Sex and Family – Part 2 (Aunty Helped Me)

Please read the previous part before reading this part.

“Sorry ke bacche. Remove your hands from that thing. Let me see what your problem is,” said Mamata Aunty, coming closer and standing before me.

I never in my wildest dreams thought that I was going to be caught by Mamata Aunty like this. I looked up at her while she was looking down at my crotch. Knowing that she won’t relent, I took my hands from my cock. It sprang up and down as soon as it was released.

Mamata Aunt’s eyes got wide seeing my cock jumping up and down in excitement. I saw her right hand going down below my cock, and in the next second, my balls were being cupped by her soft hand. I groaned in ecstasy, and my cock hit her on her fist like a sledgehammer.

I saw a kinky smile on her face as she toyed and played with my hanging balls, gently, very gently. My balls were very stiff as they had stored my cum from the past few days. Pre-cum was dripping profusely from the cock tip. She observed that.

She brought her hand up from the balls and placed her palm directly on the cock tip. My pre-cum made her palm wet and got her palm wet with my juices. The next second, I was shocked. Mamata Aunty suddenly gripped my cock tightly at the base and tugged it hard. I lost my balance and stumbled forward on her.

I tried to hold her shoulders for support. But she pushed me back with her free left hand. I fell back against the water tank wall. She was behaving like a school teacher who was reprimanding her naughty student for behaving badly. She moved her hand up and down my cock.

She was trying to jerk me in slow motion with no hurry whatsoever. I could feel my own cum on my cock. It had lubricated her palm for easy jerking. I felt like I was in heaven as this was the first time a woman was holding my cock. To my surprise, my own Aunt was jerking me off and helping me to reach an orgasm.

“This is the first ‘TUNNE’ (Penis in Kannada), I am seeing after my husband’s, and I am holding it too. OMG, I am holding and jerking my own brother’s son’s cock. I don’t know what more I have to see at this age?” Mamata Aunty spoke, keeping her head down, watching my cock as she jerked it.

Seeing me silent, Mamata Aunty looked up, kept staring at me while she jerked my cock slowly. I couldn’t help but groan in ecstasy as her tender hand moved up and down my cock. Due to her constant hand moment, her saree pallu slid and fell at her feet, exposing her gorgeous nipples with blouse on, of course.

I couldn’t help but stare at her massive mounds and the deep cleavage between the blouse hooks while she tugged my cock hardly. Her breasts were swaying gently, but they were held tightly by the blouse and bra. Otherwise, they would have danced before my eyes if they were naked.

“Why are you silent. Am I doing it properly, Rajesh? I used to do it for your Uncle when he was alive to get him erect. But I am doing it to bring it down. What an irony,” Mamata Aunty said, tugging my cock harder. My eyes were on her swaying breasts.

Mamata Aunty saw my eyes fixed on her breasts, and I saw a faint smile on her face. “Is this what you were lusting for, Rajesh?” Mamata Aunty asked me.

“What, Aunty?” I said in an innocent tone.

“My breasts, dumb boy. I now know that you were feeling my breasts with your face in the room. Did my breasts arouse you so much?” She asked me again.

“Yes, yes. Aunty,” I said, admitting shamelessly.

“Then what were your hands doing behind my back, Rajesh?” Mamata Aunty asked again.

“When Aunty,” I asked her again. She now knew how I groped her in the room when she was consoling me.

Mamata Aunty pulled my cock harder and said, “While I was hugging and consoling you, fool. Were you taking measurements of my ass to get me panties?”

“No, Aunty, I was just hugging you,” I said with a half-smile.

“Don’t lie to me, boy. I am 25 years older than you, and don’t forget I raised you after your mother died. I could feel your fingers moving all over my back and ass. I thought it was son’s touch but didn’t realise that you are a man now and busy feeling all over my body, you dirty boy,” She said, smiling now.

Seeing her smiling, I got bolder and said, “Yes, Aunty, I couldn’t help myself seeing your hot and sexy body so close, and I got carried away.”

“Again lies. Do I look sexy at this 45-year age?” She said.

“Oh, are you 45. I thought you were still 30,” I said, laughing at my own joke.

“If I am 30, then my 22-year-old daughter Priya is still 8, you fool,” Mamata Aunty said, bringing her face close to mine.

I saw her lips closely and thought of kissing her red-hot lips and seeing how soft they were, but stopped. Instead, I chided her, saying, “I thought you were Priya’s elder sister and not her mom.”

Mamata Aunty laughed out loud and said, “You know how to praise and seduce women. Did you learn this from your Dad?”

“Did you help my Dad like this after my mother’s death, Aunty?” I asked her curiously.

Mamata Aunty glared at me with piercing eyes and said angrily, “Shut up, besharam. I don’t know what my brother will be thinking seeing me helping you like this. May God rest his soul in peace.”

Since Mamata Aunty was holding my cock firmly and jerking me hard, I was feeling pain. I kept my hand and tried to slow her down. She looked at me and asked, “How long are you going to take to cum, Chinnu?”

“Sorry, Aunty. Usually, I cum early, I don’t know why it’s taking so long today,” I confessed.

“My husband, I mean your Uncle, would have split out by now. I should admit that you have good withholding power. Your future wife is a lucky girl,” She said.

“Why will she be lucky, Aunty?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“Ah, because you can go on and on at her for a very long time. That’s why I said she will be very lucky,” Mamata Aunty said, jerking my cock faster, spoke again,” Why this damn THING is not going down. Tell me what will make this THING COOL DOWN.”

Instead of answering her, I stared at her breast mounds and cleavage shamelessly, and she noticed that. “You were so brave to fondle my body when I hugged you. Why are you hesitating now and standing like a zombie?” Mamata Aunty asked by lifting my chin with her free left hand.

I stared at her and knew she was not joking. My mouth went dry hearing her offer. Nervously, finally, I asked her, “Can I touch them, Aunty?”

Mamata Aunt’s face beamed with a big smile and said, “What do you want to touch Chinnu?”

Was she testing me, I wondered. Nevertheless, I asked again, “Can I touch your boobs, Aunty?”

Mamata Aunty laughed loudly and said, “I thought you were never going to ask. I know that nowadays, boys want to feel women’s breasts and nothing else. Yes, you can, but on one condition.”

I had raised both my hands to grope her breasts, but stopped hearing her. “What condition, Aunty?” I asked her.

“I want you to kiss me. But not as my nephew, like a ‘MAN,” Mamata Aunty said, blushing, inviting me to kiss her. I saw her biting her lower lip with her teeth, with her tongue protruding out of her lips. I couldn’t believe my own ears.

My naïve, pious housewife Aunty was asking me to kiss her and inviting me to feel and touch her breasts. What more can a 21-year-old man ask for? First, the kiss on her breasts, I was in a dilemma, and she herself cleared my confusion.

Holding my cock firmly at the base, Mamata Aunty leaned forward, bringing her shivering lips close to mine. I could see sweat beads forming on her upper lip on that cold night. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips on hers, feeling a mature woman’s lips and saliva for the first time.

Down, my hands had moved up and cupped both her breasts on the blouse, and gave a gentle squeeze to test their softness. They took different shapes as I pressed them hard.

Mamata Aunty moaned in my mouth as my hands pressed her massive breasts, showing no mercy. She quickly took my upper lip in her mouth and started sucking it. Her lower lip was in my mouth, and she was urging me to suck it. I sucked her soft lips, tasting her saliva.

My thumbs were trying to locate her nipples, but I was not able to. Getting desperate, I dug both my hands fingers into her blouse from the top and felt her naked breasts’ skin, which was very soft and warm as I imagined. My fingers encountered her bra strap.

I slid my fingers inside the tight bra straps, hoping to reach the final destination, her nipples. Which I was eager to feel. Finally, my fingers touched her nipples, and I held both nipples and gave a light squeeze. I found them hard and knew she was very much aroused.

Taking advantage of the situation, I pushed both my hands inside her bra. I was hoping to cup her full, naked breasts. In that melee, I felt one or two of her blouse hooks giving up. Since the blouse was loose now, my hands freely went inside her bra.

Now my hands were cupping her full, naked breasts and pressing them as I wanted to. As both my hands were touching and feeling my Aunt’s naked breasts, she got wild, took my tongue in her mouth and started sucking it like a lollipop.

We were both breathing hard and sucking each other’s saliva like there was no tomorrow. I felt her hand releasing my cock, and both her hands embraced me across my back. Mamata Aunty got more aggressive in kissing my lips and sucking my tongue. She pushed her own tongue inside my mouth.

I got the hint. I sucked her tongue, and it was soft and sweet as I was beginning to like her saliva taste. As she had leaned on me, I was not able to squeeze her breasts properly like before. But my cock was on her naked tummy skin and was trying to dig a hole in her.

The poor thing didn’t know that the door to heaven was a few inches below. Will she give me her pussy to fuck? That was the next big question. Nevertheless, I was enjoying feasting her soft lips, tender tongue and her groping her massive breasts.

Five minutes later, we were both gasping for air as we were kissing nonstop. Mamata Aunty took her lips off mine and stood properly. For the first time, I saw her as a woman filled with lust rather than the motherly nature she had.

“Sorry, Chinnu. I got carried away like you. Hope you didn’t mind my aggression, baby,” Mamata Aunty said, looking in my eyes.

Chinnu, Rajesh and now baby. “It’s ok, Aunty. I enjoyed it more than you. Thanks for your cooperation.” I said, staring at her blouse. Since the top two hooks were torn, the blouse flaps were parted. Her breasts were trying to pop out from the blouse top as much as possible.

My cock danced up and down in joy, and she observed that. Taking her eyes off my cock, staring at me and seeing my eyes on her breasts, Mamata Aunty said,” Are you not yet satisfied with them. You just now held them in your hands, Chinnu?”

Instead of answering her, I stood staring at her twin treasures, licking my lips. Knowing that I wanted more, Mamata Aunty thrust her chest towards me, and she said, “I know you are not satisfied by touching them. Be my guest, help yourself and do whatever you want with them, but come quickly, Chinnu.”

I looked at her and knew she meant business. Hurriedly, lifting both my hands, I unhooked the remaining 3 hooks of her blouse and pushed the flaps aside to expose the white bra she was wearing. The damn bra hook was at the back. I looked at her for permission, and she nodded.

Taking my hands behind her back, I tried to locate the bra hook, which was easy to find. I struggled for a few seconds to unhook the bra and finally succeeded. The bra cups plunged forward along with her massive breasts as it got unhooked.

Holding the bra cups in both her hands, she was preventing her breasts from getting naked. Mamata Aunty mocked me with her tongue sticking out. I don’t know what happened to me, holding the bra at the centre, I tugged it down forcefully. The bra straps slid down from her shoulders.

At the same instant, she took her hands away from her breasts, exposing them. It looked magnificent naked. I didn’t stop at that. I pulled the bra further down her shoulders, and it landed at her midriff. Now, Mamata Aunty was standing before me, topless and without any shame or guilt, exposing her melons to me.

“Is this what you wanted to see, right. It’s right in front of you. Go on, do whatever you want to do with them. But only for 5 minutes, and you should cum before that. Your clock has started ticking, Chinnu,” Mamata Aunty said in an urgent tone.

I knew that I could play with her breasts for only 5 minutes. I had to cum before that. Without wasting time, I grabbed her right breast at the base, holding it, I pulled her towards me. I mouthed the right nipple and started to suck it like a baby. My right hand went to her free left breast.

I started pressing it, and my thumb was tweaking the turgid nipple. I felt Aunt’s hand on my head, caressing and urging me to suck her breast like a mother does when she is breastfeeding her baby. I felt her free hand going down and taking possession of my cock, and she started masturbating me like before.

I knew I was not going to last longer if she jerked me like this. I now had her breasts to suck and to press. Morning, my Dad died and had possibly gone to heaven, and his sister was showing me heaven with her gorgeous body. Surely, I was in heaven at that instant.

I was not only sucking her nipple but also munching on the thick yet soft flesh. She was not minding that, as my teeth dug into the soft breast flesh, trying to milk her, which was not there. I got carried away and bit her soft breasts many times. She was busy jerking me and trying to make me cum as soon as possible.

But I was trying to withhold my impending orgasm. I wanted to enjoy my busty Aunty as long as possible. My cock was leaking pre-cum profusely, and her palm was lubricated, making it easy for her to jerk me. The time had stopped for me. I never wanted this to end.

I was getting so much pleasure from my Aunt. I didn’t bother to see if she was enjoying as much as I was. Human beings tend to think only about themselves and don’t bother to see if the partner is enjoying the same. I knew I was close to cum and wanted to warn her.

Taking the nipple of my mouth, I looked up at her and said,” I am close, Aunty.” Mamata Aunty at first didn’t realise what I was saying. She asked, “What happened. Did you get bored with my breasts? Ok, feel me down and don’t hesitate to touch me as you like.”

Mamata Aunty took my right hand, down to where she had tied her saree and petticoat. My goodness, she was offering her sacred womanhood voluntarily without asking. I knew she was asking for the return favour. How can I refuse such an offer to touch and feel her pussy?

I knew I had to control my orgasm for a few more minutes. The clever lady had untied the saree from its knot, and it had fallen at her feet like a heap. My fingers touched the petticoat cord and dipped it inside, trying to reach her mound as much as possible.

To my surprise, she was not wearing panties. It made my task easier to reach her pussy mound. While my right hand was trying to reach her pussy, Mamata Aunty pulled my mouth back to her breast. But this time, it was to her left breast, which was still not yet being taken care of.

Greedily, I took the nipple in my mouth and started munching on it. Down, my right hand felt her pubic hairs and moved further down. My fingers came in contact with her pussy slit. Not wasting any time, my middle finger moved up and down her slit, trying to find her opening.

Once I found it, I pushed my middle finger inside her, and her pussy opened up to my invading finger. It was trying to grip my finger tightly like a vice. She was very wet and was dripping lots of her juices. Her juice gave me enough lubrication to finger fuck her pussy.

Mamata Aunty and I got busy masturbating each other in the cold, night. She was groaning and moaning loudly as my finger plunged in and out of her moist pussy while she jerked me hard. Only the ‘puch’ ‘puch’ sounds which our hands were making during the mutual masturbations were heard.

I was busy sucking, no biting her soft, tender breast flesh while I finger fucked her and she jerked me off. Now I knew I couldn’t control myself anymore.

Taking my mouth off her nipple, I looked at her. Mamata Aunty stared back at me and asked,” Now what happened, Chinnu?”

“I am close, Aunty,” I said, showing my cock, which was in her hand.

“Oh my God. Finally, you are ready to shoot. Ok, cum in my hand. I will wash it later,” Mamata Aunty said with a sense of victory.

Moving my finger inside her pussy, I said,” Shall I cum inside you, Aunty?”

Mamata Aunt’s eyes widened when I asked her permission to fuck and to cum inside her. She flinched when my finger hit the bottom of her pussy.

Regaining herself, she said, “No, Chinnu, this is not the time nor the place to have sex. I helped you to have an orgasm, and I don’t say that I didn’t enjoy it. I can’t lie because your finger inside me vouches for that, as I am uncontrollable today. After a long time, I have lost my senses and am leaking like a slut. I never felt satisfied like this, even with your Uncle.”

I was heartbroken hearing her and knew all was over between us. I finger fucked her furiously and fucked her hand using all my force. “Take it, take it,” I shouted and started shooting my cum in her hand.

Mamata Aunty was startled at first by my aggressive behaviour. But quickly regained herself and pushed my cock between her thighs. My cock tip was touching my fingers, which were busy fingering her. I pulled my finger out of her, hoping to get my cock tip on her pussy lips.

But the petticoat was a hindrance. The first spurts of cum fell on her petticoat, directly on her mound, wetting the white petticoat. The next few jets of cum fell on the petticoat. I saw her staring at my cock, which was spewing cum like a cannon. The petticoat near her mound was totally soiled with my cum.

The cum flow subsided, and my cock went limp in her hand. Mamata Aunty squeezed my cock till the last few drops of cum spilt out. She pulled the foreskin back and wiped the mushroom head cleanly using her petticoat. Her hand left my cock, and she said,” Are you satisfied, Chinnu?”

Pulling my shorts and briefs up, which were at my feet, covering my cock, I said,” Ah, yes, Aunty. But I didn’t get to do the ultimate.”

Mamata Aunty pulled the bra up and placed her breasts inside the bra cup. She said, “There will always be a next time if you behave properly, and you shouldn’t boast of this incident with anyone. Not even a soul, nor in your dreams.” Saying she turned her back to me, indicating that I hook up her bra.

Hooking her bra, I caressed her naked back, took my hands to the front and cupped her breasts again. Pushing my hands away, Mamata Aunty turned towards me and said, “I can see your THING jumping in joy when you touched my breasts. Are you not yet satisfied with them? You did everything with them that your Uncle never did when he was alive. Now, be a good boy and come down. I had asked Priya to serve dinner to the guests. I don’t know what she will be thinking.”

“What. Priya has come,” I said in excitement, thinking of my elder cousin sister’s sexy body. If her mother could give me so much pleasure, I wondered what she would offer me.

“Don’t even think of Priya in your dreams, Rajesh. I will strangle you if you try to get cosy with her,” Mamata Aunty hissed angrily at me. I knew I would spoil my chances with Aunty if I tried to woo Priya, who had an awesome figure.

“No, Aunty. I casually asked. I consider Priya as my sister. Why should I think of her in a bad way?” I tried to say.

“You call me Aunty and the result is in front of you, “Mamata Aunty said, showing the cum stained petticoat.

I smiled like an innocent boy, and she hissed and said, “Wipe off the grin from your face and come down 5 minutes later.” Saying, Mamata Aunty hooked her blouse, took the saree from the floor, and wrapped it across her tummy urgently.

Looking presentable, Mamata Aunty turned to leave. I don’t know what happened to me. I hugged her and said, “Thanks for the lovely gift, Aunty.” She was about to speak, but I closed her lips with mine, tasting her soft lips again and savouring her saliva.

Keeping her hands on my chest, pushing me away, Mamata Aunty said, “My goodness, you are uncontrollable. I could feel your THING hard again, and it’s poking my stomach. Finish that beer and come down quickly, Chinnu.” Saying she left.

The story continues in the next part.

The story continues in the next part. Readers can email me at [email protected] with their views and suggestions. Interested female readers are welcome to have a dirty chat with me.