Nasty experience with Vijayanagaram widow aunty
Confession: Hello, my name is Santosh, and I am 22 years old from Vijayanagaram. This happened with my neighbour’s aunt. We stay on the outskirts, where the government provided us with houses in Indiramma Colony. In the same colony, there was an aunt named Lakshmi, age 48, who works as a maid in houses. Her husband used to be an auto driver but passed away a couple of years ago. His auto remained parked in front of her house for many days. Since I couldn’t complete my education, I decided to drive an auto, but my parents couldn’t afford one, and I couldn’t get a loan. I approached her and said I needed the auto and would pay a daily rent of ₹300. She replied that there was no need for money; I just had to ensure it stayed safe, and she handed me the keys. When I told my mom, she insisted I return the keys immediately because Lakshmi used to shout at everyone in the colony, and everyone had a negative impression of her. I asked my mom why Lakshmi had spoken softly to me, hadn’t denied my request, and even said I didn’t need to pay. I started driving the auto, and things went well. Even though she refused money, I tried giving her ₹3,000 for the first month. She said it wasn’t necessary. I replied, “This is less than what I initially offered; please accept it.” But she declined again. I asked if there was anything I could do to help, and she said she would let me know if she needed anything. A few days later, she called and said she needed some groceries, sending me a list on WhatsApp. I asked if it was urgent. She said I could get them when I came home. I picked them up and gave them to her. When she asked how much they cost, I said it was okay. She tried to force me to take the money, but I refused and walked away. Three days later, as I was about to leave for work, she called and said she needed to attend a birthday party in the afternoon, about 30 minutes away. She asked if I could drop her off. I asked how she would get back, and she said she would find a way. I told her I would drop her off, wait until the party was over, and bring her back. She agreed. At 12:30 pm, I reached her house, but she wasn’t ready yet. I asked if we should go, and she apologized, saying we would leave at 6:00 PM instead. She repeatedly said, “Sorry.” I told her it was fine and asked her to call me when she was ready. I went back home, headed to the terrace, and took a nap. Her house is across from mine — not directly in front, but two houses to the left. I could see her from my terrace. She was washing clothes. Until that day, I had never really paid attention to her, but I noticed her deep cleavage and navel. A few minutes later, she stood up, and I saw her thighs — very thick. I was wearing a lungi, so I lifted it and started stroking myself. A few minutes later, I came. Then I took a nap. I woke up to a call from her at 5:50 PM. She said we would leave by 6:30 PM. I agreed, went downstairs, and got ready in the auto. She came out at 6:15 PM, and we left for the party. Due to traffic, we arrived at 7:15 PM. She told me to have dinner and that she would be back as early as possible. I ate and waited in the auto. She returned at 8:30 PM, apologizing for making me wait and wasting my day. I said it was no problem and asked if we should go. She said yes. On the return journey, I started a conversation. I asked her directly why everyone in the colony was afraid of her or had a negative impression. I told her what my mom had said and that she seemed completely different from that description. She explained that her late husband had been a womanizer. Many of the girls he slept with were from the colony, and they would come over, and in the morning, leave with cash. If she tried to stop them, they would accuse her husband of hiring them for a set amount. So, she had to be harsh to protect her husband and their money. But none of them knew the struggle she was facing. I felt sad hearing this. When we reached home, she went inside. I changed and went back to the terrace. After a few minutes, I couldn’t sleep, so I saw she was setting up her bed on the terrace. I waved at her. She was in a nighty and waved back. She lay down to sleep. A few minutes later, she called me. I answered, and she said she couldn’t sleep and asked if I could come over for a while. I rushed to her house. She was lying down, and I sat near her feet. She asked if I had been sleeping when she called. I said no. We chatted casually. Then I noticed she had folded her legs, giving me a clear view of her pussy, but it was too dark to see anything. She saw me looking but didn’t seem to mind and even moved her folded legs to the side. I wanted to make a move, but until then, I had been sitting cross-legged. I shifted so that she could see me as well. I don’t know if she could see anything because of the darkness. We sat like that for a while. I wasn’t daring enough to make a move, so I decided to take it slow, wished her good night, and walked back. The next day, she called me again. This time, she was wearing a saree, and her pallu was almost off her shoulder, revealing her deep navel and cleavage in a low-cut blouse. While talking, she scratched her pussy and folded her legs, causing her saree to ride up and show her thighs. It was still dark, so I tried to stay calm. After a few minutes, she fell asleep. As I was about to leave, I used my phone’s flashlight to look at her pussy. Yes, I saw it — it was hairy, and her inner thighs had dark patches. I watched for a moment and then walked back. The next morning, while I was brushing my teeth, she waved at me. I saluted and wished her a good morning. She gestured for me to come over. I looked around and entered her house. I asked what was wrong. She said she needed help changing the gas cylinder. I tucked my lungi up, brought the new cylinder in, kept the old one in the hall, and fitted the regulator.