Aunty sangeetha and i
My parents were going on a holiday in Madras for two weeks. Even though I was sixteen they knew that I was mature for my age and agreed when I told them that I wasn’t coming along with them. Mom told her brother and his wife to check in on me on the Fridays. Uncle Kumar managed his own law firm but he and Aunt Sangeetha agreed.Aunt Sangeetha was thirty six years old; about five foot eight and had the body of a goddess. Her breasts always seem to ripple in her tight bra and her butt bounced in a hypnotic way in her tight jeans. She had a pair of full red lips and her medium brown hair and her big brown beautiful eyes framed that sweet look of her face.Around this time of the year it was the rainy season as the normal warm atmosphere became frigid. On the scheduled Friday visit Aunt Sangeetha called. Uncle Kumar had an emergency meeting that day and couldn’t come to see me, nor would he be coming home on that day either, something about an important client so he suggested that she spend the night with me. After agreeing with the new organization I hung up and went to organize the guest room…After an hour or so a horn honked in our driveway. As Sangeetha came out I helped her with her bag and she proceeded to the kitchen. Aunt Sangeetha was wearing a short white pair of women’s shorts that barely contained the cheeks of her bottom and a red tank top, her boobs giving an encore performance of big contained water ballons.Joining her in the kitchen she tip-toed to give me a hug, her breasts spreading their warmth to my chest and the rest of my torso. Although it wasn’t late the place was becoming dark and cold. Waves were becoming rough and in a matter of a few hours it would begin to rain. After the dinner of Chinese takeout that she brought, we sat on the couch and talked about the old days to catch up on old times. She joked about how she was getting to old to remember the dates of things, so I told her that she looked just as nice as she did when she married Kumar. This made her blush and smiled a pretty smile too.‘Thank you raj,’she said’ ‘catching up like this takes me back to the times when you and I used to wrestle in the yard’‘The only difference is that there is no way you can win me at wrestling anymore’ I grinned. I was sure that she was no match for my five foot ten frame.‘Oh is that right now?’ she said and with a laugh she sprang from the sofa and pounced on me, holding my hands to my chest and sat on my thigh.Laughing, I shoved her back into her seat and threw my weight on her. I tried to push her hands to her chest but she freed my grip and making me grab her boobs! Not seeming to notice she grabbed my hips and brought me back in position on the sofa with all of her weight on my lower tummy. I pretended that i couldn’t move since my hands were still on her hot breasts. This stimulation began the course of a hard on coming on to me and there was no way that I can hide a ten inch penis in my soft shorts. I acknowledged her victory. Smiling she relaxed her grip and sat right back fully onto my hard dick.For a moment I was spellbound but she then got up and asked me to show her my computer to check her email. Securing my gun back into its holster I followed her into my room.After reading her mail, a lot of which she made me read and all of which I had to help her in replying she became tired and was ready for bed. Kissing me goodnight she made her way to the guest room. By now it was really cold and I was having trouble falling asleep. There was a knock on my door and Sangeetha came in and asked if we can share a bed since she was feeling so cold and was a little afraid of the occasional thunder. I agreed and she skipped to my bed happily .She was wearing a large t-shirt that didn’t nothing to hide her curves. With the waves cracking, the rain above our heads and the feeling of Warmth overwhelming me of my snuggling aunty I began to drift off into sleep.I didn’t know how long I dozed off but somehow I was awaken. Aunt Sangeetha’s legs were locked around my hips and my arm was around her waist. We were under my big blanket and her head was pressed against my neck. Her hair smelled like lavender’s suddenly realized that her t-shirt must have rided up because because my arm was touching her bare flesh and my left hand was caressing her right breast. It was big, soft yet firm. I also realized that she came to bed without any underwear on because I felt the stubble of the shaved hairs of her pussy scratching the tip of my penis.my penis became aware of this and began to grow. I was only wearing my favorite thin pair of boxers. It was my favorite because after my dick reaches maximum stiffness it would start to slowly wedge itself out of the top of the boxers, at least five out of ten inches.As Sangeetha continued cuddling my tent pole was slowly increasing in size and length. The tip was still in its barrier and was in reach of aunty’s cunt. As it touched her cunt she moaned softly and cuddled closer, her hip grinding lower onto my dick.I tried to pull back but I had no space, with her legs locked on my hips. Dreaming a nice dream and moaning softly she was grinding her pussy onto my dick,her shaved pussy grating my tip like sand paper, only more enjoyable. My tip parted its cloth prison slowly began to wedge itself into her parting pussy lips. It was so hot and she was wet, almost flooding with her fluids.slowly,in centimeters my head was going deeper into her vagina,which was getting warmer at each progressive depth. By four minutes four inches of my ten was inside of her. Sangeethas was still asleep. By now I could have guessed what she was dreaming about. Suddenly I felt slow moving contractions around the inches of my penis inside of her. Aunt Sangeetha was manipulating the walls of her vagina around my shaft. It felt as though she was sucking me with her vagina,the feeling was euphoric. I couldn’t pass this one up.