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“Roshan, shut that damn play thing off and come sit down for your prayers young man!” my Aunt Dolly shouted from the living room.

“It’s not a play thing, it’s a PlayStation”, I muttered under my breath, but I found myself smiling at her matronly behavior.
Grudgingly, I paused the game where I was about to complete a level infiltrating a rival gang’s Headquarters. I didn’t obey out of fear, but out of respect for my good old Aunt.

She had without the slightest hesitation accepted my Mum’s request to shelter me for a few weeks, in her modest 2-Bedroom apartment.

I got up and stretched, and yawned like a lion. With a dark mane of hair to match the color of my eyes, I was dressed in my evening sportswear, a loose tee and basketball shorts. Slipping on a pair of woolen socks, I lazily shuffled out of my aunt’s Guest bedroom.

The cold Dehradun winter air outside was whipping up a few leaves and I could hear the whistling sound of the wind and the soft rattling of the window panes.

Dolly was my Mum’s older sister. She was married once, and had two sons, both of whom had grown up and left home once they became adults. She was about 45, a religious woman who never missed her Sunday church or an opportunity to attend Bible Study. Evening prayers were regular at home and she even taught for a while at Sunday school.

Her husband was an army veteran who died in a terrorist attack back in 2004. She never married again. If it wasn’t for my grandparent’s affluence and estate, she wouldn’t have been able to provide a comfortable life for her sons.

“Hello, Roshan”, she smiled sweetly at me.
“Enjoying your stay?”
“Well yes, thanks to you”, I genuinely offered. “I hope things work out for Mum”.

“Yes honey, me too. Must be difficult, traveling all the way up north to Srinagar in this weather. I know it’ll work out. The Lord always answers our prayers.”

I took a moment to absorb what she said. I couldn’t really believe she had just said that. Her husband, taken away from her by an Impoverished Explosive Device. Her sons, who never cared to think about all that she had to go through for their sake when they left home chasing their big city dreams. I didn’t feel sorry for her. I felt amazed and proud of her.

I leaned in, instinctively, and wrapped my arms around her protectively. She seemed taken aback for a second, before she let out a girlish giggle and squeezed me back.

We stayed that way for a while. Aunt Dolly was wearing only a plain brown sweater that buttoned up in the front over her evening nightgown. As my fingers curled over her back, I could make out how light and flimsy the material was.

“Now, now, Roshan. Enough time for all this later. We have our prayers to offer remember?” she pulled back with a smile, and planted a peck on my cheek.
I beamed back at her, and returned the kiss on her cheek. “Yes ma’am”
I returned to my lotus position on the carpeted floor, but I stayed as close to my Aunt as I could. Since my childhood, Aunt Dolly, or Dolly Aunty as I used to call her growing up, was my favorite relative. She was always around, supporting me and my Mum in times of need as well as on all special days and occasions of merriment. She had gone through a lot in life, and she always believed it was family that helped one pull through the bad times.

My Mum ran away from home to be with my father when she was still in University. And that bastard left my Mum not even a year after I was born, not being able to handle a household and a wailing child on his miserable salary. My Mum almost put me up for adoption because she couldn’t pay the mounting bills and she still had a year to go at University.

My grandparents disowned her, not able to get over how she had abandoned them for a man who took their daughter for granted. It was Dolly Aunty who took me in during that time, and I grew up with my cousins thinking they were my real brothers for more than two years, during which time my Mum only used to visit occasionally and was trying really hard to just stand on her own feet.

I used to think my Mum was my Aunt and my Aunt was my Mum during that time. Dolly Aunty still laughed at the way I’d address her as mummy in front of Mum and how Mum used to burst out in tears when I did. Of course, it wasn’t at all funny back then, but as time went by and all our problems started to dissolve away, those stories started to become jokes, and made us all laugh.

When I was three, my Mum had finally made enough money to settle down in an apartment in Dehradun, and to bring me in as well. Lord, the stories of how I nearly brought down the walls of our home with my wailing cracks up everyone!

“Our Father, who art in Heaven, Holy be Thy name, Thy…”
I suddenly focused on to the wall I was staring at, and the steady stream of sound I could barely hear suddenly started to make sense. My Aunt had completed two or three prayers already and I was reminiscing! I shook my head a little guiltily and tried to focus on the prayer.

She stopped mid-sentence during the next prayer. I looked around at her and she was adjusting her sweater. A bead of sweat had formed on her forehead. It was then that I realized it was kind of warm inside the living room.

“Oh no. I think the heater is out of control, yet again!” said Dolly Aunty.

“Do you want me to go down in the basement and have a look?” I asked.

“Oh no, Roshan”, she smiled, “I think you better leave it to the handyman. I’ll have him come down tomorrow morning and take a look. But, thank you”. She placed a hand on my shoulder in appreciation and smiled at me. She took a moment longer than necessary to withdraw, and I could feel her fingers pressing and gauging the tautness of my shoulder muscles.

“Oohh. Someone’s been working out lately”. She laughed sweetly.

“Ah I was hoping you’d notice!” I jested.
She let out a loud laugh, and smacked my forearm playfully. “Oh you’re too much my boy”, she paused to regain her breath. “Who in their right mind would hope, for an old woman like me to do such a thing?”
“Well for one, you’re not old, and two, ME! I hoped you’d notice” I grinned.

She laughed some more at my flirtatious dialogue and even blushed. She looked at me, and smiled. “Well if I’m not so old you wouldn’t mind me taking off my sweater! I’m starting to feel a little suffocated inside”

“Oh please, Dolly Aunty do you need to ask!” I laughed along now.
She slowly put down the rosary in her left hand and using both hands, unbuttoned her sweater and wriggled out of it.
All this while, I was looking ahead and smiling. But my smile froze when I saw that she had on a loose, sleeveless nightgown underneath. It was a pale shade of white, thinner than a summer dress. Even though I couldn’t immediately make out her breasts, there was a generous amount of cleavage showing as the neck of the nightgown plunged deep, and she had a really nice looking rack. Veiled from my view by the nightgown, her areolas were like the peaks of beautiful hills that I was looking down upon through light cloud cover. Her breasts sagged ever so slightly, but it was evident the woman took really good care of herself. She could have passed easily for a mature, Plus Sized model.

She bunched up the sweater and made to leave it on the armchair behind us. As she did so, the large arm holes of her sleeveless nightgown exposed a great deal of side boob, and her armpits to my eyes.

I looked away, embarrassed, and pretended to be focused on the wall in front of us. There was a cross and a Bible on the wall, about five feet up. Sitting on the floor, therefore, meant nothing interesting on the wall straight ahead. But I was for a minute struck by what I’d seen.

The sight of her side boob and cleavage, the casual way in which she flirted back with me, and most of all, the fact that she was sitting so close to me that I could smell her skin lotion was all fast beginning to unnerve me.

Years of being a good obedient nephew were fast being sucked into a vacuum as vile thoughts washed into my mind. I started to breathe so heavily, I was almost panting. I realized a lot of my blood had gone south and a lot of my thoughts too.
As Aunty resumed her prayers, I started to picture her in my mind, my eyes closed. She was reciting the prayers, and in my imagination, I saw her beautiful melons rising up and down. My mouth started to water, as my mind raced ahead with thoughts of my Aunt, and thoughts of what she’d look like underneath her flimsy nightgown.

The prayer went on and on for another 15 minutes, while I battled with successively depraved thoughts of how to bed my Aunty. While a very small part of my already weakened brain tried to argue logically, most of my lust induced brain wasn’t paying any attention. Worst of all, I could feel how hard I was and I knew there would come a point when I’ll have to…

“Roshan? Get on your knees! Or have you become so old your knees hurt too much?” said Aunty.
I looked at her, her beautiful face looking down at me. She was on her knees. I stumbled out of my fantasies of grabbing her by the neck and kissing her deeply. “Huh?” I mumbled.
She started to look cross now. “I knew it! You were not paying any attention during today’s prayers Roshan! Oh Lord, what are you so busy contemplating! Can’t it wait until the prayers end? You know we have to kneel at the beginning of the Litany of Blessed Virgin Mary. Now get on your knees!”

Maybe it was the sharpness of her voice that got me to react so quickly, I don’t really know what made me move so fast, but the moment she told me to get on my knees I was up in a jiffy. She hadn’t even turned her head away, and she was still looking at me and that’s when her eyes went wide in shock. She was looking down at me and where my head was a moment earlier was now my crotch.

I looked down and I saw my soldier standing tall and proud at attention. My quick movement had got his helmet out in the open, exposed to enemy fire, and yes, my Aunt’s eyes. I quickly provided some shade with my palms but the damage was done, and there was nothing I could do to change that.
She averted her eyes, and looked down. Aunt was blushing so hard her face looked like it was covered in some sort of light pink face paint.

I was as shocked as she was, and neither of us spoke for an entire minute. I didn’t dare break the silence, as I desperately clung on to the notion that nothing unusual had just happened. Nothing out of the ordinary, no! I haven’t just exposed myself in the most lewd manner possible to my mother’s sister, in the most inappropriate of circumstances. Have I?

It was my Aunt who decided to break the silence first.
“L… Lord, have mercy on us. Christ, have mercy on us. Lor.. Lord.. Have mercy on us.” Her voice was shaky but she determinedly ploughed on.

“Christ, hear us. Christ, graciously hear us. God the Father of Heaven… Have mercy on us.” As I joined in, our voices had an identical waver and quiver. As if we were both recovering from some sort of mental jolt. I looked down and shut my eyes, trying to focus on the prayer. I tried to focus on draining the blood out of my offensive tool.

Tried, and failed. I was even more aware of her closeness now than ever before. Her smell, her voice. The sound of her heavy breathing. Heavy breathing? I risked a peek and I could see her head tilted in my direction, her eyes resting on my palm covered crotch.

I was just amazed at the incredulity of the situation. Here we are, aunt and nephew kneeling together, reciting the Litany, neither of us actually focused on what we were saying.
Years of reciting the Litany by heart made it easy to mumble out the lines while our thoughts were elsewhere.
“… Pray for us. Virgin most faithful, pray for us. Mirror of justice, pray for us. Seat of wisdom, pray for us… “ we both recited in unison, albeit slower than our usual pace.

I was now getting more and more excited, now that I realized where my Aunt was looking. I closed my eyes once more, and weighed in my head the gravity of what I was about to do. If anything went wrong, I could still feign innocence, I thought. Tossing all the alarm bells and warning sirens wailing in my head, I slowly brought my arms to rest at my side, and my palms once more exposed the head of my cock, peeking out of my waistband.

There was a pronounced and sharp inhalation of air from my Aunt, and she even skipped the next two lines, as I went on reciting as if it was just another normal evening prayer.
“… Pray for us. Queen of the most holy Rosary, pray for us. Queen of peace, pray for us.” The prayer was almost done.
“Luh… Lamb of G… God, who takes away the s… s… sins of the world… “My Aunt’s voice was definitely trembling now.
“Spare us, O Lord.” My response was cool and unaffected. It gave me a thrill to know I was exposing myself to my Aunt and she was having a hard time focusing on her prayer. I couldn’t make out where she was looking though, since I had shut my eyes close in pretence of being seriously immersed in prayer.
The concluding lines followed in the same manner, as she sped up, in an effort to wrap up the prayer faster.

In the next thirty seconds or so, Dolly Aunty finished off the prayers as quickly as she could and I’d barely made the sign of the cross and opened my eyes when I felt her rising up to her feet and with a barely audible excuse to use the washroom, hurried out of the living room and into the adjacent bedroom’s attached wash.

I looked down and sure enough my cock was still standing tall and proud, a drop of precum glistening at the tip. Exposing myself to Aunty was by far the most daring thing I’ve ever done in terms of serious repercussions and I was still on a high from it.

I got up and walked into my Aunty’s bedroom and bathroom in which Aunty was. I could hear tap water running and I took a moment to decide whether this was the wisest thing to do. Maybe my logic was clouded by how horny I was, and I decided to do it anyway. Pulling my waistband a little higher and adjusting my tee shirt allowed me to cover up the head. The outline was still very much visible as my cock strained to get out into the open again.

A semblance of a plan had started to form in my mind. What my ‘plan’ intended to achieve in the end, even I wasn’t sure. I just wanted to push things with Dolly Aunty as far as they’d go. If she felt even a fraction of the excitement I was feeling, then something might happen. Maybe my hard dick had started to think for me instead of my brain. Taking a deep breath and hoping I wasn’t headed into a lifelong regret, I knocked on the door.

“Yes Roshan what is it?” Dolly asked. “I’ll just be a second.” The sound of running water stopped and two seconds later, the door opened. My Aunt had water droplets on her forehead and face, and she looked disturbed. She opened the door wide and stepped out. “Well?” She raised her eyebrows at me.
“What happened?” I asked her.

“Wh… What happened?” she looked confused, probably trying to cover up the awkwardness of what she’d seen. “Erm nothing, why do you ask?”

“Urm… Well. You just finished the prayers and left. You forgot the usual kiss Aunty?” I smiled sheepishly.
Now wait a minute. Usual kiss? Before you take this the wrong way, let me just clear the air. In our family it’s a tradition we have followed since the time I can remember. Once the evening prayers are over, we offer praise to the Lord and exchange kisses on the cheek with everyone. The younger ones start with the eldest, such as their fathers, and then their mothers, and then their siblings and so on.

“Oh… *giggle* Sorry, I really needed to use the bathroom. Come here…” She wiped her wet hands on the waist of her nightgown and my eyes followed her hands as they went down and rubbed against the cloth. The nightgown was so flimsy the moment the water touched it; it became see-through in all the wet areas.

Maybe, she saw me watching, and wanted to put on a show.
Maybe, I was imagining things.
Maybe, I was reading all the wrong signs.
Maybe, the way I was looking at her told her more about what had happened earlier.

Maybe, she realized it wasn’t an innocent mistake.
Just maybe, she realized how much her young innocent little nephew had grown up and he how was sending her signs.

Whatever it was, my Aunt took longer than usual to dry her hands, and she used her hands over a lot of her waist and navel area. Her belly button was now faintly visible, and a bit of the underside of her breasts as well.

She was staring at me steadily as I stared back, my eyes roaming up and down her body. And she took the opportunity to boldly steal a glance at my crotch. My cock twitched at the sight of her rubbing her hands up and down her body, and again, at how close she was standing from me… her smell, and the rise and fall of her breasts.

She opened her arms wide and pulled me into a warm hug.
“Oooh” she cooed. “I could use your body warmth instead of that sweater” she giggled.

“Well I’d be glad to be your warmth. Your sweater. I could cling on to you forever” I smiled back.

She pulled back her face, her breasts now thrusting against my chest, the feel of their softness making me even harder. She cupped the side of my face and smiled lovingly. Or… was it lust I saw in her eyes? She gently moved her hand to the back of my head and pulled my face closer. She turned her head and craned her neck to kiss me on my cheek.

I obliged, and turned my head to the other side for her to kiss the other cheek as well. Once her soft, slightly wet lips were done kissing both cheeks, I once again turned my head, smiling, asking for more.

“This is a first” she laughed. She leaned in again and kissed me once more on my left cheek. Her lips were now even more wetter, and slightly open. I was sure she’d licked them right before her lips grazed my skin. I could feel the warmth of her breath as she lingered there.

“My turn Aunty” I said. She smiled and twisted her head to the left. I looked straight into her eyes, as I licked my lips… Inches from her face with my heart poinding… and leaned in, planting a wet kiss on her soft cheek with my lips slightly open, and exhaling on her face as I did so. She shivered in my arms, and quickly turned her head to the right. I again leaned in and very wetly kissed her left cheek, my mouth even more open, my tongue joining the lips as they kissed her tender skin. This was way past ‘normal’ now. There was no pretending the electricity in the air didn’t exist.

The feel of my tongue sent another shiver through her body, and I felt her hips thrusting up to feel the bulge in my shorts. My hands left her head and roamed up and down her back. We stood there for a few seconds, her head still turned, and both of us not wanting to finish. There was so much sexual tension between us that I could imagine sparks flying off us, ricocheting off the walls as we stood there.

Throwing caution to the wind, I leaned in once more, kissing her cheeks with my now wide open mouth, all pretence of innocence now discarded. My mouth found a trail from her cheek to her chin, kissing and licking her skin, dying for more to taste. I found her neck, and her hands found the back of my head, pulling my hair and pulling me into her.

Dolly Aunty moaned as I sucked in some flesh into my mouth. I kept up the suction and she moaned even louder. Gently nibbling, I licked and played with her skin as my teeth grazed and bit her.

Our hips were now gyrating, as the bulge in my pants grinded with her crotch. Her right hand was now on my lower back, and she slipped it inside the waistband of my shorts to grab my bare butt. She pulled me into her as we stood there dry humping, and as I necked her from one side to the other. I knew I was leaving a trail of hickeys on her neck and I suppose she did too, but we were both far from caring.

I left her neck and she turned her head as I did, our open mouths hungrily finding each other. Our tongues jumped into the other’s mouth, battling and dancing, sliding, in unison and in combat with one other. I couldn’t help but moan and my cock was now bursting to come out.

I used my left hand to knead her breasts and my right hand to pull her hair as I kissed her as strongly as I could. Using my legs, I bodily pushed her against the wall. We both stopped, panting and gasping for air. I was staring into her eyes, and she was staring at mine. She cupped my face, and her eyes became soft and teary.

“Rosshann? Baby… this is wrong, honey. I know this feels… SO right, but… this is wron… “ I interrupted her with another kiss on the mouth, and she didn’t’ waste a second to kiss me back. Our tongues once again found each other, and twisted and grinded as we French kissed deeply.

My eyes were closed but I felt her smile as we kissed, and I paused. Pulling back, she said “Honey, I want this to happen, I don’t know why or how this is happening, but now that this is, I so want it to happen. But, baby are you sure you want to… do this?”

“Aunty, I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t want this as bad as you do” saying which I dropped my hands to her side, and bunching her nightgown, started to pull it over her.
She responded by grabbing the side of my tee shirt, and we quickly helped each other get topless. As her breasts were exposed I almost groaned and my knees weakened.

“Jesus” I swore under my breath.
We stood there, her against the wall, both of us naked till our waist, as I admired her breasts. Her nipples were a very dark pink, and her areolas were large and oval. The weight of her large breasts made them just droop a little, not exactly sag. My mouth opened and started to water on its own accord, as I was hypnotized by the sight of her erect nipples. Dark, and thick, and erect.

Her hands ran up and down my chest, her fingers running through the sparse hair I had. I was of an average build, but years of athletics and playing soccer on my high school team had given me lean, tight muscles and a six pack that I took care to maintain. I lowered my head and hungrily latched on to her right nipple, as she threw her head back and let out a loud, musical moan.
“Aahhh… Rossshhaannn!”

I used my left hand to cup her breast. I swirled my tongue around her nipple, licking and grazing as my right hand went down to her panty clad crotch. I slipped my hand inside the waistband and snaked my way down to her pussy lips. I felt her labia and the wetness between them. She was soaked! I pressed in between them and the folds gave away and my fingers had found her love canal. My right index was halfway inside and surrounded by so much moisture and heat that my cock started to twitch.

I pulled out my hand and grabbed the waistband of her panties and tugged down quickly. She wriggled her hips to help me in my endeavor to undress her, as her hands pulled at my shorts. We both helped each other out of our remaining clothing and stood again, panting, naked. She let her hand linger on my shaft wrapping her fingers around it to guage how hard I was. My angry purple head rested in her palm.

Staring at each other, we embraced fully, mouths sealed against each other, tongues dancing, hands roaming around each other’s bodies. My left hand on her right nipple, massaging my saliva in and twisting its length, my right hand on her butt, almost inside her ass crack. She had both hands on my butt, as she pulled my butt cheeks apart slightly, and her fingers grazed my butt hole. We gyrated wildly and passionately, my cock now pressed against her pubic mound. I pushed against her so hard that her breasts were mashed against my chest, and she was on her toes.

She broke our kiss and grabbed my hand. Aunty pushed the already open bathroom door wider and stepped inside, me quickly following.

We stepped inside the glass cubicle and she turned on the shower. We started to kiss and fondle each other as the water started to fall. It was cold at first, and drove us even harder into each other’s arms. The water quickly started to warm up though, and became a pleasant oh-just-the-right-hot very soon. We kissed some more and then Aunty got the bottle of shower gel on the counter top. She turned off the shower water.
She squeezed a generous amount onto her hand and some on my wet chest, and then some on her breasts and her tummy. I indicated for some more on my open right palm and she smiled and squeezed a bit more onto my hand.

I brought both hands behind her and rubbed them, spreading the gel. I then spread the gel down her back, her lower back and her ass cheeks. I used my hands to part her cheeks and lovingly spread the gel between her crack, lathering it up into a foam as I massaged her there, my fingers moving closer and closer to her butthole. My fingertips grazed her butthole and then my fingers started to move in circles around it.

I pressed and squeezed her fleshy bum and felt her muscles slowly relax. I used my right hand to squeeze at her rear entrance, and her rectum muscles slightly gave way for my index finger to reach in. My finger went in and I felt her anal walls squeeze down on my finger. I paused, letting her relax, before I pushed it in all the way till my finger was knuckle deep. Her moans had gotten louder and louder.

While I was busy teasing her butthole into giving way, she was soaping me all over. She was fondling my balls and my shaft, generously soaping them both and she too paid special attention to my butthole once she was done with my cock.

Both our bodies were now covered in soapy foam and glistening from the film. I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her deeply, my tongue shoved into her throat. I felt her knees buckle as I roughly inserted my digit as far as it would go up her bum. I started to finger fuck her butthole and I knew she loved it.
Without even breaking the kiss, she reached out with her right hand and turned on the shower. The warm water cascaded down our naked bodies, and we washed each other off with our hands. She got down on her knees and washed my cock lovingly, her face only inches away from my head. She once more switched off the shower and then she grabbed my shaft and covered my head with her open mouth.

The warm wetness of her mouth was one of the most amazing sensations my cock had ever felt. Her experienced head started to bob up and down my shaft, her lips forming a vacuum seal at the top, as she swirled her tongue around my head. Her tongue even pried at my opening as I felt my knees go weak. She was able to take in my whole cock, and as her nose just touched my pubic region, I felt cock press against the back of her throat. In a couple of minutes of her ministrations, I felt I might explode, and it took all my will power to hold back. I gently held the back of her head and pulled her away.

“I’ll cum if you do that once more and right now, that’s not where I want to cum”. She understood what I was implying.

“Then what are we waiting for” she slyly smiled and wriggled her hips at me. My eyes went down to her pussy lips and my hands reached out to cup her pussy.

She stepped closer to me and on tiptoes, planted an open mouthed kiss on my mouth. She then grabbed my hand and led me out into her bedroom across the hallway.

She threw the covers open and we both tumbled onto her bed, as we kissed again and again. I was on top of her, my mouth trailing kisses down her chin, her neck, her chest… I found her nipple and stuffed as much of her breast as I could into my mouth, my hands fondling and massaging her tits.

My right hand found her free nipple and played with it, twisting and pinching as I did the same on the other with my mouth. I moved lower, licking the underside of her large breasts, my hands following my mouth, massaging the saliva into her skin. I reached her navel, and I stuck my tongue inside her belly button. She suddenly giggled and squirmed under my powerful hands. “ROSSHAANN! I’m… I’M TICKLISH down there you DEVIL! Hahaha…”

I relentlessly kept up my attack, licking, biting, and squeezing every square inch of her exposed skin… my chin grazed against her pubic hair, and I looked down at her treasure pot.

I could see her honey shining from within her folds and inhaling her aroma deeply, I lowered my head and kissed her very close to her pussy. Her legs were now between my head, my hands on her thigh and hip, my mouth so close to her pussy I could almost taste her. I kissed around her pussy, in an anti-clockwise direction. I started from the lower left, and kissed directly underneath, and then to the right and my kisses started to get closer to her as the radius of my circle reduced.

I kissed and licked her till I had got back to my starting point. I used both hands to now push her legs up and backwards, until her knees were right under her face, her thighs pressed up against her belly and breasts.

In this position, both her pussy and her glory hole were exposed. I again trailed some kisses down to her butthole. I knew she was clean down there because I had cleaned her there myself. I had only read about rimming a woman before and this was a first but I knew I just had to do it with my Aunt. Her butt was what my fantasies were made of. The hole itself was hairless and so beautiful, dark brown and crinkled. There was a hint of moisture from the shower, and my saliva soon blended with the water as my open mouth closed on her butthole.

I French kissed her butt hole and my Aunt just threw her head back and relaxed, enjoying the sensations I was giving her. I flicked my tongue in a ten o’ clock direction from the center towards the outside, and I saw her muscles relax. The sphincter opened up and I saw the dark hole beyond. I slowly slid my tongue inside, and I swirled it around in the warmth. I moved slowly, so as to not alarm her, and I tongue fucked my Aunt’s butthole as it moved in and out of her. There was a tangy taste and I was extremely hard and aching.

I licked around for a couple of minutes, and I felt her hand on the back of my head. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head against her hole. With one hard lick, I felt her suddenly tense all over, and my tongue was caught inside as her entire body clenched tight. I pulled out and flicked my tongue at her opening again as I saw her entire body start to shake.

She let out a low scream, and her nails dug into my neck. I saw her toes curl tight and her face in a twisted look of agony and pleasure. I didn’t waste any time. I quickly moved my mouth onto her wide open pussy, and found her swollen clit with ease. I flicked and licked her there, and now, her screaming was constant. I closed down on her clit like a hungry man and sucked it into my mouth. Her body was still shaking, and the trembling was getting even more pronounced and shakier. I looked up at my Aunt’s face and her eyes had rolled back in her head.

“She was having a good time, this woman!” I thought in my head.

I held onto her clit like it was the last floating piece of wood and I was a man drowning in an ocean. In a way, I was literally at risk of drowning, as her juices flooded my face.

It might have lasted 30 seconds or a minute, until my Aunty collapsed back on the bed, her shaking having finally subsided. She had gone hoarse with screaming and was smiling and laughing.

Aunty opened her eyes and looked at me. She then grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me up on top of her. Her hand grabbed my head and brought my mouth down on her open mouth, my saliva and her juices being sucked up hungrily by my Aunt.

Without breaking our kiss, she propped herself onto her elbow, and pushed me onto my side. She successfully rolled me over and climbed on top. She threw herself down on me , our hips moving in wild fuck motions, as my cock rubbed against her wet lips. With her right hand, she guided a generous amount of her right breast into my mouth and with her left hand, she reached behind her and found my cock. Wrapping her hands around my shaft, she guided my cock into her waiting pussy.

My cock had been waiting so long for this. As I entered her, I almost came then and there. She was tight, warm, wet, and incredibly, all these sensations felt like one. Our bodies became one. Our emotions, our dreams, our prayers.

I couldn’t hold back a second longer. I thrust my hips up and filled her pussy, the tip of my cock brushing against something hard. She screamed in pleasure, as I realized I’d brushed against the end of her womb. She started to slowly rotate her hips, to get used to me being inside her, and then to move her butt up and down my shaft. My hips responded in kind, and our bodies slapped against each other as we forcefully collided with each thrust, with each pull, with each shove.

We made love on her bed, our eyes lost in the other’s eyes. Again, I had lost track of time. Time was meaningless to me. Everything else was meaningless to me. The only thing that mattered then was this woman on top of me, who I loved so much, and whom I was showing my love to in the most intimate of ways possible. The room filled with the sound of our gasping and panting, with the loud sounds of flesh whacking against flesh, of my cock entering and almost exiting her pussy.

I felt it building inside me. A powerful orgasm was roaring to go, about to be unleashed. I held on for dear life, as I studied her face in a pleasure muddled haze for signs of her own orgasm… Aunty’s face was contorted in pleasure, and then I felt it as well as heard it… Her orgasm, in the form of mini spasms of her pussy walls, and her screaming, rising in volume with the passing seconds.

I let go, and I felt my balls release at last. My eyes shut on its own, as I was nearly blinded by my orgasm. I came and I came into her, inside her, while she was cumming on top of me. It was the most incredible moment of my life. We simultaneously orgasmed for a whole minute, and I must have been cumming for more than half of it.

She finally collapsed on top of me, just as I thought I was about to black out. We lay there, clutching at each other, just enjoying the warm buzz in our heads and the warmth of the other’s body. My softened cock slipped out of her, and she lay down next to me. We pulled the cover over us together, and turned towards each other.

“Wow” she whispered lovingly, her hands playing with my hair. I cupped her face and kissed her tenderly on her lips. “Thank you for that Aunty.”

“Call me Dolly” she whispered, and kissed me back. Our kiss ended after five minutes, neither of us seeming to tire of frenching.

“Come on now Roshan baby, I’ll get us something to eat”, saying which she threw the covers open and stepped out, naked and glorious. She started to walk for the door, turned around, and saw me checking out her bum, and she smiled.
“Come on! We’re already late for supper. Let’s see if we could throw in some dessert for later”, and winked at me.

With my eyes glued on her backside, she walked out the door. I lay back down and stared at the roof. “Jesus. This is gonna be a hell of a week” I spoke loudly as I grinned. “I guess some prayers do get answered, ey?” I swung my legs over the side and hopped out of bed and followed my Aunt into the kitchen, as naked as she was.