Chapitre 2552: MY SOON TO BE DIVORCED AUNT
Things are going good around here, gyms are getting opened, local trains getting crowded again, theatres running like the usual, it's as if people forgot that we came out of a pandemic, so did our university administration. We have been attending classes normally since last year August, while it is better to be among friends in Uni than to be stuck at home with families, I do feel that online classes do have their own perks when compared to physical classes. You can just mute yourself and turn off the camera and do whatever the fuck you want, no one bats an eye. Given the fact that it's just me and my mum at home, I almost have full privacy in my room, so there were days where I watched porn in another Opera window while class was going in Chrome window.
Now that the omicron is taking its turn, things are looking pretty bad outside, government is proposing another lockdown and we already started to pack our luggage because we might get a mail from our administration at any time, and receive the mail, we did, announcing that it'd be online classes again this semester, until May, but actually until further notice. We had mixed feelings, some of us feel like it's better to be in hostels and chill, but some of us feel like it's better to be home! Without any choice, we started travelling back home, I personally was excited that I'd be getting my privacy back now, something that I have missed a bit in hostel rooms. Friends are good, it's not like they mock me for watching porn, there were days where we watched porn together, but it's just different to have that privacy in your own room!
And that excitement didn't even last for a day as I called my mum as soon as I boarded the bus at my uni, to inform her about my arrival. She responded with a simple HMM and told me about the arrival of my aunt and uncle and to make it worse, they're gonna be staying in our house for a while. Now I don't hate my relatives or whatever, and I don't mind if they stay for a day or two in our house, but my mom sounds like they're gonna be here FOR A WHILE. God knows when the lockdown will be lifted and what if it could be months? And especially when it's my uncle and aunt...
My uncle, Abhinav Mishra, is blood related to my mum, he's her younger brother and his wife, Pooja Mishra, and they have been married for about 7-8 years now. They have shifted to another city post marriage, and I never met them after that, at least I know a bit about my uncle, but my aunt, it's as if she's an outsider despite being part of our family for 8 years or so. It'd be a pain in the ass if relatives are around in the house, but I'm helpless and god knows for what reason they're visiting my house in this season of the year. There isn't any festival either!
I reach my house and as soon as I enter, I can notice my mum and uncle watching TV together, my mum smiles looking at me, a genuine motherly smile! She has been a great mother, ever since my father died, she took the responsibility on her shoulders and raised me on her own! I smile back at her and greet my uncle with a pretentious smile and then looked at my aunt, Pooja, sitting by the dining table, chopping the vegetables, wiping the sweat off of her face. It's the first time I saw her in 8 years and I cannot take my eyes off of her at this moment. She's wearing a green thin fabric saree, a light green loose blouse which is damp because of the sweat, exposing a damp patch at her underarms, the saree pallu is held together, flowing between her breasts, exposing the deep cleavage. She's around 5'3ft, not fat, she doesn't have fat belly like most of the Indian women of her age have, but she's not lean or thin either, just what we Indian men describe as DESI AUNTY or what the westerners describe as MILF, so she's a DESI MILF.
She throws a small smile at me and continues to work, it's obvious that we never had any bonding, hell I won't even expect her to remember me or my name even, nor do I, but god isn't she hot! Throughout the rest of the day, I noticed one thing easily, my aunt doesn't seem to be in good terms with my mom, which is kind of obvious given the relationship dynamics of Indian families, but even worse, it seems like my uncle and aunt are having something going on between them. She behaved as if she's an outsider and she's here because she's supposed to be, which isn't normal among Indian housewives.
We finish dinner and my aunt is doing her chores in kitchen while my uncle is talking in his phone, at balcony, my mom and I are watching TV as its just 9 PM. "Rahul, Pooja aunt will be sleeping in your room. Abhinav uncle and I will sleep in my room ok?" my mom tells me slowly.
"Ah ok fine." I say in response. Obviously there are so many questions in my mind, it's so unusual that my aunt will be sleeping in my room instead of my uncle to be sleeping in my room, but then I know that even if I ask a question to my mum, she'd just say I wouldn't understand even if she explains, a typical response from Indian parents, despite me being 19yo already.
After a few minutes, I walk into my room and jump onto my good old queen sized bed, it's more than enough for 1 person, but just enough for 2 people, while the bed in my mom's room is King size, large enough for 2 people. I start to scroll through my phone as my aunt arrives into my room, in her pink satin fabric nightie, the fabric looks so soft and fancy, not the ones my mom usually wears. My eyes ogled on her body as she walks inside, lifting her arms and ties her hair into a bun, exposing her underarms through the short sleeves of her nightie, a view which is always admired by most of the Indian men!
I smile at her as she arrives beside me and sleeps on the bed without talking much, it feels like I am an outsider in my own room now. I am wearing a white t-shirt and a brown boxer. I can notice sweat drops dripping down her face, making their way down her cleavage, like a river flowing between two mountains, such a scenic view indeed.
"uhm can I turn on the AC? You seem to be sweating aunt..." I try to break the ice.
She turns around to look at me, "yeah sure." she replies simply.
"So how's uncle's work and everything?" I ask in return.
"It's good." She says in a disinterested mood as if she just wants to sleep in peace. I felt like I am pushing a bit, so I just shrug it off and continue to use my phone.
"How is your Uni and your studies? They're hiring next year in campus?" She asks after a solid minute of silence, as if she felt a bit guilty for not being slightly social with me.
"They're good! I am in 6th semester, so not yet! Though I want to go into same line of work as Abhinav uncle." I say in response.
She eyes at me from her shoulders as I am smiling and typing in my phone, "girlfriend?" she asks me straight forward.
I go numb for a moment, not because she caught me or anything, I don't even have a girlfriend to begin with, but relatives don't usually ask these kind of questions, and that too coming from my aunt makes me a bit wonder.
"No no, it's just our friends group! And I don't have a girlfriend..." I say with a shrug, at this point, it's both flexing and a sad thing for me to admit that I am still single.
She nods simply and turns around, her back facing me as she tries to sleep for the night. I continue chatting with my friends and after a few minutes, a sudden sound bursts out from my phone, a sound of Indian woman screaming in pleasure as if she's getting pounded by someone, loud moans filling the room for a few seconds. I stumble with my phone, panicked, quickly fidgeting my fingers on phone to turn it off or at least reduce the volume.
"What was that?" my aunt asks furrowing her brows.
"Sorry sorry, it was just a prank video from one of my friends, I didn't know the content, so I opened it and like..." I try to explain the truth and stop as she laughs at the silliness of the situation. "I swear it's just a prank video, there's nothing in the video... See?" I turn my phone screen towards her and play the video with full sound again as it plays the same womanly moans again, filling the room.
"Ok stop, I get it, it's just a prank video." She says with a laugh and lies on bed again, this time turning towards me. "So this is what your friends do huh? Sending such videos and pranking guys who play that with full sound while they're home?" she asks with a tease.
I shrug off with a nod, "well I am sure many of my friends would have fell for it too!" I say.
"Your generation is so much into phones, so no wonder most of you fall for it!" she says with a sweet smile, trying her best to not sound like my mum who complains about me spending too much time on phone.
"I mean you can't blame us! Like take me for example, it's just me and my mum living here, I can't talk to her openly, because of generation gap, so I tend to spend time with my friends online." I explain.
"Why don't you talk to your mum?" She asks curiously. My eyes slowly shift from her eyes to her breasts, the thick velvet fabric outlining her bosom shape as if she is braless beneath the nightie.
"How can I? She doesn't tell me half of the stuff, she just tells me what to do, but not why... Like take this as an example. You and uncle came here, so I asked her about what happened, casually, but she doesn't tell me. She'd just say, 'you still need to grow up to understand these', like I'm 19 already, and it's not rocket science." I vent slightly.
She presses her both lips together and pauses for a moment, "Ok listen Rahul, I don't know why your mum didn't tell you about this, but we're thinking of getting a divorce. Things aren't working out well and as soon as your uncle told your mum, she called us here to stay with her for a while and then decide together as a family." She explains me.
"Wait what? Divorce?" I ask furrowing my brows.
"Yeah, now don't talk about that again, I just told you because your mother didn't. And I feel like she shouldn't raise you like this, you're an adult already, so you must know what's going on. You can talk to me about many things openly!" she says with a sweet womanly smile.
I always knew that my aunt is a bit young for my mum's generation, and a bit old to my generation, so she has both modern views and some boomer views in her.
"Anything?" I ask raising my brow.
"Yeah? What do you chat with your friends usually?" She asks curiously.
"Oh I don't know, this and that, a bit of everything. Games, girls, sometimes studies and porn..." I say with a shrug, shooting an arrow in the dark.
She raises her brow, "modern youth huh?" she says with a smirk, "so what kind of women do you like?" she asks.
"Hmm someone homely, like housewife material, but like not too dumb in terms of sex knowledge. You know... A modern housewife in a nutshell." I say staring at her body, her nightie elevates all her godly curves as she sleeps on her side, facing me.
She chuckles softly hearing that, "yeah don't end up like your uncle in the end, because I consider myself a modern housewife." She says with a shrug. "Anyway, goodnight Rahul, I should wake up early tomorrow. It's nice that you're interesting so that I don't have to spend my time here bored!" She says as she closes her eyes and tries to sleep.
A few hours later, it's around 2AM, I am still scrolling through YouTube videos as tomorrow is weekend and I don't have any classes and I can sleep whenever I want, I tilt my head and notices my aunt snoring, deep in her sleep. With every breath she takes, her breasts expand forward. She turns on her back, raises both her arms and places them above her head, the sleeves pull up at her shoulders, exposing her shaved damp armpits. I always had a thing for the Indian women's armpits, I just like the texture of the shaved ones. I slowly bend my head, my eyes fixated at her armpits, this is the first time I am looking at them up-close, my heart races twice as fast, I reach her underarms and take a deep sniff of her as I close my eyes and just feel the moment, it's like a nature lover standing in the nature and feeling it up by inhaling the pure smell, her body odour has the same effect on me, pure, natural. I stick out my tongue and takes a small slight lick, she furrows her brows in sleep, moving her hand as that's one of her sensitive parts. I panic and quickly bury my head in the bed, pretending to be asleep even if she wakes up. I lift my head and realized that she just turned around to sleep, her legs folder, the nightie lifted up until her thick inner thighs are visible. My hand slowly reaches her back of the nightie, slowly lifting it up, I am not sure if this is morally correct, she's my aunt, but my horny mind is getting the worst out of me, I lift until her panties are exposed, the cold air must have hit her private parts, she lifts her hand and grabs her knees to pull down her nightie in her sleep.
I quickly take my hand away and slide to my side of the bed, it feels a bit too risky, but I want more, I just can't sleep for some reason. She turns on her back again, her soft breasts resting on her chest, like two high unstable bodies resting on a mountain, waiting to fall down given a chance. I lie on my belly, slowly sliding towards her and place my hand on her tummy slowly, as if I am doing this in the middle of sleep. After concluding that she's still snoring, I slowly move my arm on her belly, upwards, until I can grab her soft breasts, I don't know if it's because of the nightie or maybe her breasts are indeed soft, I feel like I am squeezing the softest pillow. Just as my finger slides a bit more up and tries to sneak beneath her nightie, she opens her eyes and notices me laying my hand on her, she sighs softly, assuming that I'm asleep and removes my hand off of her body and walks towards washroom without waking me up.
I shut my eyes as if I am asleep and stay the same until I really fall asleep in the process and wake up the next day at around 11AM. My morning boner is proudly standing at 90 degrees with my balls, I totally forgot that relatives are around as I walk out of my room, towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water, scratching my cock in half sleep through my boxer. I walk past my aunt, who is preparing for lunch and my cock rubs against her butt as the kitchen is a bit small in size for two people to fit vertically.
"Good morning." She says trying to ignore my morning boner brushing against her ass.
I open my eyes fully, a bit shocked, "Oh morning! I just came to grab a glass of water!" I say with a smile. She's wearing a blue saree, low waist, her belly button is visible and the sleeves of her blue blouse are even smaller today, I can almost see her underarms casually as she's working, and the sweat drops make her blouse almost transparent, outlining her bra through her blouse.
"Rahul... Finish your breakfast quickly, you need to bring some items from shop! I and Abhinav uncle are going for temple today!" my mom shouts from her room.
"What's that for? So that you won't divorce him?" I murmur softly, so that my aunt can hear. She looks at me with a sigh, "Rahul..." She says in a friendly annoyed tone.
I finish eating and bring the items from outside and at around 11AM, both my mum and uncle left for the temple together. I wonder why they decided to go without my aunt or me, so I walk towards my aunt who's about to finish her work in kitchen, her ass swaying and begging to be spanked and groped, in fact her whole body is begging to be groped.
"So where did they go and why?" I ask.
"Your mother said they have their family temple, if they pray there, then these kind of problems will be solved..." She says with a shrug wiping the sweat off of her face, "as if that would solve any of the problems inside a marriage!" she smirks at the end.
"So what's actually the problem?" I ask folding my hands and leaning on the kitchen counter.
She sighs and turns around pressing her hands on counter, squeezing her breasts in the process, "Well don't tell your mum that I told you, and don't discuss it with her or him." She says showing her index finger, "It just isn't working out between us. His interests are different, mine are different. It's mostly all about his pleasure and I started to feel like my interests aren't being addressed in the marriage. That and..." she pauses a moment, biting her lips in a dilemma.
"That and? Is this all about just marital life? Or you both have any problems with sex life as well?" I ask trying to be a bit modest.
She bites her lips, "Yeah, that too. Recently we realized that his sperm count is too low so that was the reason I was unable to conceive a child." She says, tears forming in her eyes as she wipes them off with her saree.
"Wait so like he is totally impotent?" I ask.
"Not fully, but chances are very low. Almost zero, but not zero." She says inhaling deeply and tries not to burst out into cries.
I feel like I can't find a better chance to take advantage, I take a step towards her, wrapping my arm around her back and pull her face against my chest, "it's alright! Everything will be fine, you're a good woman aunty..." I say squeezing her voluptuous body in my arms, making her press her breasts against my chest.
She just gives in as she's on the verge of breakdown and after a few seconds, breaks out of the hug, "I am sorry to bother you with all this, perhaps your mum was correct, I shouldn't have told you all this." She says turning around and continuing with her work.
"Come on, it's not like that." I say as I walk away from her, "I am gonna take a bath so if you need to take some rest, feel free to go to our room and turn on AC." I say with a shrug.
I finish bathing and walk out, just in my towel, my boner up and hard because of my thoughts during shower, just as I step outside my bathroom, my aunt steps in to my room, swaying her saree pallu against her face as it's hot outside. She smiles at me awkwardly, noticing my rock hard boner through my towel and blushes hard, turning around, "You know I can sit in living room under fan if you need some time!" she says politely.
"No that's fine." I say. I take out a white boxer from my cupboard and lift my leg to wear it, thus exposing my cock through the slit of the towel while my aunt looks at me, even more embarrassed and blushing.
I jump on my bed, taking my phone and look at her, "so" I exhale as she sits on bed, her saree pallu still waving to cool her down, thus her blouse exposes her deep cleavage, "what kind of man did you expect as a housewife?" I ask her.
"Well I had many dreams, some nice guy who would take care of me, gives respect to my pleasure as much as his and all, but you know..." She says with a slight disappointed chuckle. "You wouldn't believe but your uncle never even brought a single flower for me..." she says.
"What flowers do you like?" I ask in return, turning on my side, towards her. My boner is still up and starts to throb as I ogle at her sweaty blouse and breasts, and she seems to have noticed my boner already.
Anything, jasmines, roses, I just love their smell!" She says lying on her back on the bed, her left arm raised up at her head, looking at the ceiling.
I slide towards her, my face close to her left underarm, "hmm I love the smell too." I say closing my eyes and sniffing her sweaty raunchy underarm right in front of her, she gives a confused look at me.
"You like the flowers?" she asks confused.
"And your smell as well..." I say pressing my nose against her arm and inhaling again, slowly sliding from her shoulder towards her heavy breast and press my face against her blouse. Her hand holds my hair, she raises her head, "Rahul... What are you..." she tries to stop me but my face buries between her breasts while my hands hold both her arms to restrain her.
"Rahul... This is so wrong..." she struggles, still enjoying the attention deep inside, "we shouldn't... we shouldn't be doing this Rahul..." she says shoving head away from her breasts. She's breathing heavily, part of her wanted it so badly, but the traditional part of her feels that it's wrong.
"it's fine Priya aunty, anyway you're gonna leave my uncle... And you told me you're open about these things and I must say I am totally addicted to your body." I say looking at her eyes, she stands beside the bed, her body still sweating.
"No Rahul, stop talking like that. I am your aunt, this is so wrong." She says showing her index finger in a stern tone.
I get up and take a step towards her, pushing against the wall, both my hands holding her two wrists, raising her arms up and pinning them against the wall as I look at her eyes. "Please...Don't Rahul..." she says in a confused manner, dilemmatic.
"You know you want it more than I do... All these years of sexless life with someone like my uncle..." I say breathing on her face as I kiss her plump pink lips and drag my face down on her body, biting her thin blouse with my teeth and dragging it away, tearing it slightly and her breasts jiggle inside her tight white bra, waiting to be released desperately.
She bites her lip from the pleasure, "I... This is still wrong Rahul, you're my nephew!" she mumbles, her voice lowering down as pleasure takes over her body. I press both her wrists together against the wall and hold them with one hand while my other hand works her bra and removes it, making her breasts free. They're not even slight bit saggy, they're firm, soft in texture, brownish black coin sized areolas, her two nipples looking up at me innocently as if they haven't become hard in a while.
I bend my head and bury it between her breasts, shaking my head and squeezing the breasts with my hand with my head between them, it's just heaven on her body. Her reluctance reduces as her body slowly gives in, her hair slightly messy.
I remove my hold on her hands and push her on our bed, her breasts bounce and collide with each other as she falls on bed, her both arms raised, her blouse torn in middle, exposing her wide rack, her face messy and mind confused. I crawl on the bed, with my knees on either side of her, lifting her saree as I slide towards her breasts, squeezing and biting them, giving them all the attention they need. Her fingers bury in my hair, not trying to stop me now, but trying to hold me against her breasts as she starts to like it.
I slide my boxer down and take my cock in my hand while still playing with her breasts, she's still dressed almost fully from waist down, but the saree is lifted up enough for me to find her panties and slide them to find her pussy. It's already wet, maybe because of the sweat, or maybe she's really wet, I slide my hard cock slowly inside her wet pussy, she raises her head, arching her neck, biting her lip and holding my hair tighter, "Oh god..." she lets out a moan and presses my face against her breasts again.
It's as if her pussy walls are expecting a visitor and as soon as my cock goes down her pussy, they clung on to my nerves, not letting me pull out, as if her pussy is some underrated, unexplored tourist spot. With every thrust, my hairy cock goes deeper and deeper into her vagina, while she wraps both her arms around my neck, taking me in, into her embrace, as if she realized how much I love her body odour and her embrace.
"Oh deep, just like that Rahul..." she lets out a soft squeal as I keep going, "your uncle never even went past a few inches..." she says as her whole body pulsates with every thrust from me.
"How big..." I pause, taking a few breaths, "how big is he?" I ask quickly and bury my head again by her breasts.
"He's so small, 3 or..." she pauses, moaning, "3 or 4 inches... He barely scratched the surface..." she says looking at ceiling.
"That explains why you're still so tight aunty..." I say holding her cheeks with my hand and planting a deep wild kiss on her lips.
"That's because..." she pauses, "that's because your uncle is weak and small..." her body jumps with every thrust and she takes breaths to speak, "unlike you." She finishes her sentence with a grin. "Keep going Rahul, don't stop." She says pulling me in for another kiss.
For some reason, my cock is going wild inside her whenever she demeans or degrades my uncle in front of me, and it seems like she's loving it as much as I do. "He doesn't like your body smell either?" I ask. My hand grabs her mangalsutra (a yellow thread which married women wear as a respect to their husbands), and holds it a leash on her neck.
"He feels that it's gross to smell me... But I felt so hot when you sniffed me yesterday night." She says biting her lip with a devious grin and a wink.
I smile at her as I go balls deep inside her, it isn't even 10 minutes, and I feel like cumming already, I always edge myself whenever I masturbate, but this time, I feel like releasing inside her so badly.
"I love to bury my face on your body, especially when you're sweaty!" I say gasping for air.
"I know..." she says with a smile as the sweat drops travel between her breasts, she raises both her arms slowly while giving a devilish seductive look at me, "like this?" she says with a smile.
"Exactly like that..." I say burying my head at her neck and planting a sloppy kiss and then slide towards her shaved underarms, sniffing them gently.
"I feel like cumming inside you aunty..." I mumble on her body, she can't hear it properly, she continues to moan without having an idea that I'm about to release my load inside her.
My cock twitches and I give one final thrust inside her pussy, her pussy walls gripping against my cock tightly, not letting it go, as my seed gushes down her pussy and towards her womb.
"Oh god..." she raises her head, taking it all in involuntarily, biting her lip and wrapping both her legs around me, until I empty my full load inside her fertile womb.
I crash beside her, looking at the ceiling, gasping for air while she's breathing slowly on the bed, "did you... did you cum inside me?" she asks a bit worried about it now.
"Yeah and it's the best orgasm I ever had." I say turning towards her and kissing her shoulders.
"No..." she says really worried, "it's too risky Rahul...God I was so dumb... I shouldn't have even done this in the first place." She starts to panic and her fingers run down her thighs, but her womb seems to have already sucked in most of the sperm while the rest is flowing between her thighs.
"Ugh it's fine. It's just one time, and you won't get pregnant." I say as if I am experienced, while I just lost my virginity for the first time.
She stays silent, getting up and pulling her saree up, still panicking and to add to her worries, we can hear the car stopping outside the house as my mom and her husband get down. She quickly takes out another saree from her cupboard and starts to wear it, "They're here, please stay outside Rahul, I don't want them to see us together here like this." She says.
"It's fine, you're worrying too much." I say walking out of the room and sitting in front of TV as my mum and uncle arrive. My aunt comes out from my room in a different saree, trying to pretend as if nothing happened.
The evening goes normally, I exchanged a few looks at my aunt, she's half worried and half satisfied it seems. We finish dinner together, my mum and her brother are in living room talking to each other as my aunt is in kitchen doing the chores before going to bed. I walk behind her, spanking her plump ass loudly, making a huge splash sound.
"Rahul what is that?" my mum asks from the living room hearing the sound.
"Nothing mum, just a mosquito on the wall, spanked it!" I say in response.
"Rahul what the fuck, we can't be doing this again while they're in house, its just too risky..." My aunt says, still worried.
I turn her around, so that I am behind her, "In their view, you're still cleaning the dishes, I am just having my dessert!" I say bending down and lift up her satin nightie, sliding her panties aside and starts to press my face between her butt cheeks, sticking my tongue out and starts to lick her asshole.
Her hands clench the kitchen counter as she has never experienced such pleasure, especially anal, "I..." she bites her lips, "This is too much Rahul and too risky..." She raises her head in pleasure.
I spank her butt again, "I bet uncle doesn't even know about anal sex or oral pleasure?" I murmur against her butt cheeks, biting them cheekily.
"He feels it's forbidden." She chuckles softly.
I take my head away from her butt and plants a kiss against her lips, making her taste her own ass. Just as I break the kiss and take a step away from her, my uncle arrives at kitchen, looks at my face, "wipe your face clearly after eating something... Look at your lips." He says pointing at my lips which just ate his wife's ass.
"Well the dessert was so delicious uncle, so I forgot to wipe my mouth." I say with a smile as my aunt chuckles in herself turning around, realizing how dumb her husband is.
I jumped on my bed and waited for my aunt to arrive so that I can have one hell of a night again. She does arrive a few minutes later, but her face is slightly stern at the moment and she lies on bed, turning away from me, without even saying a word. I turn towards her, placing my firm hand gently on her ass, she strikes my hand gently with hers. I slide my hand down her waist, like a snake curling around a tree trunk, she slaps on my hand again.
"Ah what happened now?" I ask holding her hand and turning her around, noticing a few tears in her eyes. "Ok now why are you crying?" I ask a bit concerned.
"I still feel its wrong Rahul. I am still his wife and even if I divorce him, I don't know if this would feel right..." She says looking at me disappointed.
"Hmm but as long as you enjoy it, it doesn't matter I guess?" I say with a shrug, "Don't tell me you didn't love it today morning when we both degraded your husband..." I say with a smirk.
"That's... That's different Rahul." She tries to dodge it, but this is my only cue.
"It's not, I know that you need pleasure in your life, so if your husband doesn't give it, I'll give it to you!" I say.
"It's not just about that..." she tries to defend herself.
"Do you still want his 3 inch cock? After seeing this?" I say looking at her eyes as I slide my white boxer down, my cock whips out of my boxer and stands tall.
"Ugh please don't... Pull your boxers back." She says with a sigh.
"Does his sperm even reach inside your cunt? I feel like it would be a drop in an ocean sized bucket..." I say with a shrug.
"Ok my pussy isn't the size of an ocean..." she says with a sigh.
"So you do agree that his cum is the size of a drop..." I say with a chuckle.
"Well yes but that's not the point." She dodges again.
"I bet he doesn't even know what body worship is, or what oral sex is. And when was the last time he made you cum?" I ask.
"He doesn't. And he never did. I finger myself to orgasm most of the times..." she lowers her defences and start to answer.
"So you wouldn't stop if I go down your nightie, bury my head between your milky thighs and starts to have my dessert again now would you?" I ask sliding down the bed towards her legs.
"God please don't..." she says nodding her head. Her mind says one thing, her body is saying something else.
I slide down her knees, lifting her nightie up as she lies on bed, looking up at ceiling, my beard poking her soft thighs as I drag my face between them and finally reach her pussy. Her black labia lips are slightly wet, safeguarding the pink pussy flesh inside, but a small kiss to the labia lips, they open widely, allowing anyone to plough her pussy inside and plant their seeds for free. My tongue sticks out as I hold both her thighs and lift them up, while I kneel on floor and starts to eat her pussy flesh eagerly. She lets out a loud shriek and bites her hand so that she won't squeal loudly.
Her husband soon comes over at the closed door of our room and knocks on it, "Priya, anything wrong? We heard someone shouting..." he asks from outside the room.
She takes a few deep breaths, "No, everything is fine! Just lemme sleep in peace!" she says, gasping for air as I continue to suck her pussy. Her husband leaves hearing that.
"How would he feel if he catches you with his nephew?" I pull out my head and asks her.
"God he'd be so pissed... Like he's really jealous and insecure, he's lucky that I am a housewife, or else..." she pauses a moment.
"Or else? You ever dreamt of cheating with someone after marriage?" I ask and quickly bury my head again.
"Well I..." she pauses, biting her finger, "I did dream...But this is the first time..." She says with a blush on her cheeks, her hand stretching out to my hair and holding it firmly in place.
"Am I doing it correctly?" I lift my head and asks her.
"Don't talk, I want to cum on your face... Please don't stop Rahul..." She says with a slight moan. "Actually, his tiny dick doesn't even reach as much as your tongue did. And all he does is just kiss me on cheeks and lips, and squeeze my breasts once, doesn't even undress me, lifts my saree up and pushes his dick inside for 2 to 3 minutes and cums inside with heavy gasps as if he did a great job at that..." she continues to sum up her sex life in one sentence while I strengthened my hold on her thighs and increased my pace of licking her pussy.
A few moments later, she arched her back, both her hands holding her thighs apart, my fingers spreading her labia as I continue to suck on her pussy flesh, she lets out a loud squeal as she loosens her body and gives in to the pleasure, her whole body goes numb, thick slimy semi white fluid oozing out of her pussy down to my tongue as she holds her hair and gasps for air.
I take all of it on my tongue and jump beside her on bed, pulling her face towards me and kissing her lips, making her taste her own cum as she sucks my tongue clean.
"God that was the best orgasm I ever had." She says sweating profusely and looking at me.
I give a quick peck on her lips. We went again, and again. Everytime she tries to avoid it by saying some reason, she ends up liking it more than the previous time. We fucked 3 times that night and I ended up cumming 3 times inside her.
The next few weeks went similar, me sneaking in beneath her saree or nightie to taste her holes, and by night, we end up fucking like rabbits. My mom and her brother are still trying to figure out how to convince my aunt to not divorce him, while I empty my load every night inside her. She likes it so much when I cover her holy mangalsutra with my cum, so that she'd wear it, and it stays between her breasts, and so does my cum.
While we thought things are going very well for us, one night my aunt comes out of the bathroom in her nightie and sleeps beside me, turning away. She's fully reluctant to my touches and this time she isn't crying either, but she's giving this confused vibes to me.
"I missed my periods!" she says turning towards me, with a sympathetic look in her face.
"Ah ok, should we be worried about it? I don't know much about girls and periods. I never had a sister." I say with a shrug.
She chuckles softly, like a mother smiles at her naïve son, "No silly, when a woman misses her periods more than once that means she's pregnant." She says sliding her hand on her soft belly.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone