Incest 8211 Double Delight 8211 Pt 2 Threesome With Mom And Aunt
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To be honest, I have been always attracted to my aunt – even from a very young age, right from the moment I learned how to masturbate and even when my dick grew into a proper cock.
My dad’s younger sister – “Omi” was always my favorite growing up. We had this sync between us that I failed to develop with anyone else. Maybe this was the reason we got so close that certain lines once seemed forbidden started to become blurry.
It all started the day when one of our cousins got married. Just like any decent Indian celebration, this too was a big fat one. All the girls along with the aunts had this dress code they had to wear (mostly to show off the bride’s deep pockets).
Me being me, having no sense of the surrounding, barged into the room where the aunts were assigned to change. I had no bad intention, just that I had to use the restroom badly and since most the aunts were done changing, I was told to use their room.
I hate being sociable. One could say I was the black sheep in the family. I certainly looked the part. The tattoos, piercings and a beard did strengthen my role.
My aunt Omi was the only one who saw past all those. She saw me for who I was and because of this, we were able to converse on almost anything imaginable. It was fun hanging out with her. She was almost a second mum to me. Well, something more than that, if possible.
I took my sweet time freshening up as I had to figure out ways to somehow get through the day and be done with it. The interactions only meant advice and headaches which was not something I looked forward to. Even though I make myself turn out to be so, under all those ink and piercings, I was a sweet kid inside or at least I hoped I was.
It is said that there are multiple versions of ourselves in the universe and a new version being added with each new eye glancing our direction.
Opening that door was literally opening the door to a whole new reality to my otherwise dull life. What I saw was instantly etched onto my very being itself. Here was Omi in her saree petticoat trying to put the buttons to her open blouse. My aunt, facing me gave me the most perfect view of her.
Her undone hair, long hanging ethnic earrings, a necklace that made its home deep inside her cleavage, the perfect pink embroidered lingerie piece she had on for her bra which did justice for her plump and full breasts. Them just covering her breasts just enough to hold them in place exposing the rest including her sweet light brown nipples.
She was on the body-conscious group and as a result, my aunt had a near flat tummy, wheatish in shade with a beautifully sculpted belly button and an hourglass figure.
The age did something right in her case. She had the perfect fat ratio. In essence, she was a goddess. The image of Shwetha Mohan in her prime comes to mind when I try to recall what I saw.
Omi had a deep red lipstick which made her even sexier. Me being me, scanned every inch of her in those few seconds. I turned around hoping not to make things awkward with the one person I care about in our family.
A few seconds passed and she asked me to turn around. She had covered herself with a sheet by then. She being her told me not to worry and that she thought no one was around and that the mistake was hers and I should not worry. In the end, she made it so that I was telling her it was okay. That was my aunt Omi.
Our relationship to that point was one of pure love and affection. Things took a turn that very moment she was trying to console me. You see, her eyes were glued to my hard dick at the moment! It was as if she was physically not capable of taking her eyes off my cock.
My aunty has been widowed for a few years now and I guess that could have been a reason. She always had admirers and creeps after her. I know this because it was me who dealt with a few of them.
I guess, all those years going without intimacy had taken its toll on this Indian widow aunty. This realization made me happy somehow.
Being 26 now, I had enough of fantasies and regrets of actions not taken to take better advantage of the situation. She realized that I had caught her red-handed and tried not to look at my cock but was not successful.
It was a do or die situation and I felt that I did not want it turning out to be yet another regret. In the end, if anything goes wrong, she being my Omi, I knew would eventually forgive me. My cock had taken over control by this time.
I was just in my briefs with my pants laid out on the bed next to her. I asked her to pass them over. The moment she turned around, I got to see her back as the sheets failed to cover them.
The blouse she was planning on wearing was rather a short one and exposed much of her back. I guess she was trying to make up the open area with the saree pallu.
It felt as if she had somehow slowed down or time did as I sensed that she was somehow trying to delay things. This was a positive sign and a green signal I was hoping for.
The bond we shared played a part as the love and affection we shared with each other turned into pure lust.
Gathering some courage, I went close to my aunty, gave her a hug with my hands on her exposed part of the skin in a way that I slid it underneath the sheets from behind.
Slowly, I pressed my cock to her ass and squeezed. She did not move for some time. A few seconds passed and she might have come to her senses as she tried to wiggle away. But I held her even closer. My cock was somehow burrowing into her by now.
“Omi, I need you now. I need you” I said. She froze and getting that sort of a reaction made me retract myself. I put on my pants and left the room hurriedly.
In the end, a regret it was!
I tried to find a corner to myself and stay out of sight for the whole event as I had no idea as to how I was going to face my aunt. As the event progressed, I was called for having lunch and oddly enough, Omi was there.
I somehow had difficulty facing her. I managed to look up at her and saw that she was trying not to look in my direction. It hit me like a storm. I had fucked up the only person I was ever close to! Deciding not to create more problems, I decided to back off and just fade into the background.
The lunch was a buffet and everyone seemed to be busy eating. I was obviously not hungry and was sitting in a corner playing on my phone, trying not to seem alone. Just as I was about to find some friend to call and move out of the place, there was my Omi aunt with two plates of food.
She handed me one and sat beside me. She had this smile on her face, almost a smirk that she was making sure I saw.
The moment my eyes caught her trying to avoid her smile, I somehow knew that everything was still good in the world. I felt happy. I decided then and there that the relationship I had with her was more than any sex and that I would never try anything of sorts ever again.
We ate our food in silence. There was a sense of peace in that silence which I loved. I was now able to manage the rest of the event somehow now that Omi was back.
Once the event was over, I was asked to drop my aunt off as she was had to go back early for some reason. I started the car, knowing not what to speak to her or how to behave even.
I turned the car around and she got inside. During the ride, I noticed a few things different. The saree was showing way more cleavage than normal and that she was intentionally forming an arch with her back sort of trying to push her breasts out. I smiled and seeing me smile, so did she.
Somehow, I felt glad I worked out the courage to do what I did. It got to a point where I took my hand and pulled her saree from the opening near her stomach so that it was held on just by her right boob. She looked at me surprised and gave me a sort of surprised smile. I smirked and said that I meant what I said before.
The smile she gave then had my cock rock hard and straining against my jeans in an instant – almost to the point of breaking. Being 7.5inches in length, mind you, that was not fun.
Taking my left hand, I touched my aunt’s lips, parting her lower lip and inserting my index finger underneath her lips. I played with her lips for some time. She had begun to arch her back more and more making her breasts stick out even further.
I slid my hands wet with her saliva down her neck and onto her blouse. I pulled down her saree and cupped her breasts.
I was glad that the blouse and lingerie were of soft material. It made me feel my widow aunt’s hard nipples which were straining to come out just like my cock was. I found solace in the fact that the struggle was the same for both of us.
Omi was gripping her saree tight in her hands which were on her lap. I took her hand gave it a kiss and sucked on her index finger. I guess all the sex she missed out on these past few years also played a part as she lost control of her composure.
Her lips went wild. She started biting her lips. She had her eyes closed and head pulled back, almost like she was enjoying a deep massage. I asked her to pull the top portion of the seat to be lowered down which she did.
I placed her hands on my hard cock and pressed her hands into my cock. I told my aunt to unzip my pants which she obeyed. Her being made to lay backward helped as it was not that visible to outsiders and also had made our movements easier.
I undid my aunt’s blouse. It took some time as I had just one hand free to complete the task. It was the first time that I was happy about not driving a stick. The automatic transmission gave me more freedom to do the things I was.
With the blouse undid, I cupped her breasts once more – this time, just to feel the sensation of a women’s breast in lingerie. I pressed her areola between my fingers. She moaned. She had by this time pulled my pants down and had her hands in my underwear. I pushed my seat back a bit to give her some space.
Omi took my cock out and gripped my hard cock. She did not move her hands for a bit. I guess she was trying to feel how a hard cock felt like again.
I had pulled her breasts out by now. Well, I could only manage to pull out her right breast. I had to make her take the other one out.
My aunty was absolutely beautiful. I knew I could eat her for the rest of my life. Her breasts were not in the least saggy. They had a mango-ish shape to them. They were full, plump and perfect.
I grabbed a handful and started to squeeze them like crazy. This made her start stroking my cock. The precum had started to gush out of my cock which was new for me because I rarely pre-cummed.
Omi just scooped some of it in her fingers and licked them. I knew then I there just how much I could push her down the kinky hole. Letting go of her breast which now was red and engorged, I placed my hands on her head, took her by a handful of hair and pulled her head to my lap.
There was no resistance. She went down on me like there was no fucking tomorrow. I was afraid she would suck my cock out. She was good. Real good!
I did not last very long with her oral skills. On the brink of me cumming, I pushed my cock deep in her mouth and held her down with my hand. She sucked me dry, not a drop came out.
I parked my car on the side of the road and kissed her crazy with both my hands playing with her breasts almost as if I was milking them.
Then I made her get dressed, pulled her head once more onto my cock which was hard again and rubbed the few drops of my cum that came out on to her lips.
I had to tell her to not lick them off her lips and to let them stay there. I wanted to let her know that she belonged to me and that I had marked my property.
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