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I had been out with some friends for a late night dinner on a Saturday evening when one of my friends suddenly fell ill. So our plans fell through and I returned home earlier than expected.
As I entered the front door, I noticed that the TV in the family hall was on. The living room was accessible from the family hall through an open door and from the kitchen via a swinging door. A shuttered "window" also looked in on it from the kitchen. It was originally supposed to be a dining room, but it was used sparingly.
Anyway, I heard a low murmur of voices from the corner of the living room, and figured that Rahul, my 18-year-old nephew, had invited his friend over to watch TV. Not wanting to bother them, I entered the kitchen to fix myself a drink. But halfway to the fridge, I stopped in my tracks by a moan emanating from the living room. I crept up to the shutters, quietly moved some of the louvers, and peered to see inside.
There, I saw Rahul on his knees in front of the couch and seated on the sofa was a young girl, whom I recognized as Isha, one of the friends from Rahul school. I had often heard Rahul talking a lot about her, and I was glad that my shy stepson had won over his dream girlfriend, and the fact that the girl was naked!
Rahul, too, had most of his clothes off. Clad only in his briefs he was busily eating the teenage girl’s Isha’s pussy! She moaned in encouragement to him "Oh, yes, Rahul. That's good. Eat my pussy." And he eagerly complied. I thought of going in there to stop it, but the poor boy would have been horrified on seeing me. In an odd way, I was also pleased for Rahul for finding himself a cute girl, as I had been so worried since his own father had died a few years back and had become a recluse type of person.
So my elder sister had sent her son Rahul to me to take good care of him and to give me company. So I was looking after him since I had no k**s of my own. I decided to let the young couple enjoy themselves, and then speak to him afterwards. In the meantime, I had an opportunity to observe some real hot cunt-lapping by my nephew which I had never got to see it live. I must admit my nephew was a good pussy licker.
The girl was getting closer and closer to her orgasm. She kept encouraging Rahul saying things as "LICK my clit. Oh, yes, Rahul Are you sure you've never done this before?" Eventually, however, she stopped talking and just moaned as her orgasm approached. Finally she uttered a short scream, grounded her crotch in my nephew's face, and flooded his tongue with her cum juices. He kept licking and sucking, until finally, with a shudder she pushed him away.
Rahul stood up and pulled his shorts down and I gasped inwardly when his sweet young cock sprang into view. I was shocked to his cock size which was almost more than 7” in length and a bit thick too. I don't know when he got such a big cock for himself. Anyway, he sat down next to the girl and said "It is your turn now, Isha? How about you suck my cock and make me cum, Isha?"
Isha got up and turned to face him. "Very nice," she said "but I'm finished and in no mood to give you a mouth job. You can go back to jerking off yourself."
Poor Rahul's face fell. "But... I thought you liked me and you promised me blowjob if I eat your pussy, Isha" he said.
"I like you, but..." the teasing bitch Isha cruelly as she dressed, "as a good pussy eater and nothing else. But there's no way I'm returning the favour for you. If it got out that I sucked a loser like you, I would be the laughing stock in the college. Thanks for making me cum, baby, but I'm going." and she walked out of the house and I stood behind the shuttered window hiding myself from the bitch.
Rahul just sat there stunned on the couch, his hard-on in no way diminished by the bad mouthing he had just received from that bitch. With a half-sob, Rahul grabbed it and began jacking off furiously.
My heart went out to him and, without thinking, I entered the living room and saw Rahul who was in near tears and felt very bad for him.
"Aunty" he yelped, grabbing a throw pillow and trying to cover himself up. Then he just gave up and burst into tears.
"It's okay, Rahul ," I soothed him, wrapping my arms around him in a protective embrace. "It's okay. I heard the whole thing. I'm not mad at you. But that teasing bitch has really pissed both of us off."
As I soothed him, he told how she had come to him and asked for the favour from him. It was painful to me to see such a good- looking young guy at the mercy of any woman because of his lack of confidence. I decided to help him in the only way I knew.
I tried to slip my hand under the pillow which he had held and his head shot up in alarm as I grasped his still stiff hard cock in my hands.
"It's okay, Rahul ," I whispered, stroking him gently. "You're a handsome young man who shouldn't have to put up with that from any woman. I would be glad to help you, I can’t see you sad."
“Would you help me, Aunty?" he husked.
"Of course I will, Baby. You have a fine body and I just saw how you can please a woman with your mouth. Now let me show you how a woman can please you."
I pushed away the pillow and dropped my head to his lap. His involuntary gasp was immediately replaced by a moan as I vacuumed his prick into my mouth. Its lack of girth was marvellous, as I could slide it deep in without straining my jaw. In fact, I deep- throated him on the first stroke, something I could never do with any other man.
As my nose bottomed out in his pubes, I inhaled the sweet musky smell of youth, and was immediately intoxicated. I knew that I was going to do everything for this young stud, and I wanted to do because I loved him very much.
Less than ten quick sucking strokes later, Rahul was shooting his semen into my mouth. His orgasm came without warning, and actually hit as only the tip of his cock was in my mouth. My cheeks bulged out with his load, and I swallowed quickly. Between spurts, I slammed my head back down his shaft, and milked him dry with the muscles of my throat.
When his orgasm subsided, I lifted my head and gazed at him. His eyes shone with love and gratitude. Wordlessly I pulled his head to mine and kissed him deeply.
The funny thing was, I never fully realized the "insectous" of what we were doing until that kiss. Sucking off my nephew did not seem out of place, but the French kissing him did. Well, I was never one to deal with orthodox like that, so I mentally shrugged it off, wanted to please my baby nephew and stuck my tongue nearly down his throat.
We broke the kiss and Rahul whispered, "Oh, Aunty, thank you. I love you so much, you are my incredible lover."
"I love you, Beta (son)." I looked down and, as expected, he was only slightly less hard after his come than before. "I can see you're still turned on. That's good, because I want to show you so much more what you can do to a lady with that cock of yours."
"Anything you want, Aunty, I am your student now" he grinned.
"No, Rahul," I corrected him gently "you can do anything you want to do, don’t think me as your Aunt now, but think me as your girlfriend. I am all your now"
Saying I stood up, and then began to strip off my clothes in front of my nephew. Within seconds, my saree and petticoat was on the floor in a heap, my blouse was next to it and I had kicked off my slippers. I stood in my bra and panties only before my young nephew, knowing that if I took them off that it would be the point of no return.
I looked at my loving nephew, who was avidly drinking in my firm, mature body. His eyes moved up to meet mine in a loving, imploring look. "What the hell, let him watch his Aunt’s body and forget about that bitch Isha” I thought, and undid the clasp to my bra.
The change in his face was electrifying. His eyes lit up and a hungry smile came to his face. His tongue slipped out, moistening his lips, and he began to look less like a timid youth and more like a hungry wolf. I loved his attention he was giving me when he was eyeing my boobs.
Rahul was mesmerized by my breasts, which are of a nice 36D size. I had always been proud of them, though I usually dressed to downplay them (not out of shame, but to avoid being hassled by ogling leeches). But I didn't mind Rahul’s ogling at my treasures. Under his gaze, my nipples hardened out and stood erect. I even took my panties off, and Rahul barely noticed as he so taken away with my big breasts and I felt very proud of my boobs after a very very long time.
I moved to the sofa, keeping my knees outside of his thighs and settling my ass down on his lap, his rock hard prick between us.
"Oh, Aunty," he breathed, "I want you now!"
"Take me, Rahul, I'm all yours."
With that, he buried his head between my breasts and he opened his mouth and had my nipple in his mouth in no time. He voraciously licked and sucked the nipples, biting them gently. Like that teasing bitch Isha, I could not believe he had no prior experience. Unlike her, however, I planned to put his expertise to full use and to train him much better for his future sex life.
I dropped my hand between our bodies, and holding his cock in my hands began rubbing his cock against my very moist pussy lips. He responded by bringing a hand up between my thighs and cupping my pussy with thumb and forefinger. Like a magnet, his thumb found my clit, and soon I was bouncing up and down on his hand like I was riding a horse when he his thumb finger was playing with my clitoris.
He began a steady pressure upward with his hand. Simultaneously, he began trailing his tongue down my body. Soon I was fully raised up on my knees, my back arched, pushing my cunt into his face. He chewed my pussy mound vigorously, and my pussy started to drip cum juices.
I was in awe of Rahul's technique of pussy eating. And I thought I need to have that beautiful cock inside me. I stood up, and pulled him up after me. We embraced and kissed deeply. I could taste my juices on his lips, and it drove me even wilder. Together we sank down to the carpet. I laid back before him, spreading my legs wide in invitation. "Come on, Rahul, come fuck your Aunty, I love you... make me feel like a lady again."
"Oh yes, Aunty,” he groaned as he leaned forward on his knees.
I felt his hips between my knees, between my thighs. I reached forward for his silky-smooth young cock. As he sank forward, I guided it towards my pussy. As it slipped through my hand, it left a cool slimy trail of pre-cum across my palm. He paused as the head hit me square between my pussy lips. He looked inquiringly at me. In answer, I raised my palm to my mouth, deliberately licked off his cum while staring into his eyes, and said "Fuck your Aunty."
Oh Yes, He did fuck me like my deceased Husband never did.
I felt every inch of his young meat slide into me, and I knew I would do anything for his pleasure. As his long strokes brought us each closer to orgasm, I envisioned all the ways I would please him. I also knew that I would make that bitch Isha pay for the way she used Rahul.
Shaking my head slightly to clear it of her unpleasant presence, I clamped my pussy muscles tighter on my nephew's prick. The increased friction brought us both to the edge. Rahul groaned through clenched teeth "Oh, Aunty, I'm cumminggggg now, Auntieee."
"Just shoot it, Baby," I hissed, "cum in your Aunt’s pussy. Shoot your hot cum all in my pussy. Cum in me now, My Baby!"
Immediately I felt the first splash of his cum hit the depths of my pussy. It triggered my orgasm, and each spasm of my cunt brought forth another jet of his cum. Each jerk of his prick increased my orgasm and so on, back and forth, our orgasms building, extending, crescendo, and then subsiding.
Rahul sank into my arms like baby and kissed me as his hard-on subsided within me. Exhausted, he rolled off me onto his back. I gently bent down and licked our mingled spendings from his cock. We fell asleep together on the floor. My last thought though was how I would fuck my nephew in the morning.
As I entered the front door, I noticed that the TV in the family hall was on. The living room was accessible from the family hall through an open door and from the kitchen via a swinging door. A shuttered "window" also looked in on it from the kitchen. It was originally supposed to be a dining room, but it was used sparingly.
Anyway, I heard a low murmur of voices from the corner of the living room, and figured that Rahul, my 18-year-old nephew, had invited his friend over to watch TV. Not wanting to bother them, I entered the kitchen to fix myself a drink. But halfway to the fridge, I stopped in my tracks by a moan emanating from the living room. I crept up to the shutters, quietly moved some of the louvers, and peered to see inside.
There, I saw Rahul on his knees in front of the couch and seated on the sofa was a young girl, whom I recognized as Isha, one of the friends from Rahul school. I had often heard Rahul talking a lot about her, and I was glad that my shy stepson had won over his dream girlfriend, and the fact that the girl was naked!
Rahul, too, had most of his clothes off. Clad only in his briefs he was busily eating the teenage girl’s Isha’s pussy! She moaned in encouragement to him "Oh, yes, Rahul. That's good. Eat my pussy." And he eagerly complied. I thought of going in there to stop it, but the poor boy would have been horrified on seeing me. In an odd way, I was also pleased for Rahul for finding himself a cute girl, as I had been so worried since his own father had died a few years back and had become a recluse type of person.
So my elder sister had sent her son Rahul to me to take good care of him and to give me company. So I was looking after him since I had no k**s of my own. I decided to let the young couple enjoy themselves, and then speak to him afterwards. In the meantime, I had an opportunity to observe some real hot cunt-lapping by my nephew which I had never got to see it live. I must admit my nephew was a good pussy licker.
The girl was getting closer and closer to her orgasm. She kept encouraging Rahul saying things as "LICK my clit. Oh, yes, Rahul Are you sure you've never done this before?" Eventually, however, she stopped talking and just moaned as her orgasm approached. Finally she uttered a short scream, grounded her crotch in my nephew's face, and flooded his tongue with her cum juices. He kept licking and sucking, until finally, with a shudder she pushed him away.
Rahul stood up and pulled his shorts down and I gasped inwardly when his sweet young cock sprang into view. I was shocked to his cock size which was almost more than 7” in length and a bit thick too. I don't know when he got such a big cock for himself. Anyway, he sat down next to the girl and said "It is your turn now, Isha? How about you suck my cock and make me cum, Isha?"
Isha got up and turned to face him. "Very nice," she said "but I'm finished and in no mood to give you a mouth job. You can go back to jerking off yourself."
Poor Rahul's face fell. "But... I thought you liked me and you promised me blowjob if I eat your pussy, Isha" he said.
"I like you, but..." the teasing bitch Isha cruelly as she dressed, "as a good pussy eater and nothing else. But there's no way I'm returning the favour for you. If it got out that I sucked a loser like you, I would be the laughing stock in the college. Thanks for making me cum, baby, but I'm going." and she walked out of the house and I stood behind the shuttered window hiding myself from the bitch.
Rahul just sat there stunned on the couch, his hard-on in no way diminished by the bad mouthing he had just received from that bitch. With a half-sob, Rahul grabbed it and began jacking off furiously.
My heart went out to him and, without thinking, I entered the living room and saw Rahul who was in near tears and felt very bad for him.
"Aunty" he yelped, grabbing a throw pillow and trying to cover himself up. Then he just gave up and burst into tears.
"It's okay, Rahul ," I soothed him, wrapping my arms around him in a protective embrace. "It's okay. I heard the whole thing. I'm not mad at you. But that teasing bitch has really pissed both of us off."
As I soothed him, he told how she had come to him and asked for the favour from him. It was painful to me to see such a good- looking young guy at the mercy of any woman because of his lack of confidence. I decided to help him in the only way I knew.
I tried to slip my hand under the pillow which he had held and his head shot up in alarm as I grasped his still stiff hard cock in my hands.
"It's okay, Rahul ," I whispered, stroking him gently. "You're a handsome young man who shouldn't have to put up with that from any woman. I would be glad to help you, I can’t see you sad."
“Would you help me, Aunty?" he husked.
"Of course I will, Baby. You have a fine body and I just saw how you can please a woman with your mouth. Now let me show you how a woman can please you."
I pushed away the pillow and dropped my head to his lap. His involuntary gasp was immediately replaced by a moan as I vacuumed his prick into my mouth. Its lack of girth was marvellous, as I could slide it deep in without straining my jaw. In fact, I deep- throated him on the first stroke, something I could never do with any other man.
As my nose bottomed out in his pubes, I inhaled the sweet musky smell of youth, and was immediately intoxicated. I knew that I was going to do everything for this young stud, and I wanted to do because I loved him very much.
Less than ten quick sucking strokes later, Rahul was shooting his semen into my mouth. His orgasm came without warning, and actually hit as only the tip of his cock was in my mouth. My cheeks bulged out with his load, and I swallowed quickly. Between spurts, I slammed my head back down his shaft, and milked him dry with the muscles of my throat.
When his orgasm subsided, I lifted my head and gazed at him. His eyes shone with love and gratitude. Wordlessly I pulled his head to mine and kissed him deeply.
The funny thing was, I never fully realized the "insectous" of what we were doing until that kiss. Sucking off my nephew did not seem out of place, but the French kissing him did. Well, I was never one to deal with orthodox like that, so I mentally shrugged it off, wanted to please my baby nephew and stuck my tongue nearly down his throat.
We broke the kiss and Rahul whispered, "Oh, Aunty, thank you. I love you so much, you are my incredible lover."
"I love you, Beta (son)." I looked down and, as expected, he was only slightly less hard after his come than before. "I can see you're still turned on. That's good, because I want to show you so much more what you can do to a lady with that cock of yours."
"Anything you want, Aunty, I am your student now" he grinned.
"No, Rahul," I corrected him gently "you can do anything you want to do, don’t think me as your Aunt now, but think me as your girlfriend. I am all your now"
Saying I stood up, and then began to strip off my clothes in front of my nephew. Within seconds, my saree and petticoat was on the floor in a heap, my blouse was next to it and I had kicked off my slippers. I stood in my bra and panties only before my young nephew, knowing that if I took them off that it would be the point of no return.
I looked at my loving nephew, who was avidly drinking in my firm, mature body. His eyes moved up to meet mine in a loving, imploring look. "What the hell, let him watch his Aunt’s body and forget about that bitch Isha” I thought, and undid the clasp to my bra.
The change in his face was electrifying. His eyes lit up and a hungry smile came to his face. His tongue slipped out, moistening his lips, and he began to look less like a timid youth and more like a hungry wolf. I loved his attention he was giving me when he was eyeing my boobs.
Rahul was mesmerized by my breasts, which are of a nice 36D size. I had always been proud of them, though I usually dressed to downplay them (not out of shame, but to avoid being hassled by ogling leeches). But I didn't mind Rahul’s ogling at my treasures. Under his gaze, my nipples hardened out and stood erect. I even took my panties off, and Rahul barely noticed as he so taken away with my big breasts and I felt very proud of my boobs after a very very long time.
I moved to the sofa, keeping my knees outside of his thighs and settling my ass down on his lap, his rock hard prick between us.
"Oh, Aunty," he breathed, "I want you now!"
"Take me, Rahul, I'm all yours."
With that, he buried his head between my breasts and he opened his mouth and had my nipple in his mouth in no time. He voraciously licked and sucked the nipples, biting them gently. Like that teasing bitch Isha, I could not believe he had no prior experience. Unlike her, however, I planned to put his expertise to full use and to train him much better for his future sex life.
I dropped my hand between our bodies, and holding his cock in my hands began rubbing his cock against my very moist pussy lips. He responded by bringing a hand up between my thighs and cupping my pussy with thumb and forefinger. Like a magnet, his thumb found my clit, and soon I was bouncing up and down on his hand like I was riding a horse when he his thumb finger was playing with my clitoris.
He began a steady pressure upward with his hand. Simultaneously, he began trailing his tongue down my body. Soon I was fully raised up on my knees, my back arched, pushing my cunt into his face. He chewed my pussy mound vigorously, and my pussy started to drip cum juices.
I was in awe of Rahul's technique of pussy eating. And I thought I need to have that beautiful cock inside me. I stood up, and pulled him up after me. We embraced and kissed deeply. I could taste my juices on his lips, and it drove me even wilder. Together we sank down to the carpet. I laid back before him, spreading my legs wide in invitation. "Come on, Rahul, come fuck your Aunty, I love you... make me feel like a lady again."
"Oh yes, Aunty,” he groaned as he leaned forward on his knees.
I felt his hips between my knees, between my thighs. I reached forward for his silky-smooth young cock. As he sank forward, I guided it towards my pussy. As it slipped through my hand, it left a cool slimy trail of pre-cum across my palm. He paused as the head hit me square between my pussy lips. He looked inquiringly at me. In answer, I raised my palm to my mouth, deliberately licked off his cum while staring into his eyes, and said "Fuck your Aunty."
Oh Yes, He did fuck me like my deceased Husband never did.
I felt every inch of his young meat slide into me, and I knew I would do anything for his pleasure. As his long strokes brought us each closer to orgasm, I envisioned all the ways I would please him. I also knew that I would make that bitch Isha pay for the way she used Rahul.
Shaking my head slightly to clear it of her unpleasant presence, I clamped my pussy muscles tighter on my nephew's prick. The increased friction brought us both to the edge. Rahul groaned through clenched teeth "Oh, Aunty, I'm cumminggggg now, Auntieee."
"Just shoot it, Baby," I hissed, "cum in your Aunt’s pussy. Shoot your hot cum all in my pussy. Cum in me now, My Baby!"
Immediately I felt the first splash of his cum hit the depths of my pussy. It triggered my orgasm, and each spasm of my cunt brought forth another jet of his cum. Each jerk of his prick increased my orgasm and so on, back and forth, our orgasms building, extending, crescendo, and then subsiding.
Rahul sank into my arms like baby and kissed me as his hard-on subsided within me. Exhausted, he rolled off me onto his back. I gently bent down and licked our mingled spendings from his cock. We fell asleep together on the floor. My last thought though was how I would fuck my nephew in the morning.
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