, my minor touching and
groping was fine.
I did have occasion to see her naked at times, and to go a
little further in sexual terms. Once during lunchtime, when our house
is usually empty of other people, I was standing behind her and
admiring and lightly caressing her buttocks while she washes dishes in
the sink. From her bedroom we heard her baby son crying, and she
walked over to the bedroom to breastfeed him. Meanwhile, I had become
quite horny, and I followed her to her bedroom where she sat upon her
bed with her back toward the door and her breasts exposed with her
child suckling on one of them. I walked up to her and motioned her to
stand up. When she stood up, I lifted the front part of her shirt and
stuck my hand down her shalwar from the front. I found the knot of
string that tied her shalwar, and pulled it loose, letting her shalwar
fall to her ankles. She had her hands full with her baby, and didn't
seem to be protesting too much over what was being done to her. I let
the front part of her shirt fall back and moved behind her, and lifted
the hind part of her shirt which was covering her panty-covered
buttocks. I stuck my fingers under the elastic waistband, and gently
lowered the back part of her panties so that only her buttocks would be
exposed. I slid my right hand down the soft valley between her round
firm cheeks until my fingers caressed her puckered rosebud. I gently
slid my index finger into her moist asshole, and finger-fucked her from
behind for about ten minutes while she stood there suckling her baby
and looking the other way. Afterwards, I ran off into the bathroom to
jerk off.
On another occasion, things took a different type of turn. I
had accompanied my Aunt to the open-air town market to shop for
groceries, playing the role of the strong young nephew escorting his
Aunt. After the shopping, as we were coming back she seemed to be
hurrying me along on foot at an uncomfortably fast speed. I was
getting tired because I was holding the grocery bags, and I asked her
why she was rushing. She said she had to go to the bathroom. I asked
her if she needed to piss and she blushed and nodded. I told he it
would be a better idea if she pissed in the bushes as is not uncommon
in India. She resisted at first, but then agreed reluctantly, and
walked with me to an open area behind some run-down empty houses. She
pulled down her shalwar and panties, squatted, and began to pee.
Fascinated by this sight, I put down the groceries, walked up in front
of her, and pulled up the front part of her shirt covering her spread
thighs and pussy. Ignoring her pleading eyes and words, I looked
curiously at the black bush of pubic hair in between her white legs and
saw a stream of pale yellow liquid jet out of the bush and into a small
puddle in the ground. I got an erection instantly. She finished
urinating and stood and pulled up her clothes, and we came home. After
that, on a few different occasions, I have walked into her lock-less
bathroom upon seeing her go inside, and watched her pee quietly with
low-cast eyes into the hole-in-the-floor-style toilet. I've never had
occasion to touch her naked vagina outright, but I have touched her
discreetly between the legs a few times as she did work around the
house, even in the presence of others.
With time my horny urges continued to grow. Often times I
would watch women around town walking in tight saris and shalwar-
qameez, jiggling their buttocks unconsciously. Then I would come home
and jerk off. On days when I couldn't jerk off because of the presence
of too many people in and around the house, I would turn into a
container of hormones and jism about to explode. On one such occasion,
we had company for lunch and I couldn't walk into the bathroom and do
my thing all afternoon. In the evening, everyone went shopping but
Aunt Radha stayed home because the baby was sick. I decided to stay
home as well to have some fun with my Aunt. She brought the baby to
the living room to feed him medicine and baby food, and went into the
kitchen to get those things. When she came back, I stood between the
baby and her, blocking her access and not letting her go past me. She
asked me what I was trying to do. I pulled my hard-on out of my pants,
and pointed toward it. She had never seen my uncovered penis before,
and was a little startled. I told her that in order to get to the
baby, she would have to suck my cock. She was wide-eyed with surprise
and hesitated for a few minutes. Then, upon seeing that I wasn't
budging, she bent over and took my penis into her mouth. She gently
slid her warm moist mouth back and forth on my penis, and I moved over
to let her sit on the side of the sofa where the baby was lying. She
opened the baby food and fed her baby with a spoon as she continued to
suck my cock. I bent over and squeezed her right and left breasts from
over her clothes. Soon I was ready to cum in her mouth, and I held
onto her head to make her stop sliding her mouth back and forth on my
penis. Then I took a deep breath and started spurting semen inside her
locked lips. She swallowed all of it and went back to attending to her
baby, while I went back to my room. That was a day I shall never
forget.
__________________________
A few years have passed since then and since I began writing
this story. I have moved to Silicon Valley on an H-1 visa to work for
an internet company. My uncle, who is a software programmer, has also
moved with his wife and kid to the same area. The relationship between
my Aunt and myself is no longer what it used to be. But, even these
days, on certain afternoons when her husband is at work and her kid is
at school, I sneak into my Aunt's house and take great pleasure in
pulling down her pants.
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