My Dream Aunt

This is based on a true story.

When I was a teenager, one of my uncles got married and another aunt of mine was added in our joint family. She was nineteen and very beautiful. We lived in a large house with a common kitchen and many bathrooms to share. Once when I went for my shower, after waiting for my turn, I noticed some clothes in the wash bucket. My aunt who had last used the shower, had left her panty and bra. I picked them and the smelt them, inhaling her odour. This got me very aroused and my throbbing cock made me realize that I considered her sexy all along. I wrapped her used panty over my cock and masturbated whispering her name over and over again, with pictures of us in my thoughts. I exploded so strongly that I flooded the panty with my cum. I got scared and washed them to remove all traces of my endeavor. Since that day, all the time I thought of her, found ways to be near her, watched her with horny thoughts as I emptied my passion in her used panty every day. I slowly became more daring as to give her compliment on how she looked, her clothes and her beauty.

Her husband, my uncle, always involved in his business and in his drinking at night was neglecting her. She was stuck with raising her children and I was always around as help. She started to confide her worries over his drinking, his neglect to herself and the children. We became close friends, sharing our mind, little did she realize how at nights I played with my cock thinking only of her.

A few years later, when I went away to college, she still remained strong in my thoughts and I compared all girls to her. No one could match her. One day shocking news came of my uncle’s death and I went home to his funeral. She clung to me and cried, sharing her grief and relief silently in her grasp.

I passed out of my engineering college and took to a nice job in Bombay. I took a small apartment on rent and build a small cozy place for my self. One day I received a call from my parents informing me that my aunt was coming to Bombay for a week to buy things for a beauty parlor she was planning to open. I arrived early morning at the station to receive her and on seeing her after such a long time, my feelings again surfaced again.

I hugged her, she blushed on my eagerness and joy and we talked as I drove back home.

I had made my room comfortable for her stay and arranged for my self to sleep in the sitting room couch. I had emptied a part of my cupboard for her to use. When she went for her bath, I started to unpack her suitcase to place her clothes neatly in the cupboard. Her smell, her colors, my memories surfaced again. I found her undergarments and ran my fingers through them rubbing them over my face. I quickly put them away, after stealing a black lacy one. It was good to notice that she still had her tastes in good order.

The day went by visiting the various retailers for machines and equipment. My presence and advice was useful and I noticed a sense of comfort and happiness in her eyes and smile of being with me.

While crossing a busy road I held her hand to safety; thereafter we held hands through the day in silent comfort and growing closeness. Over lunch and tea breaks we spoke of the past; how she was coping with the children and her loneliness. She said she missed me for I understood her. She had no one to share her voice within. Over these conversations, we were breaking the barriers and we saw each other drawn closer. Through the work, the crowds, the noise; all I could see was her sexy shape, her smell that bathed me, her constant touch of our bodies made it difficult to hide my hunger for her.

A tired day came to an end. The plan to go out for dinner was abandoned as we chose to stay at home. While I went about tossing a simple meal of tandoori chicken ( her favorite), a coleslaw salad( my favorite), I let a bottle of wine chill in the freezer.

She was busy making phone call to her children, and this gave me ample time, to set the food in order. The lights had been turned soft, gazals floated softly, the setting sun giving way to the sea breeze and moonlight.

‘I will take a shower’ I heard her soft voice over the softness of the gazal singer. I nodded an okay and waited a while before I too rushed to my own shower, remembering how she look a long leisured shower by habit.

When I got back to the sitting room, there was no sign of her yet, so I laid the table, lit a few candles and polished the wine glasses.

‘Thanks’ her gentle voice swayed across the room as he admired the setting. The face betrayed her rising response as her mask of so many years started to fall off.

I led her to the soft sofa and corked open the wine.

‘Cheers! To the finest women in my life’ my own words laying bare my feelings.

She patted her side for me to sit and we sipped along, our eyes beaming in each others gaze. It was now that I noticed the light pink gown which was tight over her form. She had added more flesh over the years, making her even more voluptuous. Her bosom, fuller, was thrust across the fabric and I could notice the tip caused by a semi – aroused nipple. It made me gasp. Her throat, slender as ever stood out bare over the collar and every time she spoke the muscles moved gently as a caress. I longed to run my fingers over them. Her face, oval, had filled over the cheeks, nostrils flaring to give away her own rising heartbeats. My fingers ached to trace her lips which had remained full. The lipstick, in matching pink, wavered as she spoke and drew me to their lushness. When our eyes met, they held open wide, soaking each others dare. She hesitated and lowered her eyes, while mine slipped down to her midriff. The belt was a bit loose now, the flesh over the belly wanting to come free. The gown had parted at the lower fold, her thighs unknowingly had escaped the closure. There were asking for liberation. The ankles shaped and tender as I always remembered were trembling.

When my eyes slowly traced the same way up, my heartbeat had turned faster and shallow. My mouth hung open in betrayal, my eyes glaring with love and lust.

Once again our eyes met, the feelings of our love and desire laid wide open.

She was the first one to make the courage to cross the line as her hands reached to cup my face and softly uttered ‘Thanks for caring all these years”

My dam broke as I cupped her face with both hands, fingers etched over the cheeks and chin, our faces drawn close. I watched her lips opening to match my own surrender. My eyes lingered over her lips, the curve of her nose, the gasp caught in her throat.

‘ I love you’ I ranted loud as the burst of my curbed passion rose to break free from the hidden confines of so many years of yearning.

‘I love you too’ she cried out loud too as our lips met hard. Enveloping her succulent wetness, driving hard my hunger in the kiss as hands ran free to clutch each other. Our lips sucked out a cry from us, years of want flowing from one mouth to the other. Tears mingled with our saliva as the hunger roared out in flames. ……

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