Guudu’s cock deflated like a burst balloon. He tried to explain but the look on Meera’s face was implacable and so was her demeanour as she firmly ordered him out of the bed to the cotton mattress on the floor. For most of the remaining night, he lay there sulking. Didn’t she see his love for her, his need for her, her worship of her as the woman he wanted to fuck? Serve her right if she is never fucked. She doesn’t know what she is refusing.
He hardly slept and was up early the next morning. Not wanting to face his mother’s reproach he quietly went to the kitchen. His aunt was there, still dressed in her red nightgown. He had quickly looked at her yesterday but today he noticed more. Her huge 36DD tits were squeezed into a garment two sizes too small and her hard nipples and even the swelling of her areolae were standing proud against the thin material. The nightgown was very short ending just below her arse and clung to the two full moons of her arse cheeks. This was nothing like how Meera dressed in the morning at Igatpuri.
Deepika seemed unaware that her nephew’s eyes followed her every move in the kitchen mentally undressing his thirty-eight-year-old widowed aunt as she cooked akuri, that special scrambled egg dish. In fact, so unaware that as she bent over to get a plate from the bottom of the cupboard her nightie rose at the back to show she had nothing on underneath, and when she leant to place the akuri in front of him that her nipples were visible. She sat beside him.
“I am so pleased that your father thought of you staying here with me while you study in Mumbai. I have been so lonely here alone and now there will be a man in the house to talk with, do things with like shopping or going out to eat. How long will you be studying in Mumbai?”
“Three years, four if I do honours. And I think you tease me. I will be studying in my room while you go out as I am sure you must have many men who are courting you, so you have plenty to choose from for talking or shopping.”
“Indian men. Haha. They only look at women under twenty-three. Someone like me is too old, too ugly for them.”
“No, they are wrong. I think you are far more attractive than a younger woman,” Gundu said without thinking and he blushed when he realized what he had said.
“Thank you, Gunmay, You are too kind. I am happy and proud you are not ashamed to accompany me in public. One question, why does your mother call you Gundu?”
‘It’s her pet name for me. I am her adorable small boy. Only she calls me that.”
Deepika leant forward towards him, and this ‘unintentional’ action almost burst her tits out of her nightie. She ‘accidentally’ placed a hand on his thigh and looked directly into his eyes. “As you will be here for four years, I hope you will think of me as your Mumbai mother and allow me to call you Gundu. I would like that very much because even though you are in Mumbai you can do everything with me the same as you do with your mother. I see you are far closer to her than most sons and unfortunately, I have never had children, so I have not experienced the closeness between a mother and her son.”
The hand ‘unintentionally’ resting on his thigh, her looks, her nightie, and the thought if only she knew what he had fantasised about caused his cock to immediately swell. He enjoyed the feeling of this after what happened or rather had not happened, with his mother during the night and her chastisement of his actions. He had little contact with his mother before he and Deepika left for enrolment at SPJIMR, while Meera went out to attend to some tasks she had in Mumbai.
On the crowded bus to SPJMIR, he mentally compared his aunt to the other women on the bus. She definitely had the best tits, and best face and no one wore a saree as revealing as hers. The square opening of the blouse top showed so much cleavage, its shortness showed all of her belly, especially as there was no way any saree could sit lower on a woman’s hips, and its length left her ankles and high heels uncovered. The bus braked suddenly, and she staggered, clutching at Gundu to not fall. Her tits pressed into him as she teetered on her high heels. His cock responded and he hoped she had not felt his hard-on pressed against her.
They queued and he was processed with typical long-winded Indian bureaucracy, and he thought that would be it for the day. However, Deepika looked at her watch and said, “It’s early. Please accompany me for coffee and shopping so we can talk more.” They sat eating their Varan bhaat when Deepika started laughing. “Gundu, I was just thinking of that old officious man enrolling you at SPJIMR. When I signed the guardian section as your aunt, imagine if I had written lover. I think he would have died from the shock, the old sanctimonious fool.”
Guddu nearly choked, and again his imagination and cock responded. His aunt continued as though nothing unusual had been said. “Ahh Gundu, it’s so good you will be staying with me. Now I have someone I can talk to about important things.”
She turned to face him and leaned back presenting her belly which caused her legs to press against Gundu’s though she ‘seemed unaware’ of this too. “I have been thinking of getting a belly button piercing, but part of me says that is stupid, you are too old for that.” Somehow her hand was ‘miraculously’ on his thigh again and his cock responded once more.
“Of course, you are not too old. It would bring attention to your belly. Most women would die to have a belly like that.”
She beamed with delight ‘absentmindedly’ stroking his thigh as she replied. “I already feel close to you, value your opinion and know we can talk about anything. Do you think a jewel stud or a hanging chain would be best?”
She agreed with his choice of, and reason for, a double hanging chain as it was different from what other women would have and would gain attention, thanking him and saying it would be perfect, but only if he helped choose it. Emboldened Guddu brought up one of his fantasies, ankle chains, and Deepika almost purred in delight at the thought of wearing it. They were just discussing suitable tattoos for her when her mobile rang. It was Meera.