She bites her lip from the pleasure, “I… This is still wrong Rahul, you’re my nephew!” she mumbles, her voice lowering down as pleasure takes over her body. I press both her wrists together against the wall and hold them with one hand while my other hand works her bra and removes it, making her breasts free. They’re not even slight bit saggy, they’re firm, soft in texture, brownish black coin sized areolas, her two nipples looking up at me innocently as if they haven’t become hard in a while.
I bend my head and bury it between her breasts, shaking my head and squeezing the breasts with my hand with my head between them, it’s just heaven on her body. Her reluctance reduces as her body slowly gives in, her hair slightly messy.
I remove my hold on her hands and push her on our bed, her breasts bounce and collide with each other as she falls on bed, her both arms raised, her blouse torn in middle, exposing her wide rack, her face messy and mind confused. I crawl on the bed, with my knees on either side of her, lifting her saree as I slide towards her breasts, squeezing and biting them, giving them all the attention they need. Her fingers bury in my hair, not trying to stop me now, but trying to hold me against her breasts as she starts to like it.
I slide my boxer down and take my cock in my hand while still playing with her breasts, she’s still dressed almost fully from waist down, but the saree is lifted up enough for me to find her panties and slide them to find her pussy. It’s already wet, maybe because of the sweat, or maybe she’s really wet, I slide my hard cock slowly inside her wet pussy, she raises her head, arching her neck, biting her lip and holding my hair tighter, “Oh god…” she lets out a moan and presses my face against her breasts again.
It’s as if her pussy walls are expecting a visitor and as soon as my cock goes down her pussy, they clung on to my nerves, not letting me pull out, as if her pussy is some underrated, unexplored tourist spot. With every thrust, my hairy cock goes deeper and deeper into her vagina, while she wraps both her arms around my neck, taking me in, into her embrace, as if she realized how much I love her body odour and her embrace.
“Oh deep, just like that Rahul…” she lets out a soft squeal as I keep going, “your uncle never even went past a few inches…” she says as her whole body pulsates with every thrust from me.
“How big…” I pause, taking a few breaths, “how big is he?” I ask quickly and bury my head again by her breasts.
“He’s so small, 3 or…” she pauses, moaning, “3 or 4 inches… He barely scratched the surface…” she says looking at ceiling.
“That explains why you’re still so tight aunty…” I say holding her cheeks with my hand and planting a deep wild kiss on her lips.
“That’s because…” she pauses, “that’s because your uncle is weak and small…” her body jumps with every thrust and she takes breaths to speak, “unlike you.” She finishes her sentence with a grin. “Keep going Rahul, don’t stop.” She says pulling me in for another kiss.
For some reason, my cock is going wild inside her whenever she demeans or degrades my uncle in front of me, and it seems like she’s loving it as much as I do. “He doesn’t like your body smell either?” I ask. My hand grabs her mangalsutra (a yellow thread which married women wear as a respect to their husbands), and holds it a leash on her neck.
“He feels that it’s gross to smell me… But I felt so hot when you sniffed me yesterday night.” She says biting her lip with a devious grin and a wink.
I smile at her as I go balls deep inside her, it isn’t even 10 minutes, and I feel like cumming already, I always edge myself whenever I masturbate, but this time, I feel like releasing inside her so badly.
“I love to bury my face on your body, especially when you’re sweaty!” I say gasping for air.
“I know…” she says with a smile as the sweat drops travel between her breasts, she raises both her arms slowly while giving a devilish seductive look at me, “like this?” she says with a smile.
“Exactly like that…” I say burying my head at her neck and planting a sloppy kiss and then slide towards her shaved underarms, sniffing them gently.
“I feel like cumming inside you aunty…” I mumble on her body, she can’t hear it properly, she continues to moan without having an idea that I’m about to release my load inside her.
My cock twitches and I give one final thrust inside her pussy, her pussy walls gripping against my cock tightly, not letting it go, as my seed gushes down her pussy and towards her womb.
“Oh god…” she raises her head, taking it all in involuntarily, biting her lip and wrapping both her legs around me, until I empty my full load inside her fertile womb.
I crash beside her, looking at the ceiling, gasping for air while she’s breathing slowly on the bed, “did you… did you cum inside me?” she asks a bit worried about it now.
“Yeah and it’s the best orgasm I ever had.” I say turning towards her and kissing her shoulders.
“No…” she says really worried, “it’s too risky Rahul…God I was so dumb… I shouldn’t have even done this in the first place.” She starts to panic and her fingers run down her thighs, but her womb seems to have already sucked in most of the sperm while the rest is flowing between her thighs.
“Ugh it’s fine. It’s just one time, and you won’t get pregnant.” I say as if I am experienced, while I just lost my virginity for the first time.
She stays silent, getting up and pulling her saree up, still panicking and to add to her worries, we can hear the car stopping outside the house as my mom and her husband get down. She quickly takes out another saree from her cupboard and starts to wear it, “They’re here, please stay outside Rahul, I don’t want them to see us together here like this.” She says.
“It’s fine, you’re worrying too much.” I say walking out of the room and sitting in front of TV as my mum and uncle arrive. My aunt comes out from my room in a different saree, trying to pretend as if nothing happened.
The evening goes normally, I exchanged a few looks at my aunt, she’s half worried and half satisfied it seems. We finish dinner together, my mum and her brother are in living room talking to each other as my aunt is in kitchen doing the chores before going to bed. I walk behind her, spanking her plump ass loudly, making a huge splash sound.
“Rahul what is that?” my mum asks from the living room hearing the sound.
“Nothing mum, just a mosquito on the wall, spanked it!” I say in response.
“Rahul what the fuck, we can’t be doing this again while they’re in house, its just too risky…” My aunt says, still worried.
I turn her around, so that I am behind her, “In their view, you’re still cleaning the dishes, I am just having my dessert!” I say bending down and lift up her satin nightie, sliding her panties aside and starts to press my face between her butt cheeks, sticking my tongue out and starts to lick her asshole.
Her hands clench the kitchen counter as she has never experienced such pleasure, especially anal, “I…” she bites her lips, “This is too much Rahul and too risky…” She raises her head in pleasure.