Never trust your nephew – Part 2
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Submit Report This story is part of the Never trust your nephew series The story continues from Part 1. ***** Next week, I dropped my husband off at the airport and came back home. It was summer here, and it was so hot outside. As soon as I entered the house, I went to the bathroom and took off my clothes, including my bra and panties (I was wearing a pink bra and black panties). I wanted to put on pajamas and relax for the remainder of the day, but I soon discovered that all my pajamas were in the washer for cleaning. In the closet, I found a very old pair of pajamas. I had stopped wearing them because they had a deep neckline, and I was not comfortable wearing them. It wasn’t that my husband would say anything, but sometimes if the neighbors came over or I went out in my front yard, it made me uncomfortable. That day, I had no choice but to wear them. I knew I was alone at home and was not expecting anyone, so I comfortably put them on and got busy with some chores. It was around 7 p.m. when I was about to enter the shower. I took my towel to the bathroom, but the doorbell rang. I put the towel on the bed. I was not expecting anyone at this time. I started walking toward the main door. The bell kept ringing, so I shouted and asked the person behind the door to wait. As soon as I opened the door, I got the shock of my life. Rohan was standing at the door with a big smile. I was so surprised that I could not say a word. Due to the sudden emotional change, my nipples became erect, and since I was not wearing a bra, Rohan looked at the protrusion of my nipples through the top of my pajamas (I did not realize this at the time, but Rohan would later tell me all about it). It took me a few seconds to realize that this was not a dream and he was right in front of me. Rohan was much more handsome than he had appeared in our video conferences. I was impressed by his physique. I asked him to come in, and seeing my shocked expression, he informed me that he had decided to surprise us by coming a week early. As soon as he sat on the sofa, he asked about his mama (maternal uncle in Hindi). His eyes were scanning my entire body as if he was examining it. The pajamas were clinging to my body, giving him a fair idea of my curves. I informed him that his mama had gone away for five days, thinking Rohan would arrive next week. As soon as he heard that, he smiled and asked if that meant I was alone. I confirmed it by nodding my head and shared with him how my husband frequently went to conferences and meetings, leaving me behind. He asked me if I was okay being here when his mama wasn’t home, and I said, “Come on, Rohan… this is your home. Don’t hesitate to take or ask for anything.” He immediately asked me if I really meant “anything.” I smiled and said yes, but not the house itself. He didn’t stop there and asked again, “What if I don’t give him what he wants?” I could not understand the context of his question, so to end the topic, I said, “Then take it forcefully.” As soon as I finished speaking, he unexpectedly came closer to me and started caressing my back (I was shocked, as I was not expecting it at all) and told me, “If he takes it forcefully, it will be very painful.” I found this very weird but ignored it (my third mistake). He assured me not to worry, as he was here now and I wouldn’t feel lonely. He said that we would take care of each other’s needs and winked. He was caressing my back, and there was only a thin layer of silk between his hand and my bare skin (I was not wearing a bra). I got up from the sofa and asked him if he was hungry and wanted to eat anything. Rohan watched me walking toward the kitchen and gazed at my jiggling ass. With each step, my ass cheeks were shaking since I was not wearing any panties. Rohan kept staring at my ass as if he had never realized I had these assets. He smiled and said that he was very hungry. I asked him what he wanted to eat. He immediately pointed his finger at me. I looked at him strangely, wondering what he meant, and he said that he meant whatever I cooked, he would eat. As I started cooking, I asked Rohan if he could go take a shower so he would feel fresh. He agreed, and I indicated his room upstairs. Rohan asked if he could use my bathroom instead of going upstairs, since he hadn’t unpacked any of his stuff. I immediately said yes and told him to go ahead. I completely forgot that my panties and bra were hanging in the bathroom. Rohan entered the bathroom, and as he closed the door behind him, he saw his aunt’s black panties and pink bra. He immediately grabbed the panties and started sniffing them. The smell of my body’s sweat and pussy juice mixed with the perfume I had worn (my bra had caught the fragrance) took him to a world of eroticism. He started looking at my panties with great lust and licked the part where my pussy rested. He started enjoying it as if he were licking my juices off my wet pussy. His other hand was stroking his 6-inch long, thick, hard cock. Now he decided to wrap my panties around his dick. In doing so, he made sure that the part of the panties where my pussy rested was touching the tip of his dick. My satin black panties provided the perfect texture for him to rub his hand and excite his fully erect manhood. He increased the speed of his strokes and started moaning. One could hear him saying, “Oh fuck, mami (mama’s wife in Hindi), yes! Yes! Fucking your wet pussy…” He grabbed my bra and took one of its cups in his mouth as if he had taken my breast in his mouth and started sucking it. His nerves tensed, and as he was reaching his climax, he heard his aunt calling him, “Rohan… your food is ready.” The next thing he knew, my panties received his load of cum. He started breathing heavily.
He cleaned the panties, and while hanging them back, he smiled and said, “Don’t worry, mami… I will eat everything…” Out in the kitchen, I was warming up his food. In my heart, I was praising him for his physique. I was happy that I was no longer lonely. After a while, when Rohan hadn’t finished his shower, I called him. There was no response. I also wanted to take a shower, as I did every night. So I kept calling him until I heard him say that he had just finished and was coming out. I saw Rohan coming out of my bedroom wearing just a towel around his waist. This was my first glimpse of his young, athletic body. I couldn’t help myself and told him that he was in good shape and seemed to work out daily. He thanked me and didn’t miss the chance to praise me back. “Mami, you’re no less. At your age, you look very young and beautiful. Mama is very lucky to have you, and my mom also praises your beauty.” Hearing that from him, especially him sharing that his own mother talked about me this way, made me very, very happy, and I smiled back modestly. I said that I knew I was getting older. I was thinking to myself that he hadn’t even seen my body and he was already praising me. It seemed like he was buttering me up. I couldn’t connect the dots that he was talking about my figure because he had read the tags on my undergarments in the bathroom. He asked me if I went to the gym regularly, and I told him that I couldn’t go to the gym because of my back problem. My physiotherapist had asked me not to put any weight on my back for the next six months. Rohan started taking more interest in me and asked more and more questions. I also enjoyed it because I had found someone who was listening to me. All of a sudden, Rohan asked me something I was not expecting. He very casually asked me the size of my ass. I was shocked to hear this from him. Seeing me a little disturbed, he immediately covered it by saying that my back pain could be because of my ass. I was very embarrassed, and in my mind, I was thinking, “Is he telling me that I have a big ass? Has he noticed that?” I immediately masked my embarrassment with laughter and called him silly. Now, I wanted to change the topic, so I invited him to eat something. I sat next to him, and he started eating, but then I noticed that he was taking chances to peek at my chest. I immediately realized that he was trying to peek through the buttons to get a glimpse of my skin. I became a bit conscious that I immediately wrapped my arms around my chest. I was a little hesitant because I could totally understand that at his age, young boys became curious. After finishing dinner, I asked him to put his bags in his bedroom. He was still in a towel. He took his bag and started walking toward his room. I completely forgot about my back issues and grabbed one of his big bags. As I lifted it, I felt a sharp pain in my back, as if someone had stabbed me. I screamed in pain, and my eyes filled with tears. Rohan was halfway upstairs when he heard my cry for help. He immediately put the bag aside and climbed down the stairs to get to me. He held me with one hand on my back and the other holding my hand. I was in extreme pain and discomfort, so I asked him to take me to my bedroom. He didn’t miss the opportunity and, while taking me to my bedroom, he started caressing my lower back. He moved his hand a little lower to feel the beginning of the curve of my ass. I couldn’t notice any of this, as I was in pain. Upon reaching my bedroom, he asked me to sit on the edge of my bed, and he sat next to me. He said to me, “Mami, this is too much pain… and you should take it very seriously. Are you seeing a doctor for it?” I replied, “Yes, I was taking some medication, but it wasn’t helping much.” He told me that one of his friends had the same problem and medicines didn’t help. He ended up getting a good massage, and that solved his problem. I was just listening to him. He continued, “I think you also need a very good massage, and it will make you feel much better.” I told him that a massage therapist was very expensive here and, since I didn’t have any insurance, it would be a big financial burden on my husband, so I was deferring it. Now he came a little closer, to the point where my thighs brushed against his. He put his hand on my shoulder and, in a very low tone, said, “You don’t have to worry about the money. I can help you.” I looked at him with a questioning face, and he continued, “Listen, Mami… when my friend was getting the massage, I was taking him to the therapist every single time, and I saw how the therapist performed the massage. I know how to do it… and I know how to take away all your pain and make you feel good.” As he completed his sentence, I noticed a wicked smile on his face and the increase in pressure of his hand on my shoulder. The next thing I noticed was him trying to peek at the top of my pajamas, where a glimpse of my cleavage was waiting for him. Itried to get up, but I couldn’t get up comfortably. Rohan noticed that I was not getting convinced easily, so he changed his approach. In a very careful tone, he told me that he was really concerned about me and this pain. He asked me compassionately why I didn’t want the massage. I fell into his trap, and in that moment, I thought how caring he was. I told him that as his Mami, how could I let him touch my body. He told me that he didn’t look at this situation as anything bad, sinful, or evil. He also affirmed that he was seeing me like his mother and, like a good son, he wanted to help me. I finally told him that I didn’t think I could do it and that I wanted to go take my shower, as a hot shower might help me. Hearing my refusal, Rohan got very sad and said that he was very disappointed that I didn’t trust him and that he didn’t feel like staying here with us anymore.
I completely ignored him and managed to get up to go for my shower. When I returned from the shower, Rohan was not in my room. I went out to the living area and didn’t find him. He had gone to his bedroom. I turned off the lights in the living room and came back to my bedroom. I was very restless and emotionally low because of what he had said at the end. Deep down in my heart, I felt guilty for disappointing him and not trusting my nephew, who was not a stranger but a family member (my fourth mistake). I knew I had definitely hurt his feelings. What if he really left us and stayed somewhere else? I knew my husband wouldn’t like it. After a good 20-30 minute battle in my head, I finally picked up my phone and started typing something that became my fifth mistake. It was 10 pm and Rohan was lying naked in his room, watching porn videos. His long, thick dick was wrapped in Mami’s panties, which he had stolen from her closet when she went into the bathroom to take a shower. All of a sudden, his phone lit up with a text message. He picked up the phone and saw a notification that he had received a text message from his mami. With one hand rubbing his hard cock, he opened the message with the other, and in a few seconds, there was a grin on his face.