House of Secrets: Mother’s Best Friend & Hidden Desires – Part 2

Church & The Glance:

Sunday service ended. Aunty Anna stood with my mother near the vestibule. She wore her usual modest floral dress. It was buttoned to the throat.

But when I approached, her eyes met mine. They didn’t flinch away like before. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips.

Aunty Anna: Look at you.

Her voice was a soft tease. Only I could fully hear it.

Aunty Anna: All grown up in a button-down. Almost looks like you belong here.

My mother laughed.

Mom: Don’t encourage his vanity, Anna.

Aunty Anna: Oh, I’m just observing.

Her gaze dropped briefly to my fitted shirt. Then it returned to my eyes.

Aunty Anna: College has filled him out.

Sunday Lunch & The Car Ride:

We were at their home. The air was rich with the smell of spices. It was Sunday chicken curry.

Aunty Anna: We need more chicken.

Aunty Anna announced.

Aunty Anna: Come, help me carry bags from the shop.

The drive was quiet at first. She wore a white salwar kameez. The thin fabric hugged every curve. The neckline showed a soft, deep cleavage. Her breasts were full. They were easily a D-cup.

They strained against the material with each breath. Her hips flared generously. It made her waist seem smaller. Her round ass pressed against the car seat. It shifted subtly with the movement.

Me: You look… different today, Aunty.

I said, my voice steady. She glanced over.

Aunty Anna: Do I? This is just an old thing.

Me: It’s not old. It’s perfect.

I let my eyes travel slowly down her body.

Me: The white suits you. Shows your shape.

She didn’t scold me. Instead, a faint blush coloured her cheeks.

Aunty Anna: You’ve become quite bold. That shirt shows your shoulders. You work out.

Me: I do. Noticed you noticed.

The air grew thick. My cock was already half-hard from watching her. It began to swell fully against my pants. I was about 5.8 inches. It was thickening. The bulge became obvious in the quiet car.

She parked near the shop. But she didn’t get out. Her eyes dipped to my lap. They lingered. Then they snapped back to my face. Her breath hitched.

Aunty Anna: You should… be careful.

She whispered. But there was no anger. Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

Aunty Anna: That’s… quite a reaction.

Me: Can’t help it.

I shifted slightly. The outline of my cock was clearer.

Me: Not when you look like that. Your body is incredible, Aunty. Your breasts, that waist, your ass… It’s driving me crazy.

She closed her eyes for a second. A silent prayer was on her lips. When she opened them, they were dark with conflict.

Aunty Anna: This is sin.

Me: This is the truth.

I countered softly.

Me: You don’t move away.

She exhaled sharply. It was a shaky, warm sound.

Aunty Anna: We need to get the chicken.

The Discovery:

Later, back at her house, I excused myself. I went to the guest bathroom. The air inside was warm. It smelled like her perfume. As I turned to close the door, I saw it. Hanging on the back was a set of her clothes. It was a black bra and panties.

They were the kind you see in videos. They were not plain at all. My breath caught. I stepped closer. The bra was lace. It was sheer in parts. It had deep cups. I checked the tag: 36D. My mind flashed to her full breasts. They strained against her white kameez.

The panties were small. They were just triangles of black lace. They had a thin string at the hips. I could almost picture them on her. They would hug her round ass. My cock began to stir and harden again. I was looking at them. I quickly used the bathroom.

My mind raced with images. When I came out, I found her alone. She was in the dining area, clearing the table. My mom was in the living room. She was talking on the phone.

Aunty Anna: Can you help me for a second?

Aunty Anna asked. She was not looking at me.

Aunty Anna: There are a few things on the top of the kitchen slab. I can’t reach.

I followed her into the kitchen. She pointed to a high cabinet.

Aunty Anna: The extra containers are up there.

I climbed onto the counter. As I reached up, I heard her step closer. She was handing me something. From my height, I looked down. Her neckline gaped open. I had a full view down her cleavage. Her breasts were pushed together by her bra. They were heavy and soft.

I could see the deep shadow between them. I saw the edge of her bra cup. My dick hardened instantly. It pressed tight against my pants. I took the containers. I hopped down and turned to face her. My bulge was obvious now. It was a thick outline against the fabric.

Her eyes dropped straight to it. She froze. Her own breath stopped. She just stared. Her lips were slightly parted. She couldn’t look away. That’s when my mom walked into the kitchen.

Mom: Did you find the—?

Her voice cut off. Her eyes followed Aunty Anna’s stare. They landed right on the tent in my pants. Both women were silent. They were staring. My cock was fully hard now. It was about 7 inches thick. The head was clearly outlined.

I saw my mom’s eyes widen. Aunty Anna’s face flushed deep red. But she still didn’t look away. It was like they had never seen a dick that big before. I could see the shock in their faces. They were thinking it was bigger than their husbands’.

The silence was loud. Then my mom snapped.

Mom: For God’s sake!

She shouted. Her voice was sharp with embarrassment and anger.

Mom: Have some shame! Adjust yourself and sit in the car right now!

She was scolding me. But it was really for what we all had just seen. I quickly turned. I pulled my shirt down to hide it. But the damage was done.

I walked out. I felt their eyes on my back. The car ride home was dead quiet. My mom didn’t say a word. But just before she started the engine, she glanced at me. Then she quickly looked away. Her own face was troubled.

That night, all I could see was Aunty Anna’s black lace. I saw her cleavage. I saw the look in her eyes. It was not anger. It was pure, raw shock. And something else underneath it. Something that matched my own hunger.

Continues.

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