Hi friends, I am writing a story after a long break. I hope you enjoy the erotic sex incidents that happened in my family after my father’s demise.
After my mother’s death a few years back, my father had a sudden heart attack in the early morning. He had celebrated his 50th birthday a few weeks back. I was 21, studying in my 3rd year of Engineering. I quickly called up Mamata Aunty, my Dad’s sister, who lives close to our house.
I took him to the hospital in our car with Mamata Aunt’s help, but he didn’t survive. He passed away before we reached the hospital. We cremated my dad in the evening and came back to the house, and it felt empty. I wondered what I was going to do without him.
Financially, we were well off, but I was alone in this big, bad world. After my dad’s cremation, most of the family members went back, but Mamata Aunty came to our house along with me. Mamata Aunty was my Dad’s younger sister, who was in her early forties.
She was a widow and had a daughter who had married recently. She lived in a joint family in the same neighbourhood. She took care of and treated me as her own son after my mother’s death. She used to say that I was the son she never had.
Her daughter Priya, who was a few years older than me, also treated me as her kid brother. Till now, I honestly never had any sexual inclination towards Mamata Aunty, not that she was not beautiful. She was a bit tall, around 5ft 6 inches in height.
She looked like Jonitha D’ruz, the Indian porn actress, but her upper and lower treasures were bigger than hers. I mean, her breasts and buttocks were big and awesome. Let me come to the story. Mamata Aunty asked me to take a bath and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
I came to my room and was still crying, remembering my Dad, wondering what to do, living alone in the big house. I took a bath, came out and wore a shirt and shorts. I sat on the bed thinking about my Dad, sobbing, and I lost track of the time. I heard the bedroom door being opened, and turned.
I saw Mamata Aunty coming inside the room. “What are you doing, Chinnu (My pet name). Anna (Big brother, my Dad) is gone. How long are you going to grieve like this? Come on, get up. Dinner is ready. You have not eaten anything since morning. Come and have dinner,” said Mamata Aunty, sitting on the bed beside me.
Mamata Aunty caressed my hair in affection as I wept like a baby. Seeing me not stop crying, she lifted my head from the bed and placed it on her lap. Even though my head was on her thighs, which were covered by a saree, I could feel her body heat emitting from her fleshy thighs.
I tried to look up at her face, but her massive breasts came in between. I kept on staring at her blouse-covered breasts as her pallo was slightly off and not covering them properly. Mamata Aunt’s one hand was on my hair and the other on my face, petting me like a baby.
“My brother is gone and I don’t want to lose you, my child,” said Mamata Aunty, bending a bit down, and kissing my forehead affectionately.
Now, Mamata Aunt’s breasts were resting on my cheek. I felt them soft and tender. I didn’t know what to do, keeping my mouth wide open, I licked and sucked her breasts through the blouse wherever I could reach. I knew I was wetting her blouse and she would think it was my tears.
But very gently, taking caution not to want her to suspect me of my kinky acts. “Stop crying, Chinnu. You have lots of things to achieve in life. You can’t keep mourning about your father forever,” said Mamata Aunty, kissing me on the cheek. Her breast tip was dangerously close to my lips.
The horny devil in me woke up I took that exciting tip in my mouth and sucked it on the blouse material. Mamata Aunty moaned lightly and said,” Are you remembering your mother, baby?”
I wanted to say, ‘not my mother, but you, Aunty.’ I wanted to hold her gorgeous breasts and feel them, but restrained myself. My cock had grown obscenely in my shorts, and I tried to hide my erection by pressing my thighs together. Mamata Aunty was not observing that I was sucking her breast tip.
Maybe she was thinking it was my cheeks or nose. I was excited and suddenly bit her tip. She was taken aback, sat up properly and covered her chest properly with the saree pallo. If she had observed her blouse, she could have seen saliva stains all over it. And I had not yet stopped crying to divert her attention.
Holding my head, Mamata Aunty made me sit on the bed. To hide the erection in my shorts, I quickly got off the bed and turned my back towards her. Mamata Aunty also got up and stood beside me, holding my hand. I had stopped crying and tried to walk towards the door.
Mamata Aunty suddenly pulled me, made me turn towards her and hugged me tightly. I didn’t know how to react to her motherly embrace. My body went rigid, and I stood silently for a few seconds, feeling her warm body hugging me so closely.
Seeing me silent, Mamata Aunty placed her right hand on my head, and her left hand was caressing my back, trying to console me. She was pacifying me like a mother does to her crying child.
She said, “Don’t worry, Chinnu. We are all here for you. Priya (Her married daughter) and I will always be with you. Now come, let’s have dinner.”
I was not hearing her, but felt uncomfortable at first as she had embraced me tightly. I was not used to being hugged so closely by ladies. Mamata Aunty had pressed her breasts to my chest, and her head was resting on my shoulders.
Her big breasts were tingling just below my chest, as she was a few inches shorter than I was. Her lips were close to my neck and ears as she said soothing and encouraging words. I, too, rested my neck on her shoulders, feeling her naked skin as she patted my head.
She affectionately pressed my face to her shoulder and was trying to console me. Consoling me, my foot. The way she was pressing her breasts on my chest, both our thighs touching each other’s, I was getting aroused, feeling her body warmth and the fragrance of a woman’s body.
This was the first time a female was hugging me, let alone my Aunt. As I was wearing loose shorts, my cock had bulged up, and I knew it was poking at her tummy. My poor Aunty was still consoling me by patting my head with her right hand. Her left hand was behind and was caressing my back on the T-shirt.
Letting my face rest on her shoulder, I started to weep again to hide my arousal. My free hands went behind her back and started moving them over her blouse and saree pallu. As Mamata Aunty was in mother mode, I was trying not to think about her as a sex object.
I knew that it would be incest. My mind was saying so, but will my body oblige my mind? Finally, body won over mind, lust took over. I hugged her back, pressing her body to mine firmly. I could feel her big, soft breasts being crushed onto my flat chest.
But yet Mamata Aunty was unmindful of what her hugging was doing to me and my arousal, and was still trying to pacify me. I had stopped crying, and my lips, which were resting on her shoulder blades, kissed her naked shoulder skin. My lips were touching and tasting a woman’s body for the first time.
Her massive breasts were completely crushed onto my chest. my cock, which was fully erect by now, was struggling between our bodies. Not able to resist myself, my hands moved down to her midriff and caught her naked, curvy, fleshy waist with my palms.
The gap below her blouse and above her saree was naked. I was sexually aroused by feeling her warm, fleshy tummy. Throwing all caution to the wind, I dropped my hands down and cupped both her ass cheeks firmly, feeling the size and shape of her voluptuous buttocks.
It felt heavenly to hold both her big, round ass cheeks in both my hands. Mamata Aunty was startled when I grabbed her buttocks in my hands. “Chinnu, come, let’s have dinner,” She said and tried to move away from the embrace.
Pressing my face on her naked shoulder, I said, “Thank you, Aunty, I feel like I am holding my mother after a long time. Dad left me alone. Will you always be there for me, Aunty?”
Mamata Aunty turned her face towards mine and gave a peck on my right cheek in a motherly way. While she moved her lips away, I felt like kissing her red lips, but not like a son, but like a horny lover, but I controlled myself.
“Of course, I will be with you always, Chinnu. Not only me, but also Priya. You will be a son to me I never had and a protective brother to Priya,” Mamata Aunty said, wanting me to be her son, but I wanted to be her lover.
While she was speaking, my fingers were trailing the gap between her buttocks. I was trying to locate her ass hole and her slit. I knew I was treading on dangerous grounds, yet I wanted to explore more of her body. I had seen her massive cleavage a number of times when she was bending.
Her big breasts were trying to pop out from the top of the blouse. They were giving a warm sensation to my chest. Now I badly wanted to feel and see her breasts, which were very close to closing. But how was the big question as she was treating and consoling me as her own son.
Nevertheless, I wanted to give it a try, but at an appropriate time. I knew she wouldn’t fall so easily, as I have seen her for the past 21 years. She was living a recluse’s life after her husband’s death. It will take time, I knew, and I wanted to take it step by step. A cunning idea crept into my mind.
I lowered my head down just above her breast slopes and started weeping again. I knew she would be worried. As I expected, Mamata Aunty looked concerned, pressed my face further down to her breasts and tried to pacify me. Her saree pallo had moved away from her blouse.
I could see her ample cleavage from the top of her blouse. My tears were wetting her chest area and I took another bold step. Stretching my tongue out, I licked her skin just above her blouse top, wherever the tongue could reach. I knew she wouldn’t be able to sense it.
My tears were flowing out freely, wetting her chest. As I expected, the poor woman couldn’t read what I was doing with her body. My one hand was moving in her ass crack, and another was moving all over the back of her blouse, feeling her warm skin.
The poor lady was busy trying to console her horny nephew. Getting bolder, I moved my face down to her breast slopes. I rested there, feeling the soft, warm breasts of my Aunt for the very first time. I had deliberately not yet stopped crying, and this time I was drenching her blouse with my tears.
As the saree pallo had deserted the blouse, my lips had free access to her breast’s top flesh, which was soft and spongy. I licked all over her top breasts, flesh, and moved my face further down to her twin peaks. I was licking all over her mounds, licking the tip of her blouse, her nipple.
It was hidden under the blouse, desperately trying to locate her nipple. It was hidden beneath the damn blouse and bra. I was busy nuzzling my face all over her massive breasts, nose digging in, and tongue wetting her blouse with my saliva, along with my tears.
We were in that position for almost 5 minutes. Mamata Aunty was consoling me like a mother does to her crying child. I was very much sure that she might have felt my aroused cock, which was trying to poke her hard on her belly.
“Stop crying like a baby. You are a man now. You have a long life ahead of you, Chinnu, “Mamata Aunty said, patting my head, as my face was nuzzling her breasts and was trying to pacify me.
Yes, indeed, I was a man. She was not able to read my mind as my hands explored her back and face, feeling the softness of her massive breasts. I hugged her more firmly to feel her body warmth and heat. And the damn doorbell rang.
“Looks like someone has come. Come, let’s go, Chinnu,” said Mamata Aunty, gently pushing me away, and I reluctantly left her warm body.
Mamata Aunty pulled her saree pallu up over her blouse, covering her twin treasures, and walked out of the room. I felt disheartened as I was close to coming. I didn’t mind soiling my shorts, caressing and feeling her body warmth. I took out a beer bottle and sneaked out of the room through the back door.
I climbed the staircase to the terrace and went below the water tank. It was my hiding and drinking place to have my Saturday drinks from the prying eyes of my Dad. But he knew it and didn’t bother to come up, giving me privacy.
Opening the bottle, I sat down on the terrace floor and started to enjoy the beer. I looked down at my crotch and saw my cock had not yet subsided and had made a tent. Feeling pity for it, I pulled it out to the cold wind and started jerking off slowly.
The busty body of my Aunt flashed over my mind. I started jerking off fast, hoping to get a quick orgasm. In one hand I had the beer bottle and in the other hand I was furiously masturbating my hard-on cock. I lost track of the time and came back to my senses when I heard the footsteps.
Wondering who it might be, I hid the beer bottle behind my back and tried to stuff my cock back inside the shorts. It was too late. “What are you doing here, Chinnu?” I heard Mamata Aunt’s voice as she came near me and stood before me.
Seeing Mamata Aunty standing before me, I struggled to insert my cock back in my shorts. But I was not able, as I was nervous and my hands were shaking in fear. Mamata Aunty looked down at my crotch and noticed my erect cock, which was in my hand.
She looked both shocked and surprised. I hung my head in shame, not able to look at her. I was caught red-handed while masturbating by my Aunt. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and I knew she was also caught up in an awkward position.
We both were silent for a minute, and finally, Mamata Aunty spoke, breaking the ice between us. “Come down, Rajesh. Some relatives have come. They want to speak with you and offer their condolences,” Mamata Aunty said and went and stood near the terrace door, waiting for me.
I was relieved as she gave me privacy to stuff my cock back inside the shorts. It was still strong like a steel rod. I got up, but to my dismay, my cock had made a tent over my shorts. It was looking very obscene. Feeling very awkward, I walked towards the terrace door where Mamata Aunty was waiting for me.
I saw her staring down at my crotch with her mouth wide open. “What is that, Rajesh? Are you going to come down with that THING sticking out like that?” Mamata Aunty said in an angry tone.
“Sorry, Aunty. It’s… not going down,” I stammered, trying to push my cock back to hide the bulge, but I was not successful.
“Oh my God. Your father passed away this morning and was cremated. You are drinking and doing awful things here on the terrace alone. Now go and do something to that THING, so that it doesn’t show off before the relatives. Do whatever you want and come back quickly. I will be waiting for you here,” Mamata Aunty said, staring at my crotch.
I hurriedly went back to the water tank bottom, hiding from the prying eyes of my Aunt. Pulling my cock out of the shorts, I started to masturbate furiously, standing and holding the wall for support.
A few minutes passed, but my cock showed no signs of ejaculation, and I was getting desperate to come. I heard my Aunt’s voice again.
“Are you finished, Rajesh?” I heard Mamata Aunty asking me.
“No…not yet, Aunty,” I said with heavy breathing.
“Try harder and come quickly. I don’t want anyone coming up here and catching you like this,” Mamata Aunty said in an anxious, hurried tone.
“I am trying, but it’s not going down, Aunty,” I said in a desperate voice.
“Get that ‘THING’ down and I don’t want you to look like a clown in front of the relatives,” I heard Mamata Aunt’s voice, which was a bit calmer now.
Desperate to get a quick orgasm, I pushed my shorts and briefs down to my feet and started to beat my cock at a furious speed. But with no results whatsoever. A minute later, I heard her voice again.
“Did that THING come down, Rajesh?” Mamata Aunty asked again, and this time I felt she was closer to me.
Mamata Aunty had stopped calling me Chinnu and was calling me by my name. I felt awkward. I knew she was furious at me. While I was busy jerking and thinking about her sudden change in her tone, I heard her footsteps.
I looked up and saw Mamata Aunty standing before me, staring at my cock in my hand with eyes and mouth wide open in shock. The shorts were down at my feet, and I had nothing but my hands to cover my modesty from my Aunt’s fiercely prying eyes.
Covering my manhood with both my hands which was fully erect, I looked at her with desperation in my eyes. Mamata Aunty stood like a zombie staring down at my cock, which both my hands were not able to cover successfully.
Clearing her throat, she said, “What got this THING this hard. Tell me honestly.”
Instead of answering her, I stared at her breasts shamelessly. Her saree pallu was fluttering due to the cool breeze blowing, and her blouse was clearly visible. Her left breast tip was poking out from the confines of the pallu, which got me more excited.
I thought of jerking again in front of her, but stopped thinking about what she would think.
“I think I got the answer. I was holding and cuddling you like my son and was trying to pacify you as you were in grief. But you took advantage of me. I had a small doubt in my mind when your hands were behind my back. I thought you were my baby and never thought you were a MAN now. Aren’t you ashamed to do that with your own Aunty? I thought you thought of me as your mother, not as a…,” Mamata Aunty said with a nervous voice and stopped midway.
“Sorry, Aunty. I got carried away. Please forgive me,” I said, shivering with fear, thinking that she would scold me or worse. She would tell about me to our relatives.
The story continues in the next part. Readers can email me at [email protected] with their views and suggestions. Interested female readers are welcome to have a dirty chat with me.