Summer of Indian Aunties - Part 02

I returned in the evening.

For the whole of Monday afternoon that I had been out, a sense of panic had gripped me. It had been with me ever since I had left the lodge. I still could not believe I had taken the initiative and made an advance on my aunt. My conservative, orthodox aunt. For so long we had been playing footsies and tip toeing around each other, but suddenly I had grabbed the bull by the horns. Or in this case, grabbed the lady of the house by her buns.

The whole day as I had done my work and chores my mind had gone back to that moment. That grab. That kiss. And somehow - I was fearing the worst. It seemed all fine at the moment, but now? What have it done? What would Shaheen think once I had left?

It was dark when I returned. I rang the doorbell but no one answered. Finding it somewhat strange, I opened the door with the key that Shaheen had given me. Upon entering the house, I found it eerily quiet.

For a second I was worried. Where was my aunt? Had she left? Did ... my behaviour with her in the morning ... cause her to flee? Oh my goodness, if that was the case, what would I say to my family!

I had literally molested my aunt, groped and fondled her, and then fingered her anus, kissed her forcefully, and she fled her own house when I was away, fearing even more sexual assault from me!

Calm down, tiger, I told myself. You know Shaheen was also playing with you. Just ... calm down.

I took a few deep breaths and managed to calm myself. C'mon! This was just my own hyperactive imagination running away on steroids. Maybe Shaheen was just napping and hadn't heard the doorbell.

After shutting and locking the front door, I ventured upstairs. I first checked in on Shaheen's bedroom - the one that I shared with her at night. Knocking, and hearing no answer, I opened the door.

She wasn't in there, but then I heard the shower running in the bathroom. Tiptoeing to the bathroom door, I heard her in there. She was actually singing to herself as she showered!

Phew!

So that's why no one answered the door, because she simply hadn't heard it over the sound of the water and her own voice! A sense of relief came over me as I slowly banished my extreme imagination of my aunt running away to the police. She was singing - so she must be in a happy place! Shaheen was simply taking an evening shower. Probably getting ready for a night of fun with me. Oh my! My imagination then started to run in the other direction and I soon found myself standing in Shaheen's room with a hard on.

Calm down again, tiger, I told myself. You made a bold move, now wait and see the response.

I went to my own room, and decided to take a small shower as well. Fifteen minutes later, refreshed, I decided to go downstairs for a cup of tea before dinner. Feeling naughty, I had dressed in my underwear again, and a T-shirt. My aunt would hardly say anything, I realized. My conservative mamani was becoming accustomed to seeing me in my small underwear. After this morning's episode where I had literally finger fucked her ass, I had high hopes for tonight.

We were supposed to go out for a burger later. I wondered if that's still on, given this morning's incidents where I had molested her, but we'll see. I was just ready to take her there and right then, if she was willing. Oh man was I ready to fuck her pussy. In fact, I was so horny - I would fuck any pussy. Even the maid's.

That's when the accident happened.

Shaheen had gone down after her shower and had been boiling water in a pot on the stove to make tea, when someone had called her on the phone. So responsibly she switched off the stove and went to take the call. She didn't even realize at first that I was home. The water inside the pot, though, was still boiling hot.

You can see where this was going.

When I had walked in to the kitchen, I saw my aunt on the phone, and a pot on the stove which was switched off. I wanted to make tea, and I thought the pot was empty, so I went to grab the pot and fill it with water.

AAAAH!

Immediately I let go of the pot. It was hot! I had scalded my hands. The pot landed back on the stove, and immediately tipped over, splashing hot water everywhere. Some of it fell on my legs and thighs. My small underwear meant my whole legs, almost right up to my balls, were exposed, and boiling hot water splashed everywhere.

OW! OW! OW! OW!

I was immediately screaming and grimacing in pain. My aunt immediately hung up and came running to me.

"Nazu! Nazu! What happened? OH MY GOD!"

In a trice Shaheen, a trained nurse, knew what had happened. It was clear that I had scalded my hands, with most of my palm in pain, and portions of my leg, including the upper thigh. My aunt immediately saw what had happened and tried to calm me down.

"Nazu! Calm down! Listen to me! Nazu!"

I, however, was ashamed to say, was anything but calm. The pain, especially near my groin, was immense. I was howling and jumping around.

"Oh my God! It stings! Barey mamani! It stings! I am burning! Oh my God! Mamani!"

"Nazu! Calm down! It'll be OK. Listen to me, Nazu!"

I wasn't calming down at all - in fact, I was having a panic attack. My aunt decided to calm me the only way she knew how.

SLAP!

Shaheen raised her powerful right hand high and moved it fast. Before I could realize what was happening, her palm landed flat against my left cheek. Immediately my face started to sting as I reddened, partly in embarrassment, partly with pain. She then raised her hand again and swung it the other way.

SLAP!

She had slapped me again, this time on my right cheek. I stopped howling and looked at her. I could sense my feeling of panic slowly start to dissipate.

"I am extremely sorry for slapping you, Nazu beta, but I had to calm you down. Now let's see what happened."

I was now calm. Being suddenly bitch slapped by your aunt can make you very calm. Shaheen was now examining my fingers.

"OK, you have scalded your fingers. Most of your palm, actually."

My aunt, in a calm, professional manner, took me to the sink. She opened the taps and let them go, occasionally testing the temperature with her fingers. When she felt it was cool, but not ice cold, she held my hands under the running water.

"Keep your hands here, under the water, Nazu." Shaheen instructed. "This will relieve the pain. I will get you a pain killer later if needed."

"Yes, mamani." I said, sniffling between my tears. If it was someone else I doubt I would have cried, but I felt myself free to let go before my mamani. She kept hugging me even as I sniffled and held my arms firmly under the running water.

After almost about five minutes, she shut off the tap.

"Let me see." She examined my hands and made some 'tsk tsk' sounds.

"OK. This doesn't look that bad. I have to use a cold compress, and wrap this with sterile gauze bandages." She said. "I have a first aid kit in my room; we have to go there."

"Yes, mamani."

Shaheen held me by my shoulders and turned me around to face her.

"Anywhere else you have pain, beta?"

I mumbled something, but then looked downwards. My eyes had an embarrassed look in them.

"Beta!" Shaheen's voice was firm. "Where else did the water touch you?"

"I ... I ..." I didn't want to say it. The water had reached pretty high up my thigh.

"I see some on your thigh." She said, and then looked into my eyes. "Nazu, beta, it's OK."

Her hands were on the waistband of my underwear.

"Mamani!" I immediately cried out in alarm. "What are you doing?"

"Nazu!" My aunt's voice was loving, but stern. "I see most of your right thigh is wet, and I also see wet spots on your underwear. I have to see if there's any scalding."

"Mamani..." I croaked. "Please ... it's embarrassing ... I ... I am sure I will be fine. It's only my hands. I can look myself later."

"Nonsense!" Shaheen said. Her hands clasped the waistband of my underwear. "I have to see the burn. If it's bigger than your palm, we have to take you to the hospital, immediately."

"Mamani, please." I cringed. This was not how I had imagined being naked in front of my aunt. "Let me just ..."

"Your hands are scalded." Shaheen reminded me. Her hand had slowly started to pull down my underwear. "Besides, I am your aunt, beta. I am also a nurse. You have to let me see. Now keep quiet or I'll slap you again."

And so saying, she knelt down and pulled down my underwear in one firm tug. My briefs fell to my ankles.

That's it. That was the moment.

I was now butt naked from the waist down in front of my mamani. My dick sprang up and nearly hit her in the face.

"Hmm, at least we know that's alright."

Trying to make light of an embarrassing situation, my mamani only made it worse. I felt mortified. At that moment, I wanted to be anywhere but here. Shaheen then cast a professional nurse's look at my genitals.

"Please step out of the underwear, beta." Shaheen instructed me. I dutifully obeyed her, almost in a trance. If I wasn't in pain, this would have been too good to be true. Except that it wasn't.

She quickly caught hold of my flaccid penis with her left hand and lifted it up from my balls. Shaheen examined my scrotum. As she held me, my penis started to grow in size, and was now on its way to its full length. I was blushing a bright beetroot red.

"Oh God, please," I mumbled but Shaheen heard me.

"It's okay, beta. Act a little mature, will you?" Shaheen scolded me. "It's a good sign that your ... lund ... your penis ... is functioning and responding. And it's common for any man to get excited with a female's touch on his organ, doesn't matter who the female is. And you are a young man so it's completely expected."

Her words made my cock twitch. I knew she could feel it. As she was examining my testicles, my cock kept twitching in her hands. So now one hand of hers held my turgid phallus up, while with her other hand she touched my balls and gently examined my groin area.

"There's some wetness on your scrotum." She said, her fingers expertly examining my testes. "But I don't see any burns. Spread your legs, beta. Let me take a look at your thighs."

Shaheen let go of my penis and balls. My dick remained up, aroused and pointed, as she felt up my thighs and legs.

"You have some small burns." She said, briefly examining my thigh. "I think we can treat it at home; it's not a large area. Let's go upstairs to the bathroom in our bedroom."

Our bedroom. Not her bedroom.

Almost in a trance, I accompanied her upstairs, my aunt leading my by the arm. I was fully conscious now that I was very much naked from my waist down, wearing just a T-shirt, with my dick fully erect. As we walked up the stairs, my aunt supported me by holding me around my waist. Occasionally her palm would stray down to my bare bottom, but she would then wrap it back firmly around my hip.

Once we were in our room, she led me straight to the bathroom.

"Beta," She told me, "Please take off your T-shirt."

I looked at my aunt flabbergasted.

"But ... mamani ... I will be ..." I was at a loss for words.

My aunt gave me an unkind grin.

"Nazu. I have already seen all there is to see, don't you think?" She laughingly pointed at my dick. "Besides, I have to wash you all over."

"Er ... ok, mamani. But, um, please don't tell anyone, will you? It's embarrassing."

"OK, beta." Shaheen chuckled. "I won't if you don't. And I won't even pinch your gaand."

It was almost a reverse situation. Rather than me harassing my aunt, she was the one who now had me at her mercy. I was now completely, utterly, amazingly naked in front of my buxom aunt. Once we were in the bathroom, she made me sit on the bathtub. Here I should say her bathroom had a standing shower, which is what I usually used, and then a bathtub if you wanted to take a leisurely dip. That's where I was seated now.

Shaheen took the hand held shower nozzle and switched it on. She adjusted the taps until the temperature was to her liking, and then started to run the water at my legs.

"OOOOOOH." I exclaimed. "This is cold, mamani."

"It's coldish." Shaheen corrected me. "But not ice cold. I am slowly going to work the water up your legs, and then on to your lund."

"Yes, mamani."

Soon Shaheen was aiming the nozzle at my knees. There was a small burn area there, and it did sting initially, but then I got used to it.

"Spread your legs a bit, beta."

I obeyed her, so my balls now hit the cold edge of the porcelain tub. Shaheen expertly aimed the water at my inner thighs and genitals, letting the water flow for some time.

Then she bent in and grabbed my balls in her hand.

"Ooh." I cried out, as she aimed the water at my penis.

Cold (well, coldish) water poured out of the showerhead onto my genitals. Shaheen had my scrotum in her hands and gently kneaded my balls as she made sure every area of my groin got wet.

"That should do it." She said, shutting off the tap. I could see she had become a little wet herself from the water splashes, particularly near her chest. Her nightie clung to her body. Through the wetness of her dress, the shape of her areoles became highly prominent. I tried to look away, but my penis, first at her touch, and then at her sight, had a mind of its own. It was like a flagpole raised.

Completely ignoring my hapless aroused state, Shaheen turned and got out of the tub.

"Come, let's dry you." She took a towel and asked me to stand up. I stood up.

Shaheen began to rub me with a towel. She started with my head and hands, taking care to be gentle near the scalded areas. Then she rubbed my tummy and then knelt down. She rubbed my ankle and legs, before looking at my scrotum. My dick was semi-hard now.

"I am going to take a little closer look, ok, beta?" She asked me. "I want to make sure you haven't splashed any hot water there, ok, and there are no burns there, OK?"

"Er ..." I croaked. "If you think it's needed, mamani. You did examine me downstairs."

"Yes, I know." Shaheen told me, almost absent mindedly. "But I am going to take another look."

"As you wish, mamani." I was helpless to say anything else.

As I stood there, my aunt gently touched the tip of my penis. The reaction was almost immediate - I began to harden again.

"Um ... I am sorry, mamani." I squawked. "I don't know why ..."

"Shhh." My mamani shushed me, and continued her work. "Shut up, beta."

Firmly holding my penis with one hand, she examined it pretty closely, bringing it close to her face and peering at it attentively. She then ran a finger up and down my manhood, checking for any irregularities. After that she took one testicle in one palm, and gently kneaded it, at the same time inspecting for any scalding, and then repeated it for the other testicle. By the time she was done, I was rock hard, and a little precum was forming at the tip of my manhood.

My aunt stood up, and gave me a little smile.

"No burns or scalds there, you will be glad to know." She said, washing her hands in the sink. She then came back and glanced at my helpless aroused state and shook her head.

"I had forgotten how virile a young man can be." She remarked.

"I am sorry, mamani." I apologized once again. "Please don't think that ..."

"Nazu!" Shaheen held up one hand, silencing me. "You are a young man - this is to be expected. Frankly, I would be more surprised, and let's say a little insulted, if you didn't get hard, you know! You get hard from just kissing me, and here I am, holding it! I expect you to get hard!"

"Er ... thank you for understanding, mamani."

My aunt then went back to the bedroom, and called out to me.

"Come here, Nazu. Let's get you dressed before you catch a cold, beta."

She helped me into one of my T-shirts. I then glanced around at my bottom.

"Oh no." Shaheen told me. "I am afraid you have to remain naked like that for a while."

I looked at my aunt, completely surprised.

"But ... mamani ... I can't ... I mean ..."

"You will stay in bed." So saying, Shaheen made me lie down on the bed. The cold sheet of the bed against my naked bum made me feel tingly.

"I am going to cover you with a light sheet so you don't catch a cold," Shaheen told me, placing a bed sheet over me, "But I don't want any tight fabric rubbing your thighs. I want your bottom and your legs - and your big lund - exposed to the air so it heals faster."

"Er ... ok, mamani. If you say so."

"I am going to now rub an ointment on your burns." Shaheen fetched a tube from her medicine kit. "And also I am going to wrap your hands in bandages."

"But, mamani," I asked, "I need my hands ... I mean ... I have to go to the bathroom and ..."

"You will call me." Shaheen told me, firmly. "No ifs and buts. If you have to pee, or go potty, I will have to help you."

"But mamani ..."

Shaheen gently placed her left hand on my right cheek, and looked at me straight in the eye.

"Do you want another slap, Nazu beta?" She asked, patting my cheek. "No? Good. Now lie down and remain still."

"Er ... yes, mamani."

Leaving me on the bed, Shaheen stood up. She walked over to a cupboard and started to search for something. After rummaging through her drawers for a good fifteen minutes, she returned with a first aid kit.

"Let me do your hands first." She said. She took out some sterile gauze wraps and mesh, along with some cotton and anti-septic. Fifteen minutes later, both my hands were wrapped in sterile gauze bandages. It looked like I was wearing soft and fluffy boxing glove-like mittens on both of my hands.

"Good." Shaheen said, examining her work. "Now you won't be touching or holding anything on your hands. Now I am going to rub an ointment on those burns."

"Yes, mamani."

Shaheen gently lifted the cotton sheet from my ankles. There was a spot there on my heel, and she diligently applied a salve on the skin there. As she took her time rubbing my feet, I thought back about how I had treated her this morning, and felt a sharp pang of regret.

I don't know what had come over me this morning. She was my aunt! There she had been, talking about her ass, true - she was touching herself and squeezing her bottom - but then I ... I am ashamed to think of how I had taken the opportunity - the excuse, rather - of giving her some exercising tips, and instead groped and fondled her as she stood there helplessly. Only when the maid was coming downstairs had she the presence of mind to use that as an excuse to stop my assault.

And even, EVEN, if you say well she DID give me permission to touch her buttocks, what happened later, in her room, was all my fault. She had just been standing there, when I had grabbed her bottom, kneaded and patted her rump, and then kissed her on the mouth while taking her leave. I am sure she had been in total shock, and had to smile because she couldn't believe I was doing this to her. Oh man! Why had I behaved liked this?

Shaheen meanwhile had finished with my ankles. She then lifted the bedsheet even further up, and started to apply the ointment to my inner thighs. Against my better judgement, my penis started to perk up. By the time she had reached my upper inner thighs, there was a noticeable tent in the bedsheet.

Shaheen glanced at the bulge and then looked at me. I was mortified.

"I ... I am very sorry, mamani." I managed to croak. "I am really sorry."

My aunt did not say a single word. She did not even acknowledge my abject apology, but continued to apply the ointment to the inside of my thighs. Her fingers gently brushed against the side of my balls. My manhood continued to rise.

Shaheen then lifted the bedsheet completely. I was now completely exposed to her. My legs were spread apart, with ointment glistening on my thighs and ankles. My large hard cock was now ridiculously obvious, towering over my groin area.

"There's this little spot of dry skin on the tip of your ... lund ... your penis." My aunt casually remarked. "I am hoping that's not a scald, but was it there before?"

For the first time after the incident, I was scared. Had I scalded my penis?

"I ... I am not sure, mamani." I replied. "I don't ... think ... it was there before."

"Hmm." Shaheen wrapped her hand around my shaft. I nearly came as she ran her forefinger down the throbbing big vein on my dickhead, but somehow managed to control myself. My aunt pin pointed the troubling area and took a closer look.

"I don't know." She said, her finger gently rubbing the tip of my penis. "Does that hurt?"

"Er ... no, mamani." I grimaced, barely able to suppress my desire to ejaculate as she continued to stroke the end of my member. I gave a sigh of relief as she finally let go.

"I will keep an eye on it." She told me. "If that becomes problematic then we will have to do something. On the other hand it could just be a temporary irritation, and not a scald."

"Yes, mamani."

"Does it hurt or pain you, beta?"

"Er ... no, mamani." I didn't tell her of something else though. My balls had a throbbing pain in them. It wasn't anything serious, and I felt it was just something temporary, so I didn't want her to worry or anything.

"I am not going to rub the ointment on your penis now." My aunt told me. "I will do it right before you go to bed for the night, after you pee."

"Yes, mamani."

I remained there, lying, helpless and naked, as Shaheen got up and placed the first aid box on top of the cupboard. She then went to the washroom and I could hear the tap running; she was washing her hands. After she came out, she then took the bedsheet and covered me up again. By this time, my boner had slowly gone down, much to my relief. As Shaheen pulled the bed sheet over my tummy, I didn't have to be embarrassed about a bulge any more.

"What do you want for dinner, beta?" Shaheen asked me, sitting down beside me. "We were supposed to go out for a burger, but now ..."

"I am honestly not very hungry, mamani." I told her. Shaheen had an idea.

"Let's order some pizza from Domino's." She said. "There's only one in Tinpur, and they can deliver."

She went to find her mobile phone and place the order. As she was gone, I began to take stock of my situation. Should I bring up what happened in the morning, and apologize to her? Or should I simply ignore that it happened, and hoped she would forget it?

No, I decided. I MUST bring it up. I MUST apologize. Shaheen was taking care of me. I didn't want her to take care of me just because she HAD to. I wanted her to take care of me because she LOVED me.

"Mamani." I told her, sitting up slightly, as she re-entered the room after placing the pizza order. "I have something to say to you."

Shaheen sat down on the bed and nodded at me.

"I ... I ..." I began hesitatingly. "I wanted to apologize for my behaviour this morning. I don't know what came over me. I ... I wanted you to know ... I am truly sorry ... and I ..."

My aunt didn't say anything, even as my voice tapered off. She just waited until I was done. I gathered my wits and continued.

"I realize that you were simply asking me for advice, and you trusted me. And I ... I abused your trust. I touched you ... touched you inappropriately. And then I did it again, later. I am so sorry, mamani. I don't know what came over me."

For a minute my aunt was silent, digesting what I said. I looked at her fearfully. Was she going to forgive me?

"Beta." Suddenly her face broke into a smile. She then leaned in, and slithered into position beside me on the bed, to my left. Raising her chin, she leaned in and placed a kiss on my left cheek.

SMOOCH!

"Beta!" Her voice was loving and tender. "It was so nice of you to apologize, and realize your mistake! Let us forget that incident, shall we? It was also my fault. I should have stopped you immediately. I let it go on, thinking it was just a harmless masti."

"No, mamani. It was my fault. I should not have done that."

"I know, beta." My aunt kissed me again, and then continued. "I know now that you DO find me attractive. And yes, it's nice for an old woman like me to be the object of desire for a virile young man like you, but remember that I am not Taiba, but I am your barey mamani, OK?"

I nodded, as my aunt leaned in and kissed me once more. Then she reached up and her hands found my ear. She suddenly pinched my ear lobe and gave my ear a firm twist.

"So," My aunt admonished me, maintaining a tight pull on my ear. "Pinching my gaand once in a while is OK. Giving my ass a squeeze once in a while is OK. You can hold me and kiss me as much as you want. Just ... don't grope me and fondle me like you did today, OK?"

I nodded.

"Yes, mamani."

Shaheen let go of my ear, which was now stinging. I was blushing a deep red, embarrassed by the sudden kaan dola. My aunt had casually twisted my ear as if I was a young kid. Even though we flirted on an equal footing, there was now no doubt who was in charge here.

My bulge had now returned somewhat as I thought back to how I had mauled her, and Shaheen noticed. This time she laughed.

"Beta," She grinned. "Your hands are literally useless for the next two to three days, so you will have to think of something other than dirty thoughts about me. You will not be able to take care of ... that ... for sometime!"

I blushed again.

"Er ... yes, mamani."

I then decided to take another punt.

"Maybe ... you can help with that as well, barey mamani."

I expected another slap, but what I got from my aunt was 'hmmm'. Internally, I was elated. A "hmmm" was very encouraging. Also encouraging were her words.

Pinching my gaand once in a while is OK. Giving my ass a squeeze once in a while is OK. You can hold me and kiss me as much as you want.

When the pizza arrived, Shaheen went downstairs to get the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts. She then brought it up, along with some plates, and we had dinner on the bed. Shaheen fed me three slices with her own hands. We talked about school, movies, cricket and politics. I almost forgot that I was lying on the bed, naked, covered in only a thin bed sheet, and my aunt had just given me a bath, examined my genitals closely and then had a discussion with me about my lust for her.

After Shaheen had put away the plates and glasses, she then came to me.

"Let's take you to the bathroom." She said. "I know it's not good to immediately go to bed after dinner, but today could be an exception."

"Er ... yes, mamani."

"I can help you use the loo, brush your teeth, and then we can go to bed."

"Yes, mamani."

I stood up, and of course the bedsheet slipped away, revealing my nakedness once again. My aunt slipped her arm around my waist.

"Come."

She led me to the bathroom, and then to the commode. I thought she would leave, and give me some privacy in an already embarrassing situation, but she remained standing there, glancing stoically at me.

"Do you want to sit and pee, beta, or stand and pee?" She asked me.

"Er ... I usually stand and pee, mamani. But, um ... my hands ..."

"Oh, it's OK, beta. I will help you."

She led me right to the edge of the commode. My aunt then stood beside me, and wrapped the fingers of one hand around my manhood. Holding my now erect and stiff cock in her hand, she asked me to go right ahead.

"Chalo, beta. Shuru karo!" Shaheen said, encouraging me to start urinating. I was conscious that her other hand was now resting on my bare buttocks.

I could not do it initially and after much effort, a small stream jetted out and fell into the commode. My penis lost some of its erection, and then my urine picked up. It had been some time since I had used the loo, so there was a lot of urine. My pee hit the commode in a rush of golden stream. A tiny, small smile leapt to the corners of my aunt's lips as she watched me relieve myself, unabashed, helpless in front of her, my dick in her hands. The pale yellow stream had now gathered strength and I was peeing forcefully. Shaheen was watching all this with great interest and very lightly varying the pressure on my penis, and also the aim, causing the stream to reduce and spurt. Some of the drops fell on her fingers but she did not seem to mind. As my pee lessened, I started to be aware that a lady was now holding me by my manhood, causing my penis was slowly become menacingly erect. For the first time since I had grown up, someone had seen me pee.

When I was done, I remained standing there as Shaheen first washed her hands. Then she used the lota to pour some water on my penis. My aunt then used a tissue to thoroughly clean and dry my penis. As she rubbed and fingered my manhood, once again it started to rise up in anticipation. As she flushed the commode, I was haplessly standing there with a hard on.

Shaheen was wearing a pink nightie, made of a very thin, almost translucent, material. It had short sleeves, and as she washed her hands in the sink with her back to me, I could see that her nightie clung closely to her buttocks. As she moved, her butt cheeks quivered, and I could clearly see their outline through the material of her nightie. My dick rose even higher.

My aunt then turned to me.

"It's time for me to pee." She told me as-a-matter-of-factly. "Beta, can you please wait outside?"

"Yes, mamani."

"And try not to think of me peeing, or you will get even harder than you are now."

"Er ... yes, mamani."

Why was I disappointed? Had I really expected her to pee in front of me? Remember, I told myself, she is taking care of me. My nudity is just a situational accident. This is not a sexual game. Yet, I couldn't wipe the image of her smile as she had watched me relieve myself moments earlier, her hand wrapped around my rod. Or that "hmmm".

I stood outside the now shut bathroom door and tried to listen intently for the sounds inside. First there was a rustling type of sound - probably of Shaheen's nightie brushing against her soft body as she raised the cloth over her head and shoulders. Then there was a silence, during which I imagined her lowering her panties. A sharp, creaking sound alerted me that the commode seat was creaking to accommodate the large buttocks. There was another silence, and then I heard the rill of the liquid splashing into the bowl. I tried to imagine that stream emerging from those big cunt lips of hers, arcing into the air before meeting the water of the commode. And then suddenly I heard her flush.

I quickly walked and sat down on the bed. My hands, tied up in the gauze bandages, were useless, so I simply waited for my aunt to come out of the washroom and help tuck me in. My cock was still hard. I tried to bend down and look at my penis, to see the slight irritated rash like skin she had said she had seen on the tip of my penis. There was a small area, about the size of a small nail head, that seemed darker, and courser than the rest. I hoped it wasn't anything serious. Slowly, as I waited, my manhood decided to quieten down.

I was hoping she would untie those bandages in the morning. I had already talked about this to her at dinner. I wanted to use the washroom in the morning, and do more than just pee, and I didn't want my aunt involved in that. So I had asked her if she could replace my bandages with new ones after I had used the washroom in the morning. She said she would think about it. But for the night, however, I would have to make do with the situation.

My aunt came out of the washroom. She helped me tuck in, propping up my pillow, helped me lie down on my side of the bed, and then positioned the blanket over me, covering up my naked bottom half. Her hands briefly brushed my manhood.

"Oh, good." She giggled. "Your soldier is down for the night."

"Oh, mamani." I told her. "Don't say that, or it may rise again!"

Shaheen laughed again, and then got into bed beside me. She then gave me a hug and then pressed herself against me. I placed one bandaged hand on her hips.

"Too bad you can't hug me back." She giggled again, and then placed her lips on my cheek.

SMOOCH!

"That's your 'good night kiss', beta."

SMOOCH!

"That's your 'get well soon kiss', beta."

Shaheen pressed herself even tighter against me, continuing to kiss me on either cheek.

SMOOCH!

"That's your 'thank you for apologizing for groping and fondling your aunt's peechwade kiss', beta."

SMOOCH!

"That's your 'I am sorry I left the hot water on the stove kiss', beta."

SMOOCH!

"That's your 'I love you from your favourite aunt kiss', beta."

SMOOCH!

"That's your 'I love you even more from your favourite aunt kiss', beta."

All those kisses were having their effect. Slowly my manhood started to rise again and assert itself.

"Thank you, mamani." I managed to croak. Shaheen slipped her hand under my blanket and placed it on my bare tummy.

"You are a healthy young man, Naz." She told me, caressing my stomach. "You have lost so much weight - good for you!"

"Er ... thank you, mamani."

Slowly her hands moves even further south, and came to rest against my now turgid cock.

"Wow." Shaheen uttered, her hands resting on top of my penis. "Beta. You are hard again."

I didn't say anything as Shaheen gave my cock a gentle squeeze. And then, to my surprise, she didn't move her hands away, but let it remain there.

"Beta, you are big. Your wife will be one lucky lady."

"Er ... thank you, mamani."

Shaheen continued to absentmindedly stroke my manhood.

"You must have gotten this from your father's side, Nazu. The men on your mother's side ... well, let's just say they are a bit on the smaller side. Like most Indians."

"Oh." I remarked. She would know about her own husband but how could she comment about the three brothers? Seeing my puzzled face, Shaheen laughed.

"We three talk, you know." She said. "Taiba, Nadia and I. Compare sizes, strength, stamina, style and all."

"Oh." It made sense now. "I see."

I then decided to be bold and asked, "So, who's the luckiest of my mamanis?"

Shaheen raised an eyebrow, puzzled at the question. It was clear she didn't understand what I was asking, so I clarified.

"I mean, which of you has the pleasure of having the husband with the largest ... er ... dick?"

Shaheen threw back her head and laughed. Her hands lingered on my penis.

"Luckiest of your mamanis." She grinned. "Well, right now I have the largest lund of the khandan (family) in my hand, won't you say?"

I gasped. I wasn't used to this conservative aunt of mine making lewd jokes. Shaheen bit her lip, even as she absent mindedly stroked my manhood.

"Well." She seemed to think for a minute, before answering me. "Your chotey mamu, shall we say, is chotey in other ways. There was a reason his first wife left him, you know."

"Oh." I blurted out. "And he's married to Nadia, the youngest of the mamanis too!"

"Oh, Nadia." Shaheen grinned. "Shall we say your uncle makes it up to her in other ways!"

What was Nadia's secret, I wondered. How did chotey mamu make it up to her?

Leaving me with that mysterious thought, Shaheen once again grabbed my penis and gave it a tug.

"So." She seemed very fascinated with my now rock hard member. "Your penis is pretty large for an Indian man. As a nurse, let me tell you I have seen quite a few! Our Indian men aren't really known for size, you know!"

"Thank you, mamani. It feels nice when you say that."

"And I bet it feels even nicer to have my hands around your lund eh, you naughty boy?"

My aunt laughed and shook my penis again.

"Yes, mamani, definitely. It feels nice. But ... er ... if you continue to do it ... mamani ... I might ... you know."

Shaheen grinned and didn't say anything. She then looked at me and gave me another stroke.

"Beta." She then asked. "How often do you ... er ... do it?"

"Do what, mamani?" I asked innocently.

"Oh, don't be coy with me!" Shaheen laughed. Her hands gave my cock a gentle tweak. "I know what you were doing with my panty in the morning."

"Oh, mamani! I can explain ..." I began, but Shaheen shushed me.

"I don't need to know your silly excuses, beta." She told me, her hands still gently caressing my manhood. "You are a young man. Now tell me, how often do you masturbate? Be honest."

"Er ... mamani ... usually once, but sometimes twice, or even thrice a day."

"Wow. Three times. A day!" Shaheen almost absent mindedly kept stroking me. Me penis was now really hard. "Your uncle can barely afford to get it up once a week for me."

"Oh." I didn't know what to say. "Is that how often you have sex, barey mamani?"

At the back of my mind I was hardly believing the talk I was having with my aunt. I was discussing her sex life with her!

"Oh ... that would be lovely, wouldn't it?" Shaheen laughed. She then moved her hands away from my penis, much to my disappointment, but continued with the conversation. "Now that I am older, beta, I want more, but he seems to want less now, can you believe it?"

"Oh, mamani, that is so strange! Why would any one want less sex, that also from a beautiful woman like yourself?" I told her, and then decided to double down. "If I were mamu, I would have sex with you every day!"

"Oh, you are just lying." Shaheen giggled, playfully slapping me lightly. "I am an old woman with big buttocks. My gaand is so big!"

"Mamani! You are a gorgeous woman. A REAL woman." I then decided to take a punt again. "You can see the affect your gaand has on me, right now, even if I just think about it!"

My aunt chuckled, and then snuck her hand back in under the blanket, and wrapped her fingers around my now very hard dick.

"You are such a naughty boy, Nazu!" She told me. "Trying to think of excuses just to have me touch your lund!"

I said nothing, as she kept her hand wrapped around my staff.

"How long can you last, beta?" She suddenly asked me.

"Mamani?" I wasn't sure I heard her right.

Shaheen gave my stiff rod a small caress and then repeated her question.

"When you masturbate, beta, how long can you usually last?"

"Er ... at least 30 minutes, mamani. Sometimes even more."

"30 minutes?" My aunt was incredulous. Then she smiled and said, "You don't need to brag to me, beta. I am a nurse."

"No. No." I was indignant. "I can last a long time, mamani."

My aunt laughed. Her finger tapped the tip of my penis teasingly.

"You mean to say," She asked. "If I started to really rub your lund, you can hold off for 30 minutes without cumming?"

"Er ... yes, of course, mamani."

"Want to make a bet?" My aunt's eyes glistened. "I bet you can't last longer than five minutes ... ten at the most!"

"You are on!" I told her. "And what do I get if I win?"

"Well, I will be jacking you off, so I would think that's reward enough, either way!"

"If I win," I was firm. "I get to have my way with you, mamani, for ten minutes. And if you win, you can order me to do anything for you."

My aunt looked at me. She then withdrew her hands from my penis.

"When you say 'have my way with you' what exactly do you have in mind, Nazu?"

I wondered if I had bitten off more than what I could chew. Oh well! There was no going back now.

"I love you, barey mamani. I won't do anything to you that you will object to. But I will have some masti with you. Within your limits, of course."

"Hmmm." Shaheen pursed her lips thoughtfully.

Then she nodded.

"You are on, beta." She said. "Fifteen minutes. You will cum within fifteen minutes."

"Deal." I replied. "I will easily hold out for at least fifteen."

Shaheen sat up and fetched her cell phone. She then fiddled with it, and then showed me the screen. There was a timer app there, counting down 15 minutes.

"Your fifteen minutes start now." She said, pulling off the bedsheet and exposing my hardness again. "I am going to have some fun."

"Mamani?" I asked, not believing what she had just said. This was really on! Shaheen didn't reply, but got up to go to her dressing table. She returned with what appeared to be a small vial of oil.

"You don't think this was going to be easy, was it?" She murmured, smiling to herself. "You will be cumming in two minutes flat."

She poured a little bit of the oil on the palm of her hand. Shaheen then caught hold of my penis with her finger tips and lifted it. She poured the oil in her other palm on my balls and gently, very gently rubbed it with her finger. I hardly dared to breathe, scarcely believing what was going on.

"Wow, mamani, that feels nice." I said with a smile, as she continued to knead my testicles with oil.

"Well, beta, your hands are now useless, so in a way I am helping take care of you. Now cum fast for me, will you!"

"You wish!" I retorted. "Remember if I win, I get to have my way with you!"

Shaheen didn't say anything. She gently massaged my balls. I closed my eyes tight and enjoyed the feeling. With her other hand she stroked my cock with all her four fingers wrapped.

"Aaaah! Wow, mamani, this is amazing. Thank you!" I let out a soft moan.

My cock was at its full length and I really was fighting myself from cumming, because I knew she just wanted me to cum and get it done with, and I wanted her to do it as long as possible. I did not know what the timer was, or how long it had been, or even if I could win the bet, but I wanted to try. If I did, I would have my aunt for a whole ten minutes to myself, to do as I please!

Shaheen continued to rub and stroke my penis. Her oily fingers went to my balls as she gently massaged one of them in her fingers, and then the other. Then she wrapped her palm around my shaft and started to stroke me up and down.

It took all of my will power not to cum. I tried to think of playing cricket. I tried to think of my maths exams. I even tried to think of my angry grandmother!

Suddenly her phone sounded a beep. That was the five minute warning! If I could last another five minutes I would win the bet. Already ten minutes were up!

Shaheen realized that as well. Then she did something I never thought I would see her do.

She spat on her palm and rubbed it on my cock.

My cock was hard as iron. Her bare hands on my cock made me almost to explode but I did not for some reason. I did not think much about it as I was enjoying her womanly touch. This was the first time in months that I was being whacked by someone else other than myself.

My aunt stroked the entire length of my 8 inch monster. Soon the saliva dried up and the moment she noticed that, she did some I only dreamed off. She bent her head and with her lips inches from my cock she spat her saliva on it. She sat straight again and continued stroking my cock, this time only harder than before. I guess she really wanted me to cum.

"Your penis is really big, darling." Shaheen told me, squeezing my gonads and continuing to stroke my phallus. "Your wife is going to be one lucky lady."

"Thank you, mamani." My mind was in a whirl. She had JUST scolded me, somewhat, for attacking her ass in the morning. Now here she was, trying hard to stroke me to an orgasm.

"I think I want to try something else with you, but you have to promise me it will stay between us," Shaheen told me, looking straight in the eye.

"I promise," I replied. At that moment I would have agreed to anything.

"Alright, let me finish this and win the bet," Shaheen said and cupped my balls with her left hand.

After fondling with them for a while, she did the unthinkable. She bent her head down and kissed the tip of my cock with her luscious lips and then opened her mouth and engulfed my cock. I froze, the pleasure I felt was immense. Her mouth felt soft and warm. Slowly she moved up and then down again. She did this and then suddenly she would suck the tip like how a child sucks on a lollipop. It felt incredible. After my first handjob, now a blowjob; I wondered how many more 'firsts' I would get with Shaheen. I could not control myself anymore. The bobbing of her head, her lips wrapped around the shaft, and her tongue swirling around my cockhead had me as hard as I had ever been in my life.

As the up and down movement of her head changed in speed; first slow and steady, then rapid and erratic, then back again I moaned in ecstasy. The hand on my cock was twirling, twisting, pulling and pushing at the same time gathering moisture from her drooling lips. All the while her other hand scraped scratched and tickled my swelling scrotum. Her touch on my ball-sack, gently squeezing and prodding, adding to my delight.

I did not care about the bet. I did not care about the timer. I had to cum, and I had to cum NOW!

Just as the cellphone beeped that time was up, I exploded in her mouth. My whole body erupted. My hips buckled and jerked and my ass twitched and my penis quivered as I shot gallons and gallons of cum down my aunt's throat. I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop, I just continued ejaculating as my aunt kept looking at me in the eye and taking in every drop into her mouth. I only saw her throat move slightly as she swallowed load after load that I was depositing in her.

Finally my penis stopped twitching as the last bit of my cum entered my aunt's mouth. She swallowed it all, and then licked her lips.

"Wow!" Was all she said at first. "That was a lot of cum! I am glad I managed to take most of it in!"

The Dominos pizza had been so-so, but my aunt had just given me the most wonderful dessert. And to top it all, I had won the bet. In a few days, when my hands healed, my aunt would be ripe for my taking. Shaheen mamani, boy am I going to have my way with you!

----

I had a great night's sleep. After all, my dick had been thoroughly drained of cum by the lovely lips of Shaheen. My buxom aunt's tongue and lips had licked and sucked and worshipped my turgid cock, teasing me to an earth shattering orgasm, and I had deposited copious volumes of my sticky semen down her warm and inviting throat -- so of course I would have a good night's sleep! Despite my hands being wrapped up, and me being naked from my waist down, covered in only a sheet, I slept like a baby after that blowjob.

It was Shaheen's voice that woke me up. I guess it was some time around 8 in the morning. If you are keeping track of the days, it was Tuesday morning. I think she was talking on the phone with someone.

"Yes, yes." Shaheen was saying. "Everything's fine. I treated him, and now he's sleeping."

I wondered who she was talking to. I tried to focus and listen intently. It soon became clear she was talking to her husband -- my uncle.

"Yes, he will be alright. I will take a look later." She said. "And no, you can't send him on errands. He has to stay home and heal. The legs were pretty badly scalded. Don't tell his mother though -- she will just be needlessly worried -- I will keep an eye on him."

It was clear she was telling him about my accident and that I was now indisposed. I wondered if she told him exactly how she had treated me. Probably not.

"I am going to hang up now." Shaheen told mamu. "You take care and give my love to ammi."

As she put her cellphone down, Shaheen glanced and saw that I was stirring and opening my eyes.

"Wake up, Nazu!" Shaheen giggled. "The maid will soon be here, in an hour, and I need you to use the washroom so she can clean it. I need you to pee and do potty -- so get up!"

"Mmm." I stretched and yawned. "Do I have to, barey mamani?"

"Yes, dear." Her hands were on my chest, under the covers, and then slowly, very teasingly, went down to my tummy, and then brushed seductively against my pecker. She gave a slight grin, and gently stroked the foreskin, underneath of my penis. I was now fully up. Would wouldn't be when your beautiful big-breasted mamani is stroking your manhood! Every nephew would wish to be woken up like this! And to think how easily she simply just reached and touched my manhood!

"Oh, mamani." I murmured. "I love you. And I love what you are doing to me, barey mamani."

Sometimes my mouth works faster than my brain. This was one of those times. Shaheen immediately withdrew her hand from my throbbing penis. I swore silently at myself. We were busy having fun, and I had to go remind her about the line she was crossing! What an idiot I was! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"Beta! You need to get up," Shaheen told me. "So I can also unwrap your bandages. I need to see how your burns and scalds are healing."

"Er ... yes, barey mamani." I sat up in bed. Once I was reminded of my previous night's scalding injuries, suddenly I wasn't that horny any more. The nurse in my aunt came out as she took my right hand, and gently started to unwrap the bandages. Then she repeated with my left hand.

Shaheen than placed my right hand in her left and thoroughly examined it. I loved the feel of her soft skin on mine, and the gentle friction as she rubbed my palm.

"Hmm. Your hands seem to be healing well." My aunt exclaimed. "I think we may need to keep them under wraps maybe for another three four days or so, but it should be healed after that."

I clenched and unclenched my fists. It felt good to have my hands free like that again.

"Let's get you standing." My aunt helped me stand up and then nonchalantly removed my T-shirt, making me fully nude. As she steadied me, her hand was on my butt. She patted me once on my buttocks. I was conscious of the fact that I was now completely butt naked in her presence, although I didn't know why. Her hands roamed on my butt cheeks and gave them a gentle squeeze. As I stood there, my aunt patted my butt again.

"You have a nice butt." She said. "Tight and firm. Not like mine -- gigantic and fleshy."

She gave my ass another couple of firm squeezes. My pecker was now quite hard and very much visible. Shaheen had a little smile at the edge of her lips, but she completely ignored my raging hormones as she then fired off some instructions at me.

"Go to the washroom. Do your business and whatever, but make sure to be gentle with your hands. When you do your susu after your potty, I don't want you to be too vigorous with your hands, OK?"

"Um ... yes, barey mamani." Never would I have thought I would be standing naked in my aunt's room discussing bowel movements and bathroom habits with her, but here I was.

Shaheen leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on my left cheek. Her hands once again brushed oh-so-slightly against my manhood.

"OK, now go, and don't take too long OK?"

"Yes, barey mamani."

"And no hanky panky in the washroom. Definitely no masturbating, OK?"

"Er ... yes, barey mamani." Then once again I took a brave gambit. I wrapped my arms around her behind and gave her ass a mighty, painful, grope. My fingers were on her buttocks and in the crack of her ass.

"If I need to masturbate, mamani," I said, "I will come to you."

Shaheen shook her head and raised her right hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

My aunt smacked me hard, giving me a couple of tight, playful slaps, and making my cheeks sting, even as my hands continued to pinch her buttocks.

"Naughty boy!" Shaheen then twisted my ears painfully. Her voice was very stern, but her eyes and lips had a slight smile. She shooed me away with a laugh, "Now let go of my butt! Go! Finish your washroom before the maid Pushpita gets here."

"You were squeezing my butt before!" I protested.

"I am your elder." My aunt grinned. "I can do what I want, you can't!"

I laughed and gave her buttocks a final squeeze, before lifting my hands from them. I went to the washroom and took my time. I knew my hands would be wrapped up in bandages again so this was my chance to do whatever I wanted in the washroom freely. You don't realize what a blessing your hands are! I brushed my teeth (using Shaheen's toothbrush, of course!), peed, did my business and then cleaned up, and then took a very brief shower.

As I cleaned myself, I reflected on my now changed relationship with my barey mamani. Before yesterday, my aunt would never have touched my penis. Then that accident happened -- but even then, she touched me in the context of taking care of me. Shaheen was a nurse; a caregiver -- and there was nothing sexual about her touching, even though I got hard.

And then came last night. There was no reason once we were in bed for mamani to touch my manhood, and yet she did. Shaheen played with me as I got hard. Our conversation had become increasingly explicit -- I was asking her about her sex life with mamu, making jokes about fucking her, and she was asking me about my masturbation habits and how long I would last. Before we both knew it, we had made that bet and she was giving me a blowjob and swallowing my cum.

Barey mamani was the conservative aunt, I kept reminding myself. Yet, as I had long suspected during this week, she had a naughty side to her. Her constant touching of my butt, for example, or our increasingly amorous kissing games. Our kisses, while starting extremely platonic where we would kiss each other on the cheeks, had gotten closer and closer to each others' mouths, until I was practically kissing her on the edge of her lips. Shaheen hadn't seemed to mind, giggling enthusiastically every time I had taken her in my arms to kiss her. I recalled how sometimes, when we were seated on the sofa, I would wrap my arms around her hips and say, "Barey mamani, let's play the kissing game."

It was fun. I would kiss her once, and she would then kiss me twice. I would then kiss her twice, and she would then kiss me thrice. And it would continue, until our cheeks were completely wet and sloppy, and then she would place a hand on my thigh, softly stroke it and say, "OK, beta, chalo. You had your fun. Look how hard your lund is. Let me go now."

As I washed my scrotum and gently ran some soap over my dick, my mind recalled how in the last few days Shaheen had increasingly spoken about my manhood without any hesitation or shyness. Every time I would hug her, and prolong the hug, she would point at me when I got aroused and say, "Let me go now, beta. Your lund is standing at attention!"

Or in bed, when we would snuggle together, she would tell me, "Your lund is poking me in the back, beta. You have buried it in the crack of my ass!"

Or how she had increasingly tolerated my touching of her peechwade, even though she had been the one to start groping me. I had to remind myself that Shaheen was the one who started to fondle my butt first. I remembered that second night, when barey mamani had authoritatively placed a hand on my behind and had given me a squeeze. My own conservative aunt fondling my bum -- this had been beyond my wildest dreams. I reminded myself of what I had told her then.

"So you can pinch my butt cheek, but I can't touch your peechwade?" I had asked her. And what had Shaheen dismissively replied?

"No, Nazu. I am your barey mamani. YOU HAVE TO do what I tell you. You can put your arms around my waist -- that's it."

And then of course yesterday morning I had groped her, and then the accident happened, and then I had apologized. And what had she said last night, when I had asked her for forgiveness for groping her?

"Pinching my gaand once in a while is OK. Giving my ass a squeeze once in a while is OK." Shaheen had replied. "You can hold me and kiss me as much as you want. Just ... don't grope me and fondle me like you did today, OK?"

I had gone from being allowed to only put my arms around my mamani's waist, to being permitted to pinch her peechwade and grope her in the ass once in a while, and unlimited kisses and hugs. And this morning I had groped her buttocks, putting my finger in the crack of her anus.

My aunt then had slapped me. And twisted my ears. But it wasn't an angry slap or a vicious ear pull. She was being strict, yes, but she was also ... how shall I put it ... being playful. It was almost a flirtatious slap, if there was such a thing. She was slapping me only because that was what an Indian aunt would do if groped by her nephew. That was her modesty and her conservative upbringing and nature. But notice how she didn't get angry. She was ok with being groped, as long as she could slap me after in retaliation.

That was fine with me. I did not mind her slapping me if she allowed me to grope her. Sooner or later, I would do more to her. By the end of this week, I promised myself, I would be fucking her.

After toweling myself off, I shivered (I didn't have any clothes on!) and then exited the bathroom. My mamani was waiting for me.

She helped me put a fresh T-shirt on. I was still naked from the waist down. Then she knelt down and told me, "Let me examine your genitals now. I want to make sure you are healing properly. Especially that spot on your lund."

It was pure torture as she held my dick, lifted it up, and examined my scrotum. Then she parted my balls and took a look at the area in between my thighs. As she held my dick in her hand, it thumped and grew until my phallus was rock hard. At that moment very much the professional nurse, my aunt paid my throbbing manhood absolutely no attention. She continued to hold it firmly, taking her time to examine my scrotum. Finally she moved the penis in her hand, taking a close look at the tip of my dick.

"There's still that area at the tip of your lund." My aunt told me, standing up. "I will keep an eye on that. Other than that, you are healing up well. Being naked helped, it looks like, as I knew it would."

"Thank you, barey mamani."

"You are welcome, Nazu." She answered, smiling. "I am glad you are going to be OK."

Suddenly I felt a huge amount of love for her. She was taking care of me so nicely. Despite my rather amorous and lustful behaviour towards her, she was doing her duties as an aunt and as a nurse. I felt an enormous urge to thank her and express my gratefulness towards here. So I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a sudden, tight hug.

"Ooofff!" My aunt grunted as I took her in my arms.

"Thank you, mamani." I told her, kissing her on her cheeks.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"You are the best aunt any boy could have."

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"Now, now." Shaheen was clearly embarrassed. "I did what any mamani would do for her favourite nephew."

I hugged her very tight. I wasn't even groping her, but genuinely hugging her out of love. My arms went around her waist and rested slightly above her bum, and I pressed her close to me. I kissed her on her cheeks and continued to kiss her as I thanked her.

SMOOCH!

"No, mamani, you are the best."

SMOOCH!

"No mamani would do what you have done."

SMOOCH!

"You took care of me even though ..."

SMOOCH!

"... It was embarrassing for me, and awkward for you."

SMOOCH!

"And last night ... you went beyond your obligation, mamani."

SMOOCH!

"You saw me in pain, and sacrificed your inhibitions ..."

SMOOCH!

"... To give me a blowjob. You are the best!"

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

All my kissing was clearly having its effect. Shaheen was like putty in my arms -- any resistance of hers to this situation melting away with each smooch. She was also embracing me back, but now her hands began to stray downwards. As I wasn't wearing anything other than my T-shirt, so her hands suddenly landed on my bare bum.

"Beta ... it was ... my duty ... as your aunt." Shaheen's face was very, very red. "Besides, you are ..."

Shaheen stopped as she clearly felt something poking her between her legs.

"Oh my goodness." She exclaimed, still in my arms. "Are you ... now ... beta ..."

"Oh, mamani." I gushed, as her hands found my manhood.

"My goodness, beta, you are so big." Shaheen was running her palm up and down my entire shaft now. Her eyes had a glazed look. She gripped me harder, causing me to moan and press outward to meet her hand. She was now rubbing me without any inhibitions, and I was letting her. We were both lost in the moment.

"Oh, you like that, do you, beta." Shaheen smiled at me as she continued to stroke me. "Let me go beta so I can take care of this."

"Yes, mamani." I was still hugging her, so I kissed her lovely fleshy cheeks again.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"Thank you, mamani. You are the best."

Shaheen now had both her hands on my genitals. One hand was rubbing my phallus. With the other hand she ran her finger nails across my scrotum. It was the most intense feeling I had. I let go of her as Shaheen then knelt on the floor on her knees, her mouth now inches away from my throbbing manhood. I rubbed the head of my cock on her eyes, nose and lips, before touching it against her mouth.

"Mmmm ... mmmm." Shaheen was lost in her joy as she licked my penis up and down. "My beta, you are so much bigger than your mamu. I could fit your mamu's penis easily in my little pinkie."

"Oh mamani." I gushed, and then bravely added, "Just wait until I collect on my bet, mamani! When I make love to you, mamani, my penis will reach parts of you that your husband never has!"

"Oh." Shaheen's only response was a muted sound, and raised eyebrows, but she continued to suck on my dick. I could see a small smile at the edge of her lips.

WOW! This was something. I had just decisively told my aunt, who was giving me a blowjob, that I was going to fuck her, and there was no protest. Now, I knew, it was only a matter of time, four five days at the most, until I healed completely, before I would get to fuck my aunt. THIS was the moment, not last night, that my aunt dropped the charade of being my conservative mamani. She was just another horny woman, another desperate housewife -- and the next women I was going to have sex with.

I began to press myself against my aunt's face. Her lips were now stretching wide and her cheeks bulged as I started to force my snake down her throat. Her luscious hair fell down to her shoulders and onto her face. I grasped her by the back of her head and by her hair and pushed her onto me, nearly gagging her. As I wanted to push my cock even deeper into her mouth, I patted her cheeks. They were forceful pats, almost slaps. I was rough with her, and she seemed to like it.

Oh goodie!

I slapped her even harder.

SLAP!

Shaheen seemed surprised, and looked at me with her eyes wide open. I smiled at her and slapped her again.

SLAP!

"Keep sucking, mamani. OOOH that feels so nice."

Shaheen tried to maintain some dignity even as I was pulling her by the hair, slapping her forcefully, and fucking her face. She reached up and kneaded my balls. She started to get a rhythm going to the blowjob. My mamani grabbed the base of my cock with one hand while rubbing my balls with the other. I slapped her cheeks again, even more roughly this time.

SLAP!

She stroked me and felt my dick get even bigger as I forced it into her mouth one more time. I raised my hand and struck her cheeks again.

SLAP!

My aunt started sucking on my penis as hard as she could while moving her head back and forth. With each thrust, my dick was able to get a little farther into her mouth and I soon felt it touching the back of her throat. I knew I would cum any time now.

SLAP!

"Mmmm... mmmmm ..." Shaheen continued to moan as she sucked me. I slapped her again, even more harshly this time.

SLAP!

It was clear that what she was doing, and what I was doing to her, was arousing her as well. A damp spot started to appear on her nightie, in between her legs. My aunt -- this naughty, conservative woman -- wasn't wearing panties! She was giving me -- her nephew -- a blowjob wearing nothing but a flimsy nightie! I was amazed at how quickly my purist aunt was sinking into depravity with me.

"Ohhhh.... Mamani!" I murmured, as she moved her other hand back toward my asshole and rubbed around the rim at first and then tried to push a finger inside. I slapped her once more -- a proper tight and hard slap this time.

SLAP!

My aunt squeezed and jacked my prostrate in time with the movement of my prick into her mouth.

"Oh God that feels so good!" I moaned. "I think I am going to cum, barey mamani!"

Yesterday I had managed to last a whole fifteen minutes. This time, in less than ten minutes, I shot a big load of sperm into my aunt's inviting mouth. I tightened my muscles holding the pleasure in for a split second longer before my cock exploded in the largest and most uncontrollable blast I had ever experienced.

I held my aunt very roughly by her hair as I erupted violently inside her, shaking and jerking as I emptied my baby making juice down her throat. Shaheen sucked on my penis, swallowing every drop, and licking and cleaning me thoroughly. She was a sight to see! Shaheen's hair was now dishevelled, her lipstick spoilt, and her cheeks had red finger marks where I had slapped her numerous times.

When it was all over, she diligently wiped me completely clean and then looked up at me and smiled.

"You liked that, didn't you, beta?" She asked innocently, as she licked off the last drop of cum.

"Oh, mamani!" I gushed. "I loved it."

I then decided to goad her a bit.

"And did you like it, barey mamani? I was slapping you ... and you didn't seem to mind being ... on your knees ... being slapped ... while ... giving me a blowjob."

"Ah!" Shaheen blushed slightly and looked down at her feet. "I ... I ... always had a fantasy ... you know ... being slapped ... and ..."

She was now bright red, embarrassed, and couldn't meet my gaze. I decided to continue to goad her.

"Did mamu ever slap you like that?"

"I ..." Shaheen paused as she stood up. She seemed to be thinking about something even as she wiped her mouth with her hand. "Um ... beta ... let's ... um ... get some breakfast, shall we?"

"Er... yes, mamani."

Damn! I thought to myself. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

I should not have brought up mamu, just after we were done. It reminded her that what she was doing was actually cheating, and now she was going to be cautious against her own desires. Damn! Damn! FUCK!

* * *

It was just after lunch, and I was seated on the sofa in the living room. I was not wearing pants, of course, so Shaheen had put a chador -- a sheet -- on the sofa, and I had a small blanket to cover me up. I was watching TV when mamani came into the room. I turned to look at her, and my jaw dropped.

"Whoa!" Was all I could say.

My aunt -- my lovely, buxom, tall aunt, was dressed in a dark blue sari. That itself was amazing. Shaheen hardly ever wore a sari. She would wear the shalwar kameez when outside, or the maxi when she was at home. And here she was, the tall, buxom lady with the big ass, dressed in that highly erotic of all Indian dresses -- the sari! And what a sight she was!

Shaheen had just taken a bath, so her hair was still partially wet, clinging seductively to her rosy cheeks. There were beads of water on her puffy cheeks, her luscious lips and her ample and uncovered milky white waist. I could make out that she wasn't wearing a bra -- her big nipples were prominent and showing like bright black discs through the thin material of her light blue blouse. I noticed that her blouse was a little small in size and struggled to contain Shaheen's big, big boobs. I guess she hadn't worn a sari recently, so didn't have blouses that fit her now ample frame. The buttons and the hook were barely able to hold her melons in -- at any moment it appeared they would burst open, revealing her giant tits.

My aunt's waist and navel were completely exposed. There was a lot of gap between where the blouse ended and the petticoat began. Since Shaheen was a tall lady, there was a lot of skin on show. Succulent, smooth, slightly wet, supple milky white skin. And her navel -- WOW! It was calling out to me like a foghorn through a mist. Oh ... if only my hands weren't bandaged!

I wanted to fuck her right there and then. It was a good thing my hands were bandaged, I guess, otherwise I don't think I would have been able to control myself from ravaging my aunt right there and then. Barey Mamani looked at me and smiled.

"Whoa?" She repeated my word. "Why, beta?"

Oh, how sweetly and innocently she smiled! Oh, those lips of hers!

"Barey mamani." I managed to croak. "You don't know just HOW sexy you are looking right now! Honestly, if my hands weren't in bandages ..."

Shaheen actually managed to blush.

"Oh my." She looked embarrassed. "You are one naughty boy, Nazu. Haven't you seen me in sari before?"

"I have, barey mamani." I told her. "And every time, you look even sexier. You should wear it all the time, barey mamani. Look how Taiba is now always in a sari. It makes a woman look even sexier than she is -- and you are one sexy, masaledar (spicy) lady!"

"Well ... thank you, beta."

I couldn't help it. I got up and stood right next to her. Shaheen looked at me warily, and then her glance shifted downwards to my soldier, which was now standing at attention.

"Oh my ..." She murmured. "Beta, your lund ... amazing ... beta ... how many times do you get hard ..."

"Mamani." I told her. "O my sexy mamani! My beautiful, ripe, attractive, sexy mamani! You are one amazing, gorgeous, wonderful, caring, sexy woman! You don't need to hide yourself behind a boring shalwar kameez or a maxi! Mamu needs to know what a vivacious and sexy woman he is married to!"

Once again I had brought mamu into the conversation without meaning to! This time, however, my aunt didn't seem to mind. She was beaming. I guess being repeatedly called "sexy" will boost any woman's ego.

"Oh, Nazu!" Shaheen gushed. "You are too sweet to say those words to a fat old woman!"

"My sexy mamani!" I told her. "You are not fat. You have meat in the right places. Your buttocks -- so good to pinch and spank, mamani. I would love to spank you. Your boobs are big, and nice, and supple. Any man would love to suck on your tits. And your kissable cheeks! I could kiss them all day. Mamani, you don't know how gorgeous and sexy an Indian woman you are!"

"Oh, Nazu!"

Shaheen couldn't control herself any more. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me hard. Her lips brushed against my cheeks. Unable to control myself, I too wrapped my arms around her waist. My bandaged hands prevented me from feeling anything, of course.

SMOOCH!

"You are such a sweet nephew, my jaanu." My aunt whispered to my ears. She then kissed me, pressing her lips onto my cheeks.

SMOOCH!

"Are you always a ladies man, jaanu?" She continued. "You know just the right things to say, beta."

SMOOCH!

"I haven't worn a sari in ages, beta. I was afraid I was going to look like an old hag. But you made me feel like a sexy goddess. Like a Bollywood heroine."

SMOOCH!

"You always know how to pump me up and make me feel good." Shaheen continued. "I wore this sari just for you, beta."

SMOOCH!

"Oh mamani." I managed to utter. "Just wait until I am fully healed. I will properly ... pump ... you with my lund! You will be screaming for joy, mamani, like you have never before."

"Oh, naughty boy." My aunt grinned, and once again gave my ears a tight twist. "Always thinking about doing naughty things to your poor mamani! I bet you are sad your hands can't grope my big peechwade now, eh Nazu!"

"Oh mamani." I gushed. "If my hands were free right now, your big peechwade would be bright red with the spanking I would have given it!"

"He he." Shaheen giggled, and once again gave my ears a twist.

"I guess I better let go of you now, jaanu." She said, "Your lund is practically poking a hole in me."

I wanted to make another quip about actually poking her proper hole, but I held my tongue. Shaheen sat down beside me on the sofa. She then used a blanket to cover my nakedness. It felt strange, sitting with my aunt on the sofa while sporting a large tent in front of me. Shaheen looked at the bulge and giggled. She then stretched out her arms.

"Oh, I am so tired." My aunt commented. "I have this terrible back pain for sometime."

I made a sympathetic noise.

"Too bad my hands are covered." I told her. "Otherwise I would have given you a nice massage."

My aunt grinned.

"You just want an excuse to touch and grope my peechwade and sexually assault me!" Shaheen said. "Good things your hands are now tied up, you badmaash ladke!"

"Oh mamani." I made a face. "I really give a nice massage. You can ask any one of my girlfriends. None of them have any complaints!"

My aunt seemed to be weighing up my offer, but then she shrugged.

"I can always ask the maid to give me a massage." She said, and then giggled. "At least she won't be trying to rape me while doing it!"

"Hey!" I made a face. "Just trying to help my sexy mamani."

"Hmm." Shaheen pursed her lips. "Maybe I will take a nice hot shower."

"Is your bed OK?" I asked her. "The mattress is quite soft. Maybe you need to switch to a harder one."

"Maybe." Shaheen seemed to be lost in thought. "But lately, ever since last year or so, I have been suffering, no matter where I sleep. It comes and goes though."

After some quietness, I ventured a guess.

"Mamani, can I say something?" I asked. "I think I know why you are having back pain."

Shaheen looked at me, her eyes wide.

"Of course, beta. You can say anything to me, jaanu. Tell me, why do you think I have backpain?"

"Um ... do you wear a bra, barey mamani?"

At first Shaheen didn't know what to say. Her jaws opened, and for a moment I thought she would clip my ears. Then she shut her mouth, and involuntarily glanced down to look at her chest area, and then back at me.

"Er ... no beta, I mean ... I am not wearing one now. Why are you asking?"

"I have noticed," I continued, "Whenever you are home, and you are wearing a nightie, you don't wear a bra. And now, even though you are wearing a blouse, you are not wearing a bra. And I guess that's usually how it is when you are home."

"Oh, my." My aunt gave a nervous giggle. "And how do you know I don't wear a bra, Nazu?"

"You have big breasts, mamani." I answered, without missing a beat. "Your nipples are quite firm and prominent, pressing against your blouse, mamani. I can tell easily you are not wearing a bra right now."

Shaheen blushed a bright red. Then she smiled at me.

"You think I have big breasts, Nazu?"

"You definitely do, mamani." I told her. "Only Taiba's breasts are bigger. But she wears a nice bra to support them, mamani, and you need to do the same. Otherwise you will continue to have back pain, and your boobs will start to sag."

"Er ... do you think my boobs sag now, Nazu?"

"Hard to say, mamani, without looking."

"You naughty boy." Shaheen grinned.

Her hands went under the blanket and wrapped themselves around my turgid phallus.

"Oh my! You are hard, Nazu. I just gave you a blowjob this morning!"

"Talking to one's sexy mamani about her big breasts has that effect on nephews, mamani. And remember, mamani, I cam cum three four times a day -- no problem!"

Slowly Shaheen removed the blanket to reveal my rock hard manhood, now quickly rising to attention. As I watched my aunt, she slid off the sofa and knelt down in front of me, moving her lips towards my dick.

* * *

I needn't have worried about mamu, or what effect the fear of cheating would have on Shaheen. For the next five days I was in heaven. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. If I was Hindu then I would say I must have done something good in my previous life.

I was getting a blowjob from my aunt ... three times daily. My AUNT was blowing me off THRICE! Every day!

Every morning, after I went to the bathroom, my aunt gave me my first blow job of the day, right before breakfast, in her bedroom, as I stood there, fully naked. This was the best blowjob of the day since my hands were unwrapped and not in bandages, so I could use them to full effect. And I did.

Her boobs. Her buttocks. Her curves. Her love handles. Her cheeks. Her lips. No part of her body was left unmolested. Whatever I could grope, I groped. Whatever I could squeeze, I squeezed. Whatever I could pinch, I pinched. Whatever I could fondle, I fondled. Whatever I could finger, I fingered.

It would start with us standing and kissing. My hands would roam all over her body, paying particular homage to her love canal. She would be dripping wet! I did try and part her legs, but she gently protested and told me, "Not now, beta. Maybe when you are completely healed."

She was so sweet! She didn't want me to overdo it and spoil the healing of my hands! So I left her love tunnel alone and focused on other parts of her body. My attention shifted to her behind.

After groping her buttocks for some time, I smacked them a couple of times. When I was sufficiently hard, she knelt down on her knees in front of me, and then took my cock in her mouth.

After that it was a repeat on the first day, when the blowjob started slowly and steadily before picking up steam. Unlike the first day, I was not gentle with her at all. She was a housewife, and her husband had been gentle and meek her whole life. What she needed, I deduced, was some roughness. And I seemed to be correct.

I would hold her by her hair. Sometimes I would pinch her nostrils. I always slapped her whenever I wanted her to take me in even deeper. No words were exchanged. If she was doing something I didn't like, I slapped her.

SLAP!

If she was doing sometime I loved, I patted the top of her head and then slapped her.

SLAP!

And finally, when I would cum, it would be a violent, roaring, earth shattering explosion of a passionate orgasm, overwhelming her throat with a deluge of cum. And Shaheen would swallow every drop, licking and milking me completely dry.

Throughout the day I would hug and kiss her, even with my hands in bandages. Those kisses, which had started from a platonic kiss on the cheeks, had moved inch by inch closer to her lips and by now were fully on her luscious lips, pressing and sucking her tongue on every kiss, leaving her breathless after every make out session. We made out often. In the kitchen. On the couch. In the living room. In the bedroom. And every time, my dick got harder and harder. It helped, of course, that I was butt naked throughout, and barey mamani casually fondled me whenever I got too hard. I was often oozing pre-cum. We had dropped all the charade of being respectful with each other like an aunt and nephew, and were two passionate lovers waiting for one of them to heal.

Right after lunch time, when we would wash up and then sit on the couch for an afternoon movie, she would give me another release. I would sit on the couch like a king or warlord, legs spread apart, with my aunt down on her knees in front of my, like a slave girl from yore, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked my manhood like a candy. Since my hands were in bandages, this time I couldn't be rough on her as I liked, so it would be a quick session. Her hands would stroke the inside of my thighs, or the base of my scrotum, and soon I would be emptying my load inside her throat.

"Hope you are comfortable now, Nazu beta." She would say, snuggling close to me, her breath smelling of my jizz. "I want you to be relaxed. I know it's tough, being naked and horny and unable to do anything about it."

"Mmm." On the first day I had grinned and replied. "Thank you, barey mamani. Do you provide this service to all of your patients?"

Shaheen laughed but didn't say anything. Every day I would flirt with her after the afternoon blowjob until I would see that her cheeks were flushed and she was visibly aroused. Too bad I couldn't help her out the way she was helping me out.

Then, when we would retire to bed at night, she would once again give me the pleasure of her mouth. The first night, she made me sit on the bed, knelt in front of me and blew me off. The following nights she lay down beside me in bed, fondled me until I was hard, and then got up and sucked me until I had my orgasm. It was something, I learnt later, that she would do sometimes to her husband.

"But of course," She added, with a smile. "With him it's once a week, perhaps, not like you, ready to go off multiple times a day! And of course, you cum a lot, beta!"

"It's lovely to see you swallow it completely, mamani." I told her appreciatively. "It's something many women don't like to do."

"Hmm... you had the experience, I see." My aunt's eyes flashed me a naughty smile. "Well, beta, they say it does wonders for your complexion and helps with one's weight loss, so if I have a man ready to give it to me, why not try it!"

"Er ... sure, mamani, any time!"

My aunt also talked about my uncle often. Perhaps it was her way of comforting herself even as she was giving me a blowjob after blowjob, or perhaps she was subtly reminding me that she was married even as she had started her affair with me, and I would joke about fucking her, but I learnt a lot about my mamani and mamu's sexual habits.

"Initially your mamu wanted sex all the time." She told me, once we were relaxing on the couch after lunch after a spectacular blowjob. "But he had zero knowledge about foreplay, so it was very painful for me. I never got wet at all and he would rub himself against me and enter me painfully. Thankfully it was over very quickly."

"Mamani." I told her earnestly. "When I take a wonderful woman such as yourself to bed, I can guarantee that's not a problem. All my girlfriends enjoy themselves."

"Oh, you naughty boy." She laughed, and gently gave my now flaccid member a pat. "I bet you know all about pleasuring women."

"The last time I fucked my girlfriend," I told her, wildly exaggerating, and using the word 'fuck' repeatedly to drive home the point, "I fucked her all night. And next morning, she couldn't go to class -- she was unable to leave her dorm. She could hardly walk!"

"Chal! Jhoot! Lies!" My aunt retorted, but I could see that her eyes were intrigued. I merely shrugged and used a bandaged hand to gesture at my penis. "You have seen the size of my lund, mamani. And you have seen the amount of cum I can produce. And how long I can last. Do you think I am lying?"

Shaheen didn't say anything, but I could see that she was definitely dying with curiosity. In a few days, when I would collect on the "bet", she would find out.

"Your mamu," She finally said, "Would be a proud man if he could last five minutes. Sometimes I was more concerned about getting the condom on time on his penis before he would cum."

"That won't be a problem for me, mamani." I told her boldly, and saw her blush. "You won't face any such distractions from me. It will be purely about your enjoyment. And you don't need to worry about condoms. You just need to think how to keep your voice down so the neighbours won't be alarmed."

Shaheen blushed furiously. She giggled and then gave me another hug, and then went to get some biscuits.

I could hardly believe myself. Things had gotten to the point where I was openly telling my barey mamani how I planned to royally fuck her, and how much pleasure she would get out of it. And she was taking it. She was taking it like a slut!

I was going to fuck her after all. After flirting with each other for so long, events now had conspired to that fate that her married pussy was going to be mine. I knew it. She knew it. It was just a matter of time. I was right now doing everything to her but fuck her.

"I ... I have only been with one man." Shaheen confided to me shyly, once she returned with some biscuits. "All this ... is very ... new to me."

"Do you like," I told her, looking straight into her eyes, "Do you like what I do to you ... in the mornings?"

I could see my aunt blush a deep red. She started down at the floor, before looking up at me, and smiled bashfully. Then she nodded, before blushing and looking away again.

"Every woman," I told her, sounding like an expert but really parroting off lines I had read in an erotic story by famous Indian erotica writer Tarek Zia online. "Every woman likes the touch of a man other than her husband. She is used to her husband. But you, mamani, you are a real woman. A passionate woman. You deserve more. You deserve proper pleasure, barey mamani."

She was like putty in my hands, literally melting in front of my eyes. I decided to take another bold gambit.

"Barey mamani." I ordered. "Spread your legs."

Shaheen looked surprised, but didn't protest. She put down the plate of biscuits, and then spread her legs.

"Roll up your nightie." I told her.

She wasn't wearing any panties. I could see her pubic hair glistening. She was wet! She saw me looking, and then shyly closed her legs and tried to resume normally eating her biscuits again. I laughed and let the matter drop for now.

I wonder what the maid Pushpita thought about it all. When she would come to clean in the mornings, I would be in bed, lying under the covers, resting. She would go to the washroom and clean it, and then come out and clean (dust, sweep, mop) the bedroom floor. She always had a smile and a grin on her face, though she never spoke much to me. What did she know?

Was she amused at finding me in my aunt's -- her mistress's -- bed? Did she know about the accident, or the fact that I was buck naked under the covers? Or did she smell cum in the air from a blowjob just fifteen minutes before? I would find out later.

I also have to tell you of one more thing.

From the second day of our affair, which was Wednesday, I had also, very subtly but effectively, started to spank Shaheen.

It was very important that I spank her.

I was already slapping her during the blowjobs, so spanking was the next logical step. I always like to spank my girlfriends and treat them a little roughly, and if barey mamani was giving me a blowjob ... well then I was going to treat her like my girlfriend. I had already spanked Taiba (God! I miss her! When was that fat chick coming back?!). After Shaheen fell in love with my dick, it was only right that her butt felt the force of my hand. Besides, I didn't exactly like the power dynamic of this affair, so this was the quickest and most effective way to change it.

It started on Wednesday. After my morning freshening up, when she had given me a blowjob, she stood up, swallowing my cum. She smiled at me, opening her mouth to show me she had swallowed it all.

"Good girl!" I told her, using the phrase 'girl' on purpose. "You know how to please a man."

Shaheen purred at the praise. I wasn't done.

I reached out and grabbed her hips. She was surprised, but didn't resist in any way. I swung her around so her back was to me. Then I gently pushed her on her upper back so she was now bent over at her waist. I rolled up her nightie, way above her hips, so her buttocks were now on view. She wasn't wearing any panties, and I could see that she was dripping like a faucet.

My palm rested on her buttocks. Her breathing was fast. She was excited, curious, and apprehensive as to what I was doing to her. Over the last two days Shaheen had lost a lot of inhibitions, and for now contended herself with giving me a blowjob, but the time was soon when she knew she would be fucked. Perhaps she thought that time was now, but I had other plans.

I gave one of her butt cheeks a squeeze.

"Barey mamani." I told her, fondling her butt. "You have a very nice gaand. Lovely to spank."

"Er ... thank you, beta."

"And I am going to spank you now, barey mamani. I do this to all of my girlfriends. Please place your hands on the bed and steady yourself."

"Er ... ok, beta. Please be gentle with me, will you?"

My aunt, now humiliatingly bent over, knowing that she was going to get spanked by her nephew, could do nothing to stop me. Slowly and slow, she was succumbing to me. I raised my hand.

SPANK!

My aunt grunted as I hit her right butt cheek, hard, over her nightie, and her body swayed slightly, but otherwise she said nothing.

"Barey mamani." I told her. "Next time, use a lotion when you are jerking me. It makes it easier on my penis."

"Yes, beta." She murmured.

SPANK!

This time I hit her on her left butt cheek. Hard.

"You are doing a great job, mamani. This was by far the best blow job I received. A little attention to details, and it would be perfect."

"Er ... thanks, beta."

SPANK!

Right butt cheek again.

"Alright, mamani. I think that should be enough for now."

My aunt stood up. Her face was flushing a bright red. Part in excitement at something kinky, something new, partly in embarrassment at being spanked by her nephew. She wasn't a natural submissive like Taiba, so this was humiliating for her, but this was also something that had never happened to her before in this context, and so the kinky part won out. She could hardly look at my face in shame.

She applied the bandages on my hands keeping her eyes down, and then helped me with the T-shirt without speaking a word. As she left the room after I was back on the bed, I could see her rubbing her buttocks where I had spanked her.

I grinned. Soon, she would be doing more than just rubbing her buttocks after a spanking.

Thursday morning I spanked her again. I wanted to spank her after every blowjob, but it was only in the mornings when my hands were free from bandages, so it had to be once a day.

For now.

After I had freshened up, and Shaheen had inspected my manhood and the scalding (which was now healing quite nicely) she obediently went down on me, and I had a nice orgasm in her mouth. After the blowjob was done, she looked up at me expectantly.

Good, I thought. She is expecting a spanking, and I am going to give it to her. But not in a predictable fashion. One must always keep the girls curious, thinking, and surprised. They are not in control. You are.

So instead I wrapped my arms around her ample hips and hugged her tight. Surprised, but delighted, Shaheen also pressed herself against me. I pressed my lips against her and we French-kissed for a while, playing with each other's tongues.

This was another reason why I started to spank her yesterday. It was clear that Shaheen didn't really like being spanked, but she had to accept it if she wanted to continue the naughtiness of our physical affair and enjoy my dick. If there was something else she could do that reduced the spanking, she would. I was now French kissing her, something I wouldn't have done a few days ago, and she was willingly participating it, hoping to not get spanked. But of course, I had other plans. I continued to kiss her for some time.

Then I softly squeezed her buns.

"Barey Mamani." I told her. "It's time for your spanking. Please bend over."

Shaheen made a face.

"Oh, beta." She seemed to plead. "Do I have to? Didn't I do everything right? Must you spank me?"

"Yes, I have to spank you." I gave her a small pinch on her buttocks. "And that question just earned you one more spank, barey mamani."

Quickly, without wasting a single more moment, Shaheen turned around and obediently bent over, placing her hands on the edge of the bed for support, and presenting her big ass to me, wriggling it slightly. She was giggling, but I could see she was also apprehensive.

I was elated. This is what I wanted. Shaheen was craving from me something her husband was unable to give her. Shaheen wanted to be taken like a woman, and she wanted a real man to do it. And if the price to pay was a spanking, she was willing to pay that price. Of course, she still hasn't been "taken" yet, but that was coming. The blowjobs were my appetizer. I placed a hand on her buttocks.

"I liked the fact that you used the lotion today." I complimented her, slowly patting her rear. "This is why you were spanked yesterday, and it shows that you learned from your spanking."

"Yes, beta."

SPANK!

The blow was hard, and fast. No soon had she finished uttering the word 'beta' had I spanked her butts, hard.

"Umph!" She grunted, but didn't say anything much.

"Next time when you blow me, look me in the eye. Every man likes that."

"Yes, beta."

SPANK!

I raised my hand again. The challenge was that I was spanking her while she had her nightie on, which kept slipping, and I had to adjust. If I was spanking her, I was going to spank her on her bare bottom.

"In the future, when my hands are hopefully not wrapped in bandages," I told her, "You HAVE to present your behind to me for a spanking EVERY time."

"Yes, beta."

SPANK!

I softly patted her where I spanked her. This time I was spanking her on the same butt cheek every time.

"You are now dealing with a real man, mamani. And I plan to treat you like a real woman, who will get respect from me, and who will be properly satisfied by a real man, but who will also be spanked when correction is needed."

"Yes, beta."

SPANK!

"Also, this one is for delaying and asking me if you really need a spank."

"Yes, beta. I am sorry, beta."

SPANK!

I let her remain bent over for a minute, and then affectionately patted and squeezed her rump.

"Five spanks is enough for now, mamani. You can stand up."

"Er ... yes, beta."

Friday and Saturday followed like the days before. Morning blowjobs. Spanking. Afternoon blowjob. Night blowjob. And in between lots of make out and other action.

Sunday I fucked her.

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It was early Sunday morning and my eyes woke up as the sun rays hit the bed. For a second I wondered where I was.

Of course! I was in my aunt Shaheen's bed. I was naked. It had been a hot night last night, and the air conditioning had been wonky. I usually wore a T-shirt which I had skipped last night. My aunt, as usual, was wearing one of her nighties. After she had given me a blowjob, we had snuggled together under the blanket, and slept hugging each other, my cock still leaking semen on her dress. My hands, just like the last few days, were in bandages.

My cock twitched as I remembered the blowjob.

I still marvelled at how quickly my conservative, orthodox aunt had become a willing slut, giving me blowjobs galore. It was amazing how my relation with this traditional aunt of mine had changed over the last few days. This was the same aunt that repeatedly warned me not to touch her behind, and frequently reminded me that she was NOT Taiba.

Ah, my cock twitched again as I thought about Taiba. When was she coming back? God, I missed her big fat ass. Her sweet, big, round, bouncy peechwade! An ass that I could openly touch, grope, pinch, caress and spank.

I remembered how my barey mamani Shaheen had even slapped me once last year, when I had pinched her gaand, even though it had been part of a bet. And now, here she was, giving me blowjobs and touching my penis at every opportunity. How had it come to be like this?

Even last night, after the blowjob as we lay in bed, entangled in each other's arms, she started to kiss me.

SMOOCH!

"I love you, jaanu." She told me. "I am lucky to have such a handsome stud as a nephew, beta."

SMOOCH!

With my hands in bandages I couldn't do much, but barey mamani kissed my cheeks, my forehead, my eyes, and then my nose, and then my lips. Her one hand went under my neck even as she pressed her lips onto mine and tongue into my mouth. And then her free hand caressed my chest, before going downwards, her dainty fingers soon wrapping themselves around my cock.

"What a beautiful lund you have, jaanu." She told me, in between the soft kisses. "What a nice, long, beautiful cock you have, my dear nephew! Oh, my jaanu!"

We were both under the blanket, and we were kissing (well, she was kissing me), and she was stroking me. Stroking me hard.

"Oh, Nazu." She sighed, coming up for air occasionally as she French kissed me. "I love this lund of yours, Nazu. I can't get enough of you, my sweetheart. My beta!"

"Just wait till tomorrow, mamani." I told her. "When you will finally remove my bandages for good, I will be fucking you with this lund, mamani. This lund will be deep inside you, mamani."

Shaheen's only response was to give a soft giggle. She stopped stroking me, gently cupped my balls, caressed them, and then resumed stroking my penis. In no time at all, I couldn't control myself. I started to cum. Again.

My cum was every where. We were under the blanket, so some of it stuck to the blanket. There was cum on my genitals and on my thighs. There was cum on Shaheen's hand, wrist, and on her dress. And of course there was cum on the bedsheets. There was a lot of cum everywhere.

Under normal circumstances Shaheen would have been mortified. Let alone the mere thought of me cumming on her, Shaheen was an extremely neat, tidy and finicky about cleanliness lady. She would have immediately put all bedsheets, the blanket, and her clothes into the laundry pile. Now she did no such thing.

She simply scooped as much of the cum as she could on to her hands. Then, as I watched, she licked the cum off her fingers, one by one. Then she snuggled against me, her breath smelling of my jizz, and slowly we both fell asleep.

I wondered how it had all come to be like this. I mean my aunt was also religious. I am sure she had woken up at dawn this morning for the morning prayer, before going back to sleep. And yet she was being my willing whore.

Perhaps the loneliness of this cabin, far from the main city, and the closeness of us together on the same bed, or the naughtiness of the aunt and nephew dynamic had all played a role. Maybe this is why our religion has said that a man and a woman should never be alone in an enclosed space unless they are married to each other. Or perhaps she always had a long suppressed desire for this, but never before found the courage to act on it.

I had always been a naughty pervert with my aunts, flirting and teasing them, grabbing them whenever the opportunity presented itself, to give them a hug, a kiss or a squeeze. Yet so far only Taiba had ever reciprocated my not so hidden sexual advances. She would be the one to playfully banter with me, or present me her gaand, or allow me to cop a feel or steal a kiss. This time not only had Shaheen responded as well, but in fact many times she had initiated them.

This vacation, she was the first one to grope my butt. Shaheen was the first to refer to her own butt and talk about her figure, never losing the chance to draw MY attention to HER big rear end. She was the one who wanted me to sleep on her bed with her. And she was the first to propose The Bet. AND then she gave me the blowjob. It was puzzling, for sure, but I wasn't complaining. This was every nephew's dream come true. Or, shall I say, dream cum true.

I felt the blanket move slightly. Shaheen was stirring. As I glanced at her, I saw her open her eyes and stretch her arms. As she caught sight of me looking at her, she broke into a smile.

"You are already up, Nazu darling?" She remarked. "Here, let me open your bandages so you can go to the bathroom, jaanu."

As soon as the bandages were off, Shaheen handed them to me and told them to throw in the dustbin. She then turned around and laid back on the bed, and started to check her phone. I was standing there, stark naked, yet she was least interested in looking at me, and more into checking her messages, so I turned to go to the toilet.

I spent a good fifteen minutes in the washroom, doing my business and taking a small shower. I felt really good. I was also feeling confident. It was going to be a good day, I promised myself. After I emerged from the washroom, my aunt went in.

I sat on the bed and strained to hear the sounds from the bathroom. The rustling sound as she removed her clothes. The toilet seat creaking as Shaheen sat down on it. The soft sound as her piss hit the commode. The sound of the flush and then the water running as she cleaned herself and started to freshen up. Finally, she emerged into the bedroom. She was wearing her nightie and she looked radiant.

"Alright, beta." She turned to me. "Come here. Let me take a look at you."

I stood in the centre of my buxom aunt Shaheen's bedroom, still stark naked, as she examined me physically and methodically, just like a nurse would.

"I don't think your hands need to be in bandages any more." She told me, inspecting my hands. "They seem to have completely healed. Now let's see about your big, beautiful lund."

There she went again, talking about my dick. So unlike the usual her, but so like the new her!

Shaheen bent down and took my throbbing manhood in her hands, and subjected my genitals to detailed scrutiny. As she touched my phallus and then my scrotum, my member just kept getting harder and harder.

"Jaan le lega yeh!" She remarked, smiling slightly. That roughly translated to "some girl is going to get killed with this".

I almost remarked, 'oh, it will be YOU' but I kept quiet.

My aunt examined the tip of my penis, and then looked at the underside, before examining each of my balls. My scrotum was given a thorough checkup. I was now rock hard.

Then Shaheen stood up, smiling.

"Beta, I think you have healed up completely." She announced. "All the scalding seems to have cured, and your skin is on the mend."

"Good." I smiled and then acting on a sudden impulse hugged her. "I have you to thank for this, barey mamani."

"Oh no ..." Shaheen started to say something, but I shut her up by kissing her on the mouth.

Again something I would never have done a few days ago. The only kiss I had given her had been on her cheeks. Now here I was, pressing my tongue into her mouth. We kissed for a long time, before coming up for air.

"Barey mamani." I told her. My arms were around her waist. My hard manhood was poking her between her legs. "You took care of me so well this past week."

I kissed her on her cheek.

SMOOCH!

"Thank you, barey mamani."

I kissed her again on her other cheek.

SMOOCH!

"You are my favourite aunt, barey mamani."

Shaheen blushed, which she always did when I kissed her on her cheeks.

"Oh, beta." She replied. "I only did what I would do for you any time. You are my..."

Once again I shut her up by kissing her squarely on her mouth.

"Mmmmm." She moaned as I inserted my tongue in her.

We French kissed for some time as my hands groped her buttocks and my manhood poked her in between her legs. I could feel her body slowly warm up and become more receptive to my touches as I continued to kiss and grope her. Yet, as I rubbed myself against her, stark naked, I guess she realized what I wanted, so I could also feel a sort of struggle within her. I continued to kiss her.

"Woah!" She remarked, once we came up for air again. She was looking at me, blushing and smiling at the same time. I reached up and tweaked her breasts through her nightie slightly. Shaheen sighed.

I then laid down on the bed. I was buck naked.

"Come here." I patted the spot on the bed next to me. "Now, barey mamani."

Shaheen seemed to think for a minute. I guess she knew what I wanted to do with her. However, she then seemed resigned to her fate and smiled. My aunt then lay down beside me. She was dressed in her nightie.

"Come here," I implored her, pointing to my arm. Shaheen complied, resting her head on my arm, snuggling to my side and resting her arm on my chest.

"You know what I want to do with you now, right, barey mamani?" I asked her, my lips inches away from hers.

Shaheen closed her eyes for a minute, thinking. Then she opened and said, "Yes, beta, but please remember ... don't ... you know ..."

"Don't worry, mamani." I assured her. "Don't be scared. You will love this."

"I don't know, beta. I am scared. Maybe we shouldn't do this, you know ..."

I moved my hands to her butt and gently squeezed her rump. I could feel Shaheen shiver slightly. She was frightened and nervous. It was natural. For a woman like her, giving a blowjob or even kissing and touching would be considered fooling around. Actual penetration and sex, on the other hand ...

I patted her rear end to comfort her.

"Relax, barey mamani. This is your favourite nephew. I won't hurt you."

Shaheen closed her eyes again. Without a moment's delay, I pressed my lips against hers. I started to kiss her, and she responded by snuggling even tighter against me. I wrapped my hand around the back of her hand and let my tongue explore her mouth. I ran my other hand through her hair even as I deep French kissed her.

"Mmm... mamani, you are so tasty!" I told her. "You really have beautiful features. Especially your cheeks, they are so kissable!"

I kissed her on one cheek, and then the other.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"And your eyes, barey mamani, they are so pretty."

I then kissed her on her eyes.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

Back again to her cheeks.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

Then I kissed her on her mouth again. Shaheen was panting now. Her breath was much faster, and she was now pressing, almost grinding, against me. I let my hand gently roam its way around her body before paying homage to her breasts. I could feel her nipples get hard, even through the translucent material of her nightie. Over her clothes, I gently tried to knead her breasts with my palm and slowly pinch the nipple.

"Oooooh....mmmmmm." Shaheen was deliriously moaning now, even as I continued my gentle assault on her breasts and showered her face with kisses. Her own hands went down my body and rested on my turgid dick.

I was now hugging her. My cock, used to being serviced every morning, was rock hard. Shaheen turned her body to face me as we hugged so my penis was pressing her on her navel.

We stopped kissing each other and looked at each other. Shaheen was sweating. Her breathing was rapid. She was smiling at me nervously. It was clear that this was new territory for her. For so long, she knew that this day was coming, and that soon my rock hard penis would be inside her. But now that the moment was finally approaching, she was tensing up. Meanwhile, my cock, my hard and big cock, pressing against her legs, jumped up in anticipation. It was throbbing and pulsating up and down, eager to begin its invasion of my aunt's cunt.

Not yet, I slowly told myself. It will take some time. First, she has to experience her first real orgasm.

If this was Taiba I would have taken her there and then. But this was Shaheen, and I wanted to make her first proper love making with me something she would remember forever.

"You are so pretty, barey mamani." I told her. "It's time you were fully appreciated for the beauty you are."

In reply, her hand gave me a small stroke on my penis. She giggled nervously.

I kissed her again. The best way, in my experience, to get a lady to ease up was loving kisses. I kissed Shaheen's cheeks. I kissed my aunt on the nipples through her dress. I kissed her legs. I could slowly feel the tension leave Shaheen's body as she became more relaxed and started to respond to my kisses. Her hands were now on my back, stroking and rubbing me. She was hugging me. She was crying as well. Suddenly I stopped kissing her and looked at her.

Rubbing her tear stained eyes, Shaheen smiled at me. Then she moved her eyes down and glanced at my penis. There was now something else in her eyes that I never saw before in her.

Slowly I saw the beginnings of wild lust start to take over her body. For so long she had been wrestling with her ethics, but the constant kissing and rubbing and the situation was having its effect. Her eager body was slowly winning over her hesitant mind.

Shaheen was now looking at my manhood like a cheetah looks at prey. Like a Marwari looks at gold. She moved her fingers and held my lund in her hand, and started moving her hand up and down on the length of my shaft.

"Oh, it's soooo big, beta." She murmured, mostly to herself. "Sooo big! Your uncle's lund is so small! How am I going to take it in? Jaan le lega yeh!"

I now knew she was a little worried how she was going to take it all in. My penis, apparently, was much larger in size, both in length and girth, than her husband.

"Don't worry, mamani." I told her, kissing her on the ears. "I will fill you like you have never been filled before."

That was good. If she was worried about taking it all in, that meant she was now resigned to the fact that she WOULD be taking it in. That was my signal to take it to the next level.

"Time to get rid of your nightie, barey mamani." I told her.

Instinctively her hands reached for the buttons near her chest. Then, suddenly, she stopped. Then, smilingly and mischievously, she looked at me.

"Beta!" She said, her eyes lit up with a naughty grin. "I am your BAREY mamani. Your big aunt. I am older than even your mom!"

"Um ... so?" What the hell ... what was she saying now?

"Nazu! You are like my son. How can I remove my clothes and become nude before you? I am feeling shy."

Was this woman for real? I looked at her, and then gently pawed at one of her breasts.

"I want to see this, barey mamani. Now."

Shaheen shook her head. So she was OK with me mauling her tits, but not showing them to me?

"No, beta." Shaheen smiled. "I have let you play in my lap for so many years, and so I can not take off my nightie and become nangey in front of you. If you want me to take my nightie off, you yourself will have to remove it yourself. YOU will have to make me nanga."

Oh, so she was being coy and playing hard to get? I laughed. She was going to regret this. I was going to spank her so bad.

"Alright, barey mamani."

I popped open the buttons of her nightie near her chest, and then instead of opening it, I simply ripped it.

RRRRIP!

In one move, I had completely torn apart her flimsy nighty. Shaheen had her eyes closed, pretending to be ashamed, but she now popped them wide open in surprise. Yup, two could play this game. I continued to rip apart her nightie, until it was in tatters and on the bed, away from her body.

"Oh, beta." Shaheen looked ruefully at her now useless nightie, of what used to be her nightie, flung asunder. She was now completely naked and exposed. "I am now nanga (naked)!"

I savoured her body. Shaheen had large amounts of pubic hair that she didn't shave, on both her cunt and arm pits. She was lovely to look at, a tall, full Indian woman with curves. Her breasts were big, bouncy, with large areoles. Her nipples were perky and aroused. Despite her age, they looked big and hard, not sagging even a bit.

I put my hand on her cunt. She blushed and looked away, but did not stop me. I felt her labia. She was hot and wet, dripping like a leaky faucet. As my finger went in her slit, Shaheen moaned more loudly and her hand, which she had put to remove my hand, tightened its grip on mine.

I slowly started to push that finger into her pussy, and then out. In and out. Her love canal was completely drenched with her juices, so I could move quite freely. Shaheen was moaning now.

"Ooooh beta!" She cried out. "My jaanu! What are you doing to me?"

I then wrapped my other arm around her neck and shoulders, from below her, and so I was embracing her, kissing on her lips, while my first hand was fingering her. I could feel her body tremble against mine. I kissed her on her lips, on her cheeks, on her now exposed breasts. I bit her nipple and sucked on her areole. All this time my fingers maintained an unrelenting assault on my aunt's twat.

"Oh Nazu! NAZU! My jaanu! My beta! What are you doing to me?!! OOOOH!"

I continued to play with her, until I could feel her buckling wildly.

"OOOOOOOOOH BETA! OOOOOOOOOH BETA! OOOOOOOOOH BETA! BETA! BETA! BETA!" She was now crying out, as her body writhed and recoiled wildly on the bed. "BETA! BETA! BETA! BETA!"

I let my hand be on her until her body subsided and her moaning died down to a whimper. She was now lying, eyes closed, breathless from her first orgasm.

"Oh, Nazu." She finally opened her eyes and looked at me. She was smiling. "That was intense. I ... I ... never felt anything like that before!"

"That was the first of many, barey mamani." I told her in a confident tone. "By the time I am done with you today, you may not be able to walk."

"Oooooh." Shaheen remarked. I could see that she was nervous and afraid, but also curious.

"Ok, barey mamani." I instructed her. "Turn around and lie down on the bed on your belly, face down."

"Oh." Shaheen was curious. "What are you going to do, beta?"

I replied nonchalantly, "Mamani, I am going to spank you now."

"Err... jaanu, do you have to?" Shaheen made a face. "I feel so humiliated every time I am spanked, Nazu. Why do you do it?"

I gently crept closer to her and hugged her. She hugged me back. My hands slowly rested on her butt.

"Barey mamani." I told her, caressing her rear. "There are many things you have to learn about pleasure. And every time you make a mistake, you will be spanked. NOW, turn around."

Somewhat like a zombie, my aunt obeyed my commands and turn around. I looked at her bubbly buttocks, quivering on the bed, and raised my hand, and brought it down sharply on her left butt cheek.

SPANK!

"Umph!" My aunt grunted, but didn't say anything else. I spanked her again on the left butt cheek.

SPANK!

"Umph!" Once again she squirmed, but didn't make any other noise.

SPANK!

A warm glow was now spreading on her gelatinous big bottom.

"You are now naked, barey mamani." I told her. "Naked in front of your nephew."

SPANK!

"And you have just been fingered by your nephew."

SPANK!

"And you just had your first orgasm."

SPANK!

"And now you are getting spanked by your nephew."

SPANK!

"Every day, for the past week, you have been spanked."

SPANK!

"Every day, for the past few days, you have been engaged in debauchery with your nephew."

SPANK!

"Yet a moment ago you were pretending to be all sati savitri about getting naked."

SPANK!

"Even though you have been shamelessly playing with my lund all these days ..."

SPANK!

"... and giving me blowjobs."

SPANK!

Her left butt cheek was now quite red, and had the marks of my five fingers. I patted and squeezed her buttocks, leading her to moan slightly. I then caressed her on her right butt cheek.

SPANK!

Her right butt cheek now felt the blow, and I could see her skin tingle at the touch.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

She lay there, even as I lovingly caressed her butt. Her gentle breathing made her buttocks rise and fall. The left butt cheek was quite red.

"Alright." I told her, patting her rear end. "Spanking's over. Sit up, and look at me, barey mamani."

Shaheen complied. I could see that she was blushing furiously, just like she always did whenever I had spanked her. She was unable to meet my gaze, embarrassed at being spanked, and yet until before today, she had never stopped me or questioned me. Even today, she relented.

"How's your ass now?" I asked her.

Shaheen made a face.

"You had your fun, Nazu." She retorted. "It gets you high, eh ... this type of powerplay?"

I didn't answer her, directly, but then told her to lie down on her back.

"Time for a '69', barey mamani." I announced, once she had lied down.

"Er ..." Shaheen was confused. "Beta, what's a '69'?'

"Let me show you." I told my aunt. Oh Shaheen, my Big Aunt, you are going to learn a lot of things now!

I laid down on the bed with my hard cock facing the ceiling. I then instructed Shaheen to once again sit up, come over my face, and squat so that both of her legs were on either side of my face. Shaheen got embarrassed again, and tried to protest, but I threatened to spank her again, hard, on her right butt cheek, and she complied. This would become a recurring pattern over the next few days. Whenever I would try to do something new with her, sexually, she would be hesitant and would protest, I would spank her, hard. After a few spanks, and a red stinging ass, she would then meekly submit to me.

Following the threat of another spanking, Shaheen parted her legs wide and lowered her cunt on my face. Her back was to my face, and she was facing my manhood. I pushed her on her back, encouraging her to go down. Shaheen bent over and took my cock in her hand and then put it in her mouth.

I was now slurping on her cunt. Despite her apprehensions, Shaheen soon started to get into it. Any inhibitions Shaheen had about this technique was now long gone. She was moaning very loudly now and pressed her vagina against my mouth.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!"

Her labia was wide open and I could suck it easily. Shaheen was dripping heavily from vulva and I was licking her juices. It was so tasty. It was so naughty.

A week ago, almost, I had to apologize to her for groping her buttocks. Now I was spanking her and eating her out. Wow!

I almost came into her mouth as she continued to suck my cock, but I had to use my tremendous will power to stop myself. This wasn't the time. I could slowly feel Shaheen building up again.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm! OOOOOOOHH! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!"

Shaheen was now moaning quite loudly. Initially she had tried to maintain some dignity, even as I had spanked her and forced her to squat naked on my face, but now she just succumbed to her desires and started to spasm intensely.

"Oh, beta! Beta! I am cumming! Oh.....OOOOH! MY JAAANU! BETA!"

I could feel her explosion coming. Suddenly she started to shake quite violently and I could feel her bum press down on me. Then with a big and loud shriek she pressed her cunt on my face and her pussy started flowing with her love juices. It was powerful! She came so much that her wetness drenched my face. I pressed my lips on her cunt opening and kept drinking the sweat and the nectar of my aunt. Her cum was dripping directly from her pussy into my mouth and I fixed my lips around the hole so that no cum could spill out of my mouth. Shaheen was enjoying her orgasm so much. She kept trembling and her pussy kept spewing its syrup into my waiting lips.

Shaheen slipped off my face and lied down on the bed, on her back. She was spent. The two orgasms had drained her. However, she knew, and I knew, there was still one more to go. I was still to fuck her. It was now time.

I moved over her and lay down beside her. My aunt looked at my warily. I wasted no time and grabbed her in a strong bear hug, leaving her gasping for breath. My hands roamed all over her body, pinching her red, stinging buttocks and groping her breasts. I pressed my lips against her and gave her a deep kiss.

"Mm ..." I bit my aunt's lips and probed my tongue deep into her mouth. My hands smacked her big bum repeatedly where I had spanked her earlier. I could feel her grimace as I hit her derriere, again and again, even as I was sucking her tongue.

"Barey mamani. You are so beautiful. So sexy! Oh Barey mamani! I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before!"

"Thank you, Nazu." Shaheen tried to come up for air in between me kissing her, spanking her and groping her. Her cheeks were now red, her buttocks were even redder, and her pupils were dilated and her nipples firm and erect.

My aunt, a respectable Indian nurse and housewife, was now ready to be taken.

I wanted to waste no further time and climbed over her. Spreading her legs apart, her cunt stared invitingly back at me. My penis was at the entrance of her vagina, and I could feel her heat.

"Beta. Jaanu." My aunt started to plead. "Do you think ..."

Whatever she was going to say, she never did finish it. If she had some new apprehension, or reluctance, she never got the chance to air it. Without any further formality, I ploughed straight into her. My rod began to work its way inside my aunt's stretched pussy.

"OOOOH!" Shaheen gasped as my penis burrowed its way through her love canal. Her mouth twisted into an O as I plunged deep into her. "OOOOOH!"

I was banging her now in slow, deep strokes, and Shaheen, despite her initial reluctance, was now relishing the feeling of a big dick inside her, poking her and thrusting into her. My aunt was moaning and grunting, pounding on my back with her hands. Slowly and steadily, I kept up my invasion of her cunt. Soon, I had my entire length of my dick buried in my voluptuous aunt. We lay still, for a few minutes, savouring the moment of copulation.

THIS WAS IT! THIS WAS IT! I HAD DONE IT! I WAS FUCKING MY AUNT!

I could see small tears gather up in the corner of her eyes, even her heart pounded against mine. It was natural, I told myself. Every woman cries when fucked for the first time by a new man. At least that's what I told myself. I didn't know why she was crying. I didn't care. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that I was finally inside my aunt. I had CONQUERED her. I had taken her. She was mine.

After a few more moments of slow thrusting, I began to pound my big dick in and out of my aunt's hole with all of my left over energy. I lifted my hips up, until my wiener was almost out of her pussy, and then slammed back down into her.

"OOOOH!" My aunt was now moaning loudly, in time to my assaults on her. "AAAAAAAH!"

Any tiredness she had, or any apprehensions of being fucked by another man, were long gone. I was now pumping the air out of her with my thrusts and she was moaning and gasping loudly without any care. She now had her legs wrapped around my pelvis, her nails pressed deep into my back. Shaheen's eyes were shut as my big balls slapped repeatedly - thunk! thunk! - against the flesh of her chunky thighs. She was moaning, and then screaming something unintelligible and crying. Her body was buckling wildly, and she was grunting and responding to me.

I could hardly hold off now. I had been pleasuring her for almost an hour now and I was ready to erupt.

"Oh, God! Oh Gooooddddddd!" Shaheen cried out. She was having yet another orgasm. My aunt started to hump me harder, moving her lower abdomen to match my thrusts.

"Barey mamani." I groaned. "I am cumming."

"Ooooh beta!" Shaheen started to mumble. "Do you want to put on a condom because ..."

Once again, poor Shaheen never had the chance to finish her statement.

With a deep grunt, I tightened my ass cheeks and curled my toes as I shot my cum deep into my aunt's love tunnel. I was cumming inside the unprotected womb of another man's wife. My aunt's womb. I groaned loudly as I thrust my member deep into Shaheen, depositing gallons of my baby making juice between her legs and into her baby canal.

I kept pumping my semen into my aunt for what seemed like ages. I didn't even look at her, or the fact that she was still crying. I just kept humping her and humping her until I was done. I took my time before Shaheen and I lay on the bed in a heap, my dick still buried into her.

My Barey mamani was still panting, sweating, her eyes remaining shut. We laid together a few moments, catching our breath. I then gently removed my dick and Shaheen's cunt lips slowly closed. I watched a huge wad of my slimy cum flow out of her pussy and run down between her ass cheeks to the bed sheet below her.

That was the moment we both crossed the point of no return. Not only had we done it, we had done it and damn the consequences. And both of us had enjoyed it. As the moment of zen slowly subsided, I saw a smile spread gradually across my aunt's face.

"Oh, Nazu!" She gushed. "That was ... unbelievable! You are ... so ... so good! Jaan le liya!"

"Mamani." I told her. "From this moment on, you are going to be like my wife. In fact, you are going to be my sex doll. My fuck toy."

My aunt actually blushed, even as more semen exited her pussy.

From that moment on, Shaheen was indeed like my wife. We were like newly weds. We fucked hard, we fucked daily, and we fucked often. We were like rabbits. Shaheen was so happy and in heat, and I got to ravish her in all places and in all of her holes (mouth, cunt, ass) every day. I tried new things with her and she loved all the ways I banged her. As the days went on, we even got a little bit more daring, consequences be damned.

One time I fucked her on the kitchen counter while the maid was upstairs cleaning the bathroom.

We were in the kitchen, and I was feeling randy. I immediately took off my shorts so I was naked from the waist, wearing only a T-shirt. Shaheen was facing me now, dressed in a nightie, and I grasped both of her breasts and began fondling them. It was easy for me to put my hands on her sides and lift her up onto the bar counter on the kitchen. She giggled, as her bottom hit the cold granite countertop. Both of my hands rolled up her nightie and found her bare thighs. My aunt was breathing heavy and quivered with my touch. She leaned back onto her hands, spreading her legs as my hands inched forward and up her legs.

As usual, she wasn't wearing any panties. She was dripping already.

"Beta." She murmured. "The maid is upstairs in the toilet. She can come out any time, jaanu."

You will notice she didn't actually say "no".

With one hand paying homage to her clit, my other hand found her breast again and her nipple was already hard. I pinched it. Shaheen had her head back, eyes closed and pressing forward into my hand. Her legs began to shake, vibrating into my hand as she continued to tell me not to stop.

"OOOOOOH BETA! OOOOOOH!"

I then parted her legs and started to fuck her. Right there. On the counter. By the time I was done, there was cum dripping from her legs everywhere. We barely managed to clean it up before the maid came down.

I was in a constant state of arousal. I was like a wild animal. I was like a Vulcun in pon farr. I was turned on by the thought that I was actually having unprotected sex with my own aunt. It seemed that my hunger for sex had actually increased. I had found a new kind of vigour. Every afternoon, after working out, I would go straight to bedroom for a long sex session with Shaheen. I even started waking up early for another round of passionate sex in the morning. Even when we would be sitting idle, I would play with her breasts or kiss her. Shaheen has more than happy to oblige. She was also enjoying all of this heightened sexual energy from me. Days passed in this bliss as I banged her on a constant basis.

Soon it was time for her to leave, and for Taiba to take her place. I had been looking forward to this day ever since I had bade farewell to Taiba. Now, I was in two minds. I wanted Taiba to come, but I was sad to see my new fuck toy, my new sex doll, my aunt Shaheen, go.

Oh mamani!

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I looked at my watch. A couple of hours more to go.

It was Monday evening, and I was alone in the cabin (or lodge, whatever you want to call it).

My eldest aunt – barey mamani – Shaheen had just left this afternoon, right after lunch. I always knew that she would have to leave. After all, she was the head nurse in the hospital and even though it was my chotey mamu's (younger uncle's) hospital, and Nadia was his wife, but Shaheen was the one who managed the nurses. She and Nadia had worked out the schedules, so that one of them could be away to spend time with me. But Nadia also had other duties, and thus Shaheen couldn't be away for too long. Hence this afternoon, after lunch, I had seen her off at the bus station, and now was back in the house. All alone.

I glanced at the watch. One hour and fifty nine minutes to go. Sigh – this was going to be a long hour and fifty nine minutes.

I knew I wasn't going to be alone for too long. It was shaping up to be a nice summer. The first two weeks I had spent with Shaheen. Then I am going to get to spend three weeks alone at the lodge with my majle mamani – the Middle Aunt – Taiba. My special and favourite aunt. And then I am going to spend three weeks with both of them – Shaheen and Taiba. And then finally three weeks alone with Nadia.

But for now, I was alone. And I was looking forward to spending some quality time with my special aunt – Taiba. My sweet, fat, chubby, buxom, big ass, golu, fair skinned with jet black hair to her hips, my naughty and slutty aunt Taiba.

Three whole weeks. I had been looking forward to this, especially after the way we had said goodbye, with Taiba rubbing my crotch area and me tweaking and groping her gelatinous buttocks. Yet, this afternoon as I bade goodbye to Shaheen, I felt sorry to see my barey mamani go. I could hardly believe what had transpired. Not every man gets to enjoy a few great days with a complete living fuck toy. A fuck toy that is his aunty.

I looked back to the time I enjoyed with my barey mamani, or rather my sex slave, Shaheen. That's right – my sex slave Shaheen. The transformation from my dominant, conservative, uptight aunt to a woman who was ready to do anything I ordered her to, had been astonishing, to say the least. It was as if a switch had been flicked in her, and she went from a strict domineering lady to someone willing to try all acts of debauchery. Some sort of floodgates had opened from the night she had given me my first blowjob.

I don't think there was any room left in the lodge where I had NOT had sex with Shaheen. I had fucked her mercilessly in her bedroom too many times to keep count. At first Shaheen wanted to change the bedsheets every time, but I told her the maid would suspect something if she did. So this OCD of hers had to go, and I would fuck her again once we had new sheets. In the end, she was simply resigned to the fact that the bedsheets would always be dirty as long as I was with her, in her, bonking her, and cumming.

We also shagged in the kitchen. Sometimes I would find myself unable to control my boner when I would come down and see her there, chopping vegetables with her ass shaking, and I would straight away lift her nightie and start ramming into her cunt. Shaheen also liked the kitchen, especially because it meant we didn't have to change bedsheets!

I fucked her in the living room often, especially if we were watching an English movie, in particular a raunchy movie. Many a times we would leave the movie unfinished as we humped like rabbits on the sofa. The same sofa where Shaheen used to give me blowjobs before, she was now spreading her legs (or her ass) for me.

I had also banged her multiple times in the shower. Something about entering the washroom while she was blissfully taking a bath, surprising her, and then taking her doggy style after she had sucked me to hardness.

One night I had even screwed Shaheen mercilessly in the backyard. It had started with us sitting on a mat on the grass, enjoying the clear full moon light on a nice balmy evening, and ended with me on top of her, fucking her like a bazaari aurat, her boobs helplessly fluttering around as I pumped my virile seed into her. And then I had turned her around and spanked her ass until her globes were bright red and she was crying for mercy. And then I had fucked her again, this time in her ass. All in the backyard, under the open skies.

She would not say no to anything. And if she did, I would just slap her a few times until she would acquiesce. It was quite remarkable how quickly I came to physically dominate her. It seemed Shaheen wanted this physical domination, and she craved it, and so she submitted to me. Not a single day went without me spanking her. And she was a complete, total slave. She never said no ANY time I wanted sex. And I wanted it often – and it seemed so did she.

Oh yes! My strong, conservative, orthodox, proper aunt had been my personal slave girl for these two weeks, and her body my own cum dump. I bonked Shaheen at will, fucked her, slapped her, spanked her, squeezed her, and blew my load in her mouth, on her boobs, on her face and used every orifice of hers thoroughly. In fact, the only time her body was not in danger of being ravaged by me was when the maid Pushpita was in the house. And even that didn't stop us that one time.

And now ... I had three whole weeks with Taiba to look forward to. My cock could hardly wait for Taiba. Even though I had JUST fucked Shaheen this morning, and then again before lunch.

Going back, or rather forward, to Taiba ...

I remembered the very first, FIRST time I had become fascinated with Taiba. Actually, she was the very first aunt – the very first relative – in fact the very first woman I was fascinated by in a sexual manner. Long before I appreciated Shaheen's tall figure, or Nadia's flirty nature, I was a fan of Taiba's chubby and voluptuous body.

If I try to pinpoint the one incident when it all began, I think it was once when my mother had taken me to visit their place. At that time we lived in the same city. I must have just turned eighteen or so. I remember my university application had just come through and I was happy – I was eager to share the news with my favourite aunt. And I loved visiting Taiba, of course. My buxom aunt loved having me around and was very free with me, letting me liberally hug and embrace and kiss her. But this visit was the first time, the very FIRST time, after which I started to have sexual fantasies of her and her big buttocks and her giant boobs.

Taiba opened the door and greeted my mother with a hug and a kiss. After my mum went inside, it was my turn to embrace my beautiful aunt. I wrapped my arms around her.

SMOOCH!

I hugged and kissed Taiba as usual. She was wearing a saree, with a lot of gap between the blouse and the petticoat, leaving a lot of her midriff skin (and her big navel!) exposed. My hands rested on the smooth white skin of her bare waist and my lips had pressed against her soft pudgy cheeks.

SMOOCH!

My uncle – my mamu – wasn't home, so my hands might have rested on her bare fleshy waist a little longer than usual. But of course I couldn't really kiss her multiple times as my mom was with me. I badly wanted to squeeze that bum, but rather reluctantly I let go of her.

Taiba asked us to take a seat in the living room. My mother sat opposite to me on the sofa and Taiba disappeared into the kitchen to make tea. After five minutes, Taiba came out of the kitchen with a tray containing a tea pot, some tea cups and some snacks. She then giggled at me and then bent down towards me to offer me some tea.

Oh, I still remember the way she bent down! It was as if this was happening in slow motion. The image had been burnt into my mind.

As I said, she was wearing a saree, but this was also the first time I was seeing her in a saree at home. Usually the sarees I would see her wear would be party wear at some weddings or other big occasions. Those would be gorgeous, expensive, heavy and designer sarees. This time she was wearing a simple and plain pink saree, very lightly draped around her chubby figure, and her light pink blouse seemed to be a size too small.

As she bent towards me, my eyes fell on the V-neck of her blouse, and her clearly visible cleavage. Her breasts were bouncing inside her blouse, and looked like at any moment one of them would pop out. It was clear that her blouse was struggling to contain her large melons. As she bent even lower to pour the tea in my cup, my eyes remain transfixed on her globes.

"You need some sugar, beta?" Her voice suddenly broke my reverie. I looked up, embarrassed at having been caught staring. There was a slight mischievous smile at the corner of Taiba's lips, but otherwise her stoic expression gave no clue as to if she had noticed me staring at her mounds.

"Er ... yes, Taiba mamani." I replied. I was embarrassed, and I felt my face go flush with shame. I had been staring at my aunt's breasts, and most likely she had seen me ogle her! What would she think of me! I felt myself blushing like a tomato.

"Chai without some sugar isn't chai, eh beta?" She said, as she carefully put two lumps of sugar in my tea, and stirred it, all the while remaining bent over and my eyes desperately trying (and failing) not to catch a peek. I tried not to stare but failed – and I saw that smile on my aunt's lips again, as she remained bent over, stirring the tea.

Oh, she knew very well what I was staring at! Taiba was no dumb woman. She was showing me exactly what she wanted me to see – her buxom cleavage!

At least that's how I would justify this to myself later.

Then Taiba stood up and turned around to offer tea to my mother, and when she bent over again this time I saw her big ass right near my face just only few inches away. I think this was the first time I noticed just how big Taiba's bum was. It was BIG! As she wriggled her buttock in my face (well, I exaggerate – she was merely bent over pouring tea for my mum with her ass in my face), I realized that my face was only half the size of her one butt cheek. She had a massive gaand! Oh, how so badly I wanted to kiss, squeeze and spank that butt!

Then she stood up, and this was when the cloth of her saree got stuck in her gigantic ass. If I had to pinpoint one moment – this – was the moment I realized I wanted that ass.

Taiba then poured one cup for herself.

"He has grown up so much, na?" My aunt said, taking a seat beside me. She was facing my mom so she could talk to her, but her hands were lovingly stroking my knees. "I remember when he used to ask permission to have tea, and we would scold him, saying he was too young. Now here he is, having tea with us big ladies!"

"Do you remember," My mother reminisced, "How one day we were watching a movie and then we caught him trying to make tea for himself?"

"Oh yes." Taiba laughed. "I remember giving him such a kaan dola! Made his ears red!"

"Aw, ammi!" I protested to my mother, blushing a bright red as both ladies laughed out loud.

"Oh, don't worry, Nazu." Taiba grinned. "I won't pull your ears now! You are a big lad now."

"No, Bhabhi." My mother remonstrated. "He will always be your little nephew. Feel free to punish him with a good ear pull if he ever upsets you. I give him a kaan dola even now, sometimes."

"Poor Nazu." Taiba lovingly patted my knee. "Now I have your mother's permission to pull your ears!"

I was already feeling a little embarrassed by this discussion. No one wants to be reminded of how they were punished in the past! So tactfully I changed the subject.

"Ammi," I told my mother. "Why don't you tell mamani the big news?"

"What news?" Taiba, curious now, looked towards my mum. "What happened? Did his university application come through!"

"Yes!" My mother beamed. "I am SO proud of him. And do you know, not only did he get admitted to the program of his choice, he also go full scholarship for the first year!"

My mother told Taiba all about my university admission and my scholarship. Taiba squealed in delight.

"Congratulations, Nazu beta!" She turned to me, cupped my cheeks with her hands and then kissed the tip of my nose.

SMOOCH!

"You deserve it for all of your hard work."

Taiba then kissed my right cheek.

SMOOCH!

"I am so proud of you, beta."

She then kissed my left cheek.

SMOOCH!

"You make the khandaan proud!"

"Er ... thank you, mamani." I hoped no one noticed the hard bulge in between my legs. I tried to position myself so it was less prominent. I could still feel the wetness of Taiba's saliva on my cheek from where she had kissed me.

My mother and Taiba soon were talking about various family matters, and my mind started to wander. I didn't move though, as Taiba's hands were still stroking my knees. After some time, my mother had to head back, but told me if I wanted to, I could stay at my aunt's for some time. My mother was having some friends over so in a way she was glad to get rid of me for some time. And of course, Taiba was delighted to have me (and I was delighted to stay!). A win-win for all.

We sat and chatted for a long time, my aunt's hands never leaving my knees. Her pallu had also shifted to one side, so her blouse's V-neck and her cleavage became more visible and prominent. I couldn't help but glance at it from time to time, and Taiba made no effort to straighten herself up, even as he hands remained on my knees. I noticed sometimes her eyes would glance at my crotch, and a very faint smile would light up the edge of her lips, but beyond that, she never showed if she had seen my hardness. After sometime I had to place a cushion strategically so my bulge wouldn't be prominent. As I did so, once again I saw a faint smile on Taiba's lips, but only for a moment.

"My dear mamani." I said, after some time. "I really have to use the washroom. Can I be excused for a few minutes?"

"Of course!" Taiba patted my knees and then stood up. Then she turned around and flashed a smile at me. "No. 1 or No. 2? Pee pee karna hain ya potty?"

"Mamani!" I gasped, my eyes going big in shock. Taiba grinned.

"Oh, beta. Go to the toilet in my bedroom. The other one in the common area has a malfunctioning commode, so you can't do potty there. That's why I asked. I have to call the plumber soon."

So I went there to Taiba's bedroom. I entered her washroom and closed the door. I was about to lock the door but then for some reason did not. I then urinated and relieved myself. After cleaning up, I stepped out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom.

And what a sight greeted me!

Taiba was in her bedroom, her back to me. Actually, she was bent over, AGAIN, so her full voluptuous buttocks were on display, with the saree still stuck in the crack of her ass. My heart stated to beat faster. Seeing her in that position, all I wanted to do was take out my cock and rub it against her big behind. I wanted to put my dick inside the folds of her buttocks and FUCK HER HARD.

Instead, I managed to calm my urges, tone down my horniness and see what she was doing.

Taiba was trying to open a suitcase that was lying on the floor. She was standing, bent over, trying to pull the suitcase open, but it was clear that there was something wrong with the latch. It was one of those old Samsonite suitcases that every Indian household seemed to have one of. So I took a deep breath, walked to near her and stood just behind her, my growing bulge just inches behind her pudgy ass.

In a very calm, innocent and respectful voice I asked, "What's the matter, mamani, is everything OK with the suitcase?"

"Arrreey beta!" She grumbled. "I wanted to take something out of this – but the latch is stuck!"

"Let me help." I said.

I decided to be bold and try something. You will notice that I have a lot of these moments – when I throw caution to the winds and go with my urges. Sometimes they backfire, sometimes they don't. This would be one of those moments and my heart was beating faster. I would either have a magical relationship with my aunt, or she would throw me out of her house.

I casually leaned on her. My crotch was now touching her ass crack. She could feel it. I could feel it. I then put my right palm on her right hand which was on the latch. At every moment I was afraid that she was going to scold me, but she didn't seem to mind. I gently placed my left palm on her ass cheek, as if to steady myself and her. My cock was already standing erect in her ass crack.

Then I grabbed her hand, and gave a hard whack with that hand against the latch. My own hand was cushioning her hand, while my other hand was on her bum. As we wacked the suitcase to open the latch, the movement at the same time made my cock press even more firmly towards her butt hole.

WHACK!

The suitcase popped open. Very casually, my other hand let go of her bum and I backed up a bit.

"Oh, beta!" Taiba was amazed. "You have become so strong!"

Then she turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a hug. Unable to help myself, I hugged her back and placed my hands squarely on her buttocks. It was a good, strong hug. I so badly wanted to knead those lumpy butt cheeks of her, but I restrained myself to just holding her by her bum.

Then my aunt, still wrapped tightly in my arms, leaned in and gave me a kiss.

SMOOCH!

"You are so strong, beta."

"Thank you, mamani." I replied, and then added mischievously. "Now I have to kiss you twice."

Taiba actually blushed, and then smiled and nodded. I thanked my luck – this was bliss! With my aunt still in my arms, I then pressed my lips against the smooth skin of her right cheek.

SMOOCH!

"Here's to my favourite aunt." I said. I then kissed her again.

SMOOCH!

"You are the aunt with the biggest heart." I complimented her, and then silently added, and the aunt with the biggest butt.

"Thank you, beta." Taiba giggled. Then she quickly kissed me again.

SMOOCH!

"Congratulations on getting into university, beta."

"Thank you, mamani." I answered. "But now I have to kiss you twice again."

My aunt looked at me, smiled, giggled and then nodded.

"Yes, beta. Kiss me."

I took my time kissing her. We were both lost in some trance. My hands were now slowing pressing and clawing her fat behind. My bulge was poking her in the front.

SMOOCH!

"You are such a sweet lady, mamani."

SMOOCH!

"Mamu is lucky to have you, mamani."

Oh fuck! Why did I say that? My aunt though merely smiled at me.

And then she leaned in and once again gave me a kiss!

SMOOCH!

"Congrats on your full scholarship beta."

I was flabbergasted, and my dick was very, very hard. I looked at her smiling face.

"Come on, Nazu." Taiba grinned. "Remember, you have to now kiss me again, twice! Quick, give me my chumma!"

"Er ... yes, mamani."

I hugged her even tighter, my hands pressing firmly on her bodacious buttocks, and kissed her again.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

After I had kissed her, I continued to hold her firmly. Taiba then told me, somewhat bashfully and somewhat naughtily, "Ok, beta. Enough chumma chaati (kissing) with your fat mamani. Now let go of my peechwade so I can cook something for my favourite nephew."

This was my first encounter with her ass – or her peechwade, as she mischievously called it. Over the next few days, I visited her house often, especially when I knew mamu would be away. Taiba would tell me, somewhat slyly, somewhat shyly, "Why don't you visit me at so-and-so time. Your mamu will be away and I will be lonely. You can give me some company."

I began to hug her more, kiss her more, and my hands found themselves on her big buns every time I hugged her. Like any horny nephew, I found more and more reasons to hug her and kiss her.

Oh, I just knocked on her door and she opened! Hug her and give her a kiss.

SMOOCH!

Oh, she made my favourite dish! Hug her and give her a kiss.

SMOOCH!

Oh, she made me chai! Hug her and give her a kiss.

SMOOCH!

Oh, she wants to watch a movie! Hug her and give her a kiss.

SMOOCH!

Taiba didn't seem to mind at all which just made me just bolder. And every time I hugged her, I made sure to place my hands flat on her bum. And those hands were soon starting to do something to her buttocks. It slowly came to be that every time I would hug her I would give her bottom a good squeeze, often making her squeal.

Now, she would tell me, "Why don't you visit her at so-and-so time. Your mamu will be away and I will be lonely. You can give me – and my peechwade – some company."

Her peechwade. I was addicted to it – and she knew about it – and didn't seem to mind. Her peechwade became our little guilty secret. Every time I was at her place, my hands would find some excuse to be on her peechwade.

The next major incident occurred about a month later.

I decided to stop by her place on the way home from school. I was going to knock on her door but I saw it was open. At that time they lived in an apartment unit, which was a heavily guarded compound, but still the door shouldn't have been open. Somewhat worried, I pushed it softly and entered quietly. Where was my aunt? For some reason I didn't call out her name, but tiptoed quietly into the apartment, and then tried to figure out where my mamani was.

Taiba was in the kitchen, cooking. Phew! I wondered why the door was open, then realized mamu must have just left, and he must not have shut the door properly. It was careless of him. This was India – anything could happen. I was about to shout out a greeting to Taiba when I caught sight of her again. And what a sight!

It was a hot day, and Taiba was working hard. I could see perspiration on her bare waist, and even a bit on her saree. Her blouse was also wet under her armpits with her sweat. As she chopped her vegetables and stirred the pot, her butt wriggled. It was all too much for me. Almost. I wanted to take her there, right then, on the kitchen floor, but I controlled myself.

Walking quickly towards her, I grabbed my aunt tightly by the waist from behind. I hugged her firmly by encircling my arms around her bare waist and putting them on her belly, with one of my fingers snaking into her navel, and pulled her closely to me, such that my hardness was pressed right into her ass crack. I then placed a wet kiss on the nape of her neck. My aunt froze for a moment, terrified. As I loosened my hold on her just ever so slightly, she quickly turned around.

"Hi, mamani." I said, flashing her a naughty smile. She was still trapped in my arms. As she was now facing me, my hands were now on her rump, grasping her firmly.

"OOOOOOOH it's YOU!" Taiba took a few deep breaths. "Beta, you are so naughty! Badmaash! Battamiz! You scoundrel! You scared me! Oooooh, beta!"

She was panting, and trembling.

"Your door was open, mamani." I told her. "Anyone could have walked in, mamani. You are lucky it's only me. And not some rapist."

"Oh... I see. Wow, beta, you startled me so badly."

My aunt then hugged me. I hugged her back by putting both my palms firmly on her big ass, but she didn't notice (or didn't care). My hands were basically squeezing her butt cheeks, kneading her. You could actually say I was groping her, and she didn't seem to mind. Her breathing was fast, and her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breath. She was still a bit scared from me startling her. I comforted her and squeezed her buttocks again, and pressed her firmly against me. Taiba responded by hugging me even tighter.

She kissed me on my cheeks and then I kissed her back on her cheeks. She kissed me again and I then kissed her again. We both relaxed a bit, arms still wrapped firmly against each other. I kissed her once more and squeezed her buttocks again. Taiba responded by resting her head against my broad shoulders.

"Oh, beta." She said. "My mind had frozen completely. I had assumed the worst. Someone entered the house ... and was going to take my izzat – rape me."

"I am sorry for scaring you, mamani." I told her, giving her gaand another squeeze. "I just wanted to play a prank on you."

"I know, beta. It's ok."

We remained in each other's arms for a while. I kissed her again. Then Taiba reluctantly pressed against my chest.

"OK, beta." She told me. "You had your fun. Kissing me and pretending to rape me. Now let go of me and my peechwade. I have to finish the cooking."

Almost reluctantly, albeit very slowly, I withdrew my hands off her derriere, giving her buttocks a final squeeze.

From then on, whenever I would greet my aunt, and we were alone, my hands would snake their way around her hips, and I would pull her to me. With my arms around her and resting on her rump, I would kiss her, and she would kiss me. I would give her bum a firm squeeze. This became our usual pattern – and our own naughty escapade. And slowly, as time went on, I would not just squeeze her derriere, but pat her bum, caress her bum, pinch her bum, fondle her bum and then grope her bum. She never minded, and in fact encouraged this scandalous behaviour, so who was I to stop?

I became intimately acquainted with Taiba's bum, or her "peechwade". It became so natural that I had to take care not to do it in front of other people. I would greet her at the door and my hand would automatically go to her behind and give the flesh there a squeeze. I would go to the kitchen to see what she was cooking and I would oh-so-casually pat her on the buttocks, making her smile. She would serve me tea and I would thank her and then give her a loving tap on her bum. We would be on the balcony watching the traffic and I would be beside her, my hands on her rear end, giving her a pinch on her fleshy hind quarters.

"Oh beta!" My aunt would make a pout whenever I pinched her buttocks. "Don't harass me so! Pareshaan maat karo na!" She would smile and say, rubbing her bum where I had pinched her. I would respond by pinching her again, making her yelp.

It became harder and harder to keep my hands to myself when I was with Taiba and there were others around. Every time she walked in front of me, she expected to be groped. And she walked in front of me often!

Soon my other aunts noticed, as you know, and Shaheen commented on it snidely several times. Taiba didn't care. For her now, it was a matter of pride to her that she was the aunt I was most comfortable with. That I felt uninhibited to familiarize myself with the charms of her ass.

And then, two weeks ago at the lodge, I had actually spanked that ass. And spanked it hard.

And what had she told me, oh two weeks ago, when she had to go away?

"And if you want to pinch my bum, beta," She had told me, "Just say my name and snap your fingers. I will come, bend over and present my gaand to you. It's yours to be pinched, patted, groped, caressed, or spanked. You can do what you want with my peechwade."

How hard I got whenever I thought of that! And what had I said in reply?

"Mamani." I had leaned in and kissed her on her cheek. "When you are back, I will spank you so hard you won't be able to sit. I will put you over my knees and spank your gaand with my hand and then with my belt and with your hair brush. Your big fat ass will be red with my beatings."

And how she had squealed with delight!

And now, those two weeks were over. Taiba was coming back.

My only fear was that if she had reconsidered her views in those two weeks. Maybe she said what she said in the heat of the moment. Maybe she didn't feel that way any more. Either way, I would soon find out.

The two hours was over.

Her rickshaw was here.

Good bye, Shaheen.

Hello, Taiba. Ms. Peechwade.