Fulfilling sexual thirst of widow neighbour aunty

Hi dear ISS readers! I am Ved, a 24-year-old writer from Mumbai. This is my first story on ISS. I hope you enjoy it.

So, the story I am going to share with you now began back in 2019. I and my family had just moved to Mumbai back then, and there was a housewarming party.

Like any young guy during a family party at home, I stayed in my room. Eventually, I needed water. So, I ventured out of my room and went to the kitchen. All of the ladies were sitting around the dining room table. They all knew that I was an introvert. So, as I passed, they didn’t call out to me. But, I heard them whisper among themselves.

Among them was the aunty who is the heroine of this story. Her name was Lata. I only saw her from across the room, but I could still sense that she was interested in me. It made me feel something inside.

Back then, I always used to struggle with girls. None of the dating apps brought me anything good. Since I hadn’t had much luck with women so far, I was hoping I would get laid in Mumbai finally. After all, they all called it ‘The City of Dreams’.

I knew an old aunty back in Pune who had an obvious thing for me, but that was almost a joke. This was different. Lata was middle-aged and attractive, with all the right assets, and her husband was in the other room. Was she truly interested in me, or was I just dreaming?

A few months after that party, we got the news that Lata aunty’s husband had contracted Coronavirus and was in the hospital. Two weeks later, he died.

I won’t lie to you, the news of his death did bring me some pleasure. I instantly recalled the way Lata aunty had looked at me that night, and now she was alone. But I didn’t want to do anything stupid yet. So, I waited for the right moment.

I didn’t have to wait for long. About a week later, my family was going out of town for five days. But, I had work and so, I couldn’t go with them. So, they suggested that I stay with Lata aunty until they came back since her house was near ours.

When the day came, I went to her flat with my laptop and my other stuff. After ringing the doorbell, a beautiful woman wearing a salwar kameez opened the door. She was shorter than me, but chubby in all the right places.

Ever since the opportunity to stay alone with her had come, I couldn’t stop thinking of the time when she was looking at me with sexual interest. But, as excited as I was, I managed to keep my expectations low. I thought, what if I am wrong about her? She could ruin my life if she complains about me.

But when my neighbour aunty opened the door and recognized me, there was a spark in her eyes. I could feel myself warming up inside, knowing that she was looking for the same thing in me that I was looking for in her! I knew then that I was going to fuck her, no matter what. She looked clean and dignified on the outside, but I knew she had a naughty side to her. I was going to discover that side of her soon.

In the rush of excitement, I found it hard to utter my greetings. I said awkwardly, “Hi… Aunty.”

She said graciously, “Hi, Ved! Your parents said you were going to stay with me for a couple of days.”

I replied, “Yes. I told them I could take care of myself, but they wouldn’t believe me, of course. They think I’ll burn the house down!”

She laughed at my joke and invited me inside her home. I kept my bag on the floor, sat down on the sofa, and said, “So, how are you, aunty?”

She said sharply, “Ved, stop calling me ‘aunty’. Call me ‘Lata’. We are friends, na?”

Saying this, my widow neighbour aunty sat on the sofa beside me and moved closer. I knew my dream moment was going to get real. Carefully, I placed my hand across her shoulder. She noticed it and didn’t seem to mind. This was my green light.

I was about to put my other hand on her thigh when my phone suddenly rang. It was from my boss.

The mood in the room went away. Lata stood up and coughed against her closed fist.

My jerk boss annoyed me at the office all day, but now he was even cock blocking me. I picked it up and told him I’d be at the office soon.

Putting my phone down, I told Lata, “Sorry, aunty. Oh, sorry, Lata. I have to go now. See you in the evening. Have a nice day.”

She didn’t give much of a solid reply, and then I left. All day at the office, I couldn’t focus on my work. I kept thinking about her. There was nobody to stop me from fucking her and finally achieve my dream of having sex. With those thoughts, the day ended fast.

When I finally returned to her home, I rang the doorbell and stood waiting. My neighbor aunty took some time to open the door, but when she did, she looked stunning. She was wearing a tight blue sari that highlighted her big tits and chubby waist. I was frozen in shock. I couldn’t utter a word. I just stood there with my mouth open, looking dumb.

She laughed and said, “What happened, Ved? I hope you had a good day!”

I said, “Yeah… Yes, Aunty. I mean, Lata.”

She replied, “Why are you standing outside? Come in.”

I walked in to see the dining table filled with all types of aromatic dishes, including my favorites like pasta and fried rice.

She looked at me and said, “Go take a shower, and then we’ll eat.”

As instructed, I took a quick hot shower, wore my night clothes, and went to the dining table. To my surprise, she was sitting on the seat beside me, as if we were on a date.

We began eating, and she started asking me questions about my life. She was a great talker. In just a few minutes, she wore off my social anxiety and made me comfortable and open with her. At last, she directed me to the topic of girls and asked me, “So, Ved, how many girlfriends do you have?”

I paused for a moment and said, “None, at the moment. Zero.”

She sat back in her chair and was genuinely surprised. She said, “What? How?! Any girl would be lucky to have you, sweetie.”

I knew she was just buttering me up, but I was having fun and went along with it. I thought about asking her if she was seeing someone, but she still looked a bit sad from my uncle’s passing. So, I kept the conversation focused on myself.

I said, “I feel sad sometimes, not having found love yet. But I know that she’s out there, somewhere. And I’ll meet her someday.”

She replied, “That’s cute, but it’s still surprising. The last time I saw you, I thought you’d have many girlfriends.”

I thought for a moment and said, “I’ve met many girls, but they don’t understand me. Not like you do… Lata.”

She took the compliment well, and said, “Don’t worry, honey, I will always take care of you!”

I said, “No, I mean, like, a woman like you.”

She asked, “What do you mean?”

I said, “Well, you are so caring, and attractive.”

She didn’t say anything for a few moments, and then she suddenly put her hand on mine. I felt shocked and warm inside, and let out a slow gasp, saying, “What… are you…”

She said, “Ved, come on. Let’s not act as if somebody is watching us. Nobody else is here. We can do whatever we want, can’t we?”

I said, “But… Lata…”

She cut me off and said, “I know this is what you want. I want it too. We all have needs. I have known you since you were a little boy. You are all grown up now. You can do whatever you want… with whoever you want.”

I looked into her eyes. She was challenging me. I accepted her challenge. I leaped forward on the table and kissed her.

Our first lovemaking session went by like a flash in front of my eyes. We kissed and made out for a good ten minutes and then we went to her bedroom, completely naked. My neighbour aunty sucked my cock to get it wet and then spread her legs on the bed, inviting me to enter her. And I did.

That whole night, we kept fucking. We both had gone through long days of work, but we never got tired. With every plunge into her, it was as if I gained something from her vast reservoir of sexual energy.

Her high-pitched, tinny voice produced such marvelous moans that they kept me turned on throughout the night. The flat below us was vacant and the family that lived above were on vacation, so we didn’t care about getting caught. She moaned her heart’s desire, and it turned me on even more, pushing me to go harder and deeper into her.

She had a unique way of doing the cowgirl position. She took a long handkerchief and put both ends of it under my neck. As she rode me, she held both ends of it tightly and pulled it to use it as leverage, always staying rooted on my cock despite my strong upward thrusts.

I was surprised at the presence of such heat in her short, busty body.

Occasionally in the dark, I looked for her eyes, caught her face, and pulled her in for a kiss. The traditional relationship we had of aunt and nephew was dissolved in that bedroom – we were lovers now.

The next morning, when I woke up, she wasn’t in bed with me. I got up, walked out, and found her in the kitchen. I stood close behind her and kissed her on the neck. Then I shoved my morning wood in between her thick butt cheeks. A shiver passed through her body and she moaned.

She turned back and gave me a naughty but happy smile. Her eyes were empty of the grief I had seen in them before. She had shed tears in our lovemaking and now she was enriched once again.

For the rest of the week, we kept fucking all day, in all rooms of the flat, in all kinds of positions. We knew it was wrong, but we kept doing it. All of our years of unfulfilled desire found satisfaction within each other.

But, all the good things have to come to an end. So, eventually, I had to return to my home. The last time we did it, the session lasted over two hours. I began by riding my neighbour aunty, then we switched to cowgirl, and we climaxed in the doggy style. Just before leaving, I let her suck my cock and swallow my cum.

Of course, this wasn’t the end of our dirty, secret relationship! The next part will be about how we got in touch again.

I hope you liked my story! I am excited to read your comments. Also, if you are in or around Mumbai, you can contact me at [email protected] or Google Chat.