The Traditional Aunty and the Shy Nephew

Anjali was a traditional Indian housewife. She was a very beautiful 42-year-old woman. Even though she wears a saree, it was difficult for her to hide her 34 – 26- 36 body curves. Whenever she goes, she always sees her curves on her body. Nevertheless, she remains honest towards her husband Ranjeet.

Ranjeet was a successful businessman who really loved his family. He has always provided all the needs and wants of either his wife or her 2 daughters, Pritee and Meera. Ranjeet was a very emotional person who cared a lot for his family. Anjali never had any complaint about Ranjeet.

Their life changed the day Ranjeet’s brother asked him to look after his son, Vicky, for a month. Ranjeet’s brother noticed that Vicky, his son of 19 years old was very shy and had no friends. He was afraid that he would become an introvert.

So he requested Ranjeet to take care of him so that he could bring a change in him. Ranjeet valued his younger brother a lot, and he took this responsibility very seriously. Vicky, a shy and slim boy, arrived at their place. Ranjeet’s family members immediately welcomed him.

Ranjeet entrusted the important responsibility of changing the boy into his wife, Anjali, who was filled with motherly love. Ranjeet believes that she was the best person who could complete this task. That night, Ranjeet spoke to Anjali about the boy’s issue.

Ranjeet: Anjali, my brother is worried about Vicky. He says he does not have friends, nor does he talk to girls. He is afraid that he may become gay. He wants me to befriend him and convince him to go out and have friends. As you know, my schedule is very busy.

Ranjeet: I want you to handle this responsibility. I know that you are the best who can change this boy. Do whatever it takes to bring this change into him.

Anjali: Maybe your brother is overthinking. Maybe he is only shy and introverted. But don’t worry, Babu, will take this matter very seriously. I promise that I will change him.

Ranjeet was happy following the promise given by Anjali.

The very next day, Anjali was folding clothes in the common hallway and thinking about ways to help Vicky. Just then, Vicky was passing by. Anjali thought it was a good moment to talk to him to break his shy nature.

Anjali: Vicky beta, where are you going?

Vicky was taken aback for a moment, but replied.

Vicky: In the room, Tai.

Anjali: Stay here and give your Tai company.

Suddenly, a stack of washed clothes fell to the floor, and immediately, both bent down to pick up the clothes. While picking up the clothes, Anjali’s pallu dropped from its place and left her blouse and cleavage open. This was the first time Vicky saw a woman in such a state.

His gaze was locked on the deep cleavage of his Tai while at the same time collecting the clothes. As his eyes were locked there, his fingers brushed against her ankle just above her payal. The ankle is one of the many sensitive body parts of Anjali.

She felt a jolt, a very small but undeniable sensation that passed through her. It was at this moment that she looked at Vicky to notice his gaze locked onto her deep cleavage. She immediately straightened up her heart rhythm, accelerating. Vicky had a panicked and apologetic expression.

Vicky: I’m sorry, Tai. I touched you by mistake.

At this moment, Anjali felt a bit ashamed. His fingers brushed against her angle, but mostly because his gaze was previously locked onto her cleavage. It was for a very shameful situation. She was a very traditional type of wife.

But the jolt that went through her body when he touched her was a new feeling that confused her. At the same time, she remembers her promise towards her husband and thought that she was on the right track.

Anjali: It’s ok, Beta. No harm done. You did it by mistake. Your eyes were on something else.

Saying this, she smiles to reassure him that it was ok. Listening to this made Vicky feel shy. He also smiled with shyness and kept his head low. Suddenly, he felt his cock growing in size inside his cotton shorts. In no time, a big pole was visible over his cotton shorts.

He tried to hide it with his hands and ran away into his room to hide it. This left Anjali in shock and other feelings mixed, which she did not understand. She understood that maybe he got an erection, which is why he ran away.

But she realised that she was the reason for the erection. That made her feel weird, as he was just a boy. It was also something against her morality, but she also felt something different. But still, she convinced herself that she was on the right track to help Vicky.

That night, Ranjeet enquired if there was any progress with Vicky to Anjali. Anjali related almost everything to him. But she does not know why she excluded the sensual part that took place between them.

Ranjeet: You are on the right track, Anjali. Normally, he is very shy, but if he has kept you company and exchanged conversation with you, then it’s a good progress sign. I knew you were the right person for this.

Anjali: Thank you, Babu. I hope I can hold the promise I made to you.

Ranjeet: I am confident you will do it, Anjali. I have given my word to my brother that I will change him. And the reason I gave you the responsibility is because I know you are the only person who won’t let my honour be tainted.

Ranjeet kissed Anjali on her forehead and went to sleep. The words of Ranjeet kept playing in the mind of Anjali until she fell asleep.

After two days, things went out fine with casual talking between Anjali and Vicky. Anjali could observe that Vicky was very interested in talking to her, but only if she started the conversation. But she believes everything was going on the right track.

She could also observe that Vicky would try to catch a glimpse of her body shape whenever opportunities were presented to her. A second major event was presented on the third night. Everybody was in their rooms and ready to go to sleep.

Ranjeet asked for a glass of water, so Anjali went to the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water. When she entered the room, her heart stopped for a second at the sight that was before her. Vicky was standing sideways with respect to her position and was facing the sink. He was drinking water from a glass.

Some of the water droplets escaped his mouth and rolled over his body. He was topless. Even though he was thin like a stick, her topless state created a sensual scene for Anjali. She traced the droplet of water rolling down from his body with her gaze until her eyes fell on his bottom parts.

It was the first time she saw him in only boxer shorts. He was slim, but the size of his manhood was completely out of proportion to his body. There was a big bulge over his boxer. It is the first time she has seen a big bulge like that. She was shocked and kept gazing at this view.

Suddenly, Vicky noticed her gazing at him and got startled.

Anjali: I am so sorry, beta, I did not know you were here in this state. I came for a glass of water for Ranjeet uncle.

Vicky: No, Tai, it is ok. No harm done. You did not know. But where was your gaze focused?

Vicky said this with a smile. Anjali felt like a jolt travelling through her body to her pussy. She felt her pussy becoming wet immediately. She smiled like a newlywed woman.

Anjali: Beta, could you please give me a glass of water?

Vicky quickly filled a glass with water and handed it to Anjali. While giving her the glass, his fingers brush against her, which increases the sensual feelings inside Anjali. She turned and quickly returned to her bedroom and handed the water to her husband.

That night, she could not sleep. Her mind was busy with the thoughts of Vicky. She felt her body burning with desire and passion. But at the same time, she was feeling disgust with her own thoughts. The image of his bare chest and that enormous bulge outlined in his boxer was indeed something very interesting.

Out of curiosity, her eyes drifted to compare what he saw for Vicky to that of Ranjeet’s. Ranjeet’s was the usual modest bulge that she is accustomed to. But Vicky’s was almost double the size she thought. How is this even possible?

She kept thinking, he is just a boy to be that big down there. She felt ashamed of herself for thinking like this, but something was changing inside her.

Hope you liked the first part of the story. Read the 2nd part for the climax. I am an NRI who often travels to Chennai and South India. Any South Indian couple wishing to have a threesome or any married ladies wishing to have a safe, pleasurable moment. Private message me.