Sexy Aunty Gets A Taste of A Rock Hard Foreign Cock
This story is based on an episode from Velamma comics which you can read here. Veena sat at the table as Velamma prepared breakfast. Veena wanted to talk to Velamma about something. Veena’s best friend, Disha, had gone to study abroad. She brought her boyfriend, Kwame, back to India to introduce him to her family. During their stay, she had sneaked Kwame into her bedroom. They got hot and heavy under the covers. Her grandmother caught them fucking, and made a big mess, and the family decided to kick Kwame out. Veena couldn’t let that happen. Veena: Mom. Can we talk? Velamma: What is it, dear? Veena: Disha brought her American boyfriend home from the US, but her parents kicked him out. Velamma: What? I thought Disha’s parents were more progressive than that. Veena: Apparently not. I wish I could give him a place to stay, but my place is too small. Could he stay here? He must be so lost! He doesn’t know anyone here. Velamma: Yes, you’re right. Your place is too small, and you’re way too busy. He can stay here for a bit. Let him know. It’ll be a nice chance to give an American the proper Indian hospitality! Velamma spoke to Ramesh about it. He felt proud of his wife’s desire to be a good host. Kwame arrived that morning, and the family welcomed him. Ramesh and Veena left for work, leaving Kwame alone with Velamma. Velamma: Kwame, make yourself at home! If you have any laundry, hand it over, and I’ll have it taken care of. Kwame handed over his laundry. Velamma: I heard you have a big appetite, so I’ve been preparing for your arrival. Kwame: Oh. I can’t eat any of that spicy Indian stuff- Velamma: Don’t worry. We’re all looking for a change, so I’ve been working on my ‘Soul Food’ skills! Kwame: Oh, awesome! Velamma: Let me just put these for wash and get started on dinner. Velamma loaded up the washing machine and headed into the kitchen. She started her prep and went to check on Kwame before she got started. Kwame was lying on the couch, shivering. Velamma: Oh, poor boy! He must have come down with some food poisoning. Here take this blanket. Kwame (shivering): Thank you, Ma’am. Velamma tucked him on the couch and went to prepare food. Around 45 minutes went by, and Velamma prepared a variety of classic dishes. She headed to the living room to check on Kwame. Kwame had thrown the blanket off and was snoring on the couch in his underwear. His large cock was tucked tightly into his briefs. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his bulge. Kwame woke up and peeked over as Velamma leaned in. He was used to this by now. Kwame: Something smells good! Velamma (surprised): You’re awake! Kwame: Sorry. It was getting hot, so I had to cool off. Velamma: Don’t worry about it. Whatever makes you feel comfortable. Kwame eyes Velamma from the back hungrily. He liked her huge, juicy tits and her thick ass. He wanted to try her out. It was just a matter of time. Kwame was starving, so he ate as much as he could. Velamma couldn’t believe how much food this hunk of a man was putting down his throat. He praised her cooking, and she shared some of her tips. Kwame: Do you mind if I take a quick shower? Velamma: That’s absolutely fine. I’ll have your washed clothes brought up by the time you’re done. Velamma headed off to dry Kwame’s clothes. She headed up to his room to drop them off, but Kwame was already done with his shower. He stood in his room with his huge cock hanging out, and Velamma gasped as she walked in. Velamma: Oh! You’re already done?! Kwame chuckled and grabbed a pair of his briefs from the pile. Kwame: I saw you looking at it earlier. Do you want to touch it? Velamma: I’m sorry for that. I’ve just never seen one so big! It’s so big and muscular. Kwame: It’s God’s gift. Velamma: Maybe just one touch. Velamma got on her knees and grabbed the shaft of Kwame’s cock in her fingers. She liked how it felt. She grabbed it firmer and stroked it. She enjoyed the way it felt in her hand. Right then, Velamma heard Ramesh’s call from downstairs. Ramesh: Velamma! I’m home early! Where’s Kwame? Kwame (whispering): Don’t worry. I won’t tell. The next morning everything went as usual. Ramesh and Veena left the house, and Velamma was alone again with Kwame. Velamma went to check on him. Velamma: Hope you’re decent. I’m coming in. Kwame: These roaming charges are so bullshit on my plan. Velamma: I thought your stomach was upset again because you missed breakfast. Kwame: Honestly, I’m over India. I want to get back home, back to playing basketball. Plus, Disha’s parents hate me. Velamma sat beside him to console him while stroking his hand. Velamma: You don’t know if everything is going to work out just yet. Oh wow! I forgot how muscular you are. Kwame’s eyes twinkled with a naughty sparkle. He flexed his muscle, and Velamma touched it gently. Kwame asked her to flex for him in turn. Velamma: Oh no, Kwame. I don’t have any muscle tone. Kwame: You got good meat in all the right places, though. Velamma: You shouldn’t flirt with an older woman… Kwame spanked her ass over her saree gently. Velamma gasped. Kwame: Listen. Top athletes need sex at least once a day to keep their skills at peak level. Velamma: Really? I don’t think I can help with that. Kwame: Neither can Disha at the moment. So, maybe you can dance for me as I take care of myself. Kwame grabbed Velamma by the waist from behind and pulled her close to his chest. He grabbed and fondled Velamma for a second. Velamma: Maybe I’ll dance facing away from you. Kwame: Girl, those curves are such a provocation! Damn, your body is on fire! Velamma was surprised to realize that this young man found him sexy. She felt more at ease. Velamma undid her bra and let it drop. Kwame praised her body again. She loved the way he made her feel. She peeled her wet panties to the side and gave him a peek.