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After the heavy breakfast at Kalpana aunt’s I was feeling drowsy, and decided to have a snooze. I woke up around noon, and immediately hit the shower to get rid of my lethargy. Just as I got out of the shower, the phone rang. It was Sarla bhabhi.

“Hello beta,” she said cheerfully. “Why don’t you come over to my place today for lunch? I have made pooris and aam ras today ... specially for you.” she said with warmth.

“OK, aunty...” I laughed, as I agreed.

When I reached her place and rang the bell, she opened the door and greeted me with a carefree embrace, saying “Oh Jignesh beta, thank you for coming.”

As I felt her press her soft body to me, I looked over her shoulder and froze. Sitting on the couch in the living room was Mayuri ben, another older woman in our colony whom I lusted for. Mayuri ben was a matronly 48-year old widow, having lost her husband nearly 12 years back.

A shade darker than Kalpana aunty, and attired in her trademark clothes of a white cotton saree worn in the Gujarati style, and white blouse, she was a huge fat woman, nearly as tall as me, with a heavy fleshy body.

Ever since I had entered my teens, I had been fascinated by the sheer size of her massive breasts and hips; the biggest I had seen on a woman in my life. Though she had a more attractive face when compared to Kalpana aunty, there was a permanent stern look to her, accentuated by the thick spectacles she wore. She looked every bit a school headmistress, which was partly true because she taught primary grade kids at some local government school nearby.

As Sarla bhabhi felt me stiffen, she let go off me and said “Oh don’t be shy beta, Mayuri ben was waiting here specially to meet you.”

As she said that and led me inside, Mayuri ben got up from the sofa and stood up.

“How are you Jignesh bhai?” she greeted me with a smile.

I had always been so intimidated by her that I took my time to find my voice.

“Oh are you still afraid of me beta?” she said with a knowing smile.

The ice broken, I too laughed and said “Umm, no aunty ... just that I was...”

She threw her head back with a hearty laugh and said “You know Sarla; he was such a naughty boy since he was a kid. He would ring the bell of my house in the middle of the day while I would be sleeping, and then run off when I came to open the door. Finally one day I caught him at it, scolded him properly, and took him to his mother.”

I winced at the memory of that incident a few years back. Seeing both of them laughing, I too joined in and said “Yes aunty, I still remember how you grabbed me by my ear and dragged me home.”

Both women laughed on hearing that.

“But see how you have become a big and smart boy you have become now.” Mayuri ben said to both of us in general, looking me in my face with a smile.

Taking me by my hand, she said “Arre, why are you still standing? Come and sit beta.” and led me to the sofa.

Sarla bhabhi proceeded towards the kitchen. As I sat down, she sat down next to me, and gazing at my face said “I hardly see you now a days. You have grown up so much, you have become a handsome young man now.”

I nearly blushed on hearing this from this woman who always had seemed like a stern headmistress to me. As she kept looking at me and talking, with her hand resting on my right knee, I couldn’t help but look at her body.

She had a heavy weather-beaten face, with the flesh on her cheeks and jaw beginning to sag a little. Her hair, which was tied in a bun behind her head, was beginning to grey at the temples, which she had coloured with mehendi, giving it a dull golden brown look.

Being a widow, she wore some kind of a black-bead chain around her neck, and cheap looking black plastic bangles on her wrists. The cheap white cotton saree she wore was tied the Gujarati way, favoured by older women here, and sticking out of the shoulder line of her matching white cotton blouse, I could see the thick strap of what must have been a really big bra. As my eyes took in the covered shape of her massive breasts under her saree, I thought to myself that she had to be at least a 42F. From the way she sat, I could see the bulging folds of her heavy and fleshy belly, which sagging but held tight at her waist by the saree.

“Where are you lost, beta?” She asked patting my knee.

I came out of my reverie, and quickly averted my gaze when I realized that she had caught me staring at her body.

Just as I was about to mumble some excuse, Sarla bhabhi came bustling into the living room.

“Come beta, lunch is ready. Mayuri ben, can you help me serve the food?” she said chirpily.

As Mayuri ben got up and ambled towards the kitchen, my eyes were drawn to her massive hips and that huge ass. Each of her massive ass cheeks seemed to jiggle with each step she took, and my cock twitched at the sight of that.

Turning to look at me with a smile “You sit here with Jignesh, Sarla ... I will get the food, he still seems to be scared of me...” she said, throwing her head back in a throaty laugh, and looking at me in the eye.

As she disappeared into the kitchen, Sarla bhabhi came and sat down next to me.

Placing her hand on my thigh and rubbing it, “Beta, I hope you are not angry with me for calling you here when she was here...” she said in a small voice. “She has been asking me so much about you ... and she has been telling me for a long time now that she wanted to meet you and ask you if you needed anything ... and how you were managing all by yourself without your parents...” she continued. “So I told her that OK I will call him today ... I hope it is OK beta...” she said with a childish pout on her face.

“Of course it is OK, aunty,” I reassured her, placing my palm on hers. “I was anyway wanting to come here and see you ... I was missing you so much...” I said with a knowing smile.

“Liar...” she said teasingly, and slapped my arm teasingly.

“No aunty, really...” I began to protest.

“Really ... really...” She said teasing me, and slid her hand from my thigh towards my crotch. As her fingers closed over my hardness through my trousers, I sighed and pressed her hand harder.

“See, aunty ... I told you ... now you believe me?” I asked with a laugh.

She blushed, and looked quickly towards the kitchen door. She was dressed in simple yellow saree and blouse today, and as she started to say something, I slid my hand quickly under her saree and clasped her juicy breasts through her blouse.

“Ohh...” an involuntary sigh escaped her lips, as my fingers closed around the pliant flesh of her soft breasts.

Hearing some noises from the kitchen, she stood up suddenly. Just then Mayuri ben appeared through the kitchen door. Seeing her, Sarla bhabhi quickly moved towards the dining table to help her set the plates.

As we ate at the dining table, Mayuri ben fussed over me constantly, serving me, pouring water for me, and trying to be the perfect host. A couple of times as she leaned over me to serve me something, I felt the pillowy softness of her massive breasts brush against my shoulder. The second time it happened; I looked up towards her and saw that there was a smile on her face.

To be honest, I couldn’t make out what her smile meant. I couldn’t complain ever the less.

After lunch, as we settled down on the couch to relax, Sarla bhabhi spotted the new Rolex I had picked up a few days back on my wrist.

“Ohh, that’s such a beautiful watch ... I am sure it would have cost a fortune...” she exclaimed.

“Oh it’s nothing aunty...” I said dismissively.

Turning to Mayuri ben, she said excitedly “You know Mayuri ben, I really must show you some sarees that Jignesh bought for me yesterday...”

I squirmed when I heard her say that. I wasn’t too keen on others knowing about me buying stuff for her.

“Oh really...” Mayuri ben said with a look of pleasant surprise.

As Sarla bhabhi went into the bedroom to fetch the sarees, Mayuri ben slid closer to me on the sofa.

“So Jignesh Beta, you are taking great care of your Sarla bhabhi? Sometime think about your Mayuri Aunty too...” she said with a mocking smile on her face.

“Oh aunty, why are you saying like that ... I am...” I began to say uncomfortably.

“No no, don’t pretend ... who do I look like to you ... I understand everything...” she cut me off, as she made a face.

Before I could say anything, Sarla bhabhi bustled into the room clutching he sarees I had bought for her yesterday. As she started to show off her new possessions to Mayuri ben with much pride, I could see clearly the envy written all over Mayuri ben’s face.

Each time I looked at her pleadingly, she just pouted and turned her eyes away. I was racking my brains trying to figure out how I could appease this matronly woman who was also one of my all time favourite fuck fantasies.

As she finished looking at the clothes, she took off her spectacles, and placing them on the seat, leant back on the sofa. That’s when an inspiration struck me.

As Sarla bhabhi went inside to put the sarees back, I stood up and went over to where Mayuri ben was sitting.

“Oh aunty ji...” I started to say, as I plopped myself down on the sofa right on top of her spectacles.

“Beta, my glasses...” she started. But it was too late. Just as I had planned, as my weight settled on her spectacles, I could feel the frame snap, and the glass break.

“Oh no, sorry aunty ji ... sorry...” I blurted out and jumped up.

Her spectacles were shattered beyond repair.

“What happened?” Sarla bhabhi enquired, as she came into the room.

I kept saying sorry over and over again to Mayuri bhabhi.

“Not a problem beta...” she placated me with a smile.

“Oh I hope you have a spare pair, aunty?” I enquired.

“No beta ... but it’s OK ... I will get another one made.” she said with a pained look on her face, staring at her broken spectacles desolately.

She then stood up, and said “I think I will go home now, dear...” she addressed Sarla bhabhi.

I too stood up, and said “Aunty ji, let me drop you to your house ... It’s quite hot outside...”

“No, no beta ... you please take rest ... Don’t bother about me ... I will walk ... please don’t worry about me...” she protested.

“No trouble, aunty...” I said with a smile “It will be my pleasure...”

Before she could say anything, I turned to Sarla bhabhi and said “OK aunty, thank you so much for lunch ... I will see you later...”

I quickly rushed to my house, picked my bike keys and came out. I started the bike, got astride, and stood waiting, the engine idling. Mayuri ben wished Sarla bhabhi goodbye, and got on the pillion seat with some difficulty.

As she settled on the bike, I felt the bike’s rear springs compress with the weight. I felt her thighs press against my behind, as she placed her hand on my shoulder and adjusted her.

“Ready, aunty?” I asked as I put the bike into gear.

“Yes beta, but go slow ... I’m not used to sitting on the bike...” she said with a laugh.

Given her size, there was no way she could sit away from me on the bike; and as I rode towards her house, I felt her hand tighten on my shoulder, and her massive melons press against my back.

“Don’t you worry Aunty ... I will drive slowly ... you just hold on to me and sit...” I reassured her as I rode out of the lane slowly. I was enjoying the feel of her massive heavy breasts pressed against my back.

Once we moved out of eyesight, I said “Aunty ji, please don’t scold me now, but we are now going to the optician, and get you a new pair of spectacles.”

“Arre, why beta ... why...” she started to protest.

“No aunty ... please ... I felt very bad when you said that I never think of you...” I said with mock hurt.

“Oh dear ... I was just teasing you beta ... please don’t think like that...” she pleaded.

“Whatever aunty, but I will feel that you have not forgiven me if you don’t let me do this...” I replied.

“Oh Jignesh, you are so...” her voice trailed off.

She squeezed my shoulder, and pressed herself to me, and resting her chin on my shoulder and said, “OK, my dear ... as you wish.”

I turned sideways and smiled at her, to be rewarded not only with a smile from her, but also the heavenly feeling of her massive breasts press further against my back. My cock was stiff as a ramrod by now.

I took her to one of the up-market opticians nearby. As we walked inside, I noticed the way she wiped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her saree, and looked at the expensive frames on display in the showroom with trepidation. This shop belonged to the father of one of my friends, and I was a known face there. As we looked at the frames on display, I saw a look of discomfort cross Mayuri ben’s face as she saw the prices of the branded spectacle frames on display.

“Bhai, don’t you have anything cheaper?” she enquired with the salesman in a small voice.

Moving up close to her, I took her pudgy hand in mine and squeezed it.

“Aunty, please don’t look at the price tag, you just select whatever you like...” I told her in my most pleasing tone.

“But beta, this is very expensive, I can get ten specs made at the price of one!” she whispered back to me.

“Aunty ji, please, for me.” I told her with my most convincing smile.

“Oh Jignesh beta ... you are so...” she again left that hanging. “They are all so beautiful ... I can’t make up my mind ... why don’t you select one for aunty...” she asked me looking into my eyes with the look of a child in a candy store.

“Oh sure, aunty...” I said, happy to be given the responsibility. I selected a beautiful and expensive gold-plated spectacle frame for her that gave her mature weather-beaten face a really sophisticated look.

As she looked at herself in the mirror on the counter, I could see that she was really pleased with my selection. The sales-man too fed her the lines, saying “This is perfect for you madam ... it suits your personality very much.”

As she took it off, she asked the salesman “How much for this one, bhai...” With a glib smile, he replied “Only 3,990 Rupees madam...”

Mayuri ben’s jaw dropped when she heard that, and she turned to me with a look of fear. I just smiled reassuringly at her, and turning to the sales guy, said “So by when can you get the glasses ready?”

“Oh sir, for you we will get it done by tomorrow morning,” he replied with that same glib smile.

“One more thing, I want you to recommend one more frame for madam, which she can use as stand-by ... something that is a little durable.” I told him.

“Of course sir,” he replied, pleased to have some more sales without trying too hard.

“But beta...” Mayuri ben started to protest again.

I took her hand in mine again, and said “Aunty, please, don’t say anything.”

She clammed up, and just looked at me with a look of gratitude and pleasure.

Still holding her by her hand, I then led her to the counter where sun glasses were kept on display. Gathering my courage, I moved closer to her so that my arms were nearly touching against her mountainous breasts under her saree, and said “Aunty, now that I have made up for breaking your glasses, I want to buy you a pair of sun glasses also. You know it’s so sunny and hot outside, and when you travel by bus to the school, you can wear it...”

Her hand went up to her mouth when she heard that. “Beta, tum...” she began to say.

“Shhh...” I shushed her, and placed my finger on her lips, feeling the thick lips.

I let my finger linger on her lips for a few seconds longer than necessary, before I slid it down to her shoulders, and then her flabby arms bulging through the tight sleeves of her blouse.

She smiled slowly, and placing her hand on mine, squeezed it gently. I selected a reasonably expensive one that suited her age, and from the look of pleasure on her face as she tried it on, I could see that she loved it too. As I paid the bill, and waited for them to pack her glasses, she asked “Beta, what’s the time now?”

“What happened, aunty ... are you getting late for something?” I enquired.

“No beta, just like that ... my watch has stopped working, so I was just wondering...” she replied.

That gave me one more opportunity to get her indebted to me. As we stepped out of the optician’s I led her to a watch showroom that was just adjacent.

“You know, aunty ... when you mentioned about the watch, I just remembered that I had to buy a watch for Sarla bhabhi ... her anniversary is coming up ... will you please help me select one...” I asked her innocently.

“Oh sure beta.” she replied, and I thought I noticed a look of jealousy cross her face. We went into the showroom, and I could see that she was eyeing with envy the beautiful watches on display. We finally selected a beautifully 18-carat gold-plated ladies watch with a circular white dial. It was expensive, and I could see how longingly she looked at it as she held it in her fingers and admired it.

To check the strap, I requested her to try it on. She handled it gingerly as she slid it around her pudgy wrist. We got it gift wrapped, and left the store.

As we rode back home, I felt her sit even closer to me, which gave me a generous feel of her massive melons on my back. It was like the whole of her torso was made up of just her huge breasts. When we reached her place, she got off the bike and asked “Beta, why don’t you come in for some time, let me make you some nimbu sharbat. I am sure you are thirsty now.” she said with a warm smile.

“Oh yes aunty, that would be great.” I replied quickly.

As she was unlocking the main door, I enquired about her daughters. Mayuri ben had two daughters. The elder one, Seema, was about 23, and worked in a beauty parlour, which was run by a Punjabi housewife by the name of Radhika Sharma, who also lived in our colony. She had stopped studying after finishing her school and worked at the parlour to support her family, which otherwise had only Mayuri ben’s meagre government school income to go by.

Seema was a plump, buxom, wheat complexioned girl, in the same mould as her mother when it came to her body. The younger one, Amisha, at 17 was an year older than Jigna, and was in Class XI. She was a cute little thing, much prettier than her elder sister. She had the same round face as her sister, and was quite well endowed for her age. At that time, when I had come to Mayuri ben’s house, she had not yet returned from her school.

Their house was modestly furnished, though maintained neatly with whatever little they had. I settled down into one of the cane chairs in the living room as Mayuri ben went into the kitchen. As she returned with a glass of freshly squeezed lime juice for me, I stood up and took the glass from her hand. Putting the glass down on the glass-top, I picked up the gift wrapped watch.

Taking her hand in my hand, I said “Aunty, I am so grateful that you allowed me to replace you spectacles. This is a small thank you gift from me.”

As I placed the gift wrapped watch case in her hand, her hand flew to her mouth, and a small cry of pleasure escaped her mouth.

“Oh my dear Jignesh beta, why did you have to do that? You fooled aunty, oh dear, oh dear...” she continued to gush. She quickly placed her palms on my cheeks, and caressing them, said “Beta, what can I say? thank you so much, nobody has been so kind to me in my entire life.” she exclaimed.

As we settled down on the cane three-seater, she said “You know beta, I was a little cross with you when you told me you were buying this for Sarla ... she is ... she is ... ummm ... a very cunning woman...” she blurted out. “She is just getting started with you. She knows how good you are at heart,” she continued to tell me in conspiratory tone. “You know before you came, she was telling me how fascinated you are by her beauty, and that you keep looking at her all the time and admiring her, and how you keep buying her gifts to impress her and...” her voice trailed off.

I just nodded my head, and smiled benignly at her.

“Of course, I know her real self, it is the other way round. I am sure she is trying to seduce you, and she will keep teasing you, and exploit you because you are so handsome and so rich ... and ... ummmm ... and not give you anything...” she mumbled in a faltering voice.

Taking my hand in both her hands, she looked me in the eye and said “Beta ... please do not get me wrong ... I am just trying to...” she fumbled. “See beta, I know how young boys like you feel ... she is an attractive woman ... and you are a young man ... I know that...” she faltered again. “Oh beta, are you upset because of what I am saying?” she asked me in a pleading voice.

“Oh no aunty ... please tell me ... who else will I trust other than you aunty?” I said in an earnest voice, squeezing her hand in return.

“Beta, I know that you have your ... oh how do I say this...” she said, shaking her head. “I know that you have your needs...” she continued, averting her gaze from mine and looking at the floor, still holding on to my hand.

“But she is not trustworthy beta ... she is a big gossip monger ... and she will go and tell the whole world a completely different thing ... and spoil your reputation...” she continued, turning to look back at me. Pulling my hand into her lap, she said in earnest “Beta, you be careful with her ok ... if you need anything ... I mean ... anything you feel like ... anything you want ... Don’t go to her ok ... beta you just come to me ... ok?”

“Yes aunty...” I mumbled innocently, looking down at the floor.

“Beta, look at me...” she said in a soft whisper, placing her hand on my cheek, and turning my face up towards her. “Anything you need ... come to your Mayuri maasi, OK beta?” she said in a firm but soft voice.

My cock was throbbing by now, comprehending the meaning of her words. “I know that I am old and I am not as beautiful as Sarla is...” She continued in a small voice. “But aunty will give you anything you want beta ... and ... and aunty will make you very happy beta...” She said in a hoarse whisper, rubbing my thigh with her thick yet soft pudgy hands. “Beta, do you understand what I’m saying?” she asked me in a tender voice.

“Umm ... yes ... yes aunty...” I mumbled shyly, looking into her eyes.

She smiled tenderly, and slid her hand upward along my thigh, till her palm reached the pocket of my jeans, a position which made the tip of her fingers rest on the bulge inside my pants. My cock, which was throbbing painfully inside my boxers now, spasmed at the touch.

As I gazed at her, I couldn’t help notice that the portion of her pallu draped across her massive chest, hand got bunched together and come loose at the shoulder, causing right breast tightly encased inside the white blouse, to come into view. In the position she was sitting, leaning forward slightly, her left hand resting in her lap, and her right hand stretched with the palm resting near my crotch, I could get an unrestricted view of the deep cleavage in the conservatively cut blouse, caused by her huge breasts pressed together. I could also see the strap of her old fashioned white bra peeping out from the blouse at her shoulder. That one single breast was round, and the size of a junior volleyball, and her blouse was stretched taut across her chest, struggling to bear the weight of her sagging tit-flesh. Towards the lower portion of the curve of her huge breasts, I could also se the turgid nipple erect and poking through the fabric of her blouse and the bra underneath. With this view, I was sure that her bra size was nothing less than a 42-D.

Seeing me gazing at her chest, she smiled slowly, and pressing my rigid boner through my pants gently with her finger tips, she asked me again in a soft whisper “You understand beta?”

I exhaled the breath I had been holding for some time now with a pronounced sigh, and placing my palm on hers and pressing her fingers down on my boner, said “Yes, aunty ... I...” Letting my voice trail off.

Continuing to caress my shaft though my jeans with her flesh and pudgy fingers, she smiled tenderly and whispered “I think you like my ... my breasts ... don’t you, beta?” she asked hesitatingly. “I have noticed you look at them ... right?” she asked me in a hoarse whisper, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

I just looked away from her shyly.

“Don’t be shy, beta ... aunty can understand what you need...” she said tenderly, lifting her left hand towards my chin and holding my chin and pulling my face to look at her.

I couldn’t believe what was happening, and how quickly things were moving. Here was the busty mature 48-year old Mayuri ben, whose breasts were the biggest I had seen on a woman in my life, sitting next to me in her own house, caressing my cock through my jeans, and telling me that she was happy to give me what I wanted!

Closing my eyes, I leaned back on the sofa, and letting my head fall back on the head-rest, let out a deep sigh. I felt her shift slightly on the sofa, and lean forward towards me, causing her massive thighs to press against mine, and those huge melons to press against my chest. Cupping my face with her left hand, she placed her thick but somewhat chapped lips on mine, and slid her tongue into mine; while her other hand which was resting on my crotch, closed around the rigidness of my shaft and squeezed it gently. With a moan, I grabbed her by her head and pressed her mouth to mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth as well, and kissing her back. I could taste the sweetness of the fresh lime juice in her mouth, as our tongues intertwined and we kissed passionately.

That coupled with the musky odour of sweat from her body, caused me to buck my hips and press my boner into her palm. Since she was sitting on my left side, I was holding her head with my left hand, and my right hand slid up under the pallu of her saree to cup her massive breasts. As my fingers closed around the soft yet heavy tit-flesh through her blouse, I realized that even after grabbing a handful of her tits, there were a lot left behind, spilling through my grasp. She responded by moaning, and tonguing me passionately, her back straightening to press more of her huge tits into my palm.

As my hand holding her head moved to her face and caressed her cheeks, sliding down to her neck, I felt my palm get wet with her sweat. I involuntarily pulled my hand away and wiped it on the leg of my jeans.

Noticing that, she pulled her mouth away from mine, and sitting back said to me softly “Sorry beta ... Auntie is sweating a lot, isn’t she?”

She then proceeded to stand up, and taking my hand in hers pulled me up as well. “Come to the bedroom beta ... and get comfortable. Aunty will also quickly freshen up and come back...” she said with urgency.

She led me to the bedroom and pausing at the door, said “You lie down beta ... I will be with you in a minute...” As she disappeared into the bathroom, I quickly stripped off my shirt and lay back on the bed in my vests and jeans. In a few minutes she reappeared, and my cock lurched at the sight of her.

She had taken off her white saree completely, and was clad only in her white petticoat and white blouse now, and was wiping her washed face with small towel. A bit of the water she had splashed on her face and neck had slid down to her white blouse as well, making it translucent, and making me realize that she had taken off her bra as well!

Her massive breasts sagged under their own weight, creating small openings between the hooks of her blouse, through which I could see the curves of her tits. She had a huge flabby belly, across which her petticoat was tied taut, below her belly button, causing the flesh of her belly to bulge out above the waistline. And at the place where she had tied the knot, there was a v-slot open, through which I could see a portion of her fleshy belly below the belly button.

As she walked towards the bed, her massive hips and that huge ass swayed under her petticoat, and I could make out that there was no panty underneath as well.

She came and sat down on the bed near my waist, and her right hand automatically rested on the bulge of my crotch. Leaning forward, she whispered “Now Aunty will do whatever you want...”

As my hands reached out to grasp the massive breasts struggling to stay within the confines of her blouse, she said to me tenderly “You want to see aunty’s breasts, beta?”

“Ohh yes, aunty...” I cried out hoarsely, mauling the flesh of tits through the thin white cotton blouse.

She just smiled benignly, and sitting back, began to unbutton the hooks of her blouse. As the last hook of her blouse came undone, and she opened the flaps of her blouse, those humungous breasts tumbled free, and rested down on her bulging belly with a flop.

“Oh man... “ I thought to myself, as I gazed at that massive mass of tit flesh.

To say that each of her breasts was the size of a junior volleyball was an understatement. They might have been much firmer in her younger days, but now had mild sag to them owning to their incredible heaviness. Those stretched semi-spherical mammaries of hers were capped by an incredibly thick black pair of nipples, which were surrounded by huge black areolas.